Death Sentance { Semi-Advanced pafp }

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    Delilah nodded, understanding her instructions carefully. She picked up the knife slowly, running her fingers lightly over the blade. It was sharp enough to cut through the skin on her hands like butter. She pulled out her leg in front of her, trying to figure where exactly she'd be cutting. Delilah decided on the middle of her thigh, pressing the blade to her flesh. She winced as she slowly carved into her leg, blood beginning to bead out on her new lacerations. Delilah took the knife to a new, unscathed area, this time she plunged the knife deeper into her skin, biting her lip to prevent any sort of noise that would alert neighbors to her activity. It stung like all hell, her face contorting to the discomfort that her thighs were being subject to.


    When Delilah was done, she shakily crawled off her bed, sure to smear as much blood on her comforter as possible. When she stood, she pulled the hem of her shirt down, blood bubbling from her new cuts. She looked back at the mysterious figure, now with curiosity glazed in her eyes.


    "Why are you doing this?" She asked softly, shaking her head.


    "Why does it matter to you if I live or die?"

    Hawk paused for a moment, thinking. "For the past three years I've only taken top rank jobs. I've completed contracts on drug lords, politicians, and billionaires. Those people aren't good people. Killing them was helpful, sometimes it saved lives. I became comfortable in the knowledge that I was removing the scum of the world. You're the first innocent civilian I've had in a while."


    She grinned under the cowl, "Guess I've gone a little soft."

    Delilah giggled lightly at her statement. An assassin going soft? She tossed the knife back onto the bed, her hands smeared with blood. She tried to smile through the pain, pulling at her comforter in order to mess it up a bit. Delilah's mind wandered on to jokes she could crack.


    "It's pretty strange that somebody who can kill so easily goes soft over the most unimportant of civilians.." Delilah's voice trailed off, tossing her pillows on to the floor.


    Delilahs eyes trailed to the night stand, taking her beloved lamp, yanking it from it's outlet. She let the lamp drop to the floor, she bounced out of the way of the shattering glass. Delilah looked back at the mysterious woman, her legs shifting uncomfortably from the pain.


    "Is that good enough?"

    Hawk studied the room and nodded, trying to think of a few more convincing details she could add to the story. Olai would not be pleased, she just hoped he wouldn't do anything too drastic. That man could be... Unpredictable, to say the least. Hawk involuntarily shuddered at the thought, but quickly shoved the idea out of her brain. Now was not the time or the place.


    "Alright, I'll fix up your wounds we we get to the safe house, but first we need to get out of here. I'm assuming your not adept at climbing roofs. What do you know about the security of this place? Is there a way you can get out without being seen?"

    Delilah pondered for a moment. Well they'd definitely be seen if they exited from her front door. She recalled the fire escape that was directly below her balcony, all they'd have to do is jump down silently, and climb down the ladder. It was relatively old and weak looking, rusted over and such from lack of use.


    "Wait.." She trailed off, thinking about how they would jump down to the fire escape. She waddled to her cabinet, slipping on a pair of sleep shorts.


    "There's a fire escape down below the balcony," she gestured to her balcony, pulling back her hair into a loose bun. She pulled her curtains back, unlocking the door to the balcony. The door swung open with an air of gumption, the wind hit her face like an icy blade, pulling a few strands of her curly brown hair from her bun.


    She turned to the green-eyed stranger, nodding down to the ancient fire escape.


    "We can leave from here.." She said, wide-eyed.

    Hawk followed her and stared at the fire escape, pursing her unseen lips. "How about I get down a safer way, like the roof or something, get my car, and meet you here. You can wait for me to get back if you want, so I'll be here if you fall. The car is a few block away, I don't want us to be seen walking through the streets." But I also don't want her to be alone.


    She hummed a soft note for a moment, thinking. Quickly, she turned back inside, walking to the bathroom and removing the circular device from the wall. It's blue light still shown brightly. She hurried back to Delilah, "I'll just walk with you, this will stop most electronic signals, like phones or cameras."

    Delilah padded over, out of her room. How a person could get ahold of such an interesting piece of technology, she didn't know. Then again, this particular person seemed to be a highly trained assassin, with what seemed to be at least a single superior.. Which probably meant her small company probably got paid handsomely. She shook her head, lazily, slipping on a jacket and some bunny slippers. When she reached the door, Delilah turned to the masked figure.


    "You ready to scadoodle?" She said as she wiped at the excess blood on her leg.

    Hawk suppressed a giggle and nodded. "Try not to drip blood on the floor, ok? And no turning on lights." She took a step back to let Delilah lead the way, she would know it better anyways and Hawk needed to watch their backs. She wasn't quite sure what she would do if someone saw them, but threatening was an option.