ROUND 4 - Hiding in the open (MAFIA HIT)

She watched them carry the Russian man down to the vault. Trailing behind the crowd, afraid to be alone, she fidgeted with her hair, pulling at a lock and chewing on it as she shivered in the cold underground hallway leading to the vault.

Poor Mr. Green hadn’t said a word in a while, but didn’t need prodding to open the vault to put another body in with the rest. Jayden felt a tear roll down her cheek as she looked back into the faces of the lynch mob as they slowly filed passed her.

As they all reached the ground floor again, she held back and nudged one of the trailing patrons who looked less likely to kill her savagely. ‘I have to go to the bathroom,’ she whispered with a small, scared voice.

The patron looked at her with an open appraisal – no doubt searching to see if she was capable of hurting anyone, especially them.

‘We shouldn’t…’ they started when one of the bank customers trailing the back of the group turned back.

Jayden looked at the patron, from head to toe – she didn’t sense immediate danger, not with this one, but it still made her uncomfortable.

‘Something wrong?’ Another voice called out to them.

‘No,’ Jayden immediately replied. Shrugging, she blushed. ‘Bathroom.’

Another patron stopped and looked at them thoughtfully. Jayden was attracting more attention than she had wanted and it was making her even more nervous than she thought possible.

‘I’m fine, never mind.’

‘We can guard the door. Just hurry up.’

‘I…no. No, never mind.’

It was then Jayden realized that in her strange show of courage to speak to another patron, she had separated herself from the rest of the crowd. Her shoulders began to raise, her head sinking like a scared turtle. Tightly compacted, she pushed by the seemingly helpful patrons and ran to the stairs only to feel the door push back as if someone was standing on the other side, preventing her from escaping.

Jayden pushed as hard as she could on the door, but now it barely budged. She pressed her forehead against the cold steel of the door and whimpered. ‘Please…’

‘Please what?’

The voice was behind her now, breathing down her neck.

‘Don’t do…this.’

‘Miss…it’s already done.’

Jayden opened her eyes at the sound of snap, confused as to its origin. It didn’t matter in the end.

They found her, there in the hallway. Her clothes dark with her own blood, her dread lock hair spread out like a halo surrounding her head. Jayden Donovan’s entire body had been mutilated, sliced with something not as sharp as a blade, but thin enough to leave deep wounds. Her breasts where exposed but the center of it was free of blood or destroyed tissue, and in the center of that perfect area was her simple, gold cross.

Mr. Green looked at his watch and saw that they were in the fourth hour of their slaughter.




‘Thirteen left.’

Alex looked over at Luc across the hallway. They had watched the Angels with the young woman, empowered by Alex’s hand. It had been only four hours and so many were dead.

‘Won’t be much longer then.’

Luc looked at the crowd and wondered aloud. ‘Surely God will crush the heads of his enemies, the hairy crowns of those who go on in their sins.’

Alex grinned, chuckling softly to himself.