Snippet #1843390

Merdardus had made it back to her office right as night was falling. She could have even made it to her house if she wanted to. But she liked her office, it was neither large nor small, tucked away in the office building in one of the more unpleasant side of the town. But criminals never bothered her, at least not much. And the ones that did soon regretted their poor choice. The twenty one year old plopped down on her office chair, it was brown leather and looked like something an executive of a well off buisiness would have. She peeled off her combat boots before putting them up on her mahogany desk and turning on the small tv to watch the local news.

What she saw didn't make her happy. First there was the fluff pieces, pieces about celebrities and their babies and yada yada ya. When did news become this? Who cared?! It didn't get to the real news for awhile. And then there was a story that made her mad.

The woman in the bright red office suit and hair that never seemed to move had just finished up the fluff bits before she opened her painted lips and started to speak. “There was a shooting at Willow Hill park today. It was reported the police took down a violent being who had been killing and eating children. The being was wearing the form of a little girl, thank god for our heroic pol-” Merdardus almost broke the remote as she turned off the tv. There was a few moments of silence before she slammed her fist against the desk. What. The. HELL! The damn police force stole the credit for her kill! Normally she wouldn't give a flying monkeys ass. But it could mean that people will feel safer with the police, and if they feel more comfortable with the police and think that the police could take care of beings they may not come to her. And if they didn't come to her she would lose money! God DAMNIT!

She was furious, she needed some air. Merdardus put her boots on, slung her gun back into her belt, slipped a buck knife in her pocket, and threw on a long ankle length black leather trench coat. She grabbed a sour green apple lollipop from her candy bowl before heading outside, unwrapping the treat before sucking on it. It made her feel better, but not by much.

Merdardus Latimer didn't have much of a destination, but she knew she had to write a report for her kill. HER kill, not the god damn polices. She hoped that her organization would believe her and not think she was making it up to score points with them, to up her kill rate. That would be considered a failure, and she hated failing.

She wasn't really paying attention to where she was going, and for the most part, the people moved out of her way, they recognized her. She may end up bumping into someone if she she keeps on barreling through though.