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CAPTAIN RAVEN HERSH
In he walked; Devon Yeth. Raven Hersh couldn't stand him at the best of times, but this time was different. Something was - affected - about the man. Perhaps it was the tears he wiped away from his face, or the way he wiped the snot from his nose? Whatever it was, Raven was intrigued.
"Yeth? An unexpected pleasure." she said, looking up from her armchair, "How can I help you?"
"I have a little job." he said, raising a smile through the rough visage. Devon's eyes darkened and his posture relaxed. He chuckled a little. A shiver went down Raven's spine. This could get interesting.
"So, what's that?" Raven asked, turning her book over to save her place, resting it open on her knee.
"I have a problem."
"Don't we all."
"This problem is quite specific. There are certain - secrets - this person is trying to tout, to anyone who would pay him for the privilege."
"So?"
Devon leaned in, "It is for the good of House Rindlebrooke, Raven."
"You still haven't actually told me what it is you want me to do." she said, holding Devon's gaze. It was a difficult gaze to hold, but it became an act of attrition that she must not release it. Devon Yeth had a reputation, and the kind of people who could fulfil his desires. It didn't do to get on the weaker side of him. Besides, Raven got off on the intrigue and danger.
"I want someone - taken care of."
"Spit it out, Yeth."
"You know very well I can't, not here, in the Halls." That outburst was all the incentive she needed. Devon Yeth's loss of patience had given her the upper hand.
"Right. Name?"
Devon took out a piece of paper from his jacket and handed it to Raven Hersh, who looked at the name and immediately put the paper in her mouth and swallowed, "Right. So what do I get out of his?" She was always grasping.
"Apart from my eternal gratitude? I don't know, Raven, what do you want?" Devon's eyes narrowed, and that dangerous man reappeared. Still Raven wasn't scared or intimidated. She smiled back at him.
"Oh, Devon, my dear. I'm sure I'll think of something."
Devon shook his head, but couldn't help respect and acknowledge the bravado of the woman, "Okay, Raven. As you wish it." he sighed in resignation.
"Then leave it with me." she declared, the smile never fading. She had him now. A favour from Devon Yeth was worth all the money in Rindlebrooke, squared. With that, Devon rose from his chair and left Raven alone. She congratulated herself before picking the book back up and continuing where she had left off.
So who was this Errod Weyn? Raven had never heard the name before. Usually she kept quite abreast of the machinations of the Halls. One never knew when that information would come in handy. But Errod Weyn? A complete unknown. Truthfully, what he had done to Devon really didn't matter. That wasn't her business. Killing was her business, and business was good.
Of course she couldn't go charging in there, chopping away at the poor man. That would be cruel, not to mention it would leave her with no place to go. She couldn't be seen to be doing what she did. It was meant to be covert. Secret. Hidden. She still had what many would consider good looks. She would use those. It had worked before. Just amp it up a bit and the man would come crawling. Literally.
Raven Hersh found through her contacts where this Errod Weyn would be, how drunk he was and likely how susceptible he would be also. He was in the Running Machine, one of the many public places to eat and drink in the Square. He was barely two sheets to the wind when Raven arrived. He wasn't bad looking, she decided. So coitus wouldn't be off the cards if required. She began her deception.
The Running Machine was quiet at that time of day. There was only one Barman on duty, and the place was nearly empty. A mild wind ran through the front door which never fit properly, whistling in the near silence. Raven sat down a few stools away from Errod Weyn. She sighed as the Barman came to her.
"Give me, I don't know, give me something to wake me up a bit?”
"A Nearly Tea?" asked the Barman.
"No! God no. Something - alcoholic. Whatever he's having." said Raven, pointing to Weyn's mug.
"One Acid Rain coming up." As the Barman turned his back to pour the drink, Raven could see Weyn had at least registered her existence. He did the eyes up and down thing. Raven had made sure she wore the tightest uniform she could comfortably fit in. When she had looked in the mirror earlier at herself, it did look quite sexy, even if she did say so herself. The Barman returned with the drink. She took it and sipped away, then gulped it down in one go.
"Another, Barman, if you please?" she said, putting the mug down on the bar. The Barman did as bid, "Good stuff this." Raven said, kind of in Weyn's direction. He grunted a reply. Raven took up the mug once the Barman had placed it in front of her, "You look like you've got a story to tell?" she said, in her sweetest manner. Weyn looked round at her, talking to her chest rather than her face.
"Meh, it's nothing, really." he muttered. Raven walked up to him, leaning her body ever so softly against his, making sure he felt every curve. She put a hand on his arm, gently, softly.
"Go on. I'm a good listener."
Something seemed to have awoken in him, at least. He spoke with a distinctive slur, "Don't I know you?" he asked.
"I don't know, but I think I would remember meeting you." she smiled.
"You know, it's a boring story?"
"I've got a feeling, coming from you, it could never be." She sat on the stool next to Weyn and made sure he could see everything.
"Well, okay. I work in the Halls, as an Admin Clerk. Bit boring. No fun. Then, one day I decide I want more. I want to be someone. So I found myself - well, I don't want to go into that part, but I have to say I don't feel good about myself for doing it. Thing is, I was presented with an opportunity, and I had to take it, don't you see?" He turned and put his hands on her knees - those soft, beautiful legs. Raven put her hands gently on top of his.
"Oh, I see, I do. Go on?" Raven flashed her eyes and made her lips part seductively.
"You know, this is actually making me feel a bit better? Anyway, I did a few things I'm not proud of to someone who didn't deserve it. Trouble is, I can't stop it now. He'd kill me if I showed him weakness now."
"I'm sure it's not as bad as all that? Look -"
"Weyn. Errod Weyn."
"Look, Errod. You can't blame yourself? Whatever he did, he must have deserved it, because you're not a bad man, are you? You're a sweet man, with love in your heart, for -" Weyn reached forward and kissed her. Almost as soon as he pulled away, he looked embarrassed.
"Oh, I'm so sorry! Just -" But it was Raven's turn to grab Weyn's cheeks with her hand and plant a luscious, hot kiss on his lips. As she pulled away, she licked her lips and showed embarrassment herself.
"I couldn't resist." she shrugged. Weyn reached forward and softly, gently kissed her for a long minute. She reciprocated, equally as sweet. Their hands found each other's and they looked into each other's eyes, "Well, this is a turn up for the books." said Raven, as they both giggled at the suddenness of their attraction.
"You're so beautiful." was all Weyn could say. Raven stroked his cheek with her soft hands.
"You're not so bad yourself." she said, smiling with her eyes.
"You know what? I've got a bottle of this stuff back at my apartment. Would it be too presumptuous -"
"Raven jumped to her feet, "Oh no! Lead on!" she said excitedly.
#
Errod Weyn's apartment was quite small. There was one large room that constituted the living area, the sleeping area and the kitchen. It was messy, and Weyn went around tidying up as Raven crossed the threshold, biting her lip and standing awkwardly, looking around bright eyed and lovely. She walked over to the books Weyn had on the floor, bending over so Weyn got the full show. She looked back over her shoulder, giggling as she saw him looking at her backside. As she stood up, she took off her jacket, exposing the curves of her breasts more, accentuating the curves of her hips and the tightness of the crotch showing it all.
"You know, I shouldn't do this kind of thing, not in my position. It'll get me in so much trouble! I hope no one saw us come in?"
"Oh, don't worry. Everyone works around here. There's only a couple of old duffers in one of the other apartments, and they're too old to give a shit what we do. Even if they do, fuck 'em!" he chuckled.
"Errod, you're so sweet." said Raven, sitting upon the couch and hoisting her legs up to her chest, in a girlish manner. She looked into his eyes then, lust in those big browns.
Weyn was staring. He suddenly remembered himself, "Right, that drink."
"Forget the drink." said Raven, tapping the seat next to her.
He sat down next to her, and they began kissing. The kisses quickly turned to touching. It became passionate as the bodies writhed together. Then Raven uncoupled and stood up, "Let me freshen up. And make yourself ready, for when I get back." she said, with the cutest of smiles. She stepped outside and headed toward the shared bathroom. But she didn't go in.
Instead, Raven Hersh went to each place in turn, checking for the occupiers. Almost all the places were empty, as Weyn had stated. All except one. An elderly man opened the door.
"Hello. I am Miss Hersh from the Halls. I'm here to -" and as quick as that, she thrust the knife up under the man's chin. He dropped like a stone.
"Hello? Who's there?" came a voice from within the home. Raven Hersh stepped over the body of the man and walked in.
"Hello, Madam? My name's Miss Hersh -"
#
About five minutes later, Raven was outside the door of Weyn once again. She checked herself in the reflective surface of the door jamb, correcting her hair and checking her smile was in place, before opening the door and walking inside. Errod Weyn was ready, as she had asked. He was naked and sporting an erection. His arms were wide and welcoming. The knife glinted in the light of the lamp by the door, behind Raven's back as she walked slowly, seductively over to Errod Weyn, hand out to grasp his extension.
Shrick!
#
You see, getting the pieces of Errod Weyn to that spot was difficult, but not impossible. Making it look like a cult killing, or some deep revenge, that was easy. And fun. Raven always thought she had an artistic streak in her. Shame she wasn't taken seriously as an artist when she was younger, or she might have been a great artist by now. Still, killing had a creation all of its own; a beauty that was difficult to assemble elsewhere. Well, at least so far, Raven Hersh hadn't found anything to replace it.
Tomorrow? Who knew?
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