Chapter 1 #4
But if she’s here to… watch, maybe I can finish out this plan before she kills me.
If she kills me. I sense that’s not in her plans tonight. If it was, she’d have done it already.
“Mmm, that’s why you’ve planted the plant in all their yards. You plan to dump their bodies close by, make the deaths seem like an accident. A coincidence?”
How did she know that? She didn’t need me to tell her anything. She must have been here the whole time.
“One Google search would tell anyone the plant was poisonous. Have you thought about that?”
“Why Google what you don’t know?” I ask.
“Hmm, well, I can’t interfere. That would be against the rules of The Morrígan Society, but I’m getting the feeling you won’t have a problem with meeting their requirements,” she says, standing by the table now. “Do you have an extra chair? I’d love to watch.”
Who the hell is this woman, and what the hell is The Morrígan Society? The confusion makes my skin itch uncomfortably. My eyes dart between each living being in the room. Do I take the chance to trust this person, or do I kill her now? Could I kill her now?
“Darling, I’ve been in the game for thirty years; you’re not beating me today.
Now, please,” she says, waving her hand to the lack of a chair behind her.
I drag the stool from my workstation for myself and give her my height appropriate chair.
She sits, smoothing out the skirt of her dress before clasping her hands under her chin and staring at me.
I’ve got the height advantage, but it doesn’t feel like I have the advantage. She’s completely at ease, even staring up at me.
“What the fuck is going on?” Kyle shouts, seeming not to operate on any other voice level other than loud. Maybe I should move this along and kill them quicker—no. I have to stick to my plan.
“I don’t know,” I mumble, keeping my eyes on the threat in the room.
“I figure now is best to talk, Diora Moss. I’d like you to join me.”
“Join what?” I ask, scrunching my eyebrows. Is she talking about that society group? What could this lady possibly want with me?
“The Morrígan Society, honey. I’ve been trying to spark creativity in my life, and I think you are the perfect fit,” she says, booping my nose with one of her perfectly manicured nails, which causes me to flinch back and glare.
Does this woman have no fear? How has she gotten to such a state where she boops a person’s nose who is in the middle of committing four murders?
“Perfect fit for what?”
“Killing people, of course. After thirty years, the act gets boring—dull even—until you find that spark again and I believe you to be my spark, Diora.” The woman says as she digs in her large purse.
“Here’s a phone, once you’ve decided to join, give me a call, my contact is under Mother, and I’ll give you future instruction,” she says, sliding a compact flip phone on the table toward me.
I catch it, tossing it on my workstation. My brows furrow in confusion as I accept the phone, but I know there’s not much I can do. She’s killing people, I guess, but who? And why? Will I have time to complete my own mission if I link up with her? Do I have a choice?
“The Morrígan Society is a secret society for people like us. I have no say over whether you’ll be admitted into that, but I’ll recommend you,” she says.
Her words still don’t clear any confusion I have as the names get muddled in my head.
“Collect a sample of each of their blood on microscopic blood slides for safekeeping, and don’t forget I know that you’re who killed these four men, and I know where you did it, so think wisely before deciding whether to call me or not. ”
Her face drops the lovely smile she had into a sharp glare. I watch as she remains seated at the table and Kyle and Josh attempt to blink away their blurred vision, which won’t work.
The woman also sets blood slides on the table, carefully this time. As I take the four of them from her, my brows furrow.
“Go ahead, get a drop of blood from each dead person here.” She smiles encouragingly and motions her hands toward Lewis’s dead body.
Slowly rising from my chair, I take my knife and slice Lewis’s arm, letting blood drop onto the slide before closing it up and setting it on my workbench.
My gaze flies between my captees and her as I collect their blood and place the slides on my bench.
“Let us fucking go, you bitch,” Josh tries to demand. His voice comes out weak and shaky.
“No,” I say, sipping on my cold tea as I watch the mysterious woman. “Not until you die.”
I wait till Josh and Kyle’s heads hit the table before I collect the blood from them. I have no idea what I’m going to do with these slides, but it seems better to do what the crazy lady says.
“How fun was this?” the woman says now that it’s just her and me here. “Keep these, and someone will come to collect them and put them in your file with The Morrígan Society. Remember that, and I’ll be expecting your call to work for me soon, darling.”
She leaves with one final glance at the room filled with death.
Now it’s just me, four bodies, and a mountain of confusion.