Post by Lisa on May 19, 2009 12:54:25 GMT 10
Title: The Courage to Kill
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Villains
Category: 250 words
Word count: 250
Bloodhound Fic: This fic involves one of the villains from Bloodhound
Summary: Pearl Skinner killed her family ten years prior to Provost Dog… but why? Cross-posted to Q-fics
“How does a woman muster the courage to kill her family?” Pearl Skinner was asked one night. She merely laughed, tapping her fingers on the gilt trim on her favorite chair.
“Your first kill is the hard one,” she told her companions. She had more trouble offing the innocent cove who wouldn’t let go of his purse than she ever had with her da. “The ones you feel the strongest about are simpler. Revenge is a nice feeling; it gives you the strength to do what should be done.”
No, the man who touched her was easy to kill. She’d lured him with sweet smiles and reminisces about olden days, when she’d sit in his lap and his hands would roam under her skirts. His throat was slit and body dumped faster than it took him to realize she wasn’t going to offer any niceties.
The whore of a mother who wouldn’t listen found herself in the sewers not long after, her ears cut off as a tasty snack for the vermin. Pearl’s tears had not led the woman to compassion before, so she offered none to her mother in death. Turn-about is fair play, after all.
Her brothers made it pleasurable – revenge for years of pulling and taunting and teasing and raping. They had learned from their father’s ways; it was a lesson she was glad to teach to any cove who needed it.
Yet she was seen as the abomination in Port Caynn, accused of the greater crime.
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Villains
Category: 250 words
Word count: 250
Bloodhound Fic: This fic involves one of the villains from Bloodhound
Summary: Pearl Skinner killed her family ten years prior to Provost Dog… but why? Cross-posted to Q-fics
“How does a woman muster the courage to kill her family?” Pearl Skinner was asked one night. She merely laughed, tapping her fingers on the gilt trim on her favorite chair.
“Your first kill is the hard one,” she told her companions. She had more trouble offing the innocent cove who wouldn’t let go of his purse than she ever had with her da. “The ones you feel the strongest about are simpler. Revenge is a nice feeling; it gives you the strength to do what should be done.”
No, the man who touched her was easy to kill. She’d lured him with sweet smiles and reminisces about olden days, when she’d sit in his lap and his hands would roam under her skirts. His throat was slit and body dumped faster than it took him to realize she wasn’t going to offer any niceties.
The whore of a mother who wouldn’t listen found herself in the sewers not long after, her ears cut off as a tasty snack for the vermin. Pearl’s tears had not led the woman to compassion before, so she offered none to her mother in death. Turn-about is fair play, after all.
Her brothers made it pleasurable – revenge for years of pulling and taunting and teasing and raping. They had learned from their father’s ways; it was a lesson she was glad to teach to any cove who needed it.
Yet she was seen as the abomination in Port Caynn, accused of the greater crime.