| From: | "Paul J. Adam" <shadowtk@********.demon.co.uk> |
|---|---|
| Subject: | Re: Just In Case |
| Date: | Wed, 19 Jun 1996 21:00:03 +0100 |
>>>>>[Well, this is the last fifteen minutes or so of Don Trenton's
life. Does anyone know who the killer was? I cut and spliced a bit, but
the originals are there for anyone who wants them
+++++begin video
The videotape is monochrome and grainy, from a cheap camera hidden in a
corner of a house's hallway. There is no sound. You recognise Trenton as
he walks towards his front door, checking the peephole and then freezing
for a long moment, before he slowly opens the door and backs away from
it, hands in the air.
Coming in is a slim figure, aiming a suppressed Ingram 20t at Trenton:
dressed in biker leathers and face hidden by a black scarf, long pale
hair escapes from the cloth.
It turns out to be a young and painfully beautiful Elven girl, as she
uses her left hand to unwind the scarf (which looks like silk, you
notice) as she keeps the CDC man covered, saying something: he shrugs.
She gestures with the SMG and he turns and walks into the living room.
The view jerks to there, another of the cheap cameras filming as Trenton
kneels, crossing his ankles, and laces his fingers behind his head. The
girl carefully frisks him, keeping the Ingram pressed to the nape of his
neck, finding two pistols and pocketing both before stepping back:
Trenton rises and moves to the couch, sitting on his hands.
The girl walks to the liquor cabinet and pours four highball glasses
full of Scotch - her hands shake slightly as she puts the bottle down -
and brings the first over to Trenton. For some minutes they appear to
converse as he drains each in turn, consuming over half a bottle of
Scotch and the girl removing each glass from his reach as he drains it.
They talk for a few minutes more, after he finishes the last glass: she
lights a cigarette, hands it to him, and they sit in silence as he
smokes it. Trenton appears to be weeping, but it's hard to tell on the
grainy film. Stubbing out the cigarette on his shoe, he rises to his
feet, and he and the Elf exchange a few last words: then he turns his
back on her and kneels, and she takes his head in her hands and makes
one, casual, almost effortless movement. Trenton's hands flutter and his
feet drum on the carpet, then he is still.
The girl examines his body dispassionately for a few seconds, then
checks the pulse: satisfied, she drags him through a door and out of
view. Returning a few minutes later, she walks briskly through the
living room... slowing and turning, as though something was calling
softly to her, she moves as though drawn towards the half-full bottle of
Scotch still sitting on the liquor cabinet.
Extending one gloved hand, she takes it, slowly bringing the open bottle
toward her face, inhaling deeply: eyes closed, she shudders slightly,
and then suddenly she is a blur of motion for an instant. The view
settles on her shaking violently and the shards of glass and splashes of
whisky on the far wall where she hurled the bottle to shatter.
She reaches down and clutches her Ingram as though for protection,
hugging it to her chest and closing her eyes for a few long seconds,
then she takes one deep breath, winds the black silk around her head
again, and moves out of view.
+++++end video
Okay. An alcoholic (albeit on the wagon) Elven razorgirl,who's as strong
as a Troll and knows how to make a murder look like suicide. Someone's
gotta know who she is. Anyone know who to ask?]<<<<<
-- The Mighty Quinn <21:00:12/06-19-57>
