#murderinthemaking

Finn's heart is racing, their back arching as she lets out a choked moan while Murdock's tongue delves into them. They look down at him with half-lidded eyes, rolling their hips against his face as they desperately chased their orgasm. Their thighs twitched slightly, so close to where they needed to be. "Fuck, fuck— you're so good," they managed, barely able to form words in their pleasure.

Samael pushed his sketchbook in a higher branch than the one he sat on, maneuvering to hang upside down. "Oh yeah? You could get arrested for trespassing, you know. You actually, really do not belong here. Not even a little. Good try, though!" It laughed.

"It's all 'were you followed' until you slip up, huh? Oh but don't worry! I won't tell the groundskeeper." Even though he already knew, being that it was the Groundskeeper.

On the nightstand, there’s a note, written in black ink. “Gone out. Love, Serotonin” At least that makes his existence somewhat real

@murderinthemaking

Merrick had never slept so deeply, at least that she could readily recall. And it had been a long time since she's slept through the night. So when she begins to wake up in the morning, it's a disorienting experience.

There's that nagging fear, stronger for certain reasons now, that it wasn't real. Which makes her appreciate the several reminders that greet her. Especially the note, running her fingers over the ink. If that and waking up in the same place she fell asleep wasn't enough, there was the purple tie around her neck...and the gentle ache between her legs.

[for once in a long time, dark is distracted. he has not noticed the movements in the background, has not noticed another presence in the room, and in consequence turns to face his adversary late, and too lazy to employ any countermeasures]

After driving for a but more time, they approach a rather small house at the far end of a long road right next to some woods. It looked pretty average, especially considering the odd line of work that Finn was in, but the yard was actually pretty big considering the size of the house. "We're here!" they announced, pulling into the parking lot and turning off the car.

Well, well, well... When Finn was hired to kill a man named Murdock, they hadn't exactly expected to find themself in this position. Some gang hired them to take this guy out since he'd been neglecting to pay some debt that he owed, and Finn had expected it to go the same way it normally did; put on makeup and a revealing dress, flirt with the victim, go home with him, kill him, and then get the big fucking wad of cash that came with the hit. Up until now, it all seemed to be going to plan, and Finn had been walking next to Murdock with the intention of cornering him in his own house when he suddenly pushed them into an alleyway with a knife to their throat.

From the technique he used, it was obvious to Finn that he was a professional, and that somebody had likely put a hit out on them. They were impressed, Your performance was spectacular. You'd make an excellent assassin. "Yeah, you think so?" they respond to his comment, somehow completely unfazed by the fact that they had a knife pressed against their throat. "Maybe I should look into a career change." There's a clicking sound, and suddenly there's the end of something cold and metallic pressed against Murdock's stomach.

Hot tears were streaming down Finn's face, their eyes puffy and red from crying. She had been cornered in an alleyway, about to be killed like a lamb led to the slaughter. They weren't much of a crier, and this definitely wasn't the first near death situation that Finn had ever been in, but they were stressed and this was the final straw.

Surprisingly, their future-killer didn't seem to be of a supernatural nature- if he wasn't threatening their life, she would have been under the impression that he was just... some guy.

"Really? You're gonna try to kill me and you're surprised that I'm crying?" They scoffed, sarcasm dripping from their voice even between sniffles. "You must be bad at your job."

Finn gave Murdock a gentle smile, letting out a pleased hum as they looked over his blissed-out face. He seemed to have enjoyed himself, and they were more than happy to have brought him that kind of pleasure. Something about the way he was looking at her just made Finn's heart flutter in a weird way, a feeling that they didn't want to look to deeply into at the moment. For now, they were just... happy, and they wanted to enjoy that. The two of them were just Murdock and Finn, not a serial killer and his failed victim.