Not Gonna Catch Us

[RoryN]

Life couldn't be better. The sun was shining overhead. The Cadillac purred beneath his feet. And the love of his life sat in the seat next to him. But most importantly, they were free. And there was about 20 reasons in 6 different states, why they should currently be locked away. Newspapers had caught onto their trail, calling them the "New Bonnie and Clyde" but it wasn't something Reese paid attention to. And he wasn't scared of getting caught either.

Tall and covered in lean muscle, Reese was an imposing figure, his broad shoulders and dark eyes giving him a threatening and wild look. Dark, short hair stood on the top of his head, and his eyes were currently covered in dark, reflective sunglasses. A trail of smoke left his thin lips and a sudden smile curved over his mouth.

"What d'ya say we pick someone up?" he asked his girlfriend, casting her a smirk rife with implications. Pretty soon the car was passing the lone figure on the side of the highway, sticking their thumb out and waiting. Pulling onto the shoulder, gravel crunched beneath the tires, and he unlocked the back doors as the guy picked up his duffel bag from the roadside and headed towards the car.

 

[Malicious Lullaby]

And through it all, the music played, adding a certain something extra to the very scene that was their life. Their brilliantly hatched life that couldn’t be going smoother. Clever, witty and full of charm all right beside the love of her life, Bly had her legs up on the dashboard, crossed and she had a rather sharp nail filer in her hands, filing her nails. It was her favorite one for a reason. Sharp, easy to draw blood, her major fascination in all things crimson and red; the very life form in delicious liquid form.

Bly had sort of these crazy big wide bug eyes, that were a deep ocean blue color. Piercing and the very last thing to look at and it matched her interesting persona and demeanor. She was the last person one could expect to be this way, but looks were definitely deceiving and to say she wasn’t right in the head was a clear and obvious understatement. She had a small frame but was freakishly strong for someone of build and caliber and behind the aimless and airhead quality that possessed her like some evil danky demon, was the mind of a pure and absolute evil that could only be matched by one.

Looking over to the one, her nail filer stopped and a rather happy and giddy smile came to her face, almost like an incredibly happy smile. “Can I play with them?” Turning her head once more, she looked at the lone figure, approaching their car and then looked back at Reese. “Please? I promise he’ll smile the entire time.” Biting her lower lip, she ran a finger over the tip of her filer, the very sharp tip, just imagining the wondrous and brutal torture she could amass upon him; her direct inspiration from The Dark Knight. To permanently make someone smile, even in death—oh it excited her.

 

[RoryN]

Reese didn't really have plans or motivations for killing people. Especially not this random hitchhiker. Just spying him on the side of the road at a distance, he'd gotten the sudden urge to see the guy dead. He hadn't even decided how or where he wanted to do it by the time he'd pulled over. So, Bly's request was as good as any, and he glanced at her briefly, with a thoughtful smirk. His little freak. His babydoll. So twisted and broken inside. But that's what he loved most about her. The beautiful, fucked up angel.

"Sure ya can, baby," he said with a nod and flick of his cigarette out the window. "If you can stand to wait for the finish until I find somewhere secluded to dump it, then go ahead and play all you like with it." The guy wasn't even a man anymore. He'd already become a "thing" in Reese's eyes.

The back door opened as a young man with a blonde, scruffy mullet shoved a dark duffel bag into the back ahead of him and closed the door behind him. "Hey, thanks, guys," he said, nodding to both of them with a small grateful smile.

"Where ya headed, stranger?" Reese asked with his cigarette in the corner of his mouth, not bothering to turn around but preferring to watch the man from the rearview mirror.

"It's Matt," he said in brief introduction. "However far you folks would be willing to take me. I'm not really going anywhere."

Reese smiled at Bly and then at the stranger. "Well, aren't you lucky? We just happen to be heading in the same direction." And he pulled the car back out onto the roadway, blending back into the moderate traffic, no trace left by the roadside of their new passenger.

 

[Malicious Lullaby]

“Goodie, a new face, a new doll, all for my taking.” Clasping her hands together, still clutching her sharpened nail filer, with that rather suggestive bright smile on her face—that would tend to remain there for most of the time—Bly looked back as it got into the car and she unbuckled her seatbelt and crawled back into the backseat, sitting next to his duffel bag. She did it just before he technically took a seat and she sat there, biting her lower lip and playing with her nail filer.

As the car moved and introductions were over, she peeked over his duffel bag and blinked her big bug eyes at him. “Hi Matt. Nice to meet you. Tell me, what is heaven to you?” Tilting her head to the side, she ran the tip of her nail filer over her finger, her eyes planted on his face.

What she was imagining was not at all sane. She got a sick pleasure out of planning how she would kill someone. She had a journal of it too that never left her side. In it were detailed stories of how she liked to kill, all of which were memorized and burned in her retina—even without seeing—and there was a certain one that was running through her head right now. Such a beautiful way to die. It’s like dying in their sleep. Only with blood. And definite trauma.

“Provided you do believe in it and for your sake, I hope you do.” She sang, letting her eyes dart towards the rear view mirror where she got a glimpse of Reese, her eyes smiling, before she looked back to Matt.

 

[RoryN]

Matt appeared confused by Bly's question. Reese in the front seat kept an eye on their new passenger, but he also kept his eyes on his lovely girl, wondering what was going through that warped, blue-eyed head of hers. He did enjoy watching her work and there was never any definitive way for him to predict what method she'd use before she unleashed the plan upon her prey. Reese's own style of killing was very calculated and neurotically controlled, keeping himself in check and keeping things very neat and tidy even when he drew it out for longer lengths of time. On the occasion that he did get rash and improvise, it was often with something heavy rather than piercing.

"I don't--" Matt began with an uncertain smile at Bly.When she spoke again, the smile stayed for a few seconds longer before fading and realization dawned in his eyes, finally recognizing what the implication was.

Like a small, frightened animal, Matt scrabbled for the door he'd just come through, but Reese locked it before his hand even touched it. Sitting back and giving them both a freaked out and wary look, Matt swallowed thickly and said, "P-Please... I don't have any money... Just let me go..."

Up front, Reese stayed facing ahead and chuckled to himself but said nothing.

 

[Malicious Lullaby]

As it sunk in and it read clearly visibly across his face, Bly bit her lower lip through a bright smile and she sat up on her knees, pushing his duffel bag off the seat and on the ground. Moving closer to him, she ran the sharp end of the filer over his cheek and shook her head. "Oh no no Stranger, we don't want money. Maybe he does, but I don't." Leaning into him, she ran her finger over his ear and licked her lips. "I want your blood. All over me. You're a chosen one. So you'll die peacefully. But do scream." Giggling, more like the crazy giggle of a mental person, just about to pounce on her prey.

Looking towards Reese, her smile formed into something of innocence before crawling into Matt's lap, now holding her nail filer in a more direct and ready-to-stab way. She wasn't quick. She didn't end suffering. No; she very much loved to see them suffer. To watch them die slowly--it was far more pleasurable than she on her own, needing to please herself. Slowly, she pressed the filer to his chest, the tip of it piercing into, she watching giddily and happily as she saw that crimson red slowly pouring out before there was no stopping it. Keeping the filer in his chest, she ran her finger the blood and let out a shaky breath. "Oh...it's been so long." She whispered, turning to look back at her love, through the rear view mirror. "Isn't it beautiful?"

 

[RoryN]

Glancing into the rear view, Reese watched as Bly sat in it's lap and stabbed him in the chest with her implement, her eyes sparkling wildly as blood streamed forth from the wound. And Matt screamed in pain, too scared to move and shaking all over as his breathing came in harsh, labored gasps.

"Lovely, babydoll," Reese said in a smooth drawl, his body warming up to watch her play with the blood she'd spilled. He loved it when she wore red.

"Please..." Matt whimpered, his voice choking through sobs as he begged. "Please, don't kill me... I won't tell anyone about this, I swear... Please..."

"Of course she's not going to kill you," Reese said in a relaxed voice, looking over his shoulder at it. Then he grinned and showed a row of clean, white teeth, his two front ones just slightly crooked. "I will. She's just playing." A look of horror came over Matt's face as he looked from his tormentor to his executioner, and when Reese turned around he began actively looking for a turn-off that would be nice and secluded for them to finish things.

 

[Malicious Lullaby]

Grabbing his face as he spoke out his pleas, Bly squished it a little bit and then leaned in, her breath hitting his face. “Speak louder. Scream. I want to feel your pain. I need you in agony…” She nearly moaned it too, as she pulled her nail filer out of his chest and then ran it over his neck and over his cheek, staining it with his own blood. Giggling, she tilted her head and let out a soft sigh. “That’s right. I play and he kills. I bathe in your blood and he ends it all. Doesn’t it sound wonderful?”

Resting her head on his shoulder, she ran her hand over his wound which was still bleeding like no other. She even stuck her finger in it, wanting to spill out more blood. She had to, she needed to. She did this to satisfy her blood lust. As she ran the nail filer over his cheek, she sat up and then pressed it into his cheek and then dragged it down, piercing his flesh even more until she came to the opening of his mouth. Bly then continued on the other side, creating an ear to ear smile on his face. Not satisfied yet though, she kept slashing those same lines, tearing his cheek, tearing the skin and causing it to bleed more. His screams and his agony were like a beautiful melody that touched her deranged and demented soul so fast and deeply.

While still sitting in his lap, she leaned back against the back of the seat in front of her, letting out a gentle sigh. “Hm…his blood is a good quality. I’d hate to see it go to waste.” Turning her head to look at Reese, she ran her drenched in blood fingers over his shoulder. “Darling, do you have something to pack it in?”

 

[RoryN]

Watching from the mirror, Reese saw the thing tremble in response to Bly's taunts and said in a prodding tone, "Isn't it wonderful? Answer the lady." Not that it really mattered and he knew Bly wasn't looking for a specific response. He just was enjoying it from his end to increase the internal turmoil of the thing by bringing attention to himself. Set up very clearly in front of the young man was his fate - torture and now, unable to forget about Reese's presence coaxing him from the front, his eventual and quickly arriving death. Then Reese was sucking in deep on his cigarette while Matt shivered and hissed in pain while his chest wound was played with.

"Y-y-yes... it's...it's great..." Matt sobbed softly, taking in deep gulps of air as his cheeks were cut. But when Bly started to cut into the flesh, tearing it with the filer, Matt screamed loud and panicked, gore gushing in rivulets down his face, his new wound opening wide as volume escaped his throat. And whereas before his weeping and whimpering had been soft and quiet, now he openly sobbed like a baby and didn't stop or settle down, even when Bly turned away from him.

Up in the driver's seat, Reese shifted in excitement, getting full view of Bly's ecstatic facial expressions while she tore into flesh and sent the thing screaming wildly. God, she was fucking gorgeous. With cigarette dangling between his lips, he grabbed an empty Mt. Dew bottle from the front seat and handed it back to her with a smirk. "That's all I got for right now, hun," he said with a shrug, turning his attention back to the road and turning off the highway to a small rural town. This looked like a good place. Just needed to find a wooded area, concealed from the view.

"5 minutes, Bly," he said casually, tossing the cigarette out the window.

 

[Malicious Lullaby]

Once she ahd acquired a bottle, Bly uncapped it and then placed it at his gashing wound on his cheek and watched as the crimson liquid practically poured itself so effortlessly into the bottle, watching it fill. It was her hobby, to always acquire a small sample of their victims’ blood. It was also dangerous because had it been left around anywhere with her fingerprints on it, their entire brigade would end in a heartbeat. But she was very clever. She only took enough to make samples out of. Filled not even a quarter, she capped the bottle and then placed it in the pocket behind the front passenger seat. It was then, her attention turned back to the Stranger—to which she’d always refer to him as even if he did give his name—and only realized his screams and sobs of pure agony.

Looking back at Reese when he had found a place to end the turmoil, she nodded to him and faced back to Matt and ran her finger over his gashed cheek, poking into it, feeling the squirminess and inside of his cheek. She ran her fingers and her hands completely over his face, wanting her hand to be covered forever in his blood and always remain there and grinned. Leaning into him, she kissed his ear, picking up her filer. “Now…you can live.” With a soft sigh, she picked up his arm and drove the filer over the forearm and gave a mild gash. Hopping off of his lap, she pulled a black tarp that always lay on the ground in the backseat and she pulled it over his sinking body and crawled back into the front passenger seat. Leaning into Reese, she kissed his cheek and giggled. “Your turn.” Sitting back, she buckled up and rest her feet up on the dashboard and used the bloody nail filer to file her bloodied nails. She hummed quietly, acting like she did not just torture an innocent soul.

What a beautiful day to commit delicious murder.