[I should probably slap a content warning on this. Sooo... ]
Warning: The following scene contains graphic depictions of violence and insinuations of non-consensual interactions.
You have been warned.
More blood on his hands. Not much, but it was there. On his hands, on the gun. Another stain that wouldn't go away. Alex slipped off into the dark after Annaliese, listened for and heard Ray coming. Ray and someone else. Didn't matter. Alex was already stalking off through the dark, between the aisles, wiping the specks of blood off the gun and slipping it into his belt. Too noisy. Too messy. It was a wonderful little tool, but it was a liability now.
In the dark, Alex was alone. He wanted it to stay that way.
In and out of the aisles. Back against the wall. Avoid the glass and the wrappers and the junk. Make no noise, just slip out unnoticed. Slip out and get away and leave this place behind. Yeah, simple as that. Slip out and take down anything that stood in the way. Anything. Anyone.
"Ready to go again, boy?"
Alex was ready. He turned the glass over and over again in his hand, barely able to feel it through the bandages. He was ready. Against the wall, around the corner. He waited, watched, listened.
Looks like it was Alex's lucky day. Rosa Fiametta and Felicia Carmichael. The whore of Babylon and friend. Lovely. Everyone knew about Rosa. Everyone knew about her 'conquests'. Rosa was a bike and everyone got to ride. The only thing Rosa had over Liz, in Alex's mind, was that Rosa never fucked a teacher. At least none that he knew of. Liz and Kwong? Hell, everyone could see what was going on there. Rosa just had the male student body to pick from, and she was well versed in the male body.
Rosa and Felicia.
Looks like Alex gets his turn.
From behind the corner, Alex came. Out of the shadows, Alex came. Fast, hard, brutal.
Felicia got it first. Just hard and fast. He picked her up and put her in to the wall as hard as he could. When he let go, she dropped like a rock and didn't move. Now that was no fun, but Alex wasn't in it to have fun with Felicia. No, he had his sights set on Rosa. Rosa fucking Fiametta. Yeah, she got his full attention.
With Felicia torn from her grasp, Rosa looked quite upset. Called out her name and everything. She turned to face Alex, tears still streaming down her face, and had a few choice words to say. More than a few, but she only got out a few.
Ooh, so tough, so hard. Rosa almost looked like she was going to run screaming if it weren't for Felicia, looking back and forth between Alex and her unconscious girlfriend. Yeah, she wanted to run. She wanted to run, and scream, and get as far away from Alex as she could, but she was helpless. Torn between self preservation and love for her friend.
That there was a mistake.
Before she could choose between herself and Felicia, Alex was on her. Picking her up and pinning her against the wall, his hand over her mouth. No need to have her screaming now. That little outburst might not have been loud enough to reach the ears of everyone else in the area, but you can be damn sure a bloody scream would. And Alex couldn't have that, no, he couldn't. He kept her quiet. Hand over her mouth and his thumb under her chin, keeping that mouth of hers shut. His weight against her.
She was pinned.
She was helpless.
She was at his mercy.
"Rosa fucking Fiametta."
Alex just grinned as he turned that name around. Here he was with Rosa Fiametta pinned against the wall behind some store. This would have been a dream if he were anyone else, and if they were back at home.
"I heard your sister died. Too bad. She was a looker. I wouldn't have minded a shot at her."
Alex kept that smirk, that sick little grin, just to show Rosa how much he enjoyed this. Oh, he was certain it would make her sick. But he wasn't about to let her do much about it. He just kept her pinned there against the wall, his weight driving the air from her chest. Nice chest too, it's really too bad it went to waste.
It didn't look like Rosa enjoyed his comment, though. She was struggling, that much was certain, but he kept his hand planted firmly over her mouth. He didn't pay much attention to her feet though, or realize how far down the wall she had slipped. But it seemed she'd slipped just far enough to drive her foot down on his. Fuck, that hurt.
"That hurt, you bitch."
Alex pulled her back up, away from the wall, and shoved her hard against it again. It was getting hard to keep her there, but he had something in mind. She wouldn't stay there forever.
"Your brother was on the announcements too, wasn't he? Little pussy finally grew some balls and killed someone, didn't he? I wonder what Senior thinks about that."
Alex pushed against her again, forced a little more air out of her. Kept her pinned. The look on her face was almost priceless, but Alex would have to guess anything on Rosa was only worth about $20. If that. He had to wonder... what would she have to say about now? Time to give her a little room.
Alex pulled his hand from her mouth.
She spat at him when she spoke, but he didn't care. He just wanted to hear what she had to say. And it seemed she had something to say after all. A nice little barb.
"He's five fucking times the man you are and with Ily that ain't saying much you cunt."
Emphasis on the cunt. Good choice, but that was enough for now. Alex put his hand back over her mouth, shoving her jaws closed. If she bit her tongue, all the better, but he didn't care. He just kept her there. Held her there against the wall, his full weight against her. But his arms were getting tired and Rosa wasn't as tiny as she looked. Holding almost 140lbs up against a wall was something Alex could only do for a little while, but he figured it was a good time to change position.
Besides, this next part was so, so much better.
Alex pulled her back and let her drop to the ground, shoving his leg against hers. No more cute shit now. But Rosa wasn't a one trick pony, it seemed. She wasn't afraid to get dirty. Well, everyone knew that, but it seemed she didn't mind fighting dirty either. The moment she had the space, she send her head forward with as much force as she could muster, and Alex could swear he almost heard a crunch when her forehead met his face. That bitch might have broken his nose!
"Oh, you little fuck."
She was making him mad. No more tricks. No more cute shit. Alex spun her round and slammed her against the wall, pinned an arm against her stomach and the other against her back, driving his weight into her back and forcing her against that wall face first.
"This is better. Seem familiar at all, Rosa? Pinned against the wall, boy behind you. Ready to stick you good?"
No screaming from Rosa. Every now and then, he'd shove his shoulder against her back and drive the air from her chest again and again. Make it hard to breath. Make it hard to talk, let alone scream. Keep his arm around her throat, and his hand in position. She makes a noise and he silences her. But it would be no fun if she couldn't talk back, give him a few more of her barbs. He didn't know if he wanted her to speak right now though. But she was going to fight for that right to talk, gasping for breath and forcing out every last syllable, being quite stubborn and refusing to just shut up and take it.
Alex shoved against her again, but she wasn't staying quiet.
"You don't know--"
Another hard shove, driving his shoulder into her back.
"--shit about me--"
Again, right between her shoulder blades.
So stubborn. So restless. Rosa didn't like this, that much was obvious. She really, really didn't like this. Every muscle in her body seemed to resist Alex, but he just kept her pinned, driving an elbow or a shoulder or a knee into her.
"Oh, I know enough. Everyone talks about it. Looks like I'll finally get my chance to give you a poke now. I'll get mine eventually."
Alex turned the glass over in his free hand. Lined up the tip of the blade, if you could call it that, and held it tight.
"But I'll make sure you get yours too, no worry about that."
Rosa was taking it all in stride, it seemed. She even managed to spit out something that could be called laughter, if she could breathe enough to actually laugh. It wasn't much, but it was enough. But Alex knew better. That little laugh was absolutely drenched in despair. He could just hear it. But she was trying. Trying to be derisive. Maybe it was bravado. Maybe.
The touch of cold glass against her skin would get rid of that quick enough. Alex took his time. Dragged the jagged tip across a bit of exposed skin. Dug it into her flesh just enough to draw blood. Dragged it out. Slow, precise little cuts. Each one a little longer. Each one a little slower. His hand clamped over her mouth, and he shoved his weight against her again.
"Yeah, that's good. What do you think?"
He pulled his hand away, just enough. She was stammering. Barely able to get the words out. But she tried. She tried hard. Gasping, every now and then. Sharp, pained gasps. And Alex had to listen hard to make out the little whimpers she tried to keep down. But she was trying. She was trying so hard to keep resisting.
"H-having fun, you s-sick fuck?!"
"You bet, babe."
He clamped his hand over her mouth again.
He pressed the jagged tip against her side. Harder and harder. Until it pierced her skin and slipped into the red. But he didn't settle with a cut this time. No, he kept pushing. He thrust the so-called blade once it was in nice and deep. Hard and deep.
But not quick. Never quick.
He kept his hand over her mouth, and held it there tight. Those pained little whimpers and sharp gasps has been replaced but long, drawn out muffled screams. Just this endless whine against his hand. She was crying. He could feel it.
He pulled the glass out, slow. Always slow. Met with another long endless whine as he slipped the blood stained shard from her side.
"Another deep breath."
He picked a new spot and started all over again. She was bleeding plenty already, but he wasn't going to leave anything to chance. Yeah, this is a good spot. Slowly, excruciatingly slowly, he dug the tip into her skin. He cut a little X.
"It marks the spot."
Directly in the center of that X, he began to push. In it went and out came another long muffled scream, another wave of tears, even a little thrashing. But it was over for Rosa. It was over before any of this even began. Alex knew it. Rosa knew it. And if she didn't? Well, he would make sure she did. This was the end of the game for her.
He pulled out. Forced his weight against her. Pushed her into the wall. Kept her helpless. Took away her hope.
One last spot.
Alex really should have been paying more attention to her legs. After the cute shit she had pulled earlier, he really should have kept an eye on them. But with what was going on now, he had more important things to focus on. when she started to struggle and he pressed his weight against her, he didn't notice her leg coming up, and by then it was too late. She went for a good low blow, and got Alex pretty good, for what it was worth. His hand wasn't on her mouth anymore, that's for sure. But even as distracted as he was, he wasn't letting her go.
"Go die in a hole you scum."
Brave. Foolish as well, but brave. Alex slammed her back up against the wall, and had her silenced quick enough.
"Bold last words, bitch."
No use going slow this time. It was the finishing touch. The climax. The money shot. Alex found his spot, lined it up, and thrust hard. Hard, fast, brutal and most important of all, deep.
"Seems like I forgot a condom. You don't mind, do you? No, you don't."
With a satisfying snap, the glass shard broke. Alex left a present in Rosa. Left a piece behind. The glass was practically gone when he pulled his hand away, tossed the remainder away. But he wasn't done.
"Make sure it sticks."
With some emphasis on the last word, Alex sent his balled up fist in Rosa's side, right where the glass shard had been. A hard blow. A brutal blow. Another long, drawn out, endless scream. And it was over. That was it for Rosa. Her game was over. There was no fixing that, and Rosa certainly didn't look like she had the strength to even attempt to fix it, even if she could. When all that was left were whimpers and tears, Alex pulled Rosa away from the wall. Threw her away.
Tossed her like trash.
He stood over her. Looked down at her.
Spat on her.
"Was it good for you?"
She barely had any strength left. But she tried. She tried hard. Even now, even after it was all over, she was trying to resist. She raised her arm, as high as she could manage, and balled her fingers. Leaving only one behind.
She flipped him off.
He left her to die.