Taylor Ashley sank her knife into just another nobody villain. No matter how many times she did it, she loved the feeling. Nothing compared to it. Carbon steel in squidgy flesh. Watching the life drain from his face, Taylor could no longer suppress the chuckle building up in her own chest. As she pulled the knife out and let him fall to the floor with a thud, she felt tingles all over her body. Oh, how she loved killing!
A final bang from a revolver echoed loud and proud in the now almost lifeless hall. Taylor turned in time to face her friend as she holstered her revolver and watched her own victim fall.
"Well," Melissa said, "time for bed, I think." Melissa walked over and linked her arms into Taylor's, ignoring the frowning it spurred in her and glancing around the hall at all the dead bodies lying over pews, lying on the floor, lying on top of other dead bodies. This wasn't a battle. It was a slaughter. "This wasn't nearly as much fun as I imagined it would be."
"You expected some random clan, fucked up enough to think attacking one of our members was a good idea, to be a challenge?" Taylor shook her head at her naive companion. But still. Melissa was right. Looking outside the windows, it was starting to get light outside and her eyes were starting to get heavy.
In an instant their bland surroundings, the comfort of being around her lifeless victims, all disappeared as she teleported the two of them onto their corridor in their own clan headquarters. If it wasn't for the unnecessary number of unnecessary sconces illuminating all the way down the corridor, Taylor imagined it would be pretty difficult for Melissa to see. Not that seeing in the dark would ever be a problem for Taylor. It was just a little taste of her mother's ability. Inherited.
To say that their headquarters was oversized for the number of members they had would be an understatement. On this corridor the only rooms that were occupied were Melissa's and Taylor's, opposite from one another.
As they reached the middle of the corridor, and their rooms, Melissa unlinked their arms and kissed her on her cheek. "Goodnight." She turned and began inputting the four-figure code for her door, while Taylor frowned and vigorously rubbed at her cheek.
"It's things like that that makes Jess and Kerri think we're a thing."
Melissa's door opened, the green metal sliding upwards. She leaned in the doorway and smiled back at her best friend. "It's reactions like that that will make me continue." She turned on her heel, and walked away from the doorway as it slid back down and closed. "Goodnight, sweetie," she called through the door.
"Goodnight, cutie," Taylor called back. As Melissa's giggle travelled through the door, Taylor's smile stayed with her as she teleported into her own room. She couldn't even remember the last time she went to bed at night instead of the morning. Nevertheless, she changed out of her uniform into sweatpants and surrounded herself in the comfort of her mattress and duvet. She slept like a baby, with wonderful dreams of taking on entire clans on her own, and cutting vigilantes to pieces.