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Night had long fallen on Dublin, and despite the recent murders, people were still outside taking advantage of the last “sunny” days of summer. A dark figure hid, observing this little world, waiting for her target to leave his imposing-look-at-me mansion, clueless of the destiny awaiting him outside. The moon broke from behind the clouds, gently illuminating the figure waiting to fulfil her revenge.

Their revenge.

Just kidding, she just loved to kill.

Eve stood, arms folded over her stomach, gaze locked on the building’s door. Her long braid floated slightly in the wind.

“Finally” she muttered, watching the door open on a man built like a gorilla, looking suspiciously around, before stepping aside to let the target pass. Senator Andrews. Well-respected by the Irish, he had notably created harsh punishments for those guilty of sexual crimes, making it look as no pity would be applied to guilty offenders. Too bad he wasn't respecting his own rules.

The young woman moved, running to follow them. Reaching her motorbike, Eve accelerated as the men in the car took off. The possible cameras didn't worry her too much. She made sure the plate number she used for her night hobbies did not exist in the police files.

The car and its tail headed east, leaving the hustle and bustle of the fancy city centre, to the so-called “Irishtown" neighbourhood. It was supposed to be one of the most secure in the city, maybe even the most secure, many people moved there after the war. Even she did, which was quite ironic, considering her favourite hobby and day job.

At the end of the neighbourhood, the car stopped in front of a somewhat dilapidated building. The edifice made of bricks seemed more abandoned than anything else. Senator Andrews got out of his Mercedes and walked toward the entrance, surrounded by his two gorillas.

Eve frowned. There shouldn't still be buildings like this in this corner of the city. If her information was accurate, what was behind this facade was not what the neighbours, and herself, had signed up for when moving in.

Finally finding an accessible window, she climbed up to the ledge, looking into a room decorated with large black curtains hanging on the walls, more than dubious elements all over the place. A large wooden table sat in a corner of the room, with ties. These people were such a cliché when it came to sadism it was almost sad.

The door opened in a clatter and Eve quickly pulled herself up, hiding behind the window posts. A man pulled his victim behind him, a young woman — probably closer to her teenage years than actual womanhood — eyes widening, pleading with the man. Her tiny figure too weak to resist his strength.

Eve furrowed her eyebrows, the man's face was familiar, but who? She tried to get her memory working, imagining those big ugly eyebrows, and that skin studded with freckles somewhere in her past, but she couldn't.

Meh, he will die anyway. The man pulled the girl towards the wooden table, trying to avoid her kicks.

Deciding it was time to act, Eve clung to a ledge, kicking the window as hard as she could, smashing it to pieces. She landed delicately in the room, the crunch of glass under her boots, rushing towards the man still in a state of surprise, his flaccid penis hanging miserably. Throwing her right arm forward, she sent a flash of metal straight into the man's throat. The teenager opened her mouth but forced herself to shut up when Eve beckoned her not to scream. She looked back at the man dying on the ground, blood flowing from his open throat, a smile on her face.

"What's your name?" Eve turned back to the girl.

“Ellen…”

“Don't look at him Ellen. I'm going to check the rest of the building. I want you to stay here, call the police and they'll come and get you to take you home, okay?”

Ellen nodded, shivering. “What if they think I did it?”

Eve's smile widened. "Don't worry, they won't suspect you."

She walked to the door, towards the screams.

Time to have some fun! .