Confrontation

We would transition back to present day, 1969 of June, where the news of the murder of well known businessman, Carter Johnson was murdered shocking millions in the wake of the news.

Kairi: (smirking) "Next Target is going to be great.."

Kairi would eye some small fry individuals in alleyway, cornering a woman similar to her— causing her to decide and take care of them, for fun.

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Kairi's smirk twisted into something darker as she approached the small group huddled in the alleyway. The shadows stretched long, swallowing the weak flickers of light from the streetlamps. The woman at the edge of the group caught Kairi's eye first—she had the same predatory look, but it lacked the edge, the experience. Kairi knew a poser when she saw one.

"Hey, sweetheart," Kairi's voice was a sickly sweet drawl, the kind that sent chills down spines. "How about I show you how it's really done?"

The woman's bravado cracked, but she held her ground. "What the fuck do you want?"

Kairi didn't answer. She was already moving, her hand a blur as it whipped out a blade, the steel glinting under the dim light. The woman barely had time to react before Kairi's knife plunged into her gut. She gasped, a choked scream catching in her throat as blood poured out, staining Kairi's hand in dark crimson.

"See, the trick is to enjoy it," Kairi whispered, leaning in close as she twisted the blade, savoring the way the woman's body jerked in pain. "You're already dead. You just don't know it yet."

The other individuals in the alley froze, their eyes wide with horror. One tried to run, but Kairi was faster. She yanked the knife out with a sickening squelch and slashed it across the runner's throat. Blood sprayed in a wide arc, painting the walls and leaving the victim gurgling, clawing at the wound as they collapsed to the ground.

"Fucking cowards," Kairi spat, her voice laced with disdain. "You think you're tough? You don't know shit."

The remaining people, now paralyzed with fear, began to back away, but Kairi was relentless. She pounced on another, slamming them into the wall with brutal force. Bones cracked under her assault, and she didn't stop, not until their skull was a pulpy mess against the bricks.

She turned to the last one standing, a young man, tears streaming down his face as he begged for his life. "Please, don't—"

Kairi laughed, a harsh, joyless sound. "Don't what? Hurt you? Kill you? You think you deserve mercy? I don't do mercy."

With one final, savage strike, she buried the knife into his chest, pushing it deep until she felt it hit bone. She twisted it slowly, watching the light fade from his eyes, her own expression cold and devoid of any humanity.

When the last body hit the ground, Kairi stood amidst the carnage, her breathing steady, her gaze unflinching. Blood dripped from her hands, pooling around her feet, but she didn't care. This was power, pure and raw, and it surged through her veins like fire.

"Next target's going to be even better," she muttered to herself, already looking forward to the next kill.

With that, she wiped the blade clean on the nearest body, pocketed it, and walked away from the scene, leaving nothing but death and despair in her wake.

Kairi's gaze lingered on the woman she had spared from death, her fingers lightly tilting the woman's chin upward. There was a strange, twisted allure in the woman's defiance, something that called to Kairi's darker impulses. The woman's breath was ragged, her body trembling from pain and fear, but her eyes held a fire that intrigued Kairi.

"You've got fight in you," Kairi whispered, her voice almost tender, a sharp contrast to the brutality she had just unleashed. "I like that."

Before the woman could respond, Kairi closed the distance between them, pressing her lips against the woman's in a forceful, dominating kiss. The woman resisted at first, her instincts urging her to pull away, but Kairi's intensity was overpowering. Soon, she found herself melting into the kiss, her body responding in spite of her fear.

When Kairi finally pulled back, she looked into the woman's eyes, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. "Name's Kairi, but you might know me better as Pacifist."

The woman's eyes widened in recognition, fear flickering across her face. "You're Pacifist?"

Kairi chuckled darkly, savoring the fear in the woman's eyes. "Surprised? You should be. But don't worry—I've got other things on my mind tonight."

She took the woman's hand, pulling her closer until their bodies were pressed together. "Let's get out of here. I've got a room nearby."

The woman, still dazed and shaken, allowed herself to be led by Kairi, her mind racing with the implications of who she was with. Despite everything, she found herself drawn to Kairi's dangerous allure, unable to resist the pull.

…

The hotel room was dimly lit, the shadows casting long, foreboding shapes on the walls. Kairi guided the woman inside, closing the door behind them with a soft click. The tension between them was palpable, the air thick with unspoken desires and dark intentions.

As soon as the door was shut, Kairi pushed the woman against the wall, her lips crashing into hers with a bruising intensity. The woman moaned into the kiss, her hands tangling in Kairi's hair as she gave in to the overwhelming sensation. There was no tenderness, only raw, primal passion, fueled by the adrenaline of the night's violence.

Kairi's hands roamed over the woman's body, rough and demanding, as if she was claiming her, marking her as hers for the night. The woman responded in kind, her own hands exploring Kairi's form, desperate for the connection, however twisted it might be.

Clothes were shed in a flurry of movement, tossed carelessly to the floor as they stumbled toward the bed. Kairi pushed the woman onto the mattress, climbing on top of her with a predatory grin. There was no hesitation, no pretense of romance—just two bodies colliding in a frenzy of lust and aggression.

The room was filled with the sounds of their passion, mingled with the distant hum of the city outside. For a moment, it was just them, lost in the heat of the moment, the world outside forgotten. But reality had a way of creeping back in, and soon, the tension that had been momentarily pushed aside returned with a vengeance.

As they lay entwined in the aftermath, Kairi's fingers lightly traced patterns on the woman's skin, her mind already shifting gears. The woman, breathless and spent, turned to look at Kairi, a mixture of confusion and something resembling admiration in her eyes.

"Kairi…" she began, her voice trembling slightly. "There's…there's something I need to tell you."

Kairi's hand stilled, her eyes narrowing slightly as she looked at the woman. "What is it?"

The woman hesitated, fear creeping back into her expression. "Before you…before you found me, I…I contacted someone. I didn't have a choice. It was…Brick Thorne. He's—he's coming for you."

At the mention of that name, Kairi's expression darkened, but she remained eerily calm, a slow, sadistic smile spreading across her face. "Brick Thorne, huh?" she repeated, her voice laced with amusement. "Well, isn't that interesting."

The woman swallowed hard, sensing the shift in Kairi's mood. "I didn't want to, but I was scared. I thought maybe if I warned him…he'd protect me."

Kairi's smile widened, her fingers curling around the woman's throat, not hard enough to choke, but enough to send a clear message. "You thought wrong, sweetheart," she said, her voice dripping with venom. "And now, you're going to pay for that mistake."

The woman's breath hitched, panic setting in as she realized the gravity of her situation. "Please, Kairi…I'm telling you the truth. My name is Satsuki. Satsuki Fujimoto. I swear, I won't lie. I'm sorry. I'll do anything you want, just…please don't kill me."

Kairi leaned in closer, her lips brushing against Satsuki's ear as she whispered, "You think I'm just going to let you live after what you've done? You think begging is going to save you?"

Satsuki's heart raced, her mind frantically searching for a way out. "I'll do anything," she pleaded, tears welling in her eyes. "Just tell me what you want."

Kairi pulled back slightly, her eyes boring into Satsuki's, searching for any sign of deception. But all she saw was fear, pure and unfiltered, and it bored her. The thrill of the chase, the excitement of the kill—it was gone, replaced by a dull, empty feeling. Satsuki had nothing left to offer her, nothing to keep her entertained.

Kairi sighed, feigning disappointment. "You know, Satsuki, I thought you might be fun. But you've turned out to be a real fucking bore."

Satsuki's eyes widened in terror as Kairi released her, only to grip her arm and haul her off the bed. "Kairi, please…don't—"

"Look over there," Kairi said, her voice cold and devoid of emotion, as she pointed toward the stairway visible through the open door. "See that?"

Satsuki, trembling, turned her gaze toward the stairway, confusion and fear clouding her mind. "What…what am I supposed to see?"

Kairi's grip tightened on Satsuki's arm, and before she could react, Kairi shoved her toward the stairs. Satsuki stumbled, her feet slipping on the edge of the first step, and she screamed as she tumbled down the stairway. The fall was brutal, her body twisting and contorting with each impact, until she hit the bottom with a sickening crack. The sound of her neck snapping echoed through the empty hallway, followed by a deafening silence.

Kairi stood at the top of the stairs, looking down at the lifeless form of Satsuki Fujimoto. She felt nothing—no satisfaction, no guilt, no remorse. Satsuki had been nothing more than a temporary distraction, a fleeting amusement in a world that had long since lost its luster.

With a shrug, Kairi turned away, her mind already shifting to her next move, her next target. Brick Thorne was out there somewhere, and if Satsuki had been telling the truth, he was coming for her.

Kairi smiled to herself, a dark, twisted grin that held no warmth. "Come on, Brick," she muttered to herself. "Let's see if you're as fun as they say."

With that, she walked back into the hotel room, closing the door behind her, leaving Satsuki's broken body to rot at the bottom of the stairs.

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