A soft crinkle of leather would be heard in the stillness of the night as Kita took a slow steady drag of that cigarette that rested beneath small pale lips.  A breath would proceed to exhale, letting a soft whisp of smoke curl around her face.  She was a perfect portrait of a porcelin doll, skin a white pale palor; soft and her frame was small, delicate it seemed.  She stood only to be about 5'2, her bone structure was delicate and seemingly fragile.  She had a small perfectly structured chin, straight nose, perfectly arched brow.  Her black ebony locks hung down straight to her small waist.<br/><br/>She wore a black heavy trench coat that hid various blades and a few of her favorite hand guns.  Her small pale hands were hidden by black leather gloves and heavy boots adorned her feet. Her eyes were of a black ebony depth and she was a perfect picture of a black and white porcelin doll, one that was extrememly dangerous although she did not look it. She took a last savoring drag of her cigarette before tossing it away and she moved towards the building ahead of her.  It was a dim tavern with some such unimportant name, and she slipped inside silently.<br/><br/>Her walk was that of someone trained and she had a nack for moving through shadows and tight places easily.  Her movements were graceful and almost cat-like at times, seemingly almost unnatural for a human and yet that she was, a human. She would give pause at the front entrance, black deep orbs casting over each face to quickly analyze, before sliping to a table in the back.  The table clung with shadow as she did not want attention drawn to her quite yet and she slipped into a seat, her back to the wall and her eyes to the occupants.  She brought a boot up to rest on her knee as she leaned back comfortably on her seat.<br/><br/>Thankfully, she supposed, for her...the tavern was not very occupied. It would give her time to do what she wanted to do. Her eyes shifted slightly to take in the rafters above, then move over the walls.  They were fairly easily climbable. She had picked the darkest corner on purpose. She did not want to be seen or disturbed during her work. For a couple of hours, she sat perfectly still...searching...searching..until she found the perfect work of art. It was an over weight woman.  She was sitting in a both across from her own. Now....how to get her here, that was the question.<br/><br/>Her lips curved slightly as her thoughts came together. She spotted a man, sitting at the bar in a buisness suit. This should not be so hard. Humans were always so guilable, so easily taken as prey. With a short wave of gloved hand, a waiter came by and she quietly ordered a drink to be brought to the man, along with an invite to her booth.<br/><br/>She watched carefully as the man accepted the drink and then his eyes shot over to her and he gave a rather eager wave. She gave a short wave, although nothing about her features really changed. She watched as the man slid off of the barstool and made his way to her table and she quickly moved to a little to one side to give him room to sit. It was a rounded corner booth, so it could have fit four or five people, luckily.<br/><br/>She heard him give a soft sound at the back of his throat as he sat down in the booth seat beside her and gave her a slightly nervous hello. She did not waste time. She leaned foward, her lips close to his earlobe.<br/><br/>"I like to have fun, but I think that we would both have more fun with a third party.  Why don't you have the waiter offer that woman over there a drink and an invite to join us?"<br/><br/>She whispered and the man's eyes widened a little, but a grin soon replaced the look. Soon, he was waving for the waiter again. Before too long, the drink was given and the woman had turned to look at their table. She looked uncertain, but she turned and began to gather her things and it was only then that Kita's fingers found the little poisonous dart that she had kept in a small compartment in her trench coat. She waited until the woman was getting comfortable in the seat before sticking the little dart deep into the man's wrist. She moved quickly to the woman, her long curved blades already drawn in each hand, her long black locks hanging down on each side of her pale white face.<br/><br/>She moved swiftly, one hand pressing to the woman's forehead, forcing it back, to expose those fleshy layers on her neck. She had her other hand out, the blade pressed tightly to those ripples of her neck. Her pale colorless lips peeled back to reveal those perfect white even teeth as she let out a little hiss and then leaned foward to the fat woman's ear.  To others, in the dim light and shadows, it only seemed like an intimate encounter.<br/><br/>"Hmmm....So much rudy flesh to scalp from that useless body of yours. You are the opitomy of society's trash, but I will make you a work of art...."<br/><br/>She whispered almost lovingly rolling her head a little as she made a sound at the back of her throat and then quickly moved the hand from the forehead to press upon the woman's lips. She suddenly began to slice that thick sharp blade into the woman's neck, slicing through the flesh like a hot butter knife to a stick of butter.<br/><br/>Blood began to ooze out, flowing out over her front half.  She kept her there, holding her still, pressing that blade deeper within.  She began peeling the flesh from the body now. She had now cut off a massive chunk of flesh. She tossed it beside her on the seat and licked the tips of her slender gloved fingers quickly before going back to carving the flesh from the woman's neck. She leaned in again, her pale thin lips brushing the fat lady's own.<br/><br/>"Hmm....you will be beautiful for once in your life when I am finished with you."<br/><br/>She said softly, then forced the woman's face to face her own as she studied her as if thinking of what to do next, then her eyes sparkled in delight.<br/><br/>"Perhaps I should cut off your lips first, then your nose, but I want you to keep your eyes and ears, so you can hear and see it all...."<br/><br/>She whispered and then forced her head back and took out a smaller sharpened blade. She pressed her hand to the now lifeless corpse and then began to carve the lips off slowly. When she was done, she held up the two peices of flesh and then tilted her head back and opened up her small mouth, setting the peices of flesh upon her tongue and began to chew them.  A soft squishing sound came from just past her lips as she chewed it as if it were a delicacy and then her eyes returned to her prey, her artwork.<br/><br/>"Hmm....now...how about the nose..."<br/><br/>She said softly and then she took the small blade and began to carve the flesh off her nose.  The tainted white of the bone beganing to show through as she carved. When she was done, two bloody gapping holes were left to be seen. She leaned back a little and suddenly grabbed a hard closed fist of hair as she yanked her head back, those pale thin lips curling in a smile as she took the blade and slowly began to carve her hair from her scalp. At this point the woman had lost too much blood and had long been dead since Kita had sliced at her throat.  Her wide eyes stared out lifelessly, but Kita continued to work. When she was done, the woman's hair was tossed aside and her body looked like a monstrosity.<br/><br/>Kita leaned foward, flicking her tongue out a little to lick the scalp, then she slid her fingers into her jacket again and they coiled around the handle of one of her guns as she suddenly stood and dragged the woman's body out of the booth by the back of her shirt, aiming the gun at the bartender steadily, her eyes cold and void of emotion. She could hear screams around her and she quickly moved the gun to the few people who had gotten up to move.<br/><br/>"DO NOT THINK OF LEAVING."<br/><br/>She said in a strong commanding voice, then she spoke again, a little softer this time.<br/><br/>"You'll miss seeing my master peice. Now...close the door and I want someone to find me some rope...NOW."<br/><br/>She said and the bartender scurried to find some rope while a couple of people shut the door as she asked, frightened of what she might do. The bartender came up with some rope and she pointed at the woman.<br/><br/>"Come here...tie the rope around her elbows tightly..."<br/><br/>She said, indicating the corpse, her eyes never leaving the faces of others. The man nodded and quickly moved to the woman, pausing, as if scared that the body might have leopracy. Finally, he had the rope tied tightly to one elbow and Kita stopped him.<br/><br/>"Cut the rope in half...then tie the other half to her other elbow."<br/><br/>She said coldly and he did as she asked. Soon, both elbows were tied and she grabbed up the end of one rope and instructed him to take up the other rope. Keeping the gun pointed at the customers, she threw the rop up and over the rafter....and then caught the other end. She told him to do the same and he did. She instructed him to pull up when she did and soon, they were lifting the woman's body up so that it hung suspended above the ground near the rafters. She tied off her end to a vertical wooden support beam and she had the bartender do the same with another wooden support beam on the other side of the bar. She mentally counted up the number of people in the bar. Five, counting the bartender and the waiter.<br/><br/>Those thin white lips curved and suddenly, whipped the bartender around to face her and stuck the barrel of the gun to his forehead...then blew his brains out.  The blood and innerards littered the patrons and the floor and walls and screams echoed around her as they began to try and run towards the door.  Her aim was too quick, and four shots later, four corpses littered the tavern floor. She dropped the bartender and stepped over his body and walked out into the night, leaving her masterpeice behind for others to find. She was covered in blood, so she used the back alleyways to make her way towards her old apartment, so that she wouldn't be picked up by the cops.<br/><br/>So on she walked....a slight of hand bringing that crumpled pack out to press a cigarette between her pale lips. Her delicate features were illuminated for a moment as she lit the end and then the two peices were tucked once more in her pocket.  A whirl of smoke slithered and curled from her lips as she walked.<br/><br/>It wasn't long before she found herself within the apartment she resided.  It was in an abandoned building.  She had nothing in her living quarters but a bare thread mattress  upon the floor and scattered crates.  There were a few homeless that resided in the building with her, but they were of no consequence.  It was not that she lacked the funds to rent an apartment.  On the contrary, she made quite a good amount of money for her work.<br/><br/>She needed nothing that other humans like herself needed.  She had no cravings for the comforts that money could give.  She prefered to stay under the radar and her work required it.  She moved to a crate that was placed before a window and she seated herself upon it.  For hours, she remained upon this crate, simply watching the movement outside.<br/><br/>The ringing of her disposable phone broke the silence and she reached within her coat to retrieve it.  She opened the phone and pressed it to her ear, still staring forward out the window.  "You're getting out of hand, Kita.  I heard about the stunt you pulled at that tavern.  If this continues, if you continue to amass this much attention to yourself, we may have to put you down.  Get your priorities in order and leave your lust for death for the harbingers."<br/><br/>"The police have no idea I exist.  There is no threat to you and yours.  Careful, little Templar, don't give me a reason to hunt your kind as well.  We have a perfectly good arrangement here.  You wouldn't want to risk that."  She said, her voice cool and neutral.  She felt no anger, no emotion.  She was simply stating fact.<br/><br/>A sigh was heard through the speaker of the cell phone before the Templar spoke again.  "Come back to the Facility.  There may be a situation that requires your...expertise."  The man hung up before Kita would reply, which was perfect fine with her.  She found that there was no need for further conversation.<br/><br/>So, having been given her orders, she slipped the phone back within her coat.  She took a few minutes to change her clothes and wash her skin of blood before replacing her weapons upon her person.  When she was done, she was out the door and on her way to Facility.