( suggested prompt by Kayleigh Thorpe )
⚠️Grapphic blood and death⚠️
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Doc breathed in the tangy scent of smoke and blood. The night had started with a celebration of the growth of a new era. Now she sat nearby, looking over the remains of the party. Sparklers made hissing and sputtering noises in a cake nearby. Bodies lay on the ground, and she carried a kit with her.
“You know the Drill” a man said simply as he lit a cigarette. He wore a tweed jacket and fedora, a combination of money and practicality. Doc, herself, hid in her own clothing. Only a few of these made men even knew she was a woman. Those who did despised her; those who didn’t,feared him, the persona she wore. Her hair was tucked away under a newsy cap, and a jacket and men’s shirt helped hide her feminine features. Sighing, she bent down and checked the pulse on the first body. A beautiful woman in a champagne-colored dress riddled with bullet holes.”Dead.” She said simply and moved onto the next.
One by one she covered the downstairs party before turning her attention to the upstairs of the two story home. The men in suits began their work the moment she headed upstairs. She heard them rolling bodies up in sliced carpet and dragging them out the front door.
The upstairs was more of the same. Each body she placed a marker on a black cloth or similar as men would come in behind her. This was what happened when you angered the man lording over the city, you lost it all.
She pushed open the door to a room at the end of the hall. Leaving behind her grisly work as she came face to face with a set of children. Both alive, both looking terrified as one had been halfway out a window and the other apparently keeping watch. They stared at her wide eyed, the child closest to her and the door crying softly as his eyes welled up with tears.
Doc stared for a long moment as she heard murmurs start up down the hall. Slowly she closed the door and secured it. Turning away, she walked back down the corridor. “ Hey anything else?” one asked, and she shrugged. “No just the usual.” Is all she said leaving behind the hallway, the men and eventually the house.
( a fun one to write though dark featuring Doc way back in the 20s. Shes seen alot and I may do more later on I love short prompts like this.)
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