Her fingers smelt of blood...
Her hands were drenched in the terrible liquid, dripping red, liquid rubies onto the old, worn wooden floor of the victims house. A small, quiet peaceful house, now a place of blood and gore. Yes, gore. Her victim, an eighty year old woman and her forty year old son. Both lay dead before her. Both lay in several pieces. She was human, perfectly human, with one major flaw. She had a power, she was considered a mutant. She was telekinetic, her mind could move and shift things, she could look at an object and tear it to threads.
Her name was Harmonia. Such irony.
Harmonia had taken to learning the anatomy of the body, where each organ lay, where the major blood vessels were, how bones broke, which bones were which. After months of studying and testing of her power, she mastered a certain skill.
Harmonia had taught herself to select certain organs, and tear them from the body. Either that, or she would stretch out the selected organ, or she would use it was a tool of destruction to the other organs. It was a terrible skill, and she loved it.
Harmonia began using her skill to be an assasin, never a fingerprint, never a bullet. She killed without a trace. Her victims deaths would never be brought to justice, people would be tortured with the gory, heartless deaths of others for the rest of their lives. She was a class A killer, perfect at her job, always completed an assignment.
At the moment, she still stood in the small, countryside farm house, her hands dripping still. In the palms of her hand, she held a heart. Still warm, moments ago it had stopped throbbing. She loved the feeling of it. Yes, Harmonia was a disturbed person, very, very disturbed.
Yet, she had another power. One she hardly used at all, she had mastered it, but hardly used it. She could pass through any object, any object at all. Like a ghost.
Thats what she considered herself, a ghost of sorts. The kind that haunted people, yes, a ghost.
As Harmonia stood above the two bodies holding the old womans heart, gazing at it with a crazed look in her eye she felt the adrenaline rush subside, and frowned. Time for the next job. Time to kill another.
She kept her sharp eyed gaze on the bleeding old heart, watching as it began to stretch, seeming to inflate like a balloon. The tissues of it began to tear apart until peices of the heart flew in all directions. The peices that would've hit Harmonia all passed right through the black haired beauty, not a drop of blood nor a peice of tissue on her face, only her hands.
She shifted her dazzling green eyes to the dead woman, the remnants of the heart in her hand drifted up and dropped with a splat back into the womans body. She crouched down, wiping her hands off on the womans dress.
"Your blood is on my hands now." Harmonia laughed, quite cruelly, at the comment.
Her pink stained hands slid into the pockets of her black skinny jeans as she turned and walked from the old house, leaving death and fear in her wake.
"Off to the next job."
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