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Vixen moved through St. Mary's hospital in her nurse scrubs and badge that made her look like any number of the nurses that actually worked there. She got the occasional questioning glance, but she moved on with purpose, so she was not stopped by anybody. The hospital was large enough that people could work there for years without ever getting to know each other. The different departments did not really mingle all that much, so the fact that none of the doctors or nurses she passed by did not recognize her was not really any cause for alarm to them. Fortunately, Jennifer did not work in the emergency room because that was the only place that was closely guarded and her badge would have come under scrutiny.
After all, this was not like the T.V. hospital drama shows where everybody seemed to know everybody. This was real life. In real life, if you do not belong to a specific department, you probably don't even exist as far as that department is concerned. Real life worked great for Vixen. In real life, she could walk in like she owned the place and steadily gain on her quarry without having to answer a single question.
She could see the back of Jennifer's head now. She had not seen a picture of Jennifer, but Wraith had told her what department she worked in and had more than adequately described her. In fact, he had used entirely too much detail for Vixen's liking. She would have much rather have had him be vague on the details, as if he had not memorized Jennifer's face and body perfectly. As she thought about this, she slipped her hand into the right pocket of her scrubs and felt the scalpel she had deftly removed from a tray of instruments she had passed in the surgical wing.
Vixen had been unsure about bringing a weapon with her. If she had been stopped for any reason, it would not have been very beneficial to her cause for them to find a big ugly knife in her pocket. She would have had a hard time talking her way out of that and then be allowed to continue on her way with deadly purpose. Once she was sure that she could move freely through the place, however, she had taken the first opportunity to get her hands on a blade that she had come across. She wanted Wraith to see that he had taught her well when it came to inflicting violence with a sharp edge.
She wanted to show Wraith a lot of other things as well. She wanted him to see that she was the one for him and nobody else. At least not until he decided to finish his work with her. He was not allowed to find love with another woman. She had not been able to offer herself to him in the fullest capacity yet. He had not broken her, and she could not bear the thought of leaving it incomplete just as her father had. Somebody had to finish the job and Wraith was the man to do it. Maybe once Jennifer was dead he would finally be able to give her the focus she deserved.
The thought spurred her on almost as much as killing the man from the club had the night before. He had been nice practice. She had not actually killed very many people herself. When she had, Wraith was always beside her for it. Last night had been the first time she had done everything herself and she had loved it. It had been a great confidence builder. The time for practice was over now. Now it was time for a kill that actually meant something. She did not know how much time she would get to work with Jennifer, but she intended to make it as fun as possible.
Vixen watched as Jennifer turned into a room to check on a patient and closed the door behind her. This would be perfect. Two for the price of one. She kept her hand on the handle of the scalpel and approached the door. Nobody eve seemed to notice as she turned the knob and stepped inside. Cameras, doctors, and nurses were everywhere in this place, but nobody would be even slightly aware of the danger sweet Jennifer was in before it was too late to do anything about it.
Once Vixen had closed the door, she turned around and confronted Jennifer, who was looking at her strangely. She did not have any alarm on her face, she just seemed intrigued as to why Vixen had entered the room. Taking a page from Wraith's playbook, she smiled sweetly and stepped forward as if she was supposed to be there.
"Can I help you?" Jennifer asked as she changed some bandages on the patient who appeared to be a burn victim.
"Are you Jennifer?" Vixen asked. "My name is April. I was told to come find you. This is my first day and they wanted you to show me the ropes."
"That is not how we usually do it around here." Jennifer said, but she shrugged. "Of course they would do this to me though. I am behind as it is. The last thing I needed was to be given babysitting duty. I am sorry. I am not normally this grumpy. I have just had a rough time lately."
"That is perfectly okay." Vixen said. "Is there any way that I can help you?"
"Yes, actually there is." Jennifer said. "Could you please come over here and hold Mr. Barnes' arm for me while I work these old bandages off?"
"Sure thing." Vixen answered. Wraith had often spoken of his certainty that God wanted him to do his work because of the way he handed the perfect circumstances to him. Right now she felt as if she was receiving the same sort of divine approval. She walked up next to Jennifer, but instead of grabbing the arm, she pulled out her scalpel and drove the blade into Mr. Barnes' throat. Jennifer's eyes went wide with shock, but she could not speak before Vixen cut her air off with a vice grip on her throat.
"Jennifer, sweet Jennifer." Vixen cooed. "I need you to be quiet. I really don't want to have to slice your pretty little neck open."
With that, she shoved a wad of gauze into Jennifer's mouth as she struggled for air. With Jennifer sufficiently gagged, Vixen let go of her throat and backhanded her. Jennifer fell to the ground and tried to cry out, but the gag muffled her scream. Vixen grabbed medical tape and ran it around Jennifer's head quickly to keep the gauze in place. This was not easy because Jennifer struggled with her as she did it. More severe hits had made the pretty nurse a little more pliant.
Once her mouth had been sufficiently silenced, Vixen had turned her attention to the rest of her body. With more struggles that decreased with each blow driven into her body, Jennifer finally found herself sitting upright in chair that was provided for visitors. Her arms were taped down to the armrests and her legs were secured to the base of the chair. She still fought as much as she could, but she had really been no match at all for Vixen. After all, Jennifer was not in the least bit prepared for violence, unlike her adversary.
"Shhh." Vixen said in a mock attempt to sooth her. She stroked Jennifer's face with her hands as if she was trying to calm down, like an infant. "It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you. I promise."
She stood up straight and delivered a swift kick to the left side of her captive's face. Jennifer's head jerked with the impact. Her eyes took on a glossy look for a brief moment, but then clarity came back. She looked like she wanted to cry, but somehow she was able to restrain the tears.
"Oh, dear, I am so sorry." Vixen said as sweetly as she could. "I fear that I may have lied. I am going to hurt you. A lot. Oh, I am going to some real fun for you. You think you can just strut your stuff in front of my man and steal his heart away? Well I have news for you. He may have fallen for you, but that is a bad thing. You see, nobody is allowed to claim Wraith's love. It makes him mad. He called me this morning and gave me the green light to kill you."
As she spoke, Vixen began to remove her clothing. Death and pain were such erotic experiences for her that she really did prefer to be nude for them. She had anticipated this and was not even wearing anything under her scrubs. When she was finished stripping down, she leaned forward and pressed her breasts into Jennifer's face and wiggled them back and forth. Jennifer tried to lean back and escape this, but Vixen only pressed her chest further forward. Jennifer could only lean so far back and so she was forced to endure the perverse treatment.
"I am sure you can imagine how delighted I was to finally be given the green light on this." Vixen said as she turned her attention onto Jennifer's clothing. It needed to be removed as well if she was really going to have some fun. "I have been waiting for so long."
Vixen took the blade of the scalpel and ran it down the center of Jennifer's top. She did not pull the clothing out to do this, but rather she let the blade pierce into the skin. The blade was very sharp and it cut through both her clothing and her bra. Vixen finished the cut and ripped the clothing open. Jennifer's perfect breasts were exposed and an angry red line ran down from her collar bone to her navel. The cut had not been deep, but it had been very painful. Now Jennifer's eyes were filled with tears and she wept softly.
Vixen's next target was the scrub pants. Instead of going down the middle this time, she ran the blade across each thigh and shin. Using this technique, she was able to get the front of the pants removed without having to worry about the backs. The blue panties that Jennifer had been wearing had been cut as well and Vixen peeled these back and stared intently at what they used to cover. She licked her lips and then drove her tongue into Jennifer.
"Mmm, so sweet." Vixen said as she pulled her head pack. "I will have to do my best to describe what you taste like to Wraith. He will want to know."
Jennifer's head dropped in shame and she squeezed her legs together as best she could. She was so embarrassed. This was so much worse than if she had simply been killed. It seemed as if she was going to suffer total humiliation before the deed was finally done. Vixen straddled her and ran her tongue from her right nipple up her throat and onto her face. She licked away the tears that were running down Jennifer's cheeks.
"What is the matter, honey?" Vixen asked. "Aren't you having any fun?"
She raised the blade to Jennifer's face and inserted the scalpel into her cheek. She ran the blade through her skin in a swirling motion. She giggled and then moved the blade down to the nipple she had just licked.
"It is a pity I am going to have to ruin these." Vixen said, laughing.