Link moved through St. Mary's Hospital with every bit as much ease as Vixen had. He did not bother trying to go in disguise though. He was wearing a long sleeve t-shirt and jeans. He did not have on one of Wraith's wigs or any of his makeup. He also did not care about any of the cameras as he moved down the hallways. He was not on a mission of stealth. He was on a mission of self preservation. Wraith was an idiot and he was damned if he was going to let his obsession with James ruin everything.
He did not move with the urgency that he felt because he did not want to raise too much alarm. Not yet anyway. He did manage to keep a consistently quick pace, though, so anybody who was in his way stepped out of it as he approached. He was obviously a man on a mission and since this was a hospital that usually was not a good thing. They figured he was headed to either receive bad news, or he had already been given such news.
Little did they know that he was here in the hopes of delivering some bad news himself. He smiled at the thought of how Wraith would react to this little game he was playing. The best part was that there really was nothing the psychopath could do about it. This was one case in which it really was impossible to shoot the messenger. If Wraith could have done anything to eradicate Link and therefore essentially cause his death, he would have done so a long time ago. The opposite was true as well. Link wished that he could have ended his relationship with Wraith without having to be the one to go, but it simply couldn't be done.
He thought about the irony of what he was about to do as he moved to the wing that Jennifer worked in. He had always wished that he had been in James' head instead of Wraith's and now he was about to act in James' favor once again. It seemed as if he was always doing something to keep James covered and as a result, Wraith got shafted each and every time. It was only recently that Wraith even knew about it. Link wished that he could rewind the clocks and not let Wraith know about James. None of this would have been necessary.
It really was a shame that he was here on this specific purpose. Wraith did not know it, but he had experienced Vixen a few times himself. She was fantastic in bed. He would hit her and cut her as if he was the man that she loved, so she had never realized the difference. He was going to miss that. But then, there was always Jennifer. Who knew, if she was still alive maybe there would be more opportunities to have fun with her. James did not know it, but Link had taken her to bed from time to time as well.
Both women were exquisite in their own right. Vixen was exotic and dangerous. She was into the kinkiest of things and sex with her was an adventure to say the least. Jennifer was the ultimate definition of what it meant to make love. The passion that she conveyed with her lips and searching hands was the stuff of dreams. Both of them had let him bed them down whenever he pleased because they both genuinely believed that he was the man they loved. Wraith did not realize how much he had taught Link about the art of convincing acting. It also helped that his face was identical to the men he impersonated.
Link walked up to the nurse's station in Jennifer's wing and asked where she was. Normally, this was not exactly the sort of thing that would be readily handed out to somebody, but all the nurses were familiar with James, so they told him where she had gone. The head nurse was on break anyway so a little slip in protocol could be allowed. He smiled graciously at them and said thank you before continuing on his way. There was no need to do anything that might make them regret telling him that Jennifer had gone to replace the bandages on Mr. Barnes in room 625.
Link realized that he was holding his breath as he approached the room. The door was closed, but that did not necessarily mean anything. A lot of the doors were closed. He let out his breath and tried the knob. It was locked from the inside. He did not even know that hospital doors had locks. It seemed like a stupid idea. What if somebody was in real trouble on the other side and needed medical care? He wondered if anybody had died while hospital staff waited for a locksmith.
One thing was certain. In this case, somebody really could be dying on the other side of the door and he was not about to go ask for help. That would take too much time. He looked at the door. It was solid. There was no way that he could hurt it. The frame was metal, but the weak point had to be at the handle. If anything would give that would be it. He took a step back and then kicked as hard as he could. This drew the attention of everybody in the hallway, but the door did not budge. Following the adage of try, try again, Link delivered another hard blow with his foot. This time something snapped and the door flew inward.
When he looked inside, he saw a naked Vixen pointing a scalpel in his direction. Obviously the first kick had been enough to let her know that she was about to have company. Unlike most women, she did not care that she was thoroughly exposed, and so had made no attempt to cover her more intimate parts. Jennifer was taped down to a chair that had been tipped onto its back. She had been stripped as well. If not for the seriousness of the occasion, Link might have thought about closing the door and inviting himself to be the meat in between these two slices of bread.
The position that Vixen was in only added to the erotic nature of the situation. While she was pointing the blade in his direction, she had not gotten up from where she straddled Jennifer's face. It seemed as if she had been smothering the other woman with her vagina while she carved designs on her stomach. Link fought down the erection in his pants at the sight of the blood that Jennifer was covered with. She was still trying feebly to struggle, so she was alive, but inaction on his part would not keep her that way.
"Wraith?" Vixen asked uncertainly as recognition dawned on her. "What are you doing here? You said that I could do this. You promised."
"Sorry, but you have the wrong guy." He said, stepping up and kicking the blade out of her confused hand. Link then lifted her by the throat and hurled her across the room. Jennifer's eyes went wide once she was no longer blinded by Vixen's nether region and could see what was happening. She was not able to say anything due to the gag, but Link could tell that she was both relieved and embarrassed all at the same time.
Vixen scrambled to her feet as a crowd began to form at the doorway to see what the commotion was all about. Link did not let her gather her wits before he was on her. He grabbed her left breast with his right hand and squeezed as hard as he could, relishing the look of absolute pain register on her face. Her eyes watered and he found a little more strength to squeeze even harder as he pulled her over to the window.
Vixen began to struggle in earnest now, but she was no match for Link. He was far stronger than her, and he was used to violence. Usually this was from sitting in the backseat and watching Wraith go to work. He had learned plenty from that man and he was willing to use all of it on Vixen. Link used his left hand to drive her face through the window. The glass made a loud sound as it shattered, but Vixen did not cry out at all.
She knew this was going to be the end and she looked forward to it. She was ready. She had been near climax with Jennifer, and she felt herself coming with absolute pleasure as her man pushed her neck down on a jagged piece of glass that had remained upright. There was some pressure and then both pain and joy as the glass sliced through her neck. Vixen never once cried out, but her body shook with the climax and her juices ran down her bare thighs. She gurgled softly and a single tear ran down her cheek. It was a violent end to a violent life. She was finally at peace.
Link released her when he was sure that she was dead and turned to look at the horrified faces in the doorway. These people were used to death. They saw it every day. What they did not see every day, however, was death through horrific violence. Nor were they used to seeing the kind of treatment that Jennifer had been subject to. Link grabbed a blanket off the patient's bed and covered Jennifer's exposed body. From the looks of things, Mr. Barnes was not going to need it anymore.
He removed the gag from her mouth and looked down at her with his best loving expression. He really wanted to sell this. To him she was nothing more than a good screw. To James, she was the love of his life. She needed to see James when she looked at him. He could tell by her eyes that she did.
"James…" She managed to croak out.
"Shh." Link said reassuringly. "Don't talk right now baby. Everything is going to be all right. You are in a hospital after all. They are going to take care of you."
With that, he stood up and looked back at Vixen's body. It was such a shame. She really had been beautiful. And a demon in the sack. Of course, she had always wanted to die, so all he had really done was grant her wish. Wraith had been dragging his heels on the subject for too long. Link did not think Wraith would ever admit it, but deep down he had loved her too much to kill her. Link just loved having sex with her and he was going to miss it.
"Somebody get her some help!" He demanded as he pointed at Jennifer. "For god's sake isn't this a hospital?"
His words finally moved them to action and he strode out of the room declaring that he was going to call the police. He did not call anybody. He left the hospital as fast as he could. The last thing that Link wanted was to be around when Detective Sweeny showed up. The man was a damned bloodhound. Always scratching his face and asking all the right questions. One sentence escaped his lips when he was too far away to be caught.
"Take that Wraith."