Kill Fest

Sitting up in the bed, Aurora replied, "Yeah it must be the maid, you know how they are, always making your bed."

"I knew you were in bed, I know you so well. I wish I was there beside you," the pretty red head whispered as a hand struck the door yet again.

"I think I better get this, I love you and talk to you soon," Aurora said cutting the connection with Kimba hasty as her heart pound within her chest. Slipping into her jeans, Aurora called out through the wooden obstruction. "Who is it?" she belted out before slipping a blue tee shirt over her head.

"Housekeeping," a female voice called back.

"Yeah sorry, can you like come back another time?"

"Housekeeping," the voice said yet again just as Stryker stepped from the bathroom dressed in only a bath towel.

"You know, maybe I will take you up on that round two if you're still up to it," he said in a playful tone.

"Put your pants on…..like now," Aurora said reaching for her gun holder.

"Why?"

"Just do it damn it!" she said pulling the weapon from its holder.

"Ok…..ok," he replied as the voice on the other end spoke once more the same two words.

"Housekeeping."

Aurora slowly went to the door and peeked through the little spyhole. There in her point of view was a young woman dressed in a pink maid's uniform. "Yeah I said come back later……ok," Aurora said through the door as she held her gaze on the woman's face. Taking note of the girl's eyes which were drifting toward the left though her face held a gaze straight ahead as though looking at someone elsewhere.

"Oh fuck, Stryker incoming!" she cried out as Aurora spun away from the entryway before it was blasted in with formidable force. The sheer number of bullet strikes splintered the old wood like toothpicks as Aurora held her place along the side wall and Stryker dove into the bathroom as his only course of action. With guns drawn on the door, the two CIA officers waited for The Devil himself to enter with all guns blazing but to their horror as they instinctively returned fire their shots tore through the young maid who was pushed through the opening ahead of their intended target. Her young body absorbed such bullet force that she was thrust back in a twisting distortion of agonizing thrashes.

Aurora cried a mournful wail as the girl hit the floor with a look of horror upon her face. Her mouth gasping for air as the assault broke shards of bone from her ribs forcing them into the soft tissue of her lungs. Blood seeped from her lips as she attempt to speak hollow words. Then the light that once burned behind her blue eyes faded away, leaving nothing more than a glassy stare to nowhere. And then he came forth.