They had been sitting together in the common room for hours now and it was the first time she had spoken, she had let the two guys do the talking while she nursed her glass of wine. John looked at her intensely and she averted her gaze, he was British, tall, and was working at the hostel for some time while he backpacked through Europe.
-Why would you want to kill someone, Chiara?
The Italian girl turned red, she was short and thin, and her long black her brushed her back past her elbows. It was the first time she travelled alone, and Omar, her roommate had forced her to socialize with his broken English with thick Spanish accent.
-It's just an hypothetical situation.
-Hmmm, hypothetically,... let me think about it, what do you say Omar?- the Brit said.
-I heard that if you have to get a RM and you have metal inside the metal makes a hole in your body.
-You mean a magnetic resonance?- the other guy intervened.
-Yes. Also, that vaccines with air can kill you.- Omar put his hands in the air as he didn't really know how to explain that.
-Intravenous injections? Yes, if there are bubbles they travel through your bloodstream and they can indeed kill you. I was thinking about skining, though. It has to be a terrible way to die, imagine being peeled like an orange.
The guys continued talking, engrossed on the topic, while they drank beer. The bottles piled up on the table before any of them realized how drunk they really were or how Chiara hadn't said another word.
-Guys, we should go to sleep.- she said, finally, taking the empty bottles.
-Yes, we should go.- reckoned John.
Omar stumbled towards their room while Chiara opened the door for him. It was only the two of them in the room so they didn't have to worry about waking someone up. Omar fell on his bed, completely wasted.
-Tomorrow I'll have headache.- he complained.
Chiara opened her bag and gave him a couple of pills.
-This will help you.
Omar swallowed them without even asking what they were and went to sleep still completely dressed. Chiara waited for half an hour to make sure the sleeping pill she had given him had worked and proceeded with the rest of her plan. The other pill Omar had taken was actually full of acid-resistent micro-neddles that would perforate throught the tissue. Chiara had wanted to use that one for a long time, but she then realized that there wasn't time for that. She opened her bag again and took out a syringe, an embolism would work too. She injected the Spaniard with air through several veins and threw the syringe away through the toilet.
John opened his door after he heard the soft knocking, he was wearing only his underpants as he was preparing to go to sleep. Chiara was on the other side, her eyes to the floor. John thought that she looked distressed.
-Is there anything wrong, Chiara?
-Can I come in?
John was surprised by the request, but she might need something important. He was not prepared for what happened afterwards. Chiara jumped on him and kissed him. Her lips had a strange taste, of lip-balm. Taking profit of his surprise her hands crawled down through his body. He stopped her.
-Are you sure?- John liked her, but he had never imagined Chiara taking such liberties.
-Yes.
John went to raise his hand to caress her hair only to find he couldn't move it. Nor any other part of his body. He looked at Chiara as she wiped her lips clean.
-You have questions.-she said.-And you will have answers, we will spend a long time together tonight.
After those words she produced a knife from the pocket of her pants. John would have screamed if he had been able to move. Chiara sat next to him and did a first incision on his stomach, after that, delicately she proceeded to skin him while exposing her plans to his horrified ears. John died before she had finished with her task, but she continued anyway, she didn't like to leave her job unfinished. When she was done she headed to her room, took a small bag, and disappeared.
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