✯ butcher house

@a anzhelika "Ooh we have company! It's nice to have company, isn't it... pet?" Allison said to the still screaming man as she looked up at the drop dead gorgeous Russian woman who had just entered. "Hello gorgeous, you're here for a cut? Or would you like an organ or two?" Allison asked with a smile as she gazed at the woman, plunging her scalpel into the man's chest where his heart was without even looking and slicing him open with accuracy and precision. Allison always kept her scalpels extra sharp, so they would cut through skin like a sharp steak knife slicing through a fine cut of filet mignon. "I can give you a free sample if you'd like. Especially since this one is so fresh. His name is..." Allison reached for his file. "Doug. I'll give you a fresh Doug cut of your choosing and throw in a free organ. You gotta pay me if you want more. Especially since he's a thick one." Allison said with a smile as she threw his file back onto the countertop and yanked the scalpel out of his chest, causing him to scream like a banshee. "I'm feeling quite adventurous today so I might even saw his skull open, and scoop out his brain." Allison said as she reached into his open chest and cut a few valves and arteries so she could get his heart out of him. It only took her a few seconds but she got it and held up his heart that was still beating for a few minutes before stopping. The man lay lifeless on the operating table with his open chest. Allison put his heart into a cold metal vat. "Just let me know what cut of Doug you'd like. He's quite fat so if you're really hungry I'd recommend a thigh." Allison said as she got a black marker and started putting dotted lines on his skin to outline the proper cutlet of flesh that she would cut off to distribute to cannibals.

@q kun another day on the job, nothing too different or unorthodox. this time she was availing out with kun who would be accompanying her today. veraciously, she rather had someone by her side as the job could be quite insipid. not to mention, she still abhorred being alone with bodies that was once living. this time lisa had arranged everything needed. the person on the table who was knocked out insensate due to a drug she was handed by someone she could trust. drugs was one of her specialty as the female herself was such a junkie. the familiar voice echoed the butcher house as her orbs averted to where the voice emanated from afore going back to the body on the metal bed. her hand gracefully caressing the strangers cheek. "i picked them out myself. don't they look pretty?" lisa smiled softly at her cull as if it was an rare specie. "dinner sounds great. let's get chinese after this."

@m lalisa They harvest human organs illegally, they also offer services such transplants, or so started since Kun himself got a fancy degree prefixed to his name and had quite the name in the local field of medical practice. They have a client waiting on for a heart transplant —a client Lisa had secured. he trusts her judgement and handling with sensitive information. She was already down in the in their basement. The chamber was used to be a storage room for organs. it's design not mentioned in the official blueprint which was why kun chose it precisely. "Did you picked out the host or they had arranged it themselves?" Kun eyed the human unconscious on the metal bed. He wondered whether the person was drugged or under anesthesia —lisa knew her way around with a lot of things and usually helped him in his unofficial surgeries. "Had dinner yet? How about going out once we're done with this?"

@h allison One. Two. Three. Three targets. All eliminated. Perfect. Anzhelika wiped her face from the small blood splatter that hit her in the cheek before she grinned maniacally to herself. Oh the sweet scent of freshly spilled blood made her croon with delight. The game of cat and mouse was her favourite. She was equipped and knowledgeable enough to make a quick dispatch of her targets, but what fun would that be? So instead she allowed herself the assuagement to watch them run. To watch them hide. To watch them fight back. Bullets flew through the air and the augmented woman quickly dodged every single one of them. The KGB had saw to Anzhelika's personal training. While the CIA boasted the best agents in the world, the KGB silently boasted the most deadly. Anzhelika was the KGB's wet dream... and perfect nightmare. She was more than adept to carry out S-ranked missions and much more deadly than her codename suggested. She was certainly more than capable of handling herself in dangerous situations and she was able to carry out missions with high failure status' without fail. Her kill count outranked more than 99% of eligible agents, boasting a perfect 100% success rate (no matter if she was playing with her food or not) and a record breaking 1500 plus kills. Anzhelika was a one woman army who was stronger, faster, smarter than any platoon. It was no wonder Corvus had gone after her hard for so long.

The former leader was adamant on having her. But she sat upon the Anderson throne, her own organization under her fingertips. For years she dodged them. For years she slipped through their fingers like fluid water. The Black Widow was not known for pledging her loyalty to any one group. For years she allowed herself the amusement to be sought after. After all, who would not want such a beauty under their regime? So when the time was right she seceded to the Corvus group. Allowed them to rope her in and she let them give her her own throne. When the Head of Corvus was thrown in jail for a petty reason she would be the one leading the gang. Her own dark intentions shadowed that and she accepted the position gracefully.

Now the Black Widow found herself sitting pretty in a regime that she could possibly take over.

With the gig under her belt and her kill count soaring thanks to it, she deserved a treat. Something... bloody. Lactrodectus was her favourite group aside from Corvus -- those beautiful creatures always kept her well fed and she had no problem paying top dollar for the freshest cuts around. So when she approached the butcher shop what a sight to see when passing one of the street facing windows was a live show. She smirked, ear to ear, as she watched the platinum blonde woman butchering a pathetic soul. The screams of terror and pain sang blissfully through the air and took her back to when she was a young one. Oh the nostalgia. Blood red liquid stained the man and Anzhelika was more than grateful to witness such a sight. Her teeth buried themselves into her lower lip and she couldn't help herself as she pushed through the door, finally revealing her presence. Though she knew the other would easily know she was watching, the Russian Mistress could not help getting in on the act. "Yes... scream louder to put on a show," she crooned, her heavy Russian accent making a grand entrance.

@a anzhelika () Kinda graphic orz

This guy would not shut the up. Allison had her glasses on... and anyone who was anyone in Latrodectus knew that when Allison had her glasses on she meant business. Her "patient" was strapped down to the operating table... her patient in question was 26, male, of healthy build and would not stop ing talking to Allison... it was distracting to her... and she hated being distracted. Normally she would like to chat with her patients but today she just wasn't in the mood, especially when her patient was being kind of a rude . "You'll burn in Hell for this ! You're gonna-" Allison completely tuned him out. She just stared at him with absolutely no expression on her face. She then felt as if she was being watched through the window by someone but she didn't care. Why not put on a show? Allison sighed before she took the guy's face in her hand and squeezed his cheeks. "I really hope you don't talk the Devil's ear off when you get to Hell. Now be a good boy and shut the up. You don't want me to mess up do you?" She asked. " you!" The guy screamed. Allison grinned. Her coworkers knew that if she grinned while her patients were still alive then they really ed up. "Such a potty mouth... you've earned a treat for being such a bad boy." Allison went to the countertop behind her and grinned maniacally as she pulled out one of her "special tools" that she called her "treats". She pulled out a meat cleaver and chopped his right hand off in one sickeningly loud hack. He screamed bloody murder. "Ooh was that your hand you used on your lonely Friday nights? Sorry about that... Now be a good boy and shut up while I entertain our guest." Allison said as she put the cleaver away and pulled out her scalpel, about to cut into the guy's abdomen so she could get his liver. She also planned to get his heart next and if she felt especially adventurous she would get her trusty saw and get that brain of his out of his skull.