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Asami raced through the darkness, her inky black hair flowing behind her. She twisted a gloved hand, and her mahogany motorcycle shot forward. Icy wind bit at her face from the sudden acceleration. She savored the sharp chill. She was almost there. Almost.
She twisted her hand again, and a roar echoed through the empty city streets. She flew past lifeless shops and dimly-lit sidewalk corners, the world blurring around her. Her high-heeled boots scrambled for purchase on the polished sides of her motorcycle. Korra would kill her for being so obvious, but she couldn’t find it in herself to care. Not with the adrenaline coursing through her veins. It flooded her senses, both too much and not enough at the same time. She needed more. She would get more. It had been far too long since her last… outing.
This was heaven. It had to be. As close as Asami would ever get to it, anyway. She scoffed at the idea of any half-decent god letting her into any half-decent heaven. On the stupidity scale, letting her into the pearly gates ranked somewhere between jamming an entire silverware collection into an outlet and playing beer pong with cups of laundry detergent. After all, her “good person” track record was, for lack of a better descriptor, absolutely fucking terrible.
Asami laughed to herself and sped on in the moonlight.
******
“Please! I have a family! A wife and kids! I can’t—”
The man’s pleading sobs were cut off by a loud crack. The back of Asami’s gloved hand had struck him across the face. He crumpled to the alleyway floor, spitting blood. Asami tried not to look too disappointed by the lack of teeth flying from his mouth.
“The sympathy strategy isn’t working. All I’m getting from this is that you have far too much to say.” She raised the knife she was holding, shooting a pointed look at the man. “Quiet down before I cut your tongue out.”
“No! I don’t know what I’ve done, but I’ll make it —”
With a sickening crunch, the tip of Asami's leather boot drove into the bridge of the man’s nose. He let out a strangled sob, and a small smile tugged at her crimson lips.
“You haven’t done anything,” she murmured. “Nothing at all.” Her tone was soft and soothing, almost like a lover’s croon. It was a stark contrast to the bloody scenarios running through her head.
“I’ll do whatever you want! I can give you money! I swear on my life!” the man cried, his body trembling violently.
“I told you to quiet down,” Asami sighed. Her voice gained a dangerous edge. “Stop embarrassing yourself. Get up.”
A moment passed, and the man still remained limp on the floor. Asami gripped his thin, graying hair and tugged him upward. He shrieked and cursed with abandon as he was dragged into a standing position.
“I would tell you to hold still,” Asami lilted, “but I do enjoy a struggle from time to time.” She sheathed the knife she was previously holding and filed through the various weapons clipped to her belt, leveling an appraising look at each one of them.
Eventually, she settled on a delicate switchblade with a serrated edge. She ran her thumb over the letters engraved on its hilt. Initials were a little overdone, but Asami would’ve loved this knife if Korra had carved wobbly stick figures into it.
Asami brought the knife to the man’s throat, her movements slow and deliberate. She drank in his shrieks and pleas. The blade rested against his jugular, not quite drawing blood.
“Actually, I changed my mind. You should probably stay still. I hate it when my lines get all crooked.”
“No! Please no! Please —”
The blade broke skin, and the sharp scent of metal filled the air. The man’s shrieks turned into desperate gurgles. Slowly but surely, Asami dragged the knife in a ruler-straight line across his throat. A slight haze settled over her, quickening her breathing and reddening her cheeks. She needed more.
Asami withdrew the knife from the man’s neck, looking for another place to strike. She plunged the blade into his chest this time, then withdrew it once more. It still wasn't enough. She still needed more.
Again and again, Asami drove the knife into the man’s limp body. Again and again, she removed it from his quickly cooling flesh. The haze of red quickly turned into an oppressive fog, blurring the outside world. The only thing she knew was this tiny alleyway. Its red-stained walls and floors echoed in her mind.
After what could’ve been a second or a lifetime, Asami let the mangled body fall to the floor. She dropped to her knees, spotting her reflection in a pool of red. She gazed at her flushed, blood-flecked face and wide pupils. A deep sense of satisfaction bloomed within her. Finally, this was enough. She stayed kneeling in the alleyway, intent on memorizing every tiny detail of the scene. She lost herself in it contentedly, letting time pass.
“Asami!” A familiar voice jolted her out of her trance.
“Korra! I – um – hello.” Asami winced internally as she spotted angry blue eyes.
“Do you know how long I've been looking for you? You should’ve told me where you were going! I've searched every fucking alleyway in this goddamn city!” Korra paused to take a breath, then continued with her rant. “Explaining to random alleyway people why I'm searching their alleyways like an overly excited cop isn’t fun! I can't exactly tell them that I'm searching for my murderous girlfriend who disappeared hours ago and is probably happily murdering someone to death but could also be in horrible danger or arrested or dead, now can I?”
“Sorry,” Asami said weakly. The angry fear in Korra’s eyes sparked a very prominent tendril of guilt in her chest. In retrospect, this was a stupid plan. A very messy, not thought out, stupid plan.
“I'd hope so,” Korra gritted out. She glared at Asami for a few more seconds. Finally, her relief overtook her anger. She let out a deep sigh. “I was worried.”
“I’m sorry that I made you worry,” said Asami. She rose from the ground, making her way to her girlfriend. “I'll let you know that I'm leaving next time.”
Korra’s eyes softened, and she pulled Asami into a hug. Asami buried her bloodied face in Korra’s neck, breathing in her scent. Minutes later, the couple pulled away from each other.
“I missed you,” Asami murmured.
“I definitely missed you more,” Korra responded. As Asami opened her mouth to argue, Korra pulled her into a kiss, effectively silencing her.
Korra’s hands carded through Asami’s dark hair, roughly pulling the strands and eliciting a muffled moan. As the kiss grew more heated, Asami found herself backed into the alleyway wall, her wrists held in place by Korra.
Korra released Asami’s wrists, moving her hands to Asami’s hips instead. As her hands wandered down her body, Asami suddenly pulled away.
“We are not fucking in an alleyway.”
“You just murdered a guy in an alleyway!” Korra said incredulously.
“And said guy’s mangled corpse is literally three feet away from us.” Asami retorted.
Korra let out yet another sigh.
“Public indecency is rather rude, you know,” Asami chided. A smile played across her lips. “It’s also a crime. What would good, law-abiding passerby think?”
Korra gazed at her girlfriend like a kicked puppy. “That we’re just two good friends having a bonding moment?”
Asami smiled then leaned in close, her breath ghosting over Korra’s ear. “How about we pick this up at home?” she murmured.
“I am so making you pay,” Korra grumbled.
“I look forward to it,” Asami replied. “Help me with the body?”
“Always.”