The Game

Food or in the way

Huh

What a mobster mentality, one he could see eye to eye with… not that he could tell her that.

"So, tell me miss Rantin" he said after taking a few seconds to let that information sink in "you are a confirmed cannibal, correct?" he asked returning his gaze to her file once more as if this where a normal discussion to have.

"Yes, I have eaten my fair share" she said giving a nod, followed by a small chuckle as if they were taking about a high score or something else considered normal "although… I have never eaten a clown… do you know why?" she was smirking at him

"Because they taste funny" he answered causing them both to release a small laugh. If another person where to look in on them they might think they were two old friends having a small chat over lunch or possible even a relaxed couple. He would ask her a question and she would answer with a grin and a question of her own which he would answer in the same manner, but the reality was very different…

It was all a game; Cane knew it and so did Jasmin Rantin.

From the moment the sack had come off they had began playing this childish yet lethal game, as they talked, they were also each sizing each other up and deciding on whether the other was a real threat to themselves and search for possible weaknesses, while covering their own

While they talked Cane would notice that she favoured her left side, only for her to begin using her right predominantly and Jasmin would surmise that he was nervous through how he would often tap his knee while looking at her file only for him to suddenly change mannerisms and force her to question her previous thought process

It was a game of cat and mouse except neither knew who the cat or the mouse, the prey or the hunter was

The game didn't end until the loudspeaker blared over the building indicating the end of their session and when it did all pretence ended, they both simply stared at each other with grins on their faces until a sack was torn over jasmines' head so she could be escorted back to her cell

Once the supervillain and her twenty or so heavily armed guards left the building and only then did Cane release the joyous smile he had been holding in, he had been worried that his new patient would be boring or that much like the other they would simply break down at the loss of their ability's but instead… Jasmin Rantin THE Wendigo had walked (wheeled) through his doors

It might sound strange, but Cane had missed the Crime family lifestyle, as a child he had needed to watch his back for enemies and his food for poison but after he had either killed off his competitors or they had died from separate courses that had stopped and it was so… boring

Sure, for the first few years it was nice to relax but by now he missed dodging the constant snipers and bomb threats that had become part of his everyday life… not that he had a death wish or anything, his life was just… uneventful

But now… now he had entered a game that had a completely uncertain ending, it could end in his or her death or both or even neither and that was how he wanted it

Rising from his chair he fished his small phone from his pocket and began to call Damian, he dialled in the number and unlike last time he was immediately answered with the usual scratchy voice of his informant

"Cane ol'buddy what are you calling little old me for?!"

"I need another file" he couldn't help but smirk knowingly he imagined his "friends" reaction to the news of his new client

"Oh, and what monster have you come across his time?" he responded enthusiastically "Is it the crawler of Wallstreet? No no let me guess… Cthulhu himself!" he could hear a chuckle as Damian laughed at his own joke, Cleary amused

"Jasmin Rantin AKA Wendigo" he answered smugly

The line went completely dead, he couldn't even hear his breathing as if just the name had made him faint before…

"THE FUCKING WENDIGO!!?" like last time he had to hold the phone away from his ear, although this time the shout was markedly louder and more terrified "The babe who sit at rank three of the most brutal and grotesque killers of the decade! THAT JASMIN RANTIN?!"

"Sigh just send the file" he held the bridge of his nose as he made his way towards his car

[??? Pov]

What a good-looking therapist, much better than the last one. The previous ones had all been either elderly or straight up boring looking. They had just sat their terrified and the face they made in their sessions was barely any different from the face they made when she gutted them.

This one however…

She hadn't gotten his name, something she needed to do next time, but He had taken off the hood and HE had played the game! Nobody wanted to play cat and mouse these days, to afraid of a slow and horrific death, the cowards. But now the hunt had started, and nobody knew when or how it would conclude

HE was now bound to her till death!

And he looked… delicious