Post by angel on May 28, 2010 1:24:29 GMT -5
He slowly walked up the stairs of the dingy building. The lights on the roof of the hallway were blinking on and off, there were moldy patches on the walls all over and he was pretty sure at the far end there was a boozer at the end of the hall, probably only one or two bottles away from alcoholic poisoning. This was the best they could give him?! He had half a mind to just call the whole thing off and just move back home and away from this urine soaked hellhole.
He gently inserted the key into the doorknob of his hotel room, turned it with a click and open the door. It was pitch black, just as he had left it as he sighed contently. He closed the door and turned on the light. Abruptly, his relaxation was disrupted. For inside his apartment was something he did not left it as is. In fact, it shouldn't be there at all! There was five towels placed next to each other length wise, with another five right above the first row. He carefully walked up to it, and gently tapped the towel with the end of his foot. It felt like a normal towel, but there was a sound of plastic under it. The man raised an eyebrow, "Heh. The stupid bitch maid must be trying to fix a mistake she did in my room. I'll be sure to make a nuisance of it and get it taken off my bill in the morning." He turned around so he could take off his cloak, yet came face to face with the end of a gun barrel. "Nighty Night."
A while of green energy swirled from the gun, enveloped the man in a slow swirl. He was so hypnotized from the twirling that he fell asleep right where he stood and fell backwards onto the towels. The footsteps of the intruder came up to the man's torso. They stopped as the legs attached to the feet bent at the knee. "Normally, I'd have you awake and revel in the sounds of your screams. But there's people living just next door, and it wouldn't do to wake them up and call the nice men in blue." The sound of metal against leather was heard, and as slow as possible, a sharp edge was run against the man neck, starting a pool of blood that was already being seeped up by the towels. The blade hit the carotid artery and gave a spurt that hit his face. He gave a smirk, "It's still warm... Well aren't I the lucky one."
Angel leaned his face down and wiped his face against the towel to make sure to get all the blood off his face. He then stood up and moved to one end of the line of towels and placed his hands under them. He then pulled it and apparently what was a thick plastic sheet right under the towels. He moved along the row and laid the end just on the other side the the man's now dead body. He then moved to the other end and brought the other end of the towel row on the other side of the dead man, making what seemed to be like a corpse burrito. Angel then walked over to the next room which used to be the man's bedroom. In it he had left and then retrieved what appeared to be a large black body bag. He was about to leave the room when he looked on the nearby counter. There was a wallet and inside it, there was about three hundred gil. Angel took it out and put it in his pocket. "Towel's and plastic just do not come cheap these days."
He dropped the large bag right next to the his wrapped creation. He unzipped the long zipper that was almost seven feet in length, witch covered the length of the entire bag. He then carefully moved over and lifted the upper part of the body and into the bag, then he moved to the other side and shoved the lower end into the bag. He zipped it back up, and then lifted the whole thing into both his arms. He exited the hotel room, locking the door behind him as he closed it. He smirked as he moved down the stairs, "It'll take weeks to find the room's empty, months to figure out he's missing and at least a year to figure out he's dead. Heh heh heh... I can just see the surprised look on their faces now..."
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The meat cleaver was raised high and brought down on the flesh, spewing it's red juices all over the place. He could hear the sound of the blade literally tearing through the meat, making a perfectly delicious sound before the loud thunk of the metal hitting the hard surface of the opposite side. He then put the cleaver down and using his rubber gloved hands, reached for the piece he had cut off. He started to pull, but realized the blade didn't get it all the way. It must have been the underlying layer of fat. Yet he only had to pull a little hard for the meat to be ripped away from where it once had been. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. He tensed up. He wiped his glove covered hands on a nearby towel and walked over the the door. He opened it cautiously, feeling his tension dissipate. "Oh, it's just you Angel."
He opened the door wide as Angel walked in with his large bag. "I hope I didn't disturb you with anything... important Joe." Joe seemed like a simple man. He was a buff man, had an army hair cut, and a simple short goatee on his chin. He was wearing a huge black apron that was covered in blood as well as his elbow length rubber gloves. "Nothing major, I was just cutting myself up some dinner for tonight. Hang on, I'll be right back." He walked back to where he worked and pulled out some brown paper and used it to wrap the flesh he had specially cut away. He then placed it in a plastic bag and left it on a nearby table. He trudged back to Angel, "Being a butcher does have it's advantages, if being able to cut your own Grade A sirloin steaks wasn't one of them, I'd close my shop. Though I suppose you have a very different kind of meat to deliver to me. You're lucky, I was about to clean up and leave."
A normal person might've rolled his eyes at this, but Angel remained indifferent. "I don't suppose you have time for a late night drop off?" Joe gave a smirk, "For you kid? Anytime, just follow me to the back." Joe then turned around and began to lead Angel away from the door and his workstation to another door, which lead outside. Parked right by the door was a black SUV. The burly man grudgingly opened up the trunk door, to which Angel tossed the bag right inside as the door closed right back up again. Angel looked downward with almost a twinge of sadness, "I didn't get to hear him scream Joe... I wanted to hear his bloodcurdling cry for mercy from above as I ripped all life from him. The way the eyes shrink to almost pinpoint holes. I would've settled for shouts of pain as I slowly sliced off his fingers one by one, but no, I had to make everything quiet just so those so called "Keepers of the peace" don't end my fun."
He looked up at jJoe with a sickening half smile that just seemed to scream from the bowels of dementia, "Doesn't that just sound so unfair?"
Joe seemed to reel back at this. He had come across a lot of killers in this line of work, but nothing so descriptive came from them as much as this kid always seemed to say. "Uh... well. There's always the next one right? The world's just full of people that are just ready and ripe to be killed." At the sound of this, Angel almost seemed to lick his lips. "Heh heh... You're right... there's so much work to do in such a short lifetime as mine..." Angel walked back to the store as Joe extended out his arm, "Hey Angel! You be sure to clean up good and proper! Don't want no prison cell to stand between you and what you do best!" The sound of a car starting and driving away could be heard on the other side of the building. Joe crossed his arms as he sighed deeply, "There's no way I can ever refuse him, otherwise I would be the one in the trunk."
He gently inserted the key into the doorknob of his hotel room, turned it with a click and open the door. It was pitch black, just as he had left it as he sighed contently. He closed the door and turned on the light. Abruptly, his relaxation was disrupted. For inside his apartment was something he did not left it as is. In fact, it shouldn't be there at all! There was five towels placed next to each other length wise, with another five right above the first row. He carefully walked up to it, and gently tapped the towel with the end of his foot. It felt like a normal towel, but there was a sound of plastic under it. The man raised an eyebrow, "Heh. The stupid bitch maid must be trying to fix a mistake she did in my room. I'll be sure to make a nuisance of it and get it taken off my bill in the morning." He turned around so he could take off his cloak, yet came face to face with the end of a gun barrel. "Nighty Night."
A while of green energy swirled from the gun, enveloped the man in a slow swirl. He was so hypnotized from the twirling that he fell asleep right where he stood and fell backwards onto the towels. The footsteps of the intruder came up to the man's torso. They stopped as the legs attached to the feet bent at the knee. "Normally, I'd have you awake and revel in the sounds of your screams. But there's people living just next door, and it wouldn't do to wake them up and call the nice men in blue." The sound of metal against leather was heard, and as slow as possible, a sharp edge was run against the man neck, starting a pool of blood that was already being seeped up by the towels. The blade hit the carotid artery and gave a spurt that hit his face. He gave a smirk, "It's still warm... Well aren't I the lucky one."
Angel leaned his face down and wiped his face against the towel to make sure to get all the blood off his face. He then stood up and moved to one end of the line of towels and placed his hands under them. He then pulled it and apparently what was a thick plastic sheet right under the towels. He moved along the row and laid the end just on the other side the the man's now dead body. He then moved to the other end and brought the other end of the towel row on the other side of the dead man, making what seemed to be like a corpse burrito. Angel then walked over to the next room which used to be the man's bedroom. In it he had left and then retrieved what appeared to be a large black body bag. He was about to leave the room when he looked on the nearby counter. There was a wallet and inside it, there was about three hundred gil. Angel took it out and put it in his pocket. "Towel's and plastic just do not come cheap these days."
He dropped the large bag right next to the his wrapped creation. He unzipped the long zipper that was almost seven feet in length, witch covered the length of the entire bag. He then carefully moved over and lifted the upper part of the body and into the bag, then he moved to the other side and shoved the lower end into the bag. He zipped it back up, and then lifted the whole thing into both his arms. He exited the hotel room, locking the door behind him as he closed it. He smirked as he moved down the stairs, "It'll take weeks to find the room's empty, months to figure out he's missing and at least a year to figure out he's dead. Heh heh heh... I can just see the surprised look on their faces now..."
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The meat cleaver was raised high and brought down on the flesh, spewing it's red juices all over the place. He could hear the sound of the blade literally tearing through the meat, making a perfectly delicious sound before the loud thunk of the metal hitting the hard surface of the opposite side. He then put the cleaver down and using his rubber gloved hands, reached for the piece he had cut off. He started to pull, but realized the blade didn't get it all the way. It must have been the underlying layer of fat. Yet he only had to pull a little hard for the meat to be ripped away from where it once had been. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. He tensed up. He wiped his glove covered hands on a nearby towel and walked over the the door. He opened it cautiously, feeling his tension dissipate. "Oh, it's just you Angel."
He opened the door wide as Angel walked in with his large bag. "I hope I didn't disturb you with anything... important Joe." Joe seemed like a simple man. He was a buff man, had an army hair cut, and a simple short goatee on his chin. He was wearing a huge black apron that was covered in blood as well as his elbow length rubber gloves. "Nothing major, I was just cutting myself up some dinner for tonight. Hang on, I'll be right back." He walked back to where he worked and pulled out some brown paper and used it to wrap the flesh he had specially cut away. He then placed it in a plastic bag and left it on a nearby table. He trudged back to Angel, "Being a butcher does have it's advantages, if being able to cut your own Grade A sirloin steaks wasn't one of them, I'd close my shop. Though I suppose you have a very different kind of meat to deliver to me. You're lucky, I was about to clean up and leave."
A normal person might've rolled his eyes at this, but Angel remained indifferent. "I don't suppose you have time for a late night drop off?" Joe gave a smirk, "For you kid? Anytime, just follow me to the back." Joe then turned around and began to lead Angel away from the door and his workstation to another door, which lead outside. Parked right by the door was a black SUV. The burly man grudgingly opened up the trunk door, to which Angel tossed the bag right inside as the door closed right back up again. Angel looked downward with almost a twinge of sadness, "I didn't get to hear him scream Joe... I wanted to hear his bloodcurdling cry for mercy from above as I ripped all life from him. The way the eyes shrink to almost pinpoint holes. I would've settled for shouts of pain as I slowly sliced off his fingers one by one, but no, I had to make everything quiet just so those so called "Keepers of the peace" don't end my fun."
He looked up at jJoe with a sickening half smile that just seemed to scream from the bowels of dementia, "Doesn't that just sound so unfair?"
Joe seemed to reel back at this. He had come across a lot of killers in this line of work, but nothing so descriptive came from them as much as this kid always seemed to say. "Uh... well. There's always the next one right? The world's just full of people that are just ready and ripe to be killed." At the sound of this, Angel almost seemed to lick his lips. "Heh heh... You're right... there's so much work to do in such a short lifetime as mine..." Angel walked back to the store as Joe extended out his arm, "Hey Angel! You be sure to clean up good and proper! Don't want no prison cell to stand between you and what you do best!" The sound of a car starting and driving away could be heard on the other side of the building. Joe crossed his arms as he sighed deeply, "There's no way I can ever refuse him, otherwise I would be the one in the trunk."
! Dammit Nyx! Well him, and Crowe. I adore the hell out of her. Too bad they...nah I wont' say
