Post by Randolph D. Styxx on Apr 21, 2015 0:36:06 GMT
Let's Paint the Walls
April 20th, 2040
11:20 PM
Darkness had swept upon the home, clouds hanging overhead weaving a perfect veil of shadow. This particular residence, while not entirely grandeur to prove it, was inhabited by relatives of a Xingese marshal. The military wasn't necessarily the reason for why these people had been targeted, however.
No. The couple living here were guilty of their own crimes, at least in the eyes of the man standing outside the front door. Droplets began to fall from the overcast clouds, signaling the coming storm. It was almost beautiful how perfect mother nature's timing was.
The door had been secured prior to the night's arrival, so it was a simple matter for Mr. Styxx to let himself in. He shook his hair free of the light damp which had been brought from the drizzle outside and removed his white jacket. The chimera's bony fingers gently laid it across a small table ornamenting the center of the main living area, then retrieving a black marker from his back pocket.
"Shhh, shh, shh, shh, shh... Heheheheheheh." As the beast whispered to himself madly, his eyes flickered. Lightning cracked visibly through the open door behind him, and those red eyes came perfectly into view for but a moment.
Red eyes that weren't Randolph's.
"I know, I know, my penmanship is nothing spectacular," his hand moved across the front wall rapidly as he approached it, "Believe me though, it should be convincing enough."
As he finished, Randolph licked his lips and ran his fingers through his white hair. The black pen tilted between his index and middle fingers, the cap tapping the top of his head slightly. His message wasn't perfect, but it wouldn't be expected by whoever discovered it regardless.
"Ironic isn't it?"
Laughter rang out throughout the halls as he made his next move. He excitedly stumbled to the bedroom door. His weight fell upon the wooden barrier in its entirely as he rolled inside, cackling still fresh within his throat. Next came screams, but not from the sinister intruder.
The woman had awoke first, followed by her husband. They had no children to Randolph's knowledge, which, in all honesty, made this easier. As his hand swept to the male's face, his nails dug deep within flesh and blood rolled down his fingertips. Movement ceased, then followed by resistance. Tears streamed down the wife's face as she witnessed her lover being reduced to a crumpled mess in the sheets.
"Too easy, really. With no heirs left behind, who will avenge the fallen? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!" The smell of the man's blood drove the chimera over the edge. The pores on his face could be seen visibly expanding. The next death was soon at hand.
"W-Why?"
Though his second victim received no answer before Randolph's teeth gripped at her jugular, even if he had been in his right state of mind she wouldn't have received one. Swift justice. Cold. Calculated. Those who oversaw the publication of alchemic texts were less than even filth to this ravenous creature.
11:20 PM
Darkness had swept upon the home, clouds hanging overhead weaving a perfect veil of shadow. This particular residence, while not entirely grandeur to prove it, was inhabited by relatives of a Xingese marshal. The military wasn't necessarily the reason for why these people had been targeted, however.
No. The couple living here were guilty of their own crimes, at least in the eyes of the man standing outside the front door. Droplets began to fall from the overcast clouds, signaling the coming storm. It was almost beautiful how perfect mother nature's timing was.
The door had been secured prior to the night's arrival, so it was a simple matter for Mr. Styxx to let himself in. He shook his hair free of the light damp which had been brought from the drizzle outside and removed his white jacket. The chimera's bony fingers gently laid it across a small table ornamenting the center of the main living area, then retrieving a black marker from his back pocket.
"Shhh, shh, shh, shh, shh... Heheheheheheh." As the beast whispered to himself madly, his eyes flickered. Lightning cracked visibly through the open door behind him, and those red eyes came perfectly into view for but a moment.
Red eyes that weren't Randolph's.
"I know, I know, my penmanship is nothing spectacular," his hand moved across the front wall rapidly as he approached it, "Believe me though, it should be convincing enough."
As he finished, Randolph licked his lips and ran his fingers through his white hair. The black pen tilted between his index and middle fingers, the cap tapping the top of his head slightly. His message wasn't perfect, but it wouldn't be expected by whoever discovered it regardless.
"Ironic isn't it?"
Laughter rang out throughout the halls as he made his next move. He excitedly stumbled to the bedroom door. His weight fell upon the wooden barrier in its entirely as he rolled inside, cackling still fresh within his throat. Next came screams, but not from the sinister intruder.
The woman had awoke first, followed by her husband. They had no children to Randolph's knowledge, which, in all honesty, made this easier. As his hand swept to the male's face, his nails dug deep within flesh and blood rolled down his fingertips. Movement ceased, then followed by resistance. Tears streamed down the wife's face as she witnessed her lover being reduced to a crumpled mess in the sheets.
"Too easy, really. With no heirs left behind, who will avenge the fallen? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!" The smell of the man's blood drove the chimera over the edge. The pores on his face could be seen visibly expanding. The next death was soon at hand.
"W-Why?"
Though his second victim received no answer before Randolph's teeth gripped at her jugular, even if he had been in his right state of mind she wouldn't have received one. Swift justice. Cold. Calculated. Those who oversaw the publication of alchemic texts were less than even filth to this ravenous creature.
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