Megalomania (Open)

[Megalomaniac]

.. The start of it all would only mean the end of some people, as this would be an out of control situation. A bit of an understatement, if you ask me. An all out vendetta was on the loose, and it would be the first time in ages that he would be showing his face..--

Er.. Mask.

Still, the figure draped in black, giant black overcoat, wearing belts as a bit of a shirt. And dark, black pants, to go with the overall apparel.

Walking down the hallway, sauntering, with that mask on his face, jet black hair, dancing on the top of his head as he walked forwards. Into the hallway that was full of students, or in this case, useless scapegoats for the great beyond.

His entire body, morphing like one dark entity, with a mask on his face, concealing his identity, as he then felt something push against his arm.

And that would be the end of it all.

"Watch where you're going! Freak!"

The giant laughed at him as his friends would do the same.

.. And then.. it happened..

At first, he had a mind to leave them be, and get them another day, but.. The jock decided to reach out, and flick his mask.

"Isn't it a little early for Halloween?"

The body twitched, as the black enigma morphed towards the jock a few steps, the jock just looked at the masked boy and laughed. But, behind that mask, the boy was furious with anger, seething with hate.

".. Kill you."
The jock stopped laughing.

"-- What?"

".. Kill. You.."

.. Hiss..[/i]

The jock just stared at him, with two eyes, leaning in to see if this punk was for real, as he looked down into that mask of his, full of despair, the mask was.

"Did you just say..'Kill You?'" He asked.

The morph said nothing.

... Just as the jock went to push him, his body falling backwards, as he took a few steps back, the morph would not move, the enigma would only just stand there.. But behind the mask..

".. KILL YOU!!"

The black cloud would jump on the jock indefinetly, grabbing and clawing at his face, forcing his hands into his eyes trying to grab and crush the jock's skull, blood would squirt out from his eye sockets, and his face. Small droplets would splurt onto his mask, as he continued to squeeze the life from his face.

"KILL YOU!..

HISS!!

KILLYOUKILLYOUKILLYOU!!"[/size]

He would hiss loudly, much like a snake attacking it's prey, almost like a rattler, attempting to kill it's victim, as the young jock screamed out in pain. A nearby bystander, would attempt to launch a kick towards the black morph, and was successful, as the morph fell to the side, looking as only the cloak would fall, much like something hidden under a blanket.

The Jock's face.. Was deformed. Eyes literally popped out of their sockets, looking like he was crying blood, as his eyes dangled by the nerves in front of his face..

Everyone around him was speechless.

The Morph would rise.. Slowly, as the cloak rose to the shape of his form.

... Hisss...

He would then let out his hand, a small shining of tiny strands flew from his arm, ensnaring the one that kicked him.

"H-hey! Wh-what the?!--"

And with a snap of his fingers..

Blood suddenly covered the chest, and the arms of the one that kicked him, suddenly, he gurgled in pain, as the boy's body fell limp, blood spraying everywhere, walls, you name it.

The morph.. Just hissed.

"Hiss.. Ceassssse exissssssting, you ssssick foolissssh pilesss of flessssssh.."

Blood would drip from the strands of tiny string, as Mars Orsted, began to walk away slowly, letting the blood covered strands of string follow behind him.

As he passed, letting his fingers drag against the lockers, leaving a giant blood trail.

... Hissssss..

[Adrian Kreever]

Standing in a nearby and empty classroom, musing for himself, was another individual not quite unlike the one lightly stalking away. He giggled quietly, stealing another look through the crack of the door, ever so slightly open. Beautiful, gorgeous, it had been too long since he had done something like that. But being that he had to keep up his schoolwork and had limited himself to people not connected to the Hich School, he had not had adequate time to go hunting and get his much-needed rest.

He drew upon what he reffered to as his 'True face', black spots appearing in patches on his skin and growing, until his entire body, including his hair, eyes, nose, ears and mouth, were hidden beneath the black biomembrane. A few wavy white lines appeared where his face had been, gently swerving like light at the bottom of a swimming-pool. He didn't wish to be seen here, not without his true face, he couldn't afford to be connected to a scene such as this, despite its beauty. However, he needed to stay clsoe to this new arrival. Artist or not, Adrian couldn't risk having more of these incidents about the school, again for fear of them being linked to him. He needed to get something on this other artist, like his name or other face, to blackmail him with. Incidents like these needed to be contained outside of school.

Always safely hidden he would follow, waiting for a vital piece of information to drop, or for a window to end the whole charade with a swift blow. It was a shame that such will had to be lost to this world, but his own survival came before all other things.

[Mitsukai]

There was blood dripping down the lockers in the hallway by the time Mitsukai made it out of study hall. She couldn't help but stare at the gruesome scene in shock and slight horror. There was so much blood, it was as if she was reliving those past re-occurring nightmares she once had before her alter ego had awakened....Only this time it wasn't a dream.

What the fuck was going on here! She knew this school was particularly violent. Not a day went by without at least ONE fight happening in the first hour but she had never seen something like this before.

Well I know for sure this is not Ryu's work. She thought instantly. Ryu was one of the more violent persona's in this school, he needed very little reason to beat someone to a pulp but he never once no matter how angry or absorbed in the fight he was he'd never kill someone.....without a reason. The amount of blood running down the hall was probably enough to have killed the pour bastard that it came from. No this had to be the work of someone more sinister and demented.

Well this seems interesting... her alter ego mused. Her darker half had woken up thanks to Mitsukai's emotions and now at the sight of the blood had peaked her curiosity. Nami had always known that there had to be at least a few humans in this school just as violent and crazy as she was but so far there had been no one that she had scene that peaked her interest. Except for that boy she had fought in that alley when she had been roaming around and killing for fun. There was also the split personality of Sara too but she had caught her attention in a different sense, she would not do something like this.

Stay out of this Nami. Mitsukai growled in her mind warningly. It didn't take a genius to know that when Nami was interested in anything that it was potentially dangerous. There was no need to spill even more blood. But unfortunately this also caught Mitsukai's attention, as the Varsity captain she had to look out for the students of this school. Sure in most cases she didn't care but something like this....she couldn't let such a dangerous person roam about and hurt more people.

Though it would be better not to deal with this alone. She had to inform the School captain about this. Grabbing her cellphone she quickly dialed Matrim's number, but then she felt her right eye begin to burn and she let out a hiss in pain. Oh fuck no she was not trying to take over. Not now.

Sorry hun but I can't let you or Matrim take all the fun.... Nami purred in her mind, the pain in her eye increasing rapidly forcing the small girl to cry out from the pain as she struggled for control but was losing the fight. Her alter ego must have gotten stronger without her noticing because it was becoming impossible for her to keep control of her body.

Her right eye slowly turned blood red as Nami eventually took over the girl's body. Her lips curling up in a sadistic smile as she finally seized control. "Now it's my turn to play." she said before tossing the cellphone to the ground. It was about time that she came out to have some fun. It had been months since she last came out to mess around, and seeing this tiny display before her made her have a strong desire to meet the one who did this.....And maybe spill their blood in turn.

It was an easy task to find the guy. All she had to do was follow the trail of blood. The scent of it alone was making her giddy, god it had been months since she had last saw bloodshed, whoever was behind this better not disappoint.

[Megalomaniac]

The scent of blood filled the air, as the little distraught freak wandered away from the scene of the horror noted. However, he would not laugh, he would not cry. He would only take everything in stride, pushing towards further down the hall. As people would take notice to what he was dragging along with him, a nice long blood trail.

Yes, it wasn't that hard to figure out where he was, unless he'd actually bothered to re-reel his deathstrings back up.

Yes, no matter how bloody it got, he wouldn't care.

Why?

Because, he was lonesome. That's why.

Lonesome, with a heart of black, means that you'll be fascinated by just about anything nowadays, even the indecent screaming of the little ones, the pouring of blood onto the face, and the obviously yet, pain.

Further down the hall, he morphed, as he looked about, giving a cold stare, through his mask, as he looked at each of the normal people, almost like one giant shadow, marching down te hallway, sauntering, looking for a place to just.. exist.

When suddenly.. A 'hero' stepped forward.

"Did-- Did you do that?! Down the hall?"

He stopped. Staring at the loner, leading himself to his own demise. His head would slowly shift towards the young man, who had pretty much just signed his own death warrent.

Poor bastard.

.. Hisss ..

He continued to walk by..

"Answer me!"

The morph stopped, near the young man, once again.

.. Hissss ..

Suddenly, the black cloak flew upwards following the form, jumping over the young man, onto a nearby vending machine, against the wall, he was crouched down, like the shadow that he was. Staring at his prey, from behind that mask he donned to keep himself hidden.

And like a bat, before scooping up his prey. The morph would jump forwards, lunging at his prey. Tackling him to the ground, much like a predator, grabbing it's prey, before mauling the face, of the lone boy. Clawing at his eyes, with his hands, punching, slicing, pulling at his jaw and breaking it, blood spurting out of his mouth as a result.

As the morph would get back up.. He would look around, that black cloaked enigma. Another would approach.

"Why? Why would you do something like that?!"

The Morph said nothing for a moment.

... Hisssss ..

".. No reasssson.." He hissed from behind his mask.

[Sara Gallagher]

**snore...**

Sara rolled over uncomfortably in the cramped space, glad for once that she was so small. Shayne had been up sick all night, crying his poor little eyes out. And while Sara didn't mind taking care of him -- In fact, she didn't mind at all. The lack of sleep however, she did mind. But she couldn't blame that one on Shayne. She could have just had Gale take care of him, but had opted to herself. She had no one to blame for the 2 hours of sleep she got last night but herself.

The problem was, it might be slightly more comfortable had she chosen an area other then ceiling to take her nap. It wasn't the first time she had crawled her ass up here, and it was a simple matter of crawling up the wall with her gloves and entering through one of the foam boards, then crawling over the metal pieced to a section with wall to support her weight. It was dark, it was quiet -- mostly. But damn it could be uncomfortable.

She had just started to fall back asleep when a phone rang. She sat up surprise and smacked her head off the concrete slab of the second floor above her, which in turn caused her to grab her head, rolling and cursing. The roll put her on the foam board which immediately snapped under her weight and she dropped to the floor in a heap of dust and debris. Hand still on her head, she pushed herself to her knees, swearing like a banshee as she dug into her pockets for the phone.

When she looked at it, she nearly lost it. IT WASN'T EVEN HER DAMN PHONE! D<<<<< It was Matrim's, she had taken it this morning in her rush by accident.

The Student Body President whipped the piece of crap across the hall in anger and pushed herself to her feet, wiping her hands on her jeans, only to realize she was now covered in something red. "OH GODDAMN, IF I STARTED MY PERIOD, SOMEONE DIES!"

She then realized that she had in fact, simply landed in a trail of blood. Now that had NOT been her. God she hoped not... D8

She pushed herself to her feet and turned, looking at the trail of blood, her eyes narrowed suspiciously as she saw that the trail ended in one of her very own student bodies getting mauled with blood everywhere, a second body not to far behind the pair. Her jaw dropped in shock. "All that blood... holy crap... KILLER NO KILLING!" She pointed over-dramatically at him, not bothered in the slightest by the scene in front of her. There was the slight problem that she was bat shit insane.

Deciding she would rather just deal with the problem from afar rather then get covered in blood, she simply activated her qi from where she stood. The kid was probably dead, so no big deal. SACRIFICE ONE TO SAVE THE REST!

She jogged a little closer and made a small motion with her arms, as though waving at them. A loud booming noise filled the hall and the guy, and the kid he was on top of, would be hit with a tremendous amount of force and blasted away by her burst, preferably into the wall next to them. The burst wouldn't hurt, but slamming into the wall would SURELY end this fight!

OOC -
Strength: 206
Dexterity: 345
Charisma: 116

[Adrian Kreever]

When Adrian had put enough space between himself and the scene of the crime, and after making sure no one was watching him, he let the mask fade. He couldn't be linked to the crime, but he couldn't have his true face linked to the school either. This way, he'd be just another hoffiried student, compelled to follow the gruesome trail out of innocent yet irresitible curiousity. It wasn't perfect, of course, but there were bound to many more doing exactly that.

It didn't take long before he found his prey, a blooming flower, an artist of such great potential. Unfortunately, he had not had the strength to moniter his own growth, to restrain himself when it was needed. Like now. He would have rushed him, beaten him, broken him, removed him from this, Adrian's sanctuary, in a sense. He would have, but was beaten to it when a massive shockwave tore the prey off his current target. Adrian stood stunned for a few seconds, it had been a while since he had seen something like that. Then he slowly turned to look at the person it had come from, and carefully molded his face to conceal the fury behind it. You stole my prey, bitch. He made a mental note of this woman, he would have his vengeance evetually. Untill then...

He walked over to where his prey had landed, intending to wrest off his mask so he knew what face to look for later. He couldn't be allowed to go on another rampage like this, not when Adrian had to work so hard to keep up his paper-thin guise and this boy was drawing so much attention. Of course, if the boy was still consciouss, let alone alive, as Adrian hoped, they could have a little tussle before the fool from before decided to meddle once again in the affairs of others. But as far as hopes went, Adrian knew, this was a slim one.

[Mitsukai]

There was a shout before the sound of a giant boom could be heard not to far away and that made Nami curse. She recognized that voice all too well. Fuck that crazy little bitch (Yeah she actually had the nerve to call someone else crazy >.>) probably figured out something was wrong all because stupid Mitsukai just HAD to try and call for help. If only she had took a hold of this body a few seconds earlier then she would not be interrupting.

Nami ran over to the scene of the crime and sure enough there was Sara standing not to far away from the little monster who created such beautiful bloodshed. But she was not alone there was someone else standing by the fallen man in the mask. It was that Adrian boy, the one that Mitsukai had met a couple of times before. She glared at the pale man. Naturally Nami hated Adrian with a passion, just like she did with anyone that got too close to her light half. Adrian was a potential threat that needed to be dealt with as soon as possible. Maybe she could take on both him and the newcomer later. That was of course if Sara did not get in the way. Speaking of Sara.....

"Come to ruin the fun I see." Nami addressed her casually, strolling over to the scene like she owned the place a small smile playing on her face. Her gaze still focused on both Adrian and the masked boy. Well this was not turning out as she expected it too, there was a chance she might not be able to do what she wanted with the pair before her as long as Sara was around. But that didn't mean she could not kick someones ass for the moment.

"Care if I join in?" She asked that smile growing as she looked back to Sara. She might want to kill Sara just like everyone else but for the moment they had the same enemy. It only made sense that they temporarily teamed up right?