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Post by valekin on Mar 24, 2007 11:12:50 GMT -8
One may wonder what Valekin might have been doing that particular night at the school's front doors. He had not gotten what he wanted the first time he visited; information. This time he came with something else in mind; terrorism. The Serb wore a full black matte bodysuit, as well as his Panzer-1's, and his combat boots. Next to him sat three buckets of pig blood. Don't even ask me where he got it. I shiver to think of it.
He picked up one bucket of pig's blood, and splashed it on the doors. It spattered everywhere. He had set to work then, splashing blood on concrete and grass, glass and tree. Two of three buckets were empty. In the bottom of one bucket was both a knife he had left in there, as well as the skull and mask of a Black Hand initiate.
He set the mask on the front doors, right in the center, took the bloody knife, and pinned the mask to the doors with it. He sunk the blade in about halfway, and left it there. The skull was placed at the top of the steps so that in the morning the sun would hit it, and it would glitter like a ruby.
He was quite proud of what he had accomplished in a few short hours. Though an unexpected visitor was heading towards the school. It seemed that someone was going to get a glimpse of the Serb's violent handiwork before anyone else did. He didn't have enough time to run, but he did have enough time to hide himself in the darkest shadows, making him near invisible.
Just wait for them Falcon, then strike...
Strike quickly to take them out....
No, to capture them...
Yes to capture them...[/i][/color]
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Post by Stu Pott on Mar 24, 2007 15:30:48 GMT -8
((I'll bite))
Justin was walking home from the pizzeria, spending what little food money he was given on a quick slice after a late school cram session, a test tomorrow morning causing him to literally cram three weeks worth of knowledge into his brain in the matter of two hours.
Fucking teachers. Bastards, all of them. Bitches and bastards and hermaphroditic fuckheads.
"Fuck the M-P-double-A
Fuck the R-I-double-A
Fuck the suits behind the BSA
And fuck em all for the DMCA"
Ahh... refreshing. The iPod's earphones blasted out the music, louder than most should allow, but his hearing was still impeccable having adjusted to their loudness that surrounded him at most times... The teacher's voices were the only thing he seemed to never hear.
His head was down as his brown beanie covered the spatter of dark blond-brownish hair that covered his head. His hands were resting gently within his hoodie, but he was somewhat cautious as he walked. This place was a desolate shithole of violence, degredation, and generally debauchery.
He wouldn't be caught up in it.
The song changed...
"Wake up wake up wake up...
Wake up,
Wake up wake up wake up..
Its naughty, very naughty necrophilia,
Without a care, I'm compassionate about killing her,
I'd have my way with what's left of the will in her
Cosmopolitans, and cocaine, and an occasional pill in her
When she spoke I saw a spark, but it was dark so
I drove her home when she died, sexy suicide
Sweet nothings for the numb, you feel where I'm coming from?
Have no fear, everything's fine, my girl parties all the time
Did you hear what I said? With this ring I thee wed
A body in my bed, she was cool when I met her
But I think I like her better dead"
Ahh... The sweet singing surrounding sounds of the summertime...
Blasphemous.
He began the long walk past the school, having to backtrack to get home to his apartment. He looked up, a long street light casting shadows, dancing across the blood soaked pulpit that was the stoop up to the school...
Wait, blood soaked?
Oh dear god...
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Post by valekin on Mar 24, 2007 15:40:24 GMT -8
Valekin watched the student from the shadows near the blood soaked pulpit. His elliptical eyes focused on the figure. His impeccable eyesight gave a little bit away about the person so far away. A brown beanie covered his head, normal street clothes, and head phones. The boy looked like he was Caucasian. Valekin smirked in the shadows.
Things could get ugly. Very quickly. The boy could call the cops, or he could just walk away. Either way, Valekin would get away with his terrorism. Slipping away would be easy. The only thing that kept him in that location was that his eyes and mind were fixiated on the student. A side of him wanted to break him, and add his body to the display, as a threat.
The other side wanted the student to just walk away. Avoid the violence that might or might not come, avoid the insanity that might infect him. Avoid it all so that he could slip away, his message would reach the entire school, and he would get the revenge that he longed for.
Oh did he long for revenge, it was what he lived off of now. He couldn't remember the last time he ate something. Wait... yes he did.
He remembered eating something. The Black Hand initiate's heart. Kings ate the hearts of their enemies and beasts to gain the fallen's strength. Had he been twisted so much and so far to become a cannibal? Is that why his body had changed so much, his canines had become sharper? Fingernails harder, and more like claws?
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Post by Stu Pott on Mar 25, 2007 9:15:38 GMT -8
What the fuck?
What is all this... No way is it...
Holy shit.. its blood... Dear god... Had something happened inside?!
No... There was something on the door... What the hell?
Justin began the slow ascent up the stairs towards the door, careful not to slip on the slowly drying plasma that was splattered upon the stairs. He gingerly stopped at the top step, and looked towards the doors.
A mask...
WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!
Justin stepped back, a strange mask knifed to the front door. What could this be a sign of? Something more than himself... He wasn't ready for this shit. He turned and looked down, ready to slowly lower himself down the stairs, when something circular caught his eyes. He bent down to look at it...
A skull...
A SKULL?!
What the shitfuck is going on here? he said in hushed tones, not wanting to draw any unwanted attention.
He began his descent, moving quite quickly, getting ready to leave this place until tomorrow, when he was required to be there...
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Post by valekin on Mar 25, 2007 9:55:47 GMT -8
Hye hee hee hee hee hee....
The laughter would fill the silent void. He couldn't control himself now. He had scaled the wall in the shadows with his Talon blade. The grooves where he stabbed the carbon-steel into the brick would be seen in the morning, now it looked like he had scaled the building by himself. He laughed maniacally, looking down at the boy.
"I want you to bring her to me."
Hye hee hee hee hee hee hee...
He said this loud enough for the boy down in front of the school to hear. Who, and why? That wasn't so clear. But what was clear, was that this deranged lunatic wanted someone. Perhaps he wanted her dead, maybe alive. Who knows what went on in his mind now. Was he visible? Only to those with good night vision.
"Yes.. bring her to me, and we will see, how everything will be, just like it used to be."
Hye hee hee hee hee hee.....
He said in rhyme before cackling like a mad idiot. I wish someone would find this guy's marbles, because he's really freaking everyone out. Bloody boot, and gloved hand prints were up the school wall. Things were a mess, just a horrible mess.
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Post by Keith on Mar 25, 2007 11:22:07 GMT -8
Keith had headed towards the parking lot after trying to stake out the exterior of Building 4 trying to get down the security routines. Yeah, Keith was doing good ol' fashioned reconaissance work. However, it hadn't beared any fruit yet but it would dissuade Keith from finding out why that building is off limits to everybody. It had gotten Keith extremely curious.
However, his walk to the parking lot was pretty much interrupted by some crazed laughter. The same kind of sadistic laughter one would expect from 552. It immediately piqued Keith's curiosity.
"I want you to bring her to me."
Keith could only let out a sigh. He shook his head and proceeded to the direction of where the laughter and talking came from. The last thing Keith wanted was for his hardwork and hours of planning to go down the shitter because of some sadistic ritual or whatever the fuck Keith was about to find out. Something like that would obvious attract security. But Keith guessed not.
"Yes.. bring her to me, and we will see, how everything will be, just like it used to be."
Oooooook...
Keith adjusted his black shades and proceeded in the direction. Making his way to the front of the school, Keith noticed that the front entrance and the grass was dressed in some crimson liquid. It was a damn mess.
"Is this some frat initiation?" Keith asked himself.
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Post by Stu Pott on Mar 27, 2007 12:34:25 GMT -8
((gah! Sorry!))
Justin looked around for the source of the voices. The voiced seemed to come from above, but was at such a level that if someone were shouting it from the school roof, it'd sound different.
No... this voice was directly above him.
Bring her...
Who was she? Where was she? WHAT was she?
Who's here? Show your fucking face! Did you do this?! Think you are cool spilling blood and shit? Who the fuck do you think you are?
I gotta get the fuck out of here. I'm probably the weakest kid on campus, and I'm threatening some fucking murderer who spilled blood everywhere.
Is this some sort of Frat Initiation?
Where the fuck did that come from?! Wait... That voice... it sounds familiar...
Keith!
Keith! Holy shit! Someone spilled blood everywhere... and there is a skull... and a mask.
We need to get out of here. There's some creepy ass person hanging around here!
Justin said all of this while jumping down the stairs, carefully picking his way so as not to slip on any blood. The stairs weren't tall, in fact it was a four set, so it didn't take long for him to hop down twice.
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Post by valekin on Mar 27, 2007 14:42:42 GMT -8
"Yes, run my little swine, or you're blood will be all over these stairs in a layer fine, do you want to be part of the crime?"
Hye ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!
Valekin ignored the first comment directed at him. To show his face, he was already in plain sight. But to come out of the shadows like that? That wasn't his nature. He wasn't going to fight here, nor fight them. He had no beef to pick with them. He wanted someone else. He wanted Mishka, her head on his desk, and her heart in the pit of his foul stomach.
Hya ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
His laughter echoed into the night before he started to leave. The laughing died down as he got farther away, and he giggled with insane glee on the inside. The maniac would be long gone before they could cut him off, or find him. And he'd be home before sun rise, which would be early enough for him to watch the morning news, then sleep.
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Post by Keith on Mar 27, 2007 14:51:51 GMT -8
"Keith! Holy shit! Someone spilled blood everywhere... and there is a skull... and a mask."
Skull and mask...check...
"We need to get out of here. There's some creepy ass person hanging around here!"
Yeah, I can see that...too...
"Yes, run my little swine, or you're blood will be all over these stairs in a layer fine, do you want to be part of the crime?"
Keith sighed and shook his head. This was pretty creepy and pretty much indeed fucked up. Luckily he ran into Justin who seemed to be pretty creeped out. But Keith wasn't creeped out, after some time at 552, he's grown used to all of this stuff.
There was that maniacal laughter that came out from the shadows. Would Keith go into the shadows? Hell fuck no. After watching a lot of horror and suspense movies, you should be smart enough not to go into the shadows where you'll easily be killed.
"I guess we just let him have his fun?"
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Post by Stu Pott on Mar 28, 2007 12:03:37 GMT -8
He stopped, standing next to Keith, his music still blaring slightly from his left ear.
Well, obviously we aren't searching for it...
I thought, you know, maybe we should REPORT it to the police?
Justin fumbled in his pockets, remembering that he had left his cell at home, since he didn't have any friends.
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Post by Keith on Mar 28, 2007 12:21:23 GMT -8
Well, obviously we aren't searching for it...
I thought, you know, maybe we should REPORT it to the police?
Keith cleared his throat some and turned to Justin. He gave a calm and casual nod to the boy.
"You go ahead and call the cops," Keith explained. He then turned to face the direction where all that laughing was coming from. The Asian gave a sigh before shaking his head.
"I'll stick around for a bit and enjoy the cheap entertainment... I have to admit, it's the best entertainment I've had in months."
So yeah, Keith was going to stick around for a bit and observe the scene. He had to admit this was fairly amusing.
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Post by valekin on Mar 28, 2007 16:46:51 GMT -8
Moment's later the police arrived. A pair of detectives, and a few squad cars. All their lights were flashing. At the moment, no one was getting in or out of the crime scene.
"I'd like this perimeter secured. We'll see if the guy is still on campus. If not, I want this place sweeped for evidence." The first detective had said. Man, even from the cars it looked like a mess. Several officers were already on their way down to the scene, very carefully.
"Boys, hands on your heads, and step away from the scene. We'd like to ask you some questions and then we'll call your parents. Alright?" One officer said, the other one had a hand on his weapon, the standard issue glock, and had a reassuring look on his face, making hand motions for them to come towards the pair of officers. They'd search the boys, and leave them to the detectives for questioning.
"This place reeks. There's alot of blood here Samson. What kind of mask is that, pinned to the door there?" The lead detective asked his partner.
"I don't know, it's unfamiliar to me. We'll run it through the database... Be sure to get photos of everything. I mean everything... and someone contact the Principal." The detective known as Samson had said. What a mess.
"Where are the witness'?" The lead detective asked his partner. He wanted to begin questioning as soon as possible. While everything was fresh in their minds.
"Over here Detective O'Conner." One of the two officers that had spoken to the boys earlier had said. The detective approached, broke out his handy dandy notebook, and a mini-pencil and went to work.
"Ok boys, one at a time. Tell me everything you saw, and heard while you were here. Don't leave anything out at all. Alright?"
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Post by Keith on Mar 28, 2007 16:59:32 GMT -8
"Ok boys, one at a time. Tell me everything you saw, and heard while you were here. Don't leave anything out at all. Alright?"
Keith was not going to get arrested for this. He just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. His reasons for being on the school grounds was because he was monitoring Building 4. He was still curious as to why that place was off limits. But he was going to withold that information.
"I was in the weight room lifting weights," Keith explained. He cleared his throat and continued, "I was only way to the parking lot where my motorcycle is parked."
Keith motioned where his motorcycle is parked in the parking lot at the front of the school.
"Then I heard these sentences. The accent seemed to be Eastern European. Not really sure. It seemed the person was talking to someone. I went to investigate and I see this scene. I thought it was some sort of frat initiation since this also doubles up as a college campus."
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Post by Stu Pott on Mar 29, 2007 14:45:25 GMT -8
Tell us everything you know...
Yeah... okay. I can do that.
But what did I know?
You know everything, duh. You were the first one he talked to. You discovered the blood Pulpit. Hell, the guy was speaking directly TO you...
But what should I tell them?
Everything! Don't hold back you fool! This is no time to get nervous!
"Then I heard these sentences. The accent seemed to be Eastern European. Not really sure. It seemed the person was talking to someone. I went to investigate and I see this scene. I thought it was some sort of frat initiation since this also doubles up as a college campus."
Damn... He got to it before me... Bastard...
I was there before he was... I was walking home from the pizzaria, having stayed late at school to cram for a test tomorrow... And, I had just finished eating and was on my way home. I stopped, and sniffed, and smelt something weird... I turned towards the school buildings and saw all the blood.
So I walked up the steps, looking around. I thought I was going crazy, but obviously, I wasn't. I stopped at the doors, and there was a mask knifed through the panelling, and a skull there too.
Whats all this about officer?
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Post by valekin on Mar 29, 2007 15:10:05 GMT -8
"Well apparently our maniac is looking for someone. I'd like to have means to contact you just in case we have more questions for you. Uhm, did either of you see him, a description would be nice. The sooner we can get this guy, the more lives we'll save." Detective O'Conner had said. He licked the tip of his pencil, and was ready to take down more notes.
At the same time, Detective Samson was walking around the scene, this all looked oddly familiar. From that series of gruesome murders, with white masks at the scene. Maybe the mask was the maniac's calling card. Or maybe not. He had no idea what drove people to cannibalism. Of all things, cannibalism. What a sick and twisted practice.
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