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Post by valekin on Jul 30, 2007 16:44:19 GMT -8
10:00 P.M.
Thursday
PHS #259
The figure moved silently about in the darkness once again. Stalking the grounds of the school for a potential entrance. As the security had been beefed up recently. Sure, this level of security was nothing, but he was just getting used to moving in this shadowy outfit. The torso area was black, and the pants were a dark smoke color. The shoes weren't what he was used to, not the plated combat boots. He was moving a little faster than usual, he could get used to this.
The hat, and the feathers around his neck, made it hard for one to even discern that the wearer was human. This winged shadow, moved quickly, and silently across the dark grounds. Towards the science department's windows. Pressing himself against the wall, he peeked through the darkness with his elliptical eyes, into the room. Spotting the motion detector.
Damn, I'll have to climb...
Thus, he scaled the wall right there, climbing with mostly upper body strength, using his claws to penetrate the stone enough. He scrambled up, and got to the level of the second floor, and peered inside carefully. He musn't lose his balance, or his grip. He'd fall if he did.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Jul 30, 2007 18:45:31 GMT -8
Delilah had been loitering near the school long after hours, prefering the cool, open night air to the stifling confines of her apartment. She had been watching the sky, twirling her wrench absentmindedly when the raven haired teen's trained sense of alertness shot through her. She looked behind the wall she was leaning on, only in time to see what she thought were...feathers.
Delilah blinked and narrowed her eyes. The hell... She got to her feet, rubbing her eyes with the heels of her palms. The feeling of someone being near had been fleeting...but more than definetly there. Curiousity overcoming her sense of precaution, she started off slowly in she'd seen the feathers heading.
She noticed a figure pressed against a wall and caution thrust its way forward, making her duck back and press herself against the wall. Delilah regulated her breathing as she peered discreetly past the corner and watched whomever it was begin scaling the wall. Breaking into the school? Don't most people concern their time with staying out? Eyes narrowed, she moved from her place once the person had made it to the second floor window, sticking primarily to shadows as was her art, treading carefully but swiftly and silently. She would wait there until whomever it was had succeeded in getting inside. Then she would begin scaling the wall after them, much more slowly considering her height and lack of tools to get her there. |
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Post by valekin on Jul 31, 2007 10:15:38 GMT -8
Sigh.
Someone's following me.[/color]
He could feel them following him. He sniffed the air, and turned his head just slightly. Peering out of the side of the darkness engulfing him. He thought he smelt a female. No matter, he crawled gracefully onto the sill of the window, and peered into the darkness. Not a motion detector in sight. They must have only installed them on the first floor. Which would be practical, as no one was insane enough to bring a ladder to try to break into the second floor. Or something.
With his prying claws he removed the screen, and set it aside gently. The window was next. He removed his knife from his back, the Talon blade, and cut the glass into squares, then those squares into squares. Then he pierced the glass in the middle, as it was still intact, forcing a planned shatter into tiny shards. Not making more sound than that of rain.
With that, he was inside, and had moved into the room, moving into the shadowy corners, to await the spy following him.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Jul 31, 2007 11:07:13 GMT -8
She saw the person's head just barely turn and she bit her lower lip, hard. Kuso... it was hard to tell if whomever it was had seen her, but Delilah knew it was better to assume the worst, rather than be beguiled by optimisim, especially in situations when the hunter would easily become the hunted.
Once he went inside, Delilah cleared the distance betwee in two strides, trying ot make as little noise as possible. She looked at the wall and found a small foot hold that was a cornerstone. Stepping on it with the toes of her left foot, Delilah found an area that would hold her hand. She slowly pulled herself up, muscles tugging. The climb was relatively short, but she spent most of her time finding footholds. Finally reaching the window, she placed both hands on the window sill, and pulled herself up.
Delilah crouched on the sill for a moment, still and analyzing the room. She could see nothing, only sensed a vague presance in the room. Her eyes narrowed a little as she slipped down, still standing at the window in the light of the moon and the street lamp. |
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Post by valekin on Jul 31, 2007 11:22:19 GMT -8
Out of the darkness of the room, a clawed hand reached for her throat. It shot out like a spear, fast and on target. Too fast. Whoever it was that was reaching for her throat, would probably get a hold of it. In that instance, she'd be pulled into the darkness, and be lifted off the ground to be examined.
"Following me eh? You'd have been better off dismissing me as a mere hallucination, girl."
His voice sounded a little different than it was usually. Like it had been mixed in with some kind of electronic synthesizer that made him sound like some sort of demon. Not dark and deep, but dark and fluid. With the slight twang at the very end. That was the instance of him actually grabbing her, which was more likely to happen.
As the alternative would be falling out the window, two stories, then being pursued by someone much scarier and faster than yourself.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Jul 31, 2007 11:35:21 GMT -8
She sensed the attack, but was too slow to avoid it, much less defend herself. Delilah let out a strangled gasp, hands tugging fruitlessly on the one clasped around her throat and struggling vehemently against the grip. She felt herself be lifted off the ground and ceased her struggle, though her hands refused to let go of the one around her neck. Delilah closed her eyes in pain as she fought for a small amount of air. "W-who.." she managed as a mere breath, soft and scarcely audible. She could feel her black hair caught in his taloned grasp being tugged painfully. |
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Post by valekin on Jul 31, 2007 12:50:46 GMT -8
"Your worst nightmare, or your best friend. Which is it gonna' be?"
He said, baring teeth. Unfortunately the fangs couldn't be seen, only his eyes were visible, as they were oddly luminescent, elliptical and blue. What an enigmatic being was holding her by the throat, all because she thought it would be good to let curiosity to get the better of her. This could end badly for her, and it could end well for her. Not many people brushed up against the reaper's cousin, and got away with barely any harm done to them.
"Well?"
The essence of fear, came pouring off of him. He could gut her right there, he could throw her out the window. Many things he could do to her, and many things he could leave undone to her. It was really all her choice. On how she reacted to the claws around her neck. If she didn't realize she was in a dangerous position, than she would soon after she put him in nightmare mode.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Jul 31, 2007 13:10:57 GMT -8
Delilah's mind reeled with possibilities. She could pick option one and more than likely die some gruesome death, or option two, and be involved with this...well, the voice sounded male...and something worse could probably happen to her. To normal teenage girls and more often than not certain adults, the choise would be easy; live rather than die. Fortunetly, she wasn't a black and white kind of thinker.
She had put herself, foolishly, in this position by chasing after something she had only caught a glimpse of and knew nothing about. The fact he was even giving her a choice could be considered generous; Delilah would not have done the same if she were in his position, she knew. By no means did she consider herself a coward, and the easy way out was that way.
However, she felt a small desire, call it curiousity, to know just how far this would go if she selected the second option. To her, it was that cowards way out, despicable and to be duly noted whomever selected it deserved whatever trap they walked into. The notion came to her mind that of course this could be a form of a test, for example, if she selected option one, for courage she wouldn't be killed. She knew better than to take things at face value, but this was the real world.
Hating herself and reveling in her choice at the same time, she knew she didn't have long to decide. Her speech was now useless. Lifting one of her shaking hands from his wrist, she held up two fingers, indicating her choice of option. |
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Post by valekin on Jul 31, 2007 13:48:38 GMT -8
"I should crush you. We'll see about that."
He let go of her throat, releasing her from impending doom. The monster walked across the room, and unlocked the door, opened it, and gestured for her to go first. The possibilities were endless, he could lock her in the school, he could kill her in the hall, away from the prying eyes of the windows. Nevertheless he left the lights off, and awaited for her to walk past him, and into the dark hallway.
Glistening metal of lockers, the shine of a freshly polished floor. These things would disappear come the morning, only in the dark could one truly marvel at the light. 'Twould be consistent of him to follow her into the hall, and close the door behind him.
"Depending on your usefulness, and your attitude, and your cooperation, will influence how you will see me. Nightmare, or friend. It's your choice."
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Jul 31, 2007 14:08:49 GMT -8
When he released her, she dropped to her knees, clutching her throat, coughing and breathing deeply. Blotches of light exploded across her plane of vision as the oxygen came flooding back. She got to her feet carefully, massaging her throat. Delilah could still only see the sillhouette of the man, refusing her eyes permission to meet those luminescant blue eyes. She nodded vaguely and straightened her posture, walking out the door he opened and standing in wait a few feet away, hoping this would suffice in an answer.
This could go many ways...one that ran through her mind was the fact even if she helped him, he could still kill her. If she failed ot meet his needs he could just kill her anyway...one word, one off look could put her in danger. Delilah exhaled deeply, still massaging her throat. That'll be a bruise. she thought distantly. She lowered her hand from her neck, though her aching muscles protested. |
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Post by valekin on Jul 31, 2007 14:24:02 GMT -8
"Whether you hate this school or not, you'll abide by my orders. We're painting it red."
He proceeded to a locked closet, produced a set of keys, unlocked it, and pulled out several cans of paint. All of it marked regular red. When he pried the first one open, it reeked a bit, and looked darker than regular red. It was preserved blood, great. Hopefully it wasn't human. With that, he took a brush from the same closet, and held it out for her.
"Be creative."
He took a brush of his own, dipped it into the paint, and started flicking it around, producing what looked like blood spatter onto the lockers and walls. He brushed a few words onto the walls as well, things like the words 'Pain', 'Suffer', 'Die', 'Wretch','Tear', and so on. Some of the fluid was starting to coagulate on the walls already, making it bunch up in places after running. This would be such a mess.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Jul 31, 2007 14:48:11 GMT -8
She blinked, taking the brush and paint from him. Vandalism? She noticed a faint coppery odor coming from the cans, and Delilah felt her stomach give a small lurch. She didn't mind blood...she simply wondered who...or what, it came from..and didn't like the possibilities. She opened the can and turned the brush over in her hand, the handle facing the paint. She dipped it in and put it in her left hand, making slow, deliberate strokes on the walls and lockers.
Delilah used the end of the brush because it would seem more like it was painted with two instead of actually using them, where fingerprints could be lifted. Using her left hand was a second skill to her, coming from her ability as a mechanic and a guitarist. "Destitution" The words simply came to mind when ever she thought of the school. "Perish", "loathe", "scortch", "bleed"..all words she thought appropriate to adorn the walls. Here and there she spattered the walls with dots of red. Delilah eyes continually flicked back to their corners, watching the man who had so easily overpowered her. Pondering this distantly, she continued her work, painting a wiccan symbol in a space where two lockers joined. |
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Post by valekin on Jul 31, 2007 15:04:37 GMT -8
He finished his wall quickly, and then moved back to the open can of paint, brought it to the stairwell, and splashed it down the steps after kicking the door open, breaking the locking mechanisms. The blood spattered the stairwell's walls and steps. It dripped and ran, covering more area as time went on. With that done and out of the way, he held the can upside down, letting it drip fluid onto the floor before he set it in the middle of the hallway.
"Finish that wall, and splash what ever is left onto the floor, then take a towel and smear it around, leading into classrooms. But don't go in the classrooms. Stop at the door."
Valekin retrieved another can, and did some light splashing on doors, on windows, and down the next hall leading into the hall they were occupying. This was Valekin making art. Albeit threatening and terrorizing art. But art nonetheless. He wrote the words in blood 'Destroy', then a few feet down the hall, 'the', then at the very end of the hall, 'drugs'. Law enforcement would pick up on it. As the other words are all out of place, and are vaguely evil.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Jul 31, 2007 15:28:42 GMT -8
Delilah bit her lower lip. She didn't take orders well...ut she ws still curious as to see how this would turn out. Nodding stiffly at his command, she thrashed a few more words on the wall with the blunt end of her brush. Turning behind her and throwing the rest of the fluid from the can, creating a lengthly spatter effect on the floor.
She went back to the cloest, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around her hand. Carefully, she walked around the spills, not wanting to leave any tell-tale footprints. She smeared the puddle she created, as well as the words painted on the lockers and walls. The words were still legible, but the red smear from the almost coagulated blood messed them like an ink smear. she stopped at the classrooms, as directed, waiting.
Delilah sighed inwardly. What inhells name had she gotten herself into this time, huh? A small smirk touched her lips. 'Curiousity killed the cat, satisfaction brought him back' as the old phrase went. At the same time, she cursed it. She coulda left it alone, let the feathers run by and leave her to do whatever it was she was doing. She fingered the wrench in her back pocket absent mindedly. |
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Post by valekin on Jul 31, 2007 15:39:19 GMT -8
"Alright, we're done."
He was all out of paint, no more cans, no more left in the brush. He piled the cans all in the middle of the hallway. The monster pulled out a lighter, and had been intending to set fire to the cans, but.. he still needed cloth to get the party started. Cloth or paper. Seems he hadn't planned this out too too well, it was just a minor setback.
"Put the rag with the cans, and get some more out of the closet, then close the closet. We'll be leaving the same way we came."
He'd wait for her to follow his orders, before setting fire to the pile of cans. Before that even, he removed the ladder from the closet, and went to each sprinkler in the hallway, removing key pieces, disabling the system in that hall. The sprinklers might go off in other places, but not there. No, they wouldn't ruin his art work. With that done and out of the way, he'd destroy the evidence in the small fire of cans, brushes and cloth.
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