Dirty City (Dzan)

[Aris Love]

Aris solenmly walked along the dirt streets. It was failry cold out. Not that cold like freezing cold, but that equally uncomfortable chilly cold feeling. The one where you get cold no matter how many layers of clothes you are wearing. It was truly disturbing. The sky was gray and the streets were almost empty. Especially the back alleys that Aris was walking through.

But the most disturbed part about the day was Aris's mood. He was feeling offly distant. Aris never felt distant. He was either there and cheery, or there and insane. Never distant. But today he felt almost as if he had been put into the twilight zone and he was constantly paranoied that no one was alive. He looked from left to right, and when he saw no one his head would swim and he would feel frightened inside.

He longed for someone, anyone. Malign, benign, beautiful, ugly. Just something to let him now this was not a dream. He didn't like dreams all that much. One reality was enough for him. Two was too much for him to handle. So as Aris walked he pulled together the sides of his brown jacket around his black shirt. His black jeans swirled around his ankles and his black hair blew slightly back in the wind. He was cold and felt odd. He needed something to... well get the blood running.

[dzan]

"Gahaha! Poor little kitten!!"

The voice would sound out almost of nowhere. It was loud, and it had an oddly disturbing and happy sound to it. And then came the loud, evenly disturbing meow. Which was quickly cut off as pale fingers worked quickly. Dzan figured himself to be alone. And alone he would be himself. Hell, even if someone saw, he didn't care. He was having fun! Fun that people shouldn't have. Mutilating animals and all. That wasn't normal was it? Probably not. But it was normal to Dzan, and that poor kitten had mosied on up to Dzan while he was walking the rather dark alleyways on his way home. Poor unsuspecting kitten!

And then he heard it. Footsteps. Someone was nearby? Ooohh. Interesting! Dzan guessed that it was time to.. give his little present to someone anyways! He would straighten up from his crouched position in the alley way and turn to face the direction that he had heard the footsteps from. His wide, alive hazel eyes searched the alleyway before him, and soon enough he saw someone's form appear. A wide, sadistic grin would appear on his face as his left hand gripped the head of the cat that Dzan had just mangled. Blood dripping from the body of the cat that was held tightly in his left hand. He doubted this little traveler could tell it was a dead cat that was in his head though. He would most-likely think it some piece of trash, or a bag. Who knew. But Soon enough he would realize it was not.. When Dzan presented it to him that is..

"Well well.. Dark traveler.. Present thyself? Step from the darkness.."

[Aris Love]

Aris stood in the shadows. It was late enough as it was. The grey skay gave everything a black and white tint to it. Aris smiled from his position in the shadows. Him and Dzan weren't so different. Except Aris only mutilated when he felt someone was in need of it. Aris smiled wickedly as he took a step to the side, but still remained in the shadows.

Then suddenly, even a surprise to Aris, he began to cackle. The wicked cackle that Aris only heard in his head. But he was laughing for the worst and most horrid reason. He had found out that something was dead. Something in the immediate vicinity had been destroyed. And with that thought came a horrible happiness. An overfilled joy which just bubbled within him. "I'm always in the darkness." The jolly Evan said as he stepped out of the alley.

But it was Aris, he was normally a well minded boy. But this was a most interesting situation and interesting situations brought out interesting sides of people. "Come here kitty kitty." Aris called to the dead cat. "Come.... to Aris..... Come back home."

[dzan]

"I'm always in the darkness."

..good..good..

Dzan's Hazel orbs would concentrate on the spot that he had heard the voice come from. Someone was there for sure. It had not been a voice. He had not imagined it. No.. someone had entered the area. Someone that was like him, to some extent anyways. But that did not matter.. Dzan did not need anyone like him. He did not need to have a friend. He was his own best friend. No one could replace himself. Besides. Why trust others? Why let them get close to you? You shouldn't. It's not smart. Dzan would not let it happen. He wouldn't let this person close. No, he would push him away. Harm him if he must. Yes.. Harm him. Blood. Scars. Everything. Must. Be. seen. It. Must. Happen.

"Come here kitty kitty. Come.... to Aris..... Come back home."

"You want it? YOU WANT IT?!"

Dzan's arm would lift, and with a simple movement, he would toss that dead cat in the direction that the voice came from. Into the shadows. Into the darkness. As soon as he tossed it. Dzan's hands formed into their claw-like state. His hazel eyes lit up as he turned his body to square off with his head. Hunching over slightly as a wide grin appeared on Dzan's savage face. Those sharp off-white teeth only adding to his odd, scary image. He would drop his hands down to the pavement below, his sharp nails slowly dragging against it. An odd scratching sound echoes through the alleyway. nothing else was said. Not yet anyways.

[Aris Love]

Aris smiled as the kitty came flying into his lap. He caught it and hugged it tight. Then in an almost surreal voice he whispered, "It's going to be okay.... I'll guide you home." he slowly put down the dead and mutilated kitten. Aris was crazy, insane, fucked up in the head. But it was not like Dzan. Dzan was different from Aris and Aris knew it. Aris knew that he was not the same.

Aris would not harm the kitty. But he liked to harm. He liked to cause hurt. And so Aris came out of the shadows towards the disfigured looking boy. It was sad because the boy might have been handsome if he had not chosen to look as he did. But Aris smiled at one he considered a demon. "Shed the Skin.... Force it to fit." Aris muttered in a voice that once again spoke more from his mind than his lips.

But what was the mind other than a nerve center. It simply told you what to do and say. His mind told him to say that, so Aris did. And now his mind told him more. A plan, a scheme, an idea. Blueprints for a plan. A giant place of magnificent design. A wonderful person with light shining around them. An Angel. Unfortunately that person was not Aris. And at the moment all Aris's mind told him to do.... was to take the kitty home.

But Aris had one last thing to listen to. His heart, which told him to hurt Dzan. It screamed for pain and blood and suffering and repentance. Aris smiled as he was no more than five feet away from Dzan and then he took a large step forward and outstreched his right hand and aimed it at his hunched over opponent's face.

[dzan]

The boy's voice would reach his ears as he watched him step from the shadows. A tormented soul. Someone would should not be here. Dzan didn't like him for the simple fact that he talked to the dead cat as if it was alive. He was weird. Dzan calling someone weird? Yes. He was weird to Dzan. Dzan was normal. He was how people were meant to be. Everyone else was a freak. He was the perfect being. He was born into this world, dead set on being perfect. cleansing the world of these other people. The ones that he deemed defective. And this boy would be one of the first. He was nearing and he had entered Dzan's personal space. Now there was no going back. From his hunched position, he saw his opponent's attack perfectly. He was ready for it, and he would make him pay for attempting to touch him.

As that right hand extended toward Dzan, his left arm would swing into action. Lifting quickly he would hope to slam it against the left side of Aris' right forearm. His left hand would then quickly attempt to roll and he would try to dig his sharp fingernails into his opponent's flesh. If the grab wasn't successful he would at least hope that he hand knocked the arm away.

If he had successfully dug his fingers into the boy's forearm, he would attempt to tug him foreword, Dzan's right leg would curl slightly, bend at the knee and lift, he would aim to slam his folded leg against the left side of his opponent's stomach. If the foot slammed as he wanted, it would most-likely cause his opponent's left side to rotate slightly, He would then attempt to push his right leg down and slam it hard against the pavement, his right arm would then swing upward quickly, and his straightened fingers aiming to slide across his opponent's chest, cause four large, light cuts.

If Dzan was only successful at knocked that right arm was, as his body was already twisting left a bit, his right would swing foreword, aiming to land a quick slash across his opponent's left cheek. His left hand would return to sway oddly in front of him, ready to react to any counters that the boy might have.

{OOC: Hope that was clear.}

[Aris Love]

OOC: Krystal

IC: Aris was disappointed. He had been ever since he had seen the kitty being tortured. The poor thing, it's innocent little eyes looking up at Aris, asking for help. So this was how Aris helped the kitty. He planned to free her. Free her from what Dzan did, free her from his punishment. Free her from that ugly thing that has become her body.

But Aris was one to mind the battle and not the outside world. He was one to pay full attention to every step his opponent takes. Immediately the first thing he realized was his opponent was not as strong as he was. In fact his opponent's block with his hand almost made Aris reconsider his next option. But he knew that there was no time for hesitation.

So he used the push, as he always does, and turned himself in the other direction pushing himself safely away from anything Dzan was planning to do, but of course Aris did not know that Dzan had been trying to do that anyways. He had been paying more attention to using Dzan's push to propel himself in the other direction.

But no manuever was complete without an attack so Aris sent out his right arm to try and lash out at Dzan. Whether the next event was fortunate or unfortunate Aris could not tell, but Aris simply saw everything as a chance. And what happened escaped Aris's view of what should have happened. Aris's right arm knocked against Dzan's upcoming right arm and it repelled it, blocking it and sending it back.

But once again Aris was no man for hesitation. He was a person to show that everything happened for a reason and so it did. Because as soon as his fist repelled his opponent's shot but didn't hit, Aris lashed out his left leg toward's his opponent's face, considering that one of Dzan's arms was knocked back and the other very low and hanging Aris's attack had an advanced chance of hitting it's target.