Hunting Season (Winters/Thrush)

[valekin]

Valekin had lead his counterpart from the Cameo into the depths of the city. He had changed out of his formal attire into a more practical wear in his car. Then locked the keys, deflated a tire, and sealed the gas tank. When Valekin emerged from the car, he was barechested, with a trench coat the only thing on his torso, aside from numerous battle scars and tattoos. Over his hands and forearms would be the panzer-hand guantlets. Fingerless, to let his claw-like nails be free. Yes, they were very sharp. Yes, they could cut you.

His metal plated Serbian combat boots were still on, and he wore a pair of long urban combat fatigues. Which were pretty much in grey and black patterns. At the small of his back was the eight inch blade, four inch handle, of the twelve inch long Falcon blade. Sheathed in all it's glory, and hidden underneathe the trench coat. He had a small duffle bag with him.

The maniacal Serb would lead the Aryan into the back alleys, heading for an apartment building. Of course this would be just a demonstration of his skills. But he was also hungry. It was feeding time for Valekin. On the main streets, cops were everywhere. And most people liked to remain in the sight of the officers of the law, to make themselves feel safer.

"I will be scaling this wall. You will wait in the lobby of this building. I will buzz you in when the deed is done so you can survey what I had done. If you wish to watch, there is a small portable viewing device that is set on a frequency the same as it's partner on my right cornea. Sound good Da?"

Hye ha ha ha ha ha

[Winters]

Request Of Proof

Quickly making their way through the city, they finally arrived at a certain area which looked particularly shady. Lights in the neighboring area were dimly lit, and as Jonathan himself walked with his cane, outside the area, he noted that Mr. Kaluskov proceeded to professionally seal his car, and came out of it with a much more... 'fitting' attire. Bare-chested, gauntlets... and fingernails that screamed for trimming---Or to trim someone, and many other things. Watching quietly was all Johnathan would do for now.

Mr. Kaluskov had come out with a full attire fit for guerrilla warfare, armed to the teeth.

Perfect.

Silently, he walked on, following the Serbian to the back alleys, towards an apartment building.

"I will be scaling this wall. You will wait in the lobby of this building. I will buzz you in when the deed is done so you can survey what I had done. If you wish to watch, there is a small portable viewing device that is set on a frequency the same as it's partner on my right cornea. Sound good Da?"

'Hye ha ha ha ha ha'

"..A-Ah.. D-Da. D-Da. T-Though, i-if th-this h-had n-not i-involved th-the s-scaling o-of w-walls, I-I w-would've l-loved t-to w-watch th-this p-personally. O-Or s-send m-my s-subordinate a-after y-you. B-But th-this i-is f-fine.. I-I o-only h-have o-one a-additional r-request. P-Please b-bring b-back th-the b-body, d-dead o-or a-alive.. I-If y-you k-kill m-more th-then o-one, th-that's y-your c-call, b-but I-I w-would o-only a-ask f-for o-one b-body.."

Nodding silently, he walked onwards towards the house. Only a request. Not mandatory. If Valekin would stop him, ask him something, or invite his 'subordinate' to tag along, then he would stop and nod.. and make the appropriate arrangements. Thrush was hungry as well, but a dead body would do nothing. But, it would help nonetheless.. he had to toughen up the old fool, and Valekin was showing more then just a few similar tendencies.

If uninterrupted, Johnathan would walk slowly towards the building, his cane pressing stiffly against the floor, as his left hand continued carrying the suitcase, as his right hand gripped his cane terribly tight, for the burns Aureus had given him.. which, were thankfully beginning to fade. But still burned.

And assuming the door was unlocked, he would walk in, finding everything just as Valekin had surmised. Impressive. Walking over to the monitor, he'd press the 'on' button with his cane, and stand there, a statue, watching intently.. perhaps hungrily?

..To see things through Valekin's eyes.

Oh, my good Serb. Do show me how you look at the world. Show me how you see. Show me this twisted world of yours. And maybe... I'll show you mine.

[valekin]

Valekin nodded an affirmation, and waited for a moment until he believed Mr. Winters was in the lobby. Then he turned on a sound device that recorded everything that was heard by Valekin in the car. Everything Valekin saw was also recorded by a device in the car. First, the maniac held his nails up to his eyes, waited for a second and faced the brick wall. He took a breath, and jumped. He landed on the wall, like a cat, his nails imbedded in the soft mortar of the building. He looked at his claws once more.

"I'm sure something is dawning on you now my smart friend."

He said in a low whisper as he climbed up the wall. The sound device picked up what he said anyway. So there was no need to worry. He continued climbing, until he felt comfortable near the window he was at. Peering inside.. he saw no one, it was a living room. Dark as pitch.... He climbed a little higher, and sort of hung with one free hand from the wall above the window. He removed the falcon blade.

"Now to commit the first crime, breaking and entering..."

If one has ever put in a window, you'll see that the wood around it is not exactly the strongest when it's on an upper floor. Especially when it's one of those windows that slides up. But the wood isn't the weak point. It's the space between the windows. He put the blade there between the space between the two windows, and pushed it through. This bent things out of shape. Of course he was careful not to make any noise, yet quick to avoid being discovered.

"Now to make a small cut."

He cut a small hole in the glass and top of the upper window. Then carved around it. Quickly, he cut up bit by bit of glass, and let it drop inside onto the carpet. With one fluid motion, he vaulted inside, landed on his feet, and looked around in the darkness. Nothing but the usual. A family room, tv, sofa, and such. But by looking at the family room, he discovered that there was only one person living there. A woman. Her name was Kimberly Raleigh, and she was a college student at the University of LA.

How did he learn all this? Her bills were lying on the sofa, and the pad didn't smell of any other people. Just a woman.. and a stranger. Hmm....

Valekin proceeded into the bedroom area, and twisted open the knob of the door. She was in there, sleeping, and so was the stranger. Her.. boyfriend maybe? Or maybe just a sinful one night stand? Either way, he went in silently. Then the man's senses kicked in.

"Who the hell---"

Only the metallic sound of the knife meeting him right under the Xiphiod process, which is part of your sternum. Vale twisted the knife, and pulled, ripping the bone out, which flew across the room. Needless to say, he died right there. The maniac reached into his body and ripped out his heart with those claws, and took a bite out of that pump. Waiting for her to notice him.

[Winters]

Insatiable Delight

A whirl and a jump, and the ground fell away, the sudden brick suddenly taking up the entire view. Such long, sharp claws, capable of cuts and slashes.

"I'm sure something is dawning on you now my smart friend."

..Yes indeed...

Quietly, Jonathan watched. Sitting down in the chair, leaning forward onto his cane, as his partly opened eyes watched. But, there was no one around. Guard slightly left down.

A little smirk let itself go, as he watched the masterful Mr. Kaluskov suddenly go one-handed, the assassin watching everything carefully as Jonathan Winters did, unsheathing a blade.

"Now to commit the first crime, breaking and entering..."

Ah. Good. Good. The man knew what he was doing and what law he was breaking. The knife quickly plunged forth, into a little crevice between the wood and the.. what? A slight eyebrow raised, the smirk growing into a devious little smile.

"Now to make a small cut."

Wonderful self-narrations, Mr. Kaluskov. And such a wonderful presentation of the 'product' in question in action.

"Ja... ja... Schnitt."

But Jonathan had to be careful not to blink. Mr. Kaluskov's eyes were whirling around checking everything, a sense of professionalism, confidence, and ability, yet that sense of caution and instinct. With artful little cuts, the glass plopped to the ground, Jonathan watching with all his being, feeling the intent. So obviously there.

Kill.

Kill.

Kill.

Flexibility, constant motion, Kaluskov quickly whirled into the room, with the sound just barely above a mouse's dying squeak. The eyes were whirling again, and it caught quick glance of papers among other things. But Jonathan's eyes were catching them to.. if only slightly. A glimpse of a name of a person. Kim... Ral....iegh?

Quickly, quickly, quickly, going through the bedroom, almost as if in a manner of knowing his way around it, yet quiet as a mouse, quiet as a mouse. The gentle pitter-patter of his feet, as he made his way through in a fleeting matter. Grace. Speed. Ability.

The little smile had grown into a grin.---

Reaction! A man in the room!

"Who the hell---"

Jonathan could not see this man, until now, would not have known, since his eyes were not as adept when looking into the darkness. But it was a cat quickly killing a mouse, no time for foreplay, a surgical attack, silencing the man from further noise. Pity. But, saved from an old death? Saved from Alzheimer's disease? From dying in another matter? Perhaps we've done you a favor child. Thank me, when we meet in Heaven. And send your regards to Kaluskov, if he bothers to travel between Purgatory and Heaven, every now and then.

The bone went flying.. and those hawk-like claws went plunging into the chest, tearing through the weak ribcage, and pulling out that major primary vessel, as blood dirtied the sheets, and ruined the carpet. What was that, only just barely beating in Mr. Kaluskov's hands? Why, my good sir. That's the young man's heart.

Teeth were bared.

And the eyes twinkled.

This was the man he was looking for.

THIS was the man he had been searching for. Who Thrush was not, and could not be, no matter how much he had trained, only useful as a mere thug, this man was something more.

Now then.

..Scream little girl.

Scream.

Let me hear you shriek. Scream for Mr. Kaluskov.

And let me fall in love with that beautiful terror in your eyes...

[valekin]

The woman stirred. Vale took another bite. She rolled over, and he placed the heart in her hands. Letting the warm blood seep into the sheets, as he moved to sit in a chair right next to the dresser. He pulled the man's body closer to him, and sliced off his biceps brachii, holding it in his right hand, carving slivers of the raw muscle with the knife, and popping them into his mouth. Like it was an apple.

Finally she woke, and screamed. The heart bounced and ended up under the bed. She was sobbing uncontrollably.

"Shhh shh shhh shhhhh. If you scream, I'll just have to kill you like your friend here."

That's when she noticed him. The cannibal killer. She started to cry uncontrollably. Screaming mental prayers, pleading for her life silently. He kept slicing, and chewing. He was a little hungry. And he'd satsify himself with the male's muscles, and internal organs if he was that hungry.

"This was completely random you see. I have nothing against you, and nothing against him. So, because you didn't bring this onto yourself, I'll only kill you if you don't follow my instructions to the letter. Your friend here."

He kicked the dead body, sanguinal fluid seeping into the floorboards.

"Decided to retaliate. As noble as that was, it got him killed. So I'm going to give you a pair of choices. And you'll have to choose one. Either you jump out that window, and fall several stories into an alley, which would be a quick death. Or you take a chance, and follow my instructions to the letter."

She sniveled in fear. Sobbing, and as the time went by, he grew more and more impatient. She was scared out of her mind, neither choice looked like it would be safer than the other.

"Tick tock, dearie. Tick tock."

[Winters]

The Happiest Sadist

"Shhh shh shhh shhhhh. If you scream, I'll just have to kill you like your friend here."

There was... delight. Delight in the fright. The woman was screaming. And that my friends is what we call pleasure. Fingers tightened over each other, threatning to crush his own hands upon themselves.

"This was completely random you see. I have nothing against you, and nothing against him. So, because you didn't bring this onto yourself, I'll only kill you if you don't follow my instructions to the letter. Your friend here."

So, so, so, so, SO many good feelings passing through his system right now. Hunched over his chair, as he watched with utmost delight. Better then a simple killing. A matter of what this man, this Mr. Kaluskov was capable of doing.

The body kicked, disgraced for its defeat, the owner weak. The screen of the TV turning wherever Kaluskov looked, Jonathan catching onto how quickly this man reacted, in general...

"Decided to retaliate. As noble as that was, it got him killed. So I'm going to give you a pair of choices. And you'll have to choose one. Either you jump out that window, and fall several stories into an alley, which would be a quick death. Or you take a chance, and follow my instructions to the letter."

"Tick tock, dearie. Tick tock."

'Dearie'. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. A word he hadn't heard used in the longest of times. This man was a genius! Out of some strange horror book. So capable as a man of inspiring fear, with the mind games. Woman, how will you react to this man? This man who threatens you with a fate of taking away your life?

Hahahahahaha... I'm starting to sound more and more like "Thrush", aren't I?---

..Something must be wrong with the equilibrium...

[valekin]

She noticed that he left the door open. An opportunity dawned on her. She was going to run for it, and hope that someone would call the cops. But he knew that already, her eyes darting back and forth gave it away. She didn't think he could see as well as he could in the darkness. She leaped from the bed, soaked in her lover's blood, and almost made it to the door.

But she clotheslined herself on his arm. Practically knocking herself out. She coughed, and gagged on the floor. He smiled down at her, and crouched. Grabbing her neck with his right hand. She was in total shock that he had gotten there before she did. But Winters wouldn't be, he had seen it through Valekin's eyes. So fast, he practically sunk his claws into the woodwork, a few seconds before clotheslining her. She never saw it coming.

"Nice try. I commend you for your will to live freely. I'll take it as you're choosing to listen to what I say, da?"

He held her up off the ground by the neck now, choking her quickly. As soon as she passed out, he dropped her to the ground, and slung her over his back, to carry her down.

"And now, we will watch my torture methods, when I get to my home."

--Sometime later--

Valekin had taken the lens out before bringing the girl to his home, by foot. He made good time, getting there long before dawn. He put it back in when he had her strung up in the middle of a room, covered in blood spatter, ruined corpses, and skeletons. Pipes were drenched, and chains were used as skeletal mounts. She hung from a chain, her feet barely off the ground.

"Rise and shine."

He waved smelling salts under her nostrils, and waited as she vomited, and awakened. First she was dispossessed, she couldn't tell where she was, or what had happened. Then it all happened to come down on her at once.

"Shhhhh, if you answer my questions truthfully. I'll let you go, and you can go back to reality. This nightmare will end. So cooperate, don't scream anymore, it has no purpose. No one can hear you."

[Winters]

Feed

"Nice try. I commend you for your will to live freely. I'll take it as you're choosing to listen to what I say, da?"

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...

Jonathan sat back, watching, enthralled. The woman had tried to escape! But caught so easily... obviously not a fighter-type at all. Nay, her specialty lay in speed, it seemed, so, aye, for her to try to utilize her strengths was of course natural, and in this case, futile.

"And now, we will watch my torture methods, when I get to my home."

Full scope. He'd been watching this whole time. His speed. The strength. The cleverness. He seemed invincible. And the woman was merely putty in his hands. And there, he left the building... leaving Jonathan---Where'd the picture go? For a while, Jonathan fancied that Valekin had turned it around, to go to some place, to 'hide' what he'd done. Or that he wanted to surprise Jonathan or something. But he waited. Took it a while..

* * * * * Later... * * * * *

Jonathan had nearly finished writing down his notes over Valekin. Ruthless. Quick. Efficient. Fairly strong. For whatever he lacked, he made up in tenacity and will---The picture came back onto the 'TV'.

"Rise and shine."

Well... this was... new. Granted. Happy that I can't smell the rotting things down in that basement... But what is this? Are those drugs he's waving under her nose?---

---....

I tell you, the slow uptake of that woman?

Priceless.

"Shhhhh, if you answer my questions truthfully. I'll let you go, and you can go back to reality. This nightmare will end. So cooperate, don't scream anymore, it has no purpose. No one can hear you."

Reality. The reality was that she was stuck in that 'dungeon', and he had every bit of power in his hands to kill her whenever he pleased, unless she played along.

I like where you go with this... Mr. Kaluskov.

[valekin]

"First question Kimberly. Are you Christian?"

She hesitated, which wasn't a good idea. He brought out the curved knife, and a blow torch. He turned up the torch, and the gas hissed, and he tapped it against a pipe, making a spark, and setting a flame. With the torch he started to heat the knife. She started to cry and sob, all over again.

"Just answer the question."

"Y-yes.."

"Good, that wasn't so hard was it?"

He was still heating the knife, and it was starting to turn a nice red. Then he set the blow torch on a short table near him, turning it down low to preserve gas.

"What does that have to do with anything?"

Slash!

She asked a question, that was against the rules. He cut her just under her left hip. Smoke billowed, and the flesh burned. The wound cauterized immediately. She screamed out loud, tears pouring out of her eyes.[/color]

"Don't speak unless told to. So you're a Christian."

"Y-yes."

"Are you a virgin?"

Now there was the real test. Oh this would be interesting to watch. How would she answer? With the truth? With a lie? Would he know if she lied? Was he just that sick to check? Or did he even need to check? There were other ways of knowing of course.

[Winters]

Yet...

"First question Kimberly. Are you Christian?"

Many proclaimed themselves to be. As to whether or not they truly acted as thus, however.. was...

"Just answer the question."

"Y-yes.."

Hesitation in proclaiming your faith? Has America really sunk so low? Her incessant crying was truly getting annoying. Was starting to wonder when Mr. Kaluskov would just use the knife already. But unfortunately, so far as he could remember (but then, Jonathan had been watching intently on Kaluskov's actions..), there was no means of communicating with him.

"Good, that wasn't so hard was it?"

Given the situation, this woman was scared and thinking even more incoherently then Jonathan originally had thought to give credit to her. In fact, it was kind of annoying... But then, Jonathan was acting somewhat strange right now. Was he?.. No. Impossible.

"What does that have to do with anything?"---

*SLASH*

...About fucking time... Jonathan sighed a little. The girl was screaming, and the yelling was incessant, but, it'd be necessary for the rest of this procedure to carry on.

"Don't speak unless told to. So you're a Christian."

"Y-yes."

"Are you a virgin?"

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

"KEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKE..."

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

[valekin]

"Yes."

She said calmly, he backhanded her the instant it came out of her mouth. She lied to him, that wasn't smart at all. Here was a man that held your life in his very hands, and you decided to lie to him? When was she going to realize that he was a psychopath, and lying to a psychopath wasn't advisable?

"That was for lying, because I know you aren't a virgin. You smell like a man's been all over you, and you smell like musk. What a hypocrite, sharing your body with someone you aren't devoted to, and isn't devoted to you. What a shame."

Blood dripped from her nose and mouth. She wouldn't die from that kind of hit, but she wasn't going to last long now anyway, she continued to lie, and defy him to the end.

"Are you doing this to me for God?! You're the hypocrite! Why are you doing this to me?!"

He cut her again, this time along her right shoulder with the heated blade. Her skin seared, and burned. The air smelt like burnt flesh, and he was enjoying her argument a bit. It made him laugh inside.

"Did I say I was a Christian? No, God had abandoned me, and my family when they needed him most. And their faith never faltered. For insulting my family, I think I'll skin you alive. How's that sound?"

She sobbed loudly, until he brought the knife across her back, shearing sliver, after sliver of integument. Cauterizing as he went along. She was being skinned alive, and yet the burns wouldn't be that bad, they'd just seal the blood vessels as he went. Soon, her back looked raw, and several strips of skin were sitting on top of a pipe of super heated steam. A part of the power generation system at the factory. The slivers sizzled and crackled, like bacon.

"Are you ready to cooperate? Or do I have to continue?"

[Winters]

OOC: >_> Since I'm not really the story teller here... I'm just going to make a rather quick one, so I can jump onto Thrush, and begin taking care of HIS posts. This is the only half-assed one I'll do on purpose.

Okay... So...

"Yes."

...Hoy.

"That was for lying, because I know you aren't a virgin. You smell like a man's been all over you, and you smell like musk. What a hypocrite, sharing your body with someone you aren't devoted to, and isn't devoted to you. What a shame."

She lies, he cuts, she lies again, he cuts some more. In terms of orchestration, he was showing ruthlessness, but honestly, Jonathan was hoping for a quickening of pace or something. But of only one important note... he didn't touch her like 'that'. No. If he was that type of 'man' (namely, a thug), she would've been raped a good few dozen times by now or something, instead of making her look physically ugly.

Observation.

Dare I say... I detect a 'weakness'? Or some morale fiber?

"Are you doing this to me for God?! You're the hypocrite! Why are you doing this to me?!"

Oh dear Lord. The blood was dripping and burning into cauterizations, but that was just STUPID.

Of course, Valekin obliged with another sweep of his knife. More screaming, etcetera.

"Did I say I was a Christian? No, God had abandoned me, and my family when they needed him most. And their faith never faltered. For insulting my family, I think I'll skin you alive. How's that sound?"

..Well, slightly bit of interesting information. And spreading it with someone who probably didn't give a shit. But then, this was probably just Valekin playing cat and mouse with her mind, or making for some cheapened conversation. After all, she wasn't really worth the time.

"Are you ready to cooperate? Or do I have to continue?"

Look, are you going to kill her, or not!?

Or maybe...

...Can you not stand to completely destroy a woman, until you've destroyed her image, easing your mind of instead of killing a woman, but just some hideous creature? Just biding his time? Morale fiber? He'd killed the guy right off.. not enough information for pure clarification but...

Does Mr. Kaluskov have a weakness for... women?

Of course, if that was the case, he'd probably make sure she was at least unrecognizable as a woman, before he killed her.

Jonathan yawned, sleepily.

Hoped Mr. Kaluskov hadn't forgotten his assigned mission. Bring back a body, dead or alive. And personally, he'd prefer it not to be bleed on him. And he was being somewhat messy, what with the tearing of the skin.

..Was Thrush getting turned on by this?...

[valekin]

"No, no, no, no, no."

"Suit yourself then."

Valekin didn't have a weakness for women. He was merely toying with her. He walked out of the room, down a hallway into a closet. He sorted through several containers of chemicals, and picked his favorite. Concentrated hydrochloric acid. He brought the container, and put some of the acid into a little squeezy bottle, just to make it all easier. When he got back into the room, he found her tugging at her chains. Since he captured her, she had grown more and more defiant.

"Those chains are carbon steel."

He said, grabbing her by the jaw with his left, squeezing it until it opened, and snapped just a little. Again she cried like a little pompom girl. He took the squeezy bottle, and shot acid right into her mouth. Instantly she began to sizzle. He shut her mouth by force, and massaged her throat, forcing her to swallow it. He repeated the process, then a hole burned through her chest, a small one, and then a hole burned through her completely, right out of the bottom of her body. Melting through her leg. Leaving bleached bone behind in some places.

"Too bad you aren't carbon steel."

She was dead, intact, but dead. He went back to the closet, and retrieved some Ammonia. He splashed that base onto the acid, and neutralized it.

"Shouldn't have lied. Oh well. I hope you're pleased with my methods. Because I could do a whole lot worse. Daresay, I have at least some class when it comes to this."

[Winters]

FINALLY

"No, no, no, no, no."

..Stupid mewling. Was actually growing bored with this.

"Suit yourself then."

And so, the T.V. screen followed him, as he got some rather strange liquid in a bottle. Eh. So, we're going to progress from here, then? ---The stupidity of this woman was nigh discernible. She'd just die as another statistic, some nameless number. Pulling on chains that aren't breaking? She'd only hurt herself.

"Those chains are carbon steel."

...I rest my case...

"Too bad you aren't carbon steel."

Acid? Oh, well my, my, that's original. ...Personally Jonathan wasn't really enjoying this bit as much, but it did prove his aforethought theory. Valekin would mutilate her, at the very least. He'd gone so far as to kill her while mutilating her, but, it alright---Down Thrush. Down.

"Shouldn't have lied. Oh well. I hope you're pleased with my methods. Because I could do a whole lot worse. Daresay, I have at least some class when it comes to this."---

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

"---YEAH! WHY DIDN'T YOU DRILL HOLES IN HER BACK AND FUCK IT UNTIL SHE GOT A BLOODGASM!?"

"Thrush.. d-don't---"

"I MEAN, I WAS GETTING ALL HOPPED UP AND HORNY OVER THIS TOO... THOSE HOLES ARE SO LARGE! I'D HAVE TO SQUEEZE THEM TOGETHER TO FUCK HER BODY HOLES PROPERLY NOW..!"

"S-SHUT U-UP!---"

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

---Jonathan sat, hunched over, eyes looking over the handiwork. A little smile still on his face. Best if he brought it back now. Though, I probably should have asked for the victim's social security number if I'd known he'd go this elaborate.. but oh well. No loss.

"W-Well d-done, Mr. Kaluskov..."

[valekin]

He followed the same procedure in bringing the body back to the apartment building he left Winters at. It took him around twenty minutes, with his insane driving and reckless abandon to get to the building, and park out back. He put the audio transmitter back on, and checked the feed. Then turned off the feeds for the visual transmission, and recording.

"Come on around back Mr. Winters."

Valekin said out loud, he stepped out of the car, and waited for Winters to come around. He had opened the trunk, and pulled the body out onto the concrete. No blood anymore, everything was burned shut. Cauterized for the purposes of transportation, to keep the evidence away from himself. Later, he'd take a UV lamp and sweep the trunk and his car, and clean it all up. Also from out the back of the car, he removed a large trash full of Lime. Perfect for taking the body down to the bone. Disposing of it completely.

"Shouldn't have lied to me."