M- American Psycho

Mars Bartholomew Russo · 06-10-2011, 08:31 PM

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Date: 06 June (backdated)

Setting: Whisper Beach

Time: dusk

Character Form:Optime

Character Mood: vengeful/time-retarded

Thread Direction: Hurricane murders his fourth victim

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WARNING This thread contains: graphic sexual content, graphic violence, or extremely offensive material starting with the only post in this thread. Reader discretion is advised.

OOC: This is a read only where Hurricane attacks and kills Darkness Castor-LaRue.

Hurricane had been able to awake from his long slumber once again, he found it harder and harder to stay awake lately, but once the man was awake, he planned on making the best of it. He was feeling very violent at the moment, because of this predicament that he had been in. First of all, when the man had woken up, there had been a new place he had been laying, he was not in that musical place anymore, he could tell because the scent was different. The clothing he had on was different as well, the bloodied pants were not his, and he had to change out of whatever the bullshit he was wearing was (which was only Mars' black leather jacket and his black jeans) and into his white, bloodstained jeans that he was known for walking around in. He looked hard for the location of his needle bat and once he had found the weapon, he had left the house where he had woken up from. He left too quickly for him to even recognize that the tailless woman he raped was present in the house, along with the offspring that the rape had created. They were the lucky ones. They did not know what would be happening tonight, and they would not need to ever know, and hopefully they did not ever find out. Their mother had been a smart one though, and she would know as soon as Mars would return with fresh blood and ash on his body.

Hurricane did rush off though before anyone had been able to lay eyes on the beast of a man, (he even walked differently in his optime form than Mars did.) him leaving the pack lands and going to the east, where there was a beach. Hurricane found himself at the beach many times in the last few months of reigning terror, but he never seemed to notice that he was on the beach almost every time he attacked some poor individual. Only once or twice he had found himself in the city, or in the forest. The man was slower with his gait once he was out of the pack lands, his bat dragging against the sandy earth, the shifting of sand beneath his feet and his bat being heard in the air. He had walked alone, on the beach for some time until there had been contact with another from far away. The other male had called the attention of the tri-colored man. The icy blue eyes of the demon that resided in the body of the Russo had looked into the mismatched eyes of the other male. "Hello! My name is Darkness! the dark colored man had told Hurricane, who barely listened. All he heard really was "darkness", so he had assumed quickly that darkness needed to be annihilated so that the sun could come back out, so the light could be found. Darkness was the reason it was so dark right now outside, after all, it had to be around noon, right?

Hurricane did not say a word to the other man, whom would cock his head innocently at Hurricane. uhm...Hello, sir? the pebble collector had spoken yet again to the bat wielder. Hurricane held a blank look on his face as he stared at the darkness of the male who had taken the sun away. Darkness needed to be killed, and Hurricane was the only one around to do it. Darkness seemed nice, for he kept on trying to get a reaction by smiling at Hurricane and doing cute puppy-like things, even though the man was an adult. The other male's tail wagged behind him, while Hurricane's was stock still, his body slightly tensed as he watched the man and his actions. Darkness was the only thing that Hurricane can think about, and how it was unjust for it to be night when it was supposed to be day (he is really that fucked up when it came to what time it was) and since the man's name was Darkness, then he must have been the reason that it was all dark out here. How dare you make it dark out here.. the man snarled. The dark male had cocked his head the other way, confused about what the other had said to him. Hurricane had been unclear, and to any sane person, Hurricane would have seemed 'off' to them. Darkness was confused, obviously since there had been a dumb, puppy-like look going over his dumb face. Hurricane was not fooled by the innocent 'act' that Darkness had been playing with him, and so Hurricane took his nailed bat and lifted it to his shoulders and then he swung it at the other male. Darkness had seen the bat lifted, and turned to jump a few paces back, but ended up being clipped in the shoulder by the swinging bat, and he fell to the ground trying to hurry away from the male. Hurricane did not identify the fear that was on Darkness' face as he re-approached with his bat lifted over his shoulder, the other male's blood dripping from it from the moment where the bat clipped fur and flesh and ripped it from it's owner.

Hurricane barely delayed. Darkness did whimper and shuffle away as fast as he could, even trying to get back up and run away. This did not happen because of Hurricane's consistent swinging that had come once he had tried to stand back up. The bat got him right in the shoulder blade when he was turned away from Hurricane as well, which had made him pause and hold his shoulder instead of trying to get away. I'm Hurricane he had a thing about confessing his name to his victims before he executed them, and when he had said these two words he swung his bat at the male's head, crushing his skull in, and ultimately ending his life. The male fell to the ground completely, the nailed bat stuck in his skull, his breathing labored and then slowed as the body began to realize that it could not live anymore. Hurricane took the bat and yanked it out, and delivered another final blow to the man's face, crushing it to where it was unrecognizable.

The sick man was not finished though, for he had other plans for this man and his body still. His pelt was silky and black, and frankly, Hurricane took a liking to it so he had decided to drag the body to where he would be able to get the pelt and then burn the body. He took the man by the hind legs, and he dragged him along, having slight trouble because of the size of the beast, and leaving a blood trail where-ever he had dragged the man to.

His place of choice had been an abandoned cave that was off of the beach somewhat, and he had dragged the warm body to that cave and he started to carve the flesh starting at the neck and working his way over the length of the being, and making sure that he got it to where he would be able to just tie the man's arms around his neck and the pelt would stay there. He had destroyed the pelt of the man's head so he didn't even bother with trying to get it for a "hood" of sorts. He didn't care, he just liked the pitch of Darkness' pelt. He would make sure to keep the name to the pelt though, he would make sure of this. Now he would be able to really be completely black when he attacked others. Now he would look really like Hurricane. The only thing he would need to do next was to dye his hair and then he would be perfect. That would be his next mission, to be nice enough to someone to get his hair dyed. Hopefully he would be able to without wanting to take the other being's head off. It'd probably be best if it was a woman who did it for him.

Hours would pass before the man would finish carving the skin from the other's muscles, and when he had finished, he moved to hang it up and then he had went out and fetched some fire wood so that he could burn the rest of the remains. When he would come back to the dead body that was nothing but bone and muscle and organs, he had built a tower of sticks around and over it and then he had found himself some flint and he worked at starting a fire. It took him awhile to do all of this as well, already being out past 3 hours, just about the longest time that Hurricane got to have in the body. This was only proof that Hurricane was getting stronger. This was not good news for Mars Russo, nor for Bartholomew Cubbins. this was for goddamn sure. If Mars ever did find out that it had been Hurricane stealing time more so than Bartholomew, all hell was sure to break lose within the man's mind.

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