"...The victim showed the same injuries that 8 previous cases had. They had a large gash across their nose, and their tongue was cut out. The police are saying that the slash across their nose may have been done by the culprit to mark them, to show that they were his victims..."
Anders shivered as he walked down the road. He was in a rather bad mood, because his car had decided to break down when he went to leave work, and Dawn had already left. It was no use calling any of his brothers, because they wouldn't want to come pick him up anyways. So he relented and decided to return home on foot, because he didn't want to wait for a tow truck to arrive. But now as he continued walking down the dark streets he was immediately regretting this decision. At least there were cars passing by every so often so he didn't feel so creepily alone. He really shouldn't be out at night with all the creepy shit that has been going down. It was all over the news, how could anyone not miss it?
"...We strongly urge everyone to stay inside after dark, and if you must go out, stay in groups. Make sure to stay in well-lit areas where there are plenty of people. Parents should keep an eye on their children so they may stay safe as well. There seems to be no pattern to who this culprit chooses as their victims, so do not think you are exempt..."
And of course the area Anders had to pass through was extremely dark. But at least he was almost home, and then he could quickly barricade himself in his home and then drink and watch shitty movies like he always did when he got some alone time. Anders shivered again, and then paused for a moment. He swore that there was sound just a minute ago. He stared around, and made a slight noise just to make sure he didn't go deaf.
"Okay...I'm going crazy." He muttered to himself.
He was completely alone now, no cars passing by, and it seemed like every house had their lights off. Anders continued on, but paused again, quickly wheeling around and staring wildly around. He thought he had heard footsteps, and Anders was growing more and more paranoid by the second. He was freaked. The silence seemed to be pressing onto him from all sides. He just wanted to hear something. A bird, a car, even someone yelling fucking bloody murder.
He turned around and started sprinting, but his breath was quickly cut off as someone seized him from the back of his jacket and he was pulled roughly backwards until his head met with the concrete painfully. He let out a hiss of pain as he struggled. A man was practically sitting on top of him, much larger and heavier than Anders. He couldn't move his legs at all, so he was stuck. He screamed as the man pulled out a long sharp kitchen knife and grazed it across Anders' nose. He realized who it was. He started shrieking for help, but his voice seemed to grow quieter and quieter until he was completely silent.
That shocked him. Why wasn't he making any sound? How the fuck was he going to get away now? But how did that even happen? But then he momentarily locked eyes with the man above him, and he felt something strange. Then he realized.
That man was a god. That fucking psycho man who cut out people's fucking tongues was a god just like Anders was. He was like no god he'd ever seen. He had met some pretty fucked up gods, but this guy took the cake for it. He smirked at Anders.
"So you're Bragi then?" His voice was low and raspy. "I've been waiting to catch my first god, and how lucky that it's one that relies on his voice to use his powers." He grazed over Anders' nose again.
Anders gave a silent whimper at the stinging pain. He could feel blood trickling down his face. He wished he could scream, call out, make any noise possible. But he couldn't. This man clearly had power over sound, and it didn't take a genius to know that he was probably Hoenir, the silent god. It seems like he was doing some silencing himself. And before Anders could even try to think of a way to escape, his head was pressed back onto the concrete, and the knife was now pressed into his skin just under his left eye. His mind was screaming at him from the pain, and it grew worse as the knife was heavily dragged across his nose, warm blood now gushing out of the wound and into Anders' eyes, causing even more stinging pain. It was dripping down his face and into his mouth as he let out silent screams. The coppery smell and taste of blood was invading his senses while he moved and twitch out of sheer pain.
His mouth was then held open and his tongue painfully pulled out. He could barely breath, and he felt dizzy. His vision was blurred and still stinging from the pain from the blood getting into his eyes. He closed his eyes and braced himself, and he felt the knife burrow into the flesh of his tongue.
He let out a piercing scream, and he passed out.