Recap

"...Somebody not only wanted this man dead--but they wanted to humiliate him as well" Holly picked up the small flower and offered a dry laugh.
"How cliche, we have a murderer with a calling card."
Mulch sighed, "This is gonna be a long night.

End Recap

-The Effects of Hatred-

The Zombie House - Tuesday Dec. 13
11:45
The stereos we pounding in sequence, the bass flowing loudly behind the rest of the melody. A fog of some kind had filled the room. Probably smoke, one more for death by cancer, or brain damage. As always was the scenes of these underground 'raves', if that was what you called them. Artemis did not know, nor did he care, he came because Juliet said he need to live alittle, have some fun. And he had heard that this type of place, a club if you will, was were to go if you wanted that. Though, his sources could have been wrong, he wouldn't have been able to fairly make that judgement.

Most people were doing something that could almost be called dancing, but it was closer to insane thrashing and wrecklessly bouncing around. Artemis was pretty sure that much of what went on here was less than proper. The stench of sweat and drugs was potent in this room. The oddly colored lights flashed endlessly, making the motions of the people below seem even more misshapened and dragged out. It was almost hypnotic...

tension around the throat,
makes the bad times go away,
images of a bullet,
let me last another day.

The lyrics washed over him, hearing but not really listening, he began to realize why the people were moving so choatically. It was supposed to do that, to make you loose control. Not something he was used to and not necessarily something he liked, but it was something he could live with. Maybe Juliet was on to something, not much but someting nun-the-less

make shift blue noose;
but baby it cant be loose.
you say you wanna swim,
so dive right the fuck on in.

...wait, what?

Haven
Another dead, same manor as the first. Same calling card, same stupid flower. The latest man, the third in total to have this type of death, had been a a bit of a nobody, he led a simple life and minded his own business. Holly wondered if the old man even had a family left for his funeral expenses. She began to think that maybe, these deaths weren't about getting back at these people, maybe it was something much more sinister than that. She shook her head and when back to taking notes, the only disturbance was the light from mulch's camera and the sounds of the city.

"Holly, you don't think this is for..." Began the Dwarf. But he wouldn't bring himself to finish. "For fun, do you?" The elf stood silently staring at the body, chewing on her bottom lip. Her eyes were lock to the ground, deeply concentrating, perhaps on something that lay hidden beneath them. "I think," She stated, ever-so solemnly, "that thats a strong possiblility."

melody of madness
and your god keeps on trukin'
like a redneck fucker,
what the hell am i talkin' bout-
about mindless machines,
and highway death scenes.
oh baby mayhem,
this is exactly what it seems.

"Let hope its not the right one."

blehkkkk.
xxx