...The prospect of insanity is more appealing than we like to admit...
The cards slipped in-between his figures as he shuttled the deck. Absentmindedly drawing a draw at random. The man flipped it over studying the card that faced him. The queen of hearts glared back at him.
The man brought the card to his lips... Maybe he could visit his queen...
Golden eyes flashed as he stared at the gallery before the card still resting on his lips as he took a step forward.
Hisoka wouldn't say he was worried when he discovered the artist missing – but he couldn't help the feeling of worry and doubt that crept into his system. Was it his fault she wasn't here anymore? had he pushed her too far? He shook the thoughts away as he ran a manicure hand though his red hair, golden eyes scanning the room.
A smirk overtaking the frown on his painted face, might as well snoop.
His smirk grows as he found a number of painting of him, somewhere interesting... a painting of a topless hisoka smirking with mischief at the viewer, another was a bloody mess of bodies with hisoka standing in the middle of the scene the ace of spades in his hand as he licked it. One of his face, the painting in different tones of red, with blood dripping down the frame and his face with a 3D affect – the only other colour was his golden eye. Then another of him, blood dripping down his body with what looked like his own cards ripping into his skin. The man in question could feel the Goosebumps rising as he looked at the painting, it felt like each of those cards were cutting into him deeper the more he looked.
But it was the eyes that caught his attention, golden eyes full of... Life, of emotions he thought he had buried long ago, or didn't even knew he had. Ripping his eyes away he continued to look about the room, spotting unfinished works. Other painting or drawing from what he could recognised as the hunter exam and even the greed island game.
As steps slowed to a stopped before what he guessed was her current work in progress, it was a throne on a hill of dead bodies. And on the thrown was a figure, the figure undistinguishable at the moment in time but it reminds him of...
"Hisoka, I'm serious this is not something to take lightly... I don't want to murder my friends accidently – give me my book back"
He had stayed with her for over two hours, before leaving her to hide in the trees surrounding them. He was watched her struggled, watched her twitching at the gains of sand slipped through the glass, along with her sanity.
He could feel the changes by her nen, it growing darker and darker as her twitching became more violent. She wanted to move, wanted to scratch away the feeling another reason for his nen to stop her from ripping her own arms apart.
Suddenly the twitching stopped, the air surrounds them grew still. Her head was lowered so hisoka couldn't see her face from this angle, but slowly she raised it a smile had grown – though it was much bigger than her usual small smiles.
She ripped away at the bungee gum, before staggering to her feet. Looking about with a confused expression, looking like a lost puppy trying to find its owner – or victim. Suddenly she started moving staggering and swaying on her feet arms limply by her side as she moved though the woodlands.
Hisoka followed closely in the trees as the artist lead the way to the sound of voices – making some sort of deal. He watched at the women before him paused listening before spring into action.
It was a group of 6, three on each side that was her soon to be victims. She appeared behind one of the men, her arm going thought his chest, the group looked towards her in shock as the body dropped towards the floor her arm soaked in blood the large grin becoming Cheshire like as she ran towards her next targets.
It was like watching a berserker ripping thought their enemies, Hisoka thought watching the show below. She had grabbed an arm and proceeded to kick at the main body till she had ripped the limb off - it wasn't a clean rip. It was brutal and painful. The man screamed in pain before dying due to blood lost. His own arm then being used to beat someone to death while another dropped like a bullet his neck twisted in an ugly snap – a vertebrae poking out of his ruptured skin.
The last two in a desperate attempt of revenge came for her, a few moments later they were both down. One blood-soaked hand gripped his throat, as blood dripped down between the gaps in his fingers. The look of horror dawning in his eyes as they stared at his local cords lying on the floor. The horror becoming permanent as the life drained away from him soon to be cold copse. The other man laid still unmoving on the floor, staring blankly at the sky above him - or that what he would see if his eyes hadn't been rushed into his skull and into his brain.
Sinea stood at the centre of it all had breathing rapid as blood dipped down her form, her nen twisting manically as red eyes looked over the carnage. She began to move the bodies into a strangely arranged pile. Using the blood as paint on the ground in strange patterns that hisoka couldn't make out.
"look she been missing! Our Sinea-chan been missing from her spot, as her fan club we need to make sure she's alright!" the voices grew closer, as hisoka raised an eyebrow, he knew about the club – Sinea's fans that watched her paint – he had seen a few and Sinea had mentions it before. she was their own little idol... well there were going to be in for a surprised, hisoka grinned, they deserve it Sinea was his and his alone.
Screams filled the area, as more bodies and limbs had been added to the growing hill. The hill of bloodied bodies stood tall, the limbs and blood making patterns at the bottom littering the ground and dying the grass red. But it was at the top of the hill that caught the hidden magician's attention. it was a strange shape almost looking like a chai-
"his-oo-ka!" a slurred voice called. Golden eyes snapped towards the artist. Sinea was looking around the woodland, eyes staying ground level as she looked about for the man, "his-oooka" she called again rising an arm pointing towards the top of the hill. She stubbled back, leaning against the tree, "hisoka.." her voice dropping in volume, "not finished..." she mumbled before she slid down the tree. Red stains on the tree joined the ever-growing pool of blood below her – though the magician couldn't tell whether it was her or not.
He crouched before the sleeping figure a grin growing across his face, brutal and beautiful. What more could he ask for? A cold steal of metal pressed up against his neck, "what did you do?" a voice dipping in venom growled.
"feitan how nice of you to join us"
Hisoka blinked away the memories, it was only later he discovered that never before in that level of insanity had she called out someone's name. The troupe that knew her believed, that in that zone she was mute and only wanted bloodshed – not even kuroro was safe yet she had called out hisoka name. His lips dipped in displeasure – if he hadn't been useful in returning kuroro nen the troupe could have killed him right there for believing he had done something to the artist – alas as much as he wanted to fight them... He didn't think sinea would approve as the current moment in time.
He looked back towards the painting, a plan forming in his head maybe next time he visits her in that stage... maybe not though, he traces his fingers along the mountain of bodies.
He smirked, now he needed to found out where hispreciousprincess is.
To be contiuned...
hi all!
good and bad news..
sooo coz of corona i am completely out of a job.. and im broke.. im pretty worried about the furture at this point, due to the shit hitting the fan. send help!
on the plus side it means i should have plently of time to write!
my plan is to try and complete the stories i currently have published... or at least the current archs...
and publish the start of my other stories... coz i have way too many in the works (just need to look at making covers) anyone good at that?
soo give us a shout at what you think of the chap or anything else!
lov ya all!
happy hunting xx
