Paulina comes rushing into the room, her eyes wide as she notices how angry the male before her appears. She can see his eyes have turned green, flashing brightly in the dim room but she approaches him none the less. "All this shouting and running about, what's happened?" Dan snarls, turning from her as his eyes revert to a bright blue.
"I had him," he hisses as he looks down at his hands. "And then-" Paulina interrupts him, almost seeming unconcerned with his reason for being so upset.
"The sailor busted in, I know, I saw them both running down the street and I said-" His blue eyes flash to green again at her meaningless prattle, but he doesn't turn to her, no he walks toward the window with a sneer twisting his lips.
"I had him!" he raged, his hands closing in fists at his side. "His throat was bare Beneath my hand!" Paulina doesn't know what is happening. Sure, she knew that he was in rage that his plan was interrupted, but he would get his chance again. It was only a matter of time. She walks closer to him, hoping to calm him down.
"There, there, dear. Don't fret-" She is cut off when Dan turns his green gaze on her, his power flickering around him even as he tries to tame it, though his anger is clouding his mind. She now takes a step back, but only one as she watches him.
"No, I had him! His throat was there, And he'll never come again!" the dark haired male bellowed, his voice sure to be heard by the people outside, or even the kid that was downstairs drinking the gin left in his company. She needs him to calm down.
"Easy now. Hush, love, hush. I keep telling you-" Again she is cut off, the male before her to pissed off to listen to what she has to say. She knows that his anger is just simmering at this point, the look in his eyes promising death to anyone near him.
"When?!" he hisses, his gaze settling on her.
"What's your rush?" she inquires. She has kept him from his goal, even with her standing by his side with no fear at what he had planned to do just above her head.
"Why did I wait? You told me to wait!" He walks away from her, his skin tinting with a slight blue color, his raven hair flickering with strands of white as his anger grows, the demon inside of him yearning to be let free. "Now he'll never come again!" He looks out the window, his heart pounding as the darkness in his heart, all the years that he has been kept locked away from his loved ones, boiling over. "There's a hole in the world Like a great black pit and it's filled with people who are filled with shit," the male spits, his voice filled with hate and malice. "And the vermin of the world Inhabit it." A smirk twists his lips, but this twist isn't just the telling of his plan for the ones that walk below him, but of a greater evil in his soul. "But not for long!" He looks to her, her teal eyes wide as he changes before her, his green eyes narrowed on her while his raven hair has gone completely white and almost ghost like in substance. He takes a step toward her as energy flickers in his hands, the green orbs just barely the size of a baseball, but the green of them is bright and reflects back at him from her wide orbs. "They all deserve to die! Tell you why, Miss Canal," he sneers with another step toward her. "Tell you why. Because in all of the whole human race, Miss Canal." He reaches for her, his hands still hot with the orbs of energy. They burn at her clothing, at her skin that turns red under his touch. He pushes her into the chair that her former husband had stayed in until his death. "There are two kinds of men and only two."
She leans back as the energy in his hand changes shape, that of a green blade that glitters with the energy it is made off. The heat that had been on her shoulders is now gone, well, moved from her shoulders while the heat from the blade rests close to her neck. She almost wants to hold her breath in, to keep the blade from nicking her skin, but she knows that will not stop the very pissed off male from killing her if he so wishes. "There's the one staying put in his proper place and the one with his foot In the other one's face!" He pulls away, Paulina's eyes clenched tight in fear of him doing the deed he is threatening, walking away from her as he takes his position back at the window. He is in anguish, his hair changing back to black even as his eyes retain their green tint. "Look at me, Miss Canal, look at you!" He isn't even seeing anything as he continues his speech, "No, we all deserve to die! Even you, Miss Canal, even I."
She cowers in the seat, her eyes now open as she watches him with a wary gaze.
"Because the lives of the wicked should be," he says, slashing his hand out, the energy dissipating in the air before him as he imagines his enemy before him. "Made brief." He moves back to Paulina's side, his energy gone, but the strength of his hands on her neck keep her from moving as he glares down at her. His skin is changing back to normal, the blue tint of death gone from his appearance. "For the rest of us, death will be a relief," he states, his voice low even as he rages on. "We all deserve to die!" As his hands tighten around her neck, her own skin changing color before him, he releases a howl of despair. "I'll never see Lily. No, I'll never hug my girl to me. He thrusts the Latina away from him, her face slowly returning to a more even tone while she coughs. He pays her no heed, his eyes reverting to blue as he sings about what his plans are. Slowly the anger in his tone changes to one of hate and revenge, the husky tones full of pain and misery at his own misfortunes and those of his family. His wife is dead, left alone in a time when she needed him and he was unable to protect her. His child about to be married off to the man who he done all this over greed and lust for her mother.
Dan turns on her, his eyes narrowed at her strange look, her gaze turning to the trunk.
"That's all very well, but what are we going to do about? she inquires, her booted foot kicking at the trunk where the body of the other barber lays, his body stiffening, the smell of death having yet to fill the room. He says nothing at first, the thought of how to do away with the evidence never coming to mind as he dreams of all the people he will kill, all the hundreds that will fall at his hands. "Listen! Do you hear me? Get a hold of yourself!" she bemoans as she strikes his cheek in frustration. Paulina knows that he is crazy, and that smacking him isn't the brightest idea she's had since taking him in, but she knows that now that there is a dead body in the space above her shop that she could end up going away like he had. He snarls at her strike, standing up, his eyes flashing green. He walks past her, past the trunk where the body lay, his body tired from the surge of his powers that he hasn't used in so long that they drain him rather quickly. The dark haired woman follows close behind, closing the door behind her as she rushes down the stairs to catch up with him.
They enter her shop, the small red headed boy gone. At first she worries about where he could be but upon the pair entering the parlor they find the small boy asleep on the couch before the fire, the bottle of gin sitting on the floor next to the boy. Pushing Dan back into her shop, away from the one that could cause it all to come crashing down should he realize what has not only happened to his master, but the fact that the man who had done it was still in the mood for more such killings. She pours Dan a tumbler of gin, hands it to him as he sits down at the table he had sat down at the first time he had entered the shop. He takes a big drink, his mind working on the puzzle of how to get rid of the body. "Now, we got a body molderin' away upstairs, what do you intend we should do about that?"
"Later on, when it's dark, we'll take him to some secret place and bury him," he says, seeming sure that even though they would have to wait that it would be a simple task to do away with the dead man. "After all, the man has no family, save for the young boy with him and even he isn't all that close to the bastard that was his master." She stood, pushing the curtain back to look outside the window. She paused in her thoughts, another thought coming to her at that moment. Dan was thinking about all the people he would be killing, all the bodies that he would have to hide and frowned at the thought that it would be hard to hide that many bodies when he noticed the gleam in her eyes as she turned to him.
"Seems a downright shame," she whispers, her eyes flickering to the shop on the other side of the street.
"Shame?" he askes, wondering if he should just go ahead and kill the Latina, especially if she thinks that murdering the male upstairs was a bad idea. She could turn on him, but at her next words he finds that she is anything but shamed at the death of the male in the trunk.
"Seems an awful waste... Such a nice plump frame he has..." she fades off with a thought of how to explain her idea. "Had." It doesn't sound right so she goes back to the word 'has'. "Nor it can't be traced." He raises a dark brow at her words, still slightly confused as to what she would want to do with the dead body and he is sure that is what she is talking about. "Business needs a lift and debts to be erased." A light enters his eyes as he begins to get it, the vulgar act that she is thinking of. "Seems an awful waste. I mean, With the price of meat what it is."
"Ah!" Though the thought is a sick one, he finds that the idea of doing this act would be far more permanent in the ways of removing any evidence.
"Take, for instance, Mrs. Mooney and her pie shop. Business never better, using only pussycats and toast." He took another drink of his gin, the drink burning his throat. "And a pussy's good for maybe six or seven at the most. And I'm sure they can't compare to all that one body, filled with fat and muscle, could make and even the taste of it. Dan smirked at that thought, though another part of him rolled over. He wasn't the man he was before, willing to kill and now he would compel the masses that had stood by as his wife was raped, to become cannibals, to become far more dark then they ever thought they could be.
"Miss Canal, what a fitting idea. Eminently practical and yet appropriate as always." He watched the woman before him, her smile one of pure evil, not that her evil would ever compare to his own. He would use her, use her as a lackey that would do as he asked. He could see the lust that had glittered in her eyes on several occasions, but he didn't want her in that way. He didn't want another soul in that way. He needed nothing, save for his revenge. "Ah, these are desperate times, Miss Canal, and desperate measures are called for." She goes to the counter and comes back with an imaginary pie.
"Here we are now, hot out of the oven." She holds the imaginary pie out to him with a sly and wicked smile.
"What is that?" he askes as he eyes the imaginary item. She looks past him as she answers.
"It's educator. Have a little teacher." He looks past her, his eyes falling on a male standing before what is obviously a school, the male is bald, his green eyes seem to look back at them, but he is obviously looking at a small child that is walking towards him.
"Is it really good?" he inquires with frown.
"Sir, it's too good, at least. He is ripe with knowledge and ready to serve the masses." Dan looks at imaginary pie before looking at the teacher standing there, his body rather portly.
"Awful lot of fat," he muttered.
"Only where it sat, though fat is good for flavor."
"Haven't you got poet or something like that?" His eyes turned to spot a gothic looking male, his lanky form leaning up against a wall as he reads a book about death.
"No, you see the trouble with poet is, how do you know it's deceased? Try the teach. He pretends to take a bite from the imaginary pie, his mouth curled up into a smile.
"Mmm, a little dry." They continue to talk about all the yummy meals that could be planned around his soon to be patrons and even more tastes that would vary from each body used to make her pies. The pair walks by the windows, each new male walking by talked about as if he were a meal just waiting to be tasted by his peers. Paulina smiled at the man next to her, still sure that she could convince him to be with her, even more than just a partner at his side. She wanted him, had since seeing him before he had been sent off to prison. She knew he had loved his wife, but with the other woman out of the way, he was free to enjoy a little romp with her. Dan reaches out, grasping a rather large butcher knife in his hand. Smirking at the reflection in the blade he could see the blood drip from it, the body laying behind him on the floor as it bled out. He turned to her, the blade coming to touch her neck where his fingerprints still stood out, red against the darkened flesh. "I'll come again when you have judge on the menu." She doesn't feel fear at this, no, she is sure that he needs her now to complete his plan. As he walks away from her, his gaze flashing at all the potential victims for them, he leans on the window, the blade of his knife flashing brightly. No one outside seems to notice as they all go about their business. Paulina joins him as they stare out the dusty pane. "We'll serve anyone and to anyone!"