Half of What I Used to Be
Shadow Knight
Chapter 4: Blood
Disclaimer: Okay, I lied. I don't own it.
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Falling like crimson tears. . .
That beautiful dripping scarlet. . .
Staining my hands in deepest of sins. . .
Tainting my tongue with fleshly blood. . .
Oh how sweet and enticing.
~
NOTE: NEXT CLUE UP! P.S. This can be based on either the anime or manga, or both together. The range of characters doesn't span VERY wide at all for this story, so if you're thinking it's someone like Shinnosuke or something, cross that off. Stick to basically people in Nermia.
~
They identified the body today. . .
As if I didn't know.
I held the newspaper in my hand as I walked outside. My eyes ran down the pages eagerly, eating up each delectably gory detail that the journalists were allowed to put in:
"According to the police coroner, the victim's body was mutilated. The murder was very precise and meticulous in the details of dissection. 'In terms of practice,' the coroner replied, 'this was the work of a person who took quite a bit of time in planning and execution of the hideous deed. Unbelievably precise.'
Based on information granted, the cause of death was probably the strangest of all the violence: Strangled.
With all the different types of mutilations and obscenities performed on the body, this simple, yet, brutal procedure was labeled strangely odd. Different cuts and incisions made in the flesh, hair yanked from the roots, broken and missing body parts. . . . yet. . . the cause of death was by simple strangling.
Whether the mutilations to the body were performed before or after the initial death of the victim is unsure at this moment, but the police will nevertheless be searching for this crazed kille-"
The paper's characters were suddenly morphed as I twisted the paper angrily in my fist. My teeth clamped tightly together as I tossed the paper into a trashcan with a snarl. Who did they think they were dealing with?! I was no common, crazed lunatic!
No. . . I had every reason to kill. . . not just for dark pleasures. .
The little idiot deserved to die. What I had done was being nice. . .oh. . . I could do worse. . .much. . much worse. . .
Looking up, I saw a clock hanging in a nearby shop. 2:00. Ah yes,. . . I better be going. . . mustn't be late. ..
With a grin, I pulled my black coat tighter over my clothes and combed my hair into place with my pale fingers. My shoes clacking along the sidewalk, I strode calmly as I hid the laughing devil inside me.
Naughty, but pleasurable thoughts ran through my brain. It sent a rupturing ripple of sensual happiness through me.
Oh how very, very naughty I was being. I must be better.
After all, I couldn't look too happy where I was going.
No one was happy. . . at a funeral.
~
My eyes danced over the ebony clothes fluttering in the cold wind. Pale faces were numerous in the gloomy cloud, faces torn with tears. A sniffling and low moaning ran rampant.
How foolish they were! Crying over the little idiot! And yet. . .their agony was oddly soothing and wonderful.
Their cries sent chills down my spine as a strange ecstasy ran through my body. My blood boiled inside my veins with a whispering of erotic desires and scorched my skin. Oh! Hands twitching, I contained my fingers and closing my eyes I stopped and breathed in deeply.
No. . . I couldn't. . . Stop! I. . .Oh! What pleasure! What euphoria! I drank in the pain and suffering with a hunger I thought I never had! It tasted so sweet on my lips! My heart beat against my chest madly as adrenalin coursed through me like a drug.
Oh damn this blissful darkness!. . . I had to contain it! I bit the flesh of my bottom lip sharply, drawing forth a small blossom of blood in my mouth.
This. . this beast that ran rampant through me had to be caged!
Nails digging into my palms, I tried to distract myself from the pleasure. Slowly, I gained control over my drugged senses, the pain in my lip becoming eminent.
Carefully watching the crowd, I licked my bottom lip with slow pleasure.
The mask of sympathy was slipped on easily as I slipped closer within the shivering crowd. I nodded with false condolence, careful not to touch any of the dirty, sniveling souls. The previous source of pleasure suddenly became putrid and disgusting.
How revolting these people were! If they had even a sliver of what their "lost beloved" truly was, they too would be burning with the urge to kill.
Being a bit late. . and perhaps a bit too caught up in my fantastic delights. . . , I missed a few lines that were spoken. But I caught the last few.
". . . was a wonderful person. Never meant anyone any harm. . . It is sad that we have lost this pure soul. May this poor soul rest in peace."
The mourners seemed to echo in a dead voice after him. "Rest in peace. . ."
A few more roses were tossed into the hole, littering the glossy surface of the coffin lid. It was silent as a few left, some staying.
Yes. . . I thought silently with a fervent urgency. . . leave. . .leave. . .
Suddenly a man stepped from the crowd. At the moment I saw his well- tailored clothes, I knew who the bastard was. Yes, I knew that rich bastard. I couldn't stand him.
To others, he may appear a chivalrous and mournful character, but I knew his lies. The fool thought himself noble, but he was just a thick-headed idiot.
His jacket lapels flapping in the bitter wind, he came forth and pulled a long, wooden weapon from his side. A bokken. . . With a deep breath, he bent to his knees and let the bokken slide from his fingers and hit the coffin, thudding dully.
Stepping back, his eyes looked wet.
I hated fake people.
If he was alone with me, he wouldn't last very long. First his "poetical" tongue would go, a quick slice would do away with that. . . Oh yes. . . Then his eyes, gorged and removed. . .What fun that would be!. . . Oh! But it certainly would be a bloody mess wouldn't it?! Yes. . . that would attract too many eyes. . . Naughtiness would need chastisement. . .
And oh. . . how naughty I was being! No, that wouldn't be very good. . . no. . .
Very naughty indeed. . .
Suddenly, the man leading the service bowed deeply, others following with closed eyes in respect. Ha! Damn them, it didn't matter. If they wanted to give their last sympathies to the bastard, so be it.
After the last members left in a moaning crowd, a beautiful chorus of pure agony and despair. . . Beautiful to the ears. . .
With the mourners gone, I was now completely alone. . . .
An angry form began forming on my face as I crept closer to the coffin. This so called "innocent soul" had been close to destroying me. The little idiot was about to expose me, always trying to get more out of me. I let myself down into the open grave. Bending down, I wrapped my fingers around the top edges and open the casket top. There laid the fool, a mutilated shell.
My eyes ran hungrily down the broken stitches, freshly sewn. The black thread was crusted with dried blood, the color of rust. A broken smile, hastily sewn together, smiled up at me. Fake strands of hair laid strewn about on the silken lining of the coffin. The clothes covered up most of the missing pieces of flesh or the large gashes, but not the face.
Reaching down, I couldn't resist any longer, and touched the closed eyelids. They slid underneath my touch. Even before the synthetic material brushed against my fingers, I knew the eyelids were fake.
After all, . . . those were some of the first things to go.
Grasping one eyelid, I lifted it up with morbid curiosity. A black hole glared against the pale skin of the face enabling me to see inside. I smiled as the eyelid slipped from my grasp and snapped shut.
So they didn't replace the eyes. . . Good. . good. .
My eyes ran silently down the face, absorbing every cut stitched up, every bruise disguised with corpse makeup, every burn cleverly hidden. . .
Leaning down, I reached my hand underneath the thin neck and lifted the body toward me slightly. The corpse makeup glistened in the pale sunlight. Deftly, I swept my fingers along the cold face. Then, closing my eyes, I bent down and met my lips with the corpse's.
A muffled laugh escaped my lips as the stitches tickles my face.
Drawing back, I smiled darkly. "The thought of you dead always turned me on. . ."
Withdrawing my hands, I let the body fall back into the coffin. Jumping back out of the hole, the lid slammed shut. My feet planted on the edge, I dug into my pocket and withdrew my knife. I looked at it for a second, admiring its tarnished surface, crusted with blood. Then, I threw it at the coffin, letting it clatter noisily on the surface.
"Good-bye, you damn fool."
Turning, I walked off from the funeral grounds, a pleasant smile stretched on my face.
~
Well? How'd you like it? This took me a while to come out with. I know that others are waiting for me to update Broken and Dancing in the Dark, but I have a conviction set for myself to try and add a new chapter to every story before starting one for another. And because I haven't updated this one, I've been working on it. Well, I know it isn't the best, and I originally was going to give a little more to help you guess who the victim was, but I found some problems and had to change that.
Anywho, I hope you all enjoyed it. But it's sad because I'm starting to run out of insults and find myself repeating a lot of them. I ask that you forgive me for this. -_-. . . But I have to use ones that don't give away the sex of a character. So, if I get a little repetetive with those, please forgive me.
Well, I can tell you now, after reading some reviews, some of you are right, and some of you are wrong on the victims. But all in all, some have definitely guessed who the murderer is. But it's weird, nobody's really guessed who the victim is. Ah well. -_-. .
ONCE AGAIN!, thanks for reading this and I hope you'll be so kind as to review either with a guess, compliments, or even flames. But the thing is, if you flame me, please tell me what I'm doing wrong. I appreciate that because I like to improve them, not just feel bad about them. Thanks a bunch. ^_^
Until next time,
Ciao. ^_~
Shadow Knight
Chapter 4: Blood
Disclaimer: Okay, I lied. I don't own it.
~
Falling like crimson tears. . .
That beautiful dripping scarlet. . .
Staining my hands in deepest of sins. . .
Tainting my tongue with fleshly blood. . .
Oh how sweet and enticing.
~
NOTE: NEXT CLUE UP! P.S. This can be based on either the anime or manga, or both together. The range of characters doesn't span VERY wide at all for this story, so if you're thinking it's someone like Shinnosuke or something, cross that off. Stick to basically people in Nermia.
~
They identified the body today. . .
As if I didn't know.
I held the newspaper in my hand as I walked outside. My eyes ran down the pages eagerly, eating up each delectably gory detail that the journalists were allowed to put in:
"According to the police coroner, the victim's body was mutilated. The murder was very precise and meticulous in the details of dissection. 'In terms of practice,' the coroner replied, 'this was the work of a person who took quite a bit of time in planning and execution of the hideous deed. Unbelievably precise.'
Based on information granted, the cause of death was probably the strangest of all the violence: Strangled.
With all the different types of mutilations and obscenities performed on the body, this simple, yet, brutal procedure was labeled strangely odd. Different cuts and incisions made in the flesh, hair yanked from the roots, broken and missing body parts. . . . yet. . . the cause of death was by simple strangling.
Whether the mutilations to the body were performed before or after the initial death of the victim is unsure at this moment, but the police will nevertheless be searching for this crazed kille-"
The paper's characters were suddenly morphed as I twisted the paper angrily in my fist. My teeth clamped tightly together as I tossed the paper into a trashcan with a snarl. Who did they think they were dealing with?! I was no common, crazed lunatic!
No. . . I had every reason to kill. . . not just for dark pleasures. .
The little idiot deserved to die. What I had done was being nice. . .oh. . . I could do worse. . .much. . much worse. . .
Looking up, I saw a clock hanging in a nearby shop. 2:00. Ah yes,. . . I better be going. . . mustn't be late. ..
With a grin, I pulled my black coat tighter over my clothes and combed my hair into place with my pale fingers. My shoes clacking along the sidewalk, I strode calmly as I hid the laughing devil inside me.
Naughty, but pleasurable thoughts ran through my brain. It sent a rupturing ripple of sensual happiness through me.
Oh how very, very naughty I was being. I must be better.
After all, I couldn't look too happy where I was going.
No one was happy. . . at a funeral.
~
My eyes danced over the ebony clothes fluttering in the cold wind. Pale faces were numerous in the gloomy cloud, faces torn with tears. A sniffling and low moaning ran rampant.
How foolish they were! Crying over the little idiot! And yet. . .their agony was oddly soothing and wonderful.
Their cries sent chills down my spine as a strange ecstasy ran through my body. My blood boiled inside my veins with a whispering of erotic desires and scorched my skin. Oh! Hands twitching, I contained my fingers and closing my eyes I stopped and breathed in deeply.
No. . . I couldn't. . . Stop! I. . .Oh! What pleasure! What euphoria! I drank in the pain and suffering with a hunger I thought I never had! It tasted so sweet on my lips! My heart beat against my chest madly as adrenalin coursed through me like a drug.
Oh damn this blissful darkness!. . . I had to contain it! I bit the flesh of my bottom lip sharply, drawing forth a small blossom of blood in my mouth.
This. . this beast that ran rampant through me had to be caged!
Nails digging into my palms, I tried to distract myself from the pleasure. Slowly, I gained control over my drugged senses, the pain in my lip becoming eminent.
Carefully watching the crowd, I licked my bottom lip with slow pleasure.
The mask of sympathy was slipped on easily as I slipped closer within the shivering crowd. I nodded with false condolence, careful not to touch any of the dirty, sniveling souls. The previous source of pleasure suddenly became putrid and disgusting.
How revolting these people were! If they had even a sliver of what their "lost beloved" truly was, they too would be burning with the urge to kill.
Being a bit late. . and perhaps a bit too caught up in my fantastic delights. . . , I missed a few lines that were spoken. But I caught the last few.
". . . was a wonderful person. Never meant anyone any harm. . . It is sad that we have lost this pure soul. May this poor soul rest in peace."
The mourners seemed to echo in a dead voice after him. "Rest in peace. . ."
A few more roses were tossed into the hole, littering the glossy surface of the coffin lid. It was silent as a few left, some staying.
Yes. . . I thought silently with a fervent urgency. . . leave. . .leave. . .
Suddenly a man stepped from the crowd. At the moment I saw his well- tailored clothes, I knew who the bastard was. Yes, I knew that rich bastard. I couldn't stand him.
To others, he may appear a chivalrous and mournful character, but I knew his lies. The fool thought himself noble, but he was just a thick-headed idiot.
His jacket lapels flapping in the bitter wind, he came forth and pulled a long, wooden weapon from his side. A bokken. . . With a deep breath, he bent to his knees and let the bokken slide from his fingers and hit the coffin, thudding dully.
Stepping back, his eyes looked wet.
I hated fake people.
If he was alone with me, he wouldn't last very long. First his "poetical" tongue would go, a quick slice would do away with that. . . Oh yes. . . Then his eyes, gorged and removed. . .What fun that would be!. . . Oh! But it certainly would be a bloody mess wouldn't it?! Yes. . . that would attract too many eyes. . . Naughtiness would need chastisement. . .
And oh. . . how naughty I was being! No, that wouldn't be very good. . . no. . .
Very naughty indeed. . .
Suddenly, the man leading the service bowed deeply, others following with closed eyes in respect. Ha! Damn them, it didn't matter. If they wanted to give their last sympathies to the bastard, so be it.
After the last members left in a moaning crowd, a beautiful chorus of pure agony and despair. . . Beautiful to the ears. . .
With the mourners gone, I was now completely alone. . . .
An angry form began forming on my face as I crept closer to the coffin. This so called "innocent soul" had been close to destroying me. The little idiot was about to expose me, always trying to get more out of me. I let myself down into the open grave. Bending down, I wrapped my fingers around the top edges and open the casket top. There laid the fool, a mutilated shell.
My eyes ran hungrily down the broken stitches, freshly sewn. The black thread was crusted with dried blood, the color of rust. A broken smile, hastily sewn together, smiled up at me. Fake strands of hair laid strewn about on the silken lining of the coffin. The clothes covered up most of the missing pieces of flesh or the large gashes, but not the face.
Reaching down, I couldn't resist any longer, and touched the closed eyelids. They slid underneath my touch. Even before the synthetic material brushed against my fingers, I knew the eyelids were fake.
After all, . . . those were some of the first things to go.
Grasping one eyelid, I lifted it up with morbid curiosity. A black hole glared against the pale skin of the face enabling me to see inside. I smiled as the eyelid slipped from my grasp and snapped shut.
So they didn't replace the eyes. . . Good. . good. .
My eyes ran silently down the face, absorbing every cut stitched up, every bruise disguised with corpse makeup, every burn cleverly hidden. . .
Leaning down, I reached my hand underneath the thin neck and lifted the body toward me slightly. The corpse makeup glistened in the pale sunlight. Deftly, I swept my fingers along the cold face. Then, closing my eyes, I bent down and met my lips with the corpse's.
A muffled laugh escaped my lips as the stitches tickles my face.
Drawing back, I smiled darkly. "The thought of you dead always turned me on. . ."
Withdrawing my hands, I let the body fall back into the coffin. Jumping back out of the hole, the lid slammed shut. My feet planted on the edge, I dug into my pocket and withdrew my knife. I looked at it for a second, admiring its tarnished surface, crusted with blood. Then, I threw it at the coffin, letting it clatter noisily on the surface.
"Good-bye, you damn fool."
Turning, I walked off from the funeral grounds, a pleasant smile stretched on my face.
~
Well? How'd you like it? This took me a while to come out with. I know that others are waiting for me to update Broken and Dancing in the Dark, but I have a conviction set for myself to try and add a new chapter to every story before starting one for another. And because I haven't updated this one, I've been working on it. Well, I know it isn't the best, and I originally was going to give a little more to help you guess who the victim was, but I found some problems and had to change that.
Anywho, I hope you all enjoyed it. But it's sad because I'm starting to run out of insults and find myself repeating a lot of them. I ask that you forgive me for this. -_-. . . But I have to use ones that don't give away the sex of a character. So, if I get a little repetetive with those, please forgive me.
Well, I can tell you now, after reading some reviews, some of you are right, and some of you are wrong on the victims. But all in all, some have definitely guessed who the murderer is. But it's weird, nobody's really guessed who the victim is. Ah well. -_-. .
ONCE AGAIN!, thanks for reading this and I hope you'll be so kind as to review either with a guess, compliments, or even flames. But the thing is, if you flame me, please tell me what I'm doing wrong. I appreciate that because I like to improve them, not just feel bad about them. Thanks a bunch. ^_^
Until next time,
Ciao. ^_~