Hey all!
I had this done and ready to go up before Halloween. But Livejournal, where I posted it originally, didn't save the Scott portion (I got the whole thing done, but the server blinked when I wrote it, so I ad to go back adn re-write it, and only had time for Rogue). So here it is, late, but in its entirety.
Warren glided through the clear, cloudless sky. The wind rushing over his wings made him feel powerful. Even more so when he remembered what he was on his way to do. A malicious smile played over his face, as he glided from hot air pocket to hot air pocket, in search of the prey he'd selected.
Rogue stood in the clearing that Warren had told her about in his note. She held the note, perusing it in disgust. He told her loved her, adored her, couldn't live without her in that note. It was insane. The note was frightening. She was afraid if she didn't come to this meeting he might come after her. And that would not turn out well for eithe party. She just had to set him straight, and then avoid him at all costs. It probably wouldn't be too hard.
In her paranoid state, Rogue was able to hear every sound made in the nearby woods. Which means that she heard Warren touch down, and turned to look at him, catching him a litlte off guard. He played it off well, though.
"Rogue. Oh, thank heaven you came. Just seeing your beautiful face has made my wretched exhistence that much more bearable for now." Warren said. His angelic form, compounded with his innocent and earnest expression convinced Rogue of his act. And she settled down a bit. This was Warren, after all. He'd taken the name Angel. Warren could see the arguement in her eyes. Too bad she wasn't extremely religious, or she'd know that angels are not the nice things most people suppose them to be.
"Warren, Ah. . . Ah think that maybe ya should try ta fo'get about me. Ya not in love, you're kinda scarry. Ah know that if you tried, you could stop this unhealthy desire."
Warren smiled. Rogue backed away from him. It didn't take being a rabid fan of Edgar Allen Poe to realize that his smile meant no good was going to come of her.
"Rogue, I've tried to stop. So many times. Why do you think Magneto wanted me? Not because I saved those people, for sure. He wanted me for my other skills." Warren said, still smiling. Rogue gave him a look that told him she was completly flummoxed. Which wsa a good thing.
While she was trying to figure out what he was talking about, Warren lunged for her. He caught hold of her arm, and pulled her to the ground. She screamed in fear, and tried to struggle abck to her feet. Warren dug his knees into her armpits, pinning both her hands with one of his, while he pulled out a very sharp heavy duty knife.
The first cut was always the hardest. He had to wiggle the knife around to get it in between her wrist bones, because he cuuldn't cut through the bone. He also had to make sure not to damage the hands. They were no good to him damaged, and there were no other hands that would be so soft and protceted, so mush like a china doll's.
The fact that Rogue was making noises that no human being should be making was drowned out by his want. He was used to getting everything he wanted. His father had been disturbed by his wanting human parts, but had supplied him. But Warren prefered this way. It was more personal, and he also had less shame thrust upon him by his father, who wasn't even close enough to drive up and yell at him in person, even if the second Warren had been inclined to.
When Warren finished one hand, he started immediatly on the other. Rogue was passing in and out of consciousness. Warren decided to just leave her to that. It did him no harm if she passed out, to be sure.
Finally, both hands were free of their owner. Just seeing her lovely, small hands in his own made part of Warren twitch in joy. He leaned down and passionatly kissed Rogue, who was crying whenever she was conscious. He rubbed his body against hers, trying to do something about the feeling that always come over him during times like this.
Rogue was soon freed of her clothing. Warren had never realized that a whole human body, when suitably bloodied, could be as sexy as parts of one. He unzipped his pants, and Rogue began pleading again. He Shushed her with another searing kiss, rubbing her bloody wrists against her body, spreading her blood all over her. Once Warren was free of his clothing, he began squeezing hte blood out of her arms, pouring it on her body, espeicaly below her waist. His entire body seemed to throb as he watched her blood run into her private parts. Her legs were gently parted, every movement made as gentle and easy as possible.
Rogue was crying. The sound diminished Warren's pleasure. He clamped his mouth over hers one last time, before pushing himself into her tight body. The pull of her powers was weak, but it made her struggle less. It also fed her hte energy she needed to live. So while Warren pumped himself in and out of her no longer strugging body, Rogue not only felt his pleasure, but her dying slowed down.
It wasn't long before Warren finished what he had started. Rogue was left dazed and whimpering when hewas done. Warren wiped himself off with a towel he'd had in a messenger bag,a dn put her hands in a ziploc bag. He re-dressed, noting that taking his clothes off to protect them had been a fairly useless gesture.
Once Warren had himself, under control, he turned back to Rogue. He expected to see her in the throes of death. He felt a little woozy from having contact withher so lon, but surely she couldn't live off that. However, when he turned around, he saw that Rogue had not only not died, but gotten on her elbows and knees. She was trying to crawl away.
Warren clicked his tongue, before grabbing Rogue by the waist. He gently pulled her onto her feet, before picking her up, maiden style. She cried out, but Warren paid no attention. He simply made his way to hte grave he'd dug for her.
Rogue screamed when she saw the hole. Warren sighed and dropped her in. "This would be much simpler if you'd just die." He noted, his voice level, and slightly annoyed. He began shoveling dirt into the hole, while Rogue pleaded with him, telling him she really did love him the way he loved her, and how she'd be faithful to death if he let her live. Until Warren got tired of hearing her and shoveled dirt onto her face.
That task done, Warren took to the skies agian, fingering the hands in his messenger bag, that familiar thrill running through his body again. Another success.
The winged socialite continued soaring through the sky until he spied somehting below him in the woods. A few claerings away from where Rogue had been raped and killed, Scott was sititng on a blanket, messing with a radio powered radio. Warren ran his fingers over the palms of the hands in his pocket, before swooping in to land behind Scott. The winged murderer pulled out a wire he kept in his bag for just such an occasion. He wrapped it around his knuckles, before hooking ti over Scott's throat.
The surprised teenager fought as hard as he could. But Warren had height and preperation over Scott. Soon the younger man had passed out. Warren dug through his bag again, shaking off the feeling that he was being watched. No one else was here. Jean would have been on the blanket with the now unconscious X-man if she had been there. And that was the only danger Warren could think of in his frenzied state.
He pulled out the knife he'd used on Rogue just as Scott woke up. It took two seconds for Scott to register what was going on. But those two seconds were too long. Before Scott could properly react, Warrenw as already slicing his face open, digging his knife down into the bones that lay under Scott's gums. The angelic serial killer was goign into a frenzy, huis cuts getting even deepre, and more cruel. Scott was screaming in pain and horror. But this only egged the other man on.
Soon Scott had been relieved of his lips. Warren kissed them, before pulling out another plastic bag and carefully setting the lips inside them. Scott was screaming and crying, his voice distorted by blood, and hte sound even further distorted by his mouth deformity.
Warren snapped out of his trance, before regarding Scott. The man did nothig for him, sexually; and beyond that, Warrenw as spent. However, he couldn't allow the young man to live. With a perturbed look, Warren pulled his knife back and dug it into Scott's chest, pulling down as viciously as he possibly could. The sound of bones crackig under his knife sent a thrill down Warren's spine, and he shuddered in pleasure. He pulled his knife out again, and planted it in Scott's stomache, splitting it with a quick motion of his hand. He could see Scott's organs, pink and supple. Warren reached into the hole he'd made in Scott, planting his knife in the man's leg. The way the blood flowed over his hands, the feeling of hte organs themselves, eventhe sting that told him he's knicked hte stomache and released hydrochloric acid made Warren hungry.
Jean watched from a tree. She'd been told by Scott to meet him here. She hadn't known why, btu had been eager to find out. The redhead had arrived just when Scott had passed out. When she had dug into the angelic man's mind, she had seen the perverse pleasure h had. What he'd done to Rogue, what he'd planned for her boyfriend. Jean had wanted to pull out long before the point where Warren dug into her boyfriend's body, but she had been drawn, entranced. It wasn't until she pulled her mind out Warren's she realized she had shoved her hand down her shorts, adn was playing with her underwear. Jean let out a small sound of disgust, before hiding her face in her hands.
Warren finished mutilating Scott's body, and stood up. The deceased man's internal organs were strewn all aroudn the body. Warren made sure he'd left no visible trace of his presence, and took to the sky again. No one would associate this murder with the elite socialite who lived in the swanky apartment building and gave to allt he charities he could. Most importantly, though, he had more parts for his growing collection.
Jean couldn't help but let her midn wander back to Warren's. She felt his euphoria. He was flying, he was the top bird of prey, and he had carrion. It was a pleasant state of mind. He was so sure, and his mind practically invited hers to play in it. She looked up from her hands, puling her mind back, after pickign one final piece of infomaion from his brain: his address. She was goign to eb there for the celebration of hte kills. er entire body burned to go, and it was about time she heeded that burning.
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Panther Nesmith
