Well, I know this doesn't seem like much right now, but believe me; it will serve its purpose. I decided I needed a bad guy that was completely of my own concoction. For those waiting for updates in other stories, Dark Companionship will be getting another chapter soon, as will The Wildest Heart and hopefully Oyre's Tail. See… They aren't dead… o.O Yet… And this won't turn into a Mary-Sue… Promise!
He paced his small apartment, completely in the dark. He always felt at home in the shadows; light was too revealing and restricting. He smiled crookedly, placing a cheap beer bottle to his lips and taking a long, deep swig. He pulled it away and grimaced. I have to stop drinking. He thought before taking another swig.
He would do it soon; he would set his plan into action. The ones who put him down and rejected him; they would all pay with their lives. He started to laugh, softly at first but escalating into a demented, otherworldly sound that left his sides splitting.
Still laughing, he stalked to a bulletin board which was almost the only piece of furniture in his little apartment. Upon it, he stabbed a thumbtack into a photo of a young girl, attaching it into the middle of a myriad of other photos, all seemingly thrown together in a random collage. With a deep, red marker, he circled her photo and wrote the number five on her forehead.
Utterly silent, he sat back in an old, tattered, black reclining chair that sat in front of his bulletin board, his twisted smile gleaming in the dark. "Meow meow, Kitty." He sneered, lifting the beer to his mouth again. With a grimace, he jerked the beer from his mouth, giving it a good long look before flinging it at his bulletin board, the glass shattering and the bubbly liquid dripping down over the face of poor number five.