Everything he owned (save for a dress shirt that he had received as a gift and a few pairs of jeans lying on the closet floor; he made a mental note to pick them up later) was black, even his shoes. It was like he wore shadows instead of clothing. That earned a rather disturbing smile, however slight it may have been, from the boy. After all, he basically lived in the shadows. Looking over the contents of the closet the boy's smiled transformed into a smirk;; Black suited him just fine. No, better than fine, perfect.
Absolutely perfect.
End Recap.-Obscure As Crystalline-.
"The lot of man — to suffer and to die."
Fowl Manor - Tuesday 13 Dec.
3:15
There was light in this place, and a feeling of exposure. Not necessarily a bad one though. The sky went on forever only interupted by the naked trees. Though he couldn't see it, he knew that there were buildings behind him. There was a girl waving at him, beckoning him forward, but he did not move. The girl titled her head, and moved her lips as if to form words, but they did not reach his ears. She stepped onto the tar--
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Artemis woke up cold, crying, and gasping for air. He barely had time to regain his breath when a jolt of pain rushed through his head. It felt like someone was hammering rusty nails into his temple as his head imploded under the weight of his dream. He would have preferred a slow suffocation. The boy didn't even realize that he was biting his lip until he tasted blood. "Shit." He stood up shakily and stumbled a few feet before he gave up on walking and collapsed. Its just a dream Artemis, get a hold of yourself. A pointless, meaningless dream. Just a girl, walking. Get a grip. The boy winced and attempted to push the images away. He wouldn't let some dream cause him to consume him, he was Artemis Fowl after all. It would take more than a nightmare to brake him. The boy struggled with standing and eventually made his way to his closet, all the while assuring himself that he would figure everything out when he wasn't half asleep and when his mental hurricane had passed. If it ever passed.
He knew it wouldn't.
Haven - same day, three hours prior.
The flash of a high-tech and extremely compact camera light up the scene, showering every detail with unforgiving and unnatural light. Blood coated the road, and a headless corpse was propped against the side of the building. Its clothes were torn, revealing the horrific mutilation of the mans lower torso and pelvic regions. To its side lay a narcissus.
"Another gang killing?" Mulch inquired wrinkling his nose.
"No, those killings are random, whenever they have the chance to attack an enemy. This, this had to have been planned out. Somebody not only wanted this man dead--but they wanted to humiliate him as well" Holly picked up the small flower and offered a dry laugh.
"How cliche, we have a murderer with a calling card."
Mulch sighed, "This is gonna be a long night.
blehhhk.
sorry about the long wait.
truly, i am.
blame, if you need something to blame,
DRAMA. and peoples need to cause it ----
again, my deepest apologies.
oh, and.
one thing about the clothes;;
he wears both suits and emo clothes and is comfortable in both
but prefer suits because he was basically raised in them
and the clothes, music, ect. came into play when his parents transferred him to a public school because they wanted to keep an eye on him;; the whole legit thing. (said transfer happened about a year before this story takes place, so he picked up the style over a reasonable amount of time.)
k? (: