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| Mr. Trout | Jul 13 2008, 11:57 PM Post #1 |
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She was an innocent. As they always were. A bright perky young girl, working at a candy shop in the mall to help make ends meet during college. After all, scholarships never covered what you needed to simply eat. She was a smart girl, working her way to become a veterinarian in college because she loved animals, especially horses. So she had decided that if she had to make money, might as well work in a place she enjoyed and made children feel happy. This is why she had chosen a candy store. Sadly she would not be making it to her next class, her professors would wonder, and her boyfriend would begin to fear the worst. The truth was, the young, busty, desirable and nubile co-ed was meeting an unfortunate end. "Kukukukuku." It was a laugh of pleasure, sick and twisted pleasure. A stark pale hand flicking speckles of torn and fractured fragments of flesh from beneath curved fingernails. The cause of this unfortunate transpiration was none other then that undead villain Kaie. He was pleased with himself, looking down at the young girl, who was crying, weeping really. Her hands covering up the face that had been so simply shredded in a heartbeat. Her fear was a tangible thing, filling the air with a thick sauce of monstrous delight. She was cowering in the corner, afraid for her life. As this man had come out of seemingly no where, with no goal other then to cause pain. He could not be bought off, for he wanted nothing but to hear the girl lament. "Pp-please mister...I...I wont tell anyone. Cant we..." She was by no means naive. Giving herself to him in such a way would certainly move most common thugs. She was unbuttoning her blouse, letting the great claw marks that had torn their way across her face. Thick rivers of blood were already gushing down her body, staining her clothes as she tried to remove them. The purple haired man didnt dare wait. He reached out with a single hand, gripping her strongly by the neck and raising her high into the air. Two feet off the ground easily, her feet dangling there uselessly in the air. Slender fingers gripped harder against her throat, giving an extra pump to the trails of blood that trickled down the girl's face. His eyes were cold, his breath stank of rotting flesh, of dirt, of the fecal matter of forgotten rodents. He was smelling her, through the nose he let her scent waft. It was when he opened his mouth to let the dank, decadent air that had been trapped inside his rotting organs out, that a single cockroach came crawling out of his mouth, perching on his cheek before scampering down his body and vanishing. This was one long, cruel joke after all. Kaie's other hand rose up, slamming into her chest as he clung to her clothing and tore it downwards, exposing her body to the open world. The blood trickled down her chest, spreading slowly across her most precious mountains. Kaie leaned in closer, his tongue extending, lapping up the blood as it came. If he had still been alive, and capable of such animal coupling, he would have taken the girl as she was. Sadly he was in no such situation. And had chosen a much more...appropriate demise for the female. -- The candy shop was open late, the evening air bringing in a new batch of customers. The shop minded by a single vigilant employee, one with purple hair, long white hands, and a smile like a jackal. Kaie was wearing an old timey little uniform, a white shirt, with armbands and a long candy stripped apron. He was smiling, giving out a free large cotton candy to any young or old soul that came by. He reached out, handing his new concoction to anyone that would try it. It was a special, one night deal for a special flavor. It was deeper red, colored in a swirl that most mistook for cherry. But it had a stronger, salty flavor. The secret ingredient, was one tore up young co-ed, whose shattered corpse waited inside the cotton candy machine. Not that anyone would see it. |
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| Deleted User | Jul 15 2008, 11:21 AM Post #2 |
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Brian had been out to see the sights, to familiarize himself with the area he would be operating in. True, he only came to the school to be a student, but sometime habits break hard. He found himself shirking away from contact with other students, going so far as to submit a formal request denying another student from becoming his roommate under the grounds of his unsanitary halitosis. When the nurse had asked to check the problem he swallowed a handful of stink pellets, true he threw up everything he had ate in the past two weeks from the disgust of doing such an act, but the smell offended the nurse so bad that she had no choice but to agree with his diagnosis. This scam came at two very great costs. The first and foremost was that the taste still lingered in his mouth, the taste of repugnant ass juice mixed with baby throw-up and ear wax. That alone would have qualified as a bonafide emergency worthy of virgin sacrifices. But compound that with his very tight budget and one gets pushed into very stressful situations. Candy was the cure for the taste; few things were as strong tasting as sugar on top of more sugar. But candy cost money, and he could barely afford his tuition at the school as is. If he spent money on something frivolous like candy he may not be able to make the next payment. Cue the bump and grab. A tried and true practice of robbery in plain sight. One just needs to ‘accidentally’ bump into another person hard enough for their body to focus on the bump, and not the hand that slipped down their pocket to snatch their wallet. By the time the other person even realized that they were out of their credit cards, cash, identification, and other items inside their wallet it would be far too late. Brian could do both at the Akihabara District. It wasn’t hard t spot the John Doe, he was talking loud, walking with a woman far too attractive for him, and smoking a large cigar. He was already not paying any attention. Brian took one step to the left and knocked into his right side, sliding his small hands down his pocket and shuffling a wallet shaped item into his sleeve. The guy took to an attitude, cursing about kids and how their parents should teach them better manners. “S’sorry sir.” He said, bowing down slightly, just enough to cover the pass of the wallet from his sleeve to his front pocket. When he looked up Brian had a hurt look on, as if the man had threatened to beat him. It went far in disarming the man from his anger and getting him to continue with his shopping. When Brian was covered by a crowd he took off at a sprint around a corner and into a restroom, hiding in the stall for hours. He tested the waters by walking out of the stall and washing his hands. After hearing no search parties he exited the bathrooms and walked down the halls. The taste was starting to drive him crazy, he had to get something to wash it out. How very lucky that the candy shop was still open when most other stores were long closed. “Well now, ain’t the hea’vens just blessin’ me heart?” Brian said out loud, until he saw the vendor. What a freak job this guy was, looking like someone pulled him straight from a horror movie. “Wow…I dinnea know one could be so ugly.” He stopped and stared at the mess of a man. “Purple hair ye say…bold fashion choice my friend.” His tone was far more then just mocking, it was insulting. The way of children everywhere. Before the man had a chance to snatch away the free treat Brian deftly grabbed the cotton candy and took a large bite. Only to be shocked and disgusted by what he had put in his mouth. T wasn’t delectable sugar, but something salty with a pinch of copper. “What kin’na trash ya be hawkin’ vagabond! This’s a insult to candy worldwide!” He threw down the stick of candy and spit the remaining bits of mashed clump out of his mouth. He had tasted something similar to this once before. Brian just couldn’t place where or when that had been. Impulsively he reached at the counter and grabbed a stick of hard sugar and bit down, chomping away at the candy until it covered up the new repugnant taste. “Tha’s more’n like it lad. Actual sugar.” |
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| Mr. Trout | Jul 17 2008, 04:43 PM Post #3 |
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Sugar? Oh yes. That veracious vagabond had done nothing to damage, taint or otherwise damage the pure sugar that had interested Brian. What would be the point in corrupting every bit of candy in a place? It would have taken far too long, and the cheap thrill Kaie enjoyed from seeing the youth gathered in enticement for the spun and shredded flesh mixed with sugar. There was nothing all that special in it, it could even be pointed out far more then anyone would like that the murder was uninspired, boring, almost cliche. And they would be quite right. A young girl being murdered and being turned into candy was nothing new. Even Kaie would admit that. Then why did he perform such an action? Because he wanted to. Because it felt good. Because some times, just doing the classics and having a little bit of fun were the only things that made his unlife worth while. Call it sad, call it juvenile, but Kaie just liked to have a little fun once in a while. To kick back and cause a little panic. If it traumatized even one youth, then it was all worth it. Instead however, he got an angry foreigner bitching about how his cooking was horrible. How was the purple haired vampire to know? He couldnt eat, he didnt eat, he simply created a bad situation for his own enjoyment. He gave a cruel smile, let Brian speak and talk all he wanted, to take the candy he seemed to want. "Thank you. Tell your friends. I have a feeling we'll have a much fresher batch if you come back later." |
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