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Post by Lady Diabla on Apr 15, 2006 7:42:55 GMT 12
Kat snickered as she said in her purring silken tones,
"Whats the fun in that? Killing for pleasure... oh the way they scream! It sends chills of pleasure up and down my spine! The way their eyes glaze over and they give a final breath of death and then die! Oh the andreniline rush! Honestly and people said love was this way. Psh! Love... I loved my da and mum and Charlie and Hannah and all my other 13 siblings but it just isin't the same as taking ones life."
She looked at Sketch and with a devious spark in her green eyes asked,
"Whats your look on killing Speck? Do you do it for you life, or for the ultimate pleasure?"
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Sketch
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Post by Sketch on Apr 16, 2006 7:18:23 GMT 12
Sketch had been standing watching the heavens, imagining that he could paint the sky one day. He would paint the sky red...blood red. For all to see and admire, or to fear. His face was like stone, showing no emotion except blankness. His storm-clouded blue eyes gave nothing away about what he was thinking, until he heard Kathryn's words. Who was this Speck again? Ah,yes. Her little insult that was supposed to be quirky and cruel.
"Do you really wish to hear my outlook on killing? Most people don't."
Sketch flicked his gaze to the heavens once more, dark blue eyes lighting up with a flame of mild curiosity. Something was going on in his mind, something that he hadn't experienced before. But what was this emotion he felt? Pride? No...pride was not the way to describe the feeling that made his hands and feet tingle. He felt as if he was floating in the sky...with nothing below him. Something was amiss...but what?
"Do you wish to get inside my mind? Or are you afraid of what you'll find? Nothing seems to be the same, Since I started my killing game. Do you believe in insanity? Disaster and calamity? My victims believed... And so shall you."
He didn't realize he was speaking aloud, his voice a low, whispering hiss. Eyes had become two narrow slits as he met Kat's gaze with a harsh glare. Hatred and agony filled them, along with the sick look of the truly psychotic man he was. He killed for pleasure...and only for pleasure. He enjoyed every second of murdering a person. Of torturing them in their last minutes of life, filling their final seconds with horrors and letting them fathom on how long he would let them live...then he gave the final blow. It...was finished.
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Post by Lady Diabla on Apr 16, 2006 9:26:48 GMT 12
Kat looked into his gaze and and as their gazes clashed she felt her stomach lurch. As she stared deeper she felt her brain paralyze as screams pierced her brain. Her eyes went into the back of her head and she dropped to her knees her hands trembling clutching her head. Her nails dug into her scalp as the screams worsened and images flashed before her eyes. The piano... her da... her mum... bill,charlie,abby,hannah and jamie.... THOSE SCREAMS! Kathryn withered on the floor and dug her nails deeper into her scalp as she hissed in pain,
" WHY WON'T YOU BLOODY LEAVE ME ALONE!? I TRIED.... DA YOU KNOW I TRIED! STOP THE NOISE ST-STOP THE NOISE!"
She curled into a ball and as the screams subsided she was forever marked. When she inhaled she smelt smoke, when she looked about she saw flames. She looked away from the others and said softly,
"I dont belive in insanity and diaster, I just live it Spot. My life is hell and I love it in a twisted sort of way. A way you will never understand Speck. I have killed 37 people back home in london and 4 here. I avenged my familys killers and still their spirits are unsatisfied and taunt me every night. They show me what my life could have been... I was to be famous world-wide for my voice. I failed my family, I promised them I could get them out of our slum of a house and I failed. So they drive my plesaure of kill and lust for blood, and I am neithe rhappy nor sad."
She put her head in her hands and let her firey locks fall into her heart shaped face gently tickling her cheeks and nose softly as she hummed a song of no words nor melody.
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Sketch
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Post by Sketch on Apr 16, 2006 10:00:30 GMT 12
Sketch stood motionless, watching Kat writhe and squirm upon the ground. The corners of his mouth twitched downwards, flicking into a slight frown. He didn't know what to do...why was she being like this? Should he be enjoying her pain, or hating it? A confused look flashed upon his face, as he peered down at Kathryn's body upon the ground. Her soft hum seemed to lull him a bit, putting him into a state of even more confusion.
"Kat..."
His voice was shakey as he uttered the word...his emotions still undecided. His eyes swarmed with confusion, swirling with pain, hate...sorrow. And what? Was it care for another? Yes...it was. Love was not an interest to him, well, not romantic love. He supposed that he loved Kat in a friendly way...though she did not arouse any...'true love' or 'soul mates' shit. Naw, he didn't feel that way about her.
He kneeled down beside her, falling slowly onto his knees. Her face was turned away from him, her copper hair covering her delicate features. He forgot about Haeris, his attention focoused on Kathryn. His breathing was unsteady as he inhaled deeply, and a light shudder spread through him. What was he doing? Why was he here beside her? Why did he feel this way?! Questions raced through his mind as he reached out with a shakey hand and placed it upon her shoulder softly. Her skin was warm compared to his rather icy hand...it had been so long since he had touched another. A year since his last kill...so long since he had touched the flesh of another being.
"I-I...Are...you...why?"
His words were scrambled as were his thoughts, as he began to stroke her hair from her face gently. 'She would be beautiful in bloo-...no..I can't think that...not about Kat...' His eyes were still confused, his emotions in a whirlwind of misconceptions. He took his hand away when the hair was clear of her face, and placed it on his knee. His head bent down, he closed his eyes and just sat there. Shuddering. Thinking. Silently. For what seemed like hours, but was only mere seconds, he left silence consume his world. Even Kat's humming was not heard...not the chirp of the birds, the whispering winds...nothing. Suddenly, the silence was shattered as he whispered one word.
"Why?"
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Post by Lady Diabla on Apr 16, 2006 12:26:32 GMT 12
Kat shuddered slightly at Sketch's touch and refused to meet his gaze breaking up the hum and then ceasing it. Ye gods, his hands are like ice. Just like everyone here... Frozen. Me? A'flamed. My life was set by fire and I fear it and respect it at the same time. She felt her face flush and put her legs closer to her chest. How long had it been since someone had tried to comfort her? Or really the question was How long had it been since someone else touched her at-all? It must have been at least 2 years... Has it really been that long Ocelia? Kathryn questioned the Mau who was looking blankly into the distance tail swishing from side to side like a snake. Kat look at Sketch her slim eyebrows shot up in surprise as she asked softly.
"Why what? Why am I haunted by my family? ? Why am I afraid of fire? Why did I not save my family? why was I such a coward? Why did I not get my parents out of the hell-hole we lived in? Why did I kill all those people?"
She said in a relativly calm voice except when she said "Why was I such a coward". She herself didn't know that one and still hated herself for it. Why /had/ she not turned back? Because I am an asshole and we only to save ourselves right Ocelia?
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Sketch
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Post by Sketch on Apr 16, 2006 13:30:35 GMT 12
Dallas continued to sit on his knees, in silence. His eyes were clouded with thought, his head so scrambled he couldn't think straight. Was he Sketch or Dallas? Dallas, the young boy who was so innocent, once upon a time. Or Sketch, the signature killer who claimed to be sane, but in reality was as pyschotic and sinister as Satan. Anger flared in his mind, along with doubt. Did he really know who he was, and what he was all about?
"I....don't...know..."
He whispered, his voice again a low hiss. His wild black hair whipped, the winds throwing them in his eyes. They were concealed to all around him, as he glared at his knees, his ice cold hands. His breathing was laboured, and desperately shakey. The corner of his mouth was twitching, as he tried to decide whether to frown or to smile. Nothing seemed normal for him. His emotions and heart strings were being screwed with, his mind was lingering near the edge of complete and total insanity...his world was upside down at the moment.
"Cowardice cannot be avoided. The reason you did not go into the fire was common sense, woman. You would not have been able to save anyone...the flames would have consumed them before you reached there...you would have perished with them...and...you...they.......its.....god-damnit!"
His words started out strong...only to fade into seething hisses.
"You confuse me Kathryn!"
Some would misconstrue his words as blaming, but it was the truth. He couldn't understand how Kathryn could be so happy when her past was complete and utter turmoil. True, she was cruel, but she had a sense of humor. He couldn't understand how she could mask her pain so well. He took his pain out on killing, as did she. Perhaps, they had something in common.
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Post by Lady Diabla on Apr 16, 2006 16:04:55 GMT 12
Kathryn looked at him almost reading his mind through his eyes so very expressionative. She looked at him eyes somber yet still had their spark of life,
" You just don't get it do you Sketch? They were my family, and I loved them! And when in love you don't use your brain, you use your heart. And I used my brain, I saved myself like the selfish bitch I am.An-And when your in love... i-it dosent make any sense! Its supposed to be beautiful and wonderful and mysterious! Its not supposed to make any sense because its supposed to be beautiful because you've never felt it before so its new to you! But what I did to my family was the worst thing I've ever done. Worse than all the kills, worse than all the lies! Because when I turned my back on family... I turned my back on love itself."
She looked away from his gaze and met Ocelia who had the same somber expression in her normally blank face. Ocelot closed her eyes as she felt a tear run down her porcealin cheek and she sobbed,
" And that is what has made me a good leader. I have nothing to distract me. Like the vampires, that foolish Mistress Crow had fallen for her beta. And she learned...love is beautiful until its gone. I have no love for anything... I was stolen of love itself! I can be passionate... and I can lust. But that... that is not love. "
She sat up slightly more clusmily than her normal feline grace and walked to a window of the tree fort and with tear stung eyes whispered,
"Something's gotta give me butterflies Something's gotta make me feel alive Something's gotta give me dreams at night Something's gotta make me feel alright I don't know where it is But something's gotta give..."
She turned around her fingers gripping the bottom of the window, her lip white from her biting on it. Her copper cascades of locks had fallen into her heart shaped face again and she didn't bother to right them. She never did. She looked at Sketch and whispered in a quavering voice,
"...Right?"
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Sketch
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Post by Sketch on Apr 16, 2006 17:25:47 GMT 12
He stood up and followed suit to the window, his eyes not meeting hers for a breif moment. He heard her words...they felt like the sting of salt on an open wound. They were truth.
"...I...know nothing of love..."
He whispered softly, as he looked into her eyes. They were enchanting, her eyes. Like the soothing twitter of a song bird, but she was as deadly as an eagle, the King of the skies. Sketch, had a respect for animals...why? Because they didn't talk back to you, they didn't argue...they followed their instincts.
"Look Kathryn...love is something I have only experienced once. And I began killing for revenge of the love that I lost, that I shall probaly never experience again. I'm sure there will be someone for you...someone who will be able to comfort you in ways you never imagined. Just keep your heart beating, your blood pumping. No matter how painful or gruesome it may be..."
Why was he being so...emotional? Kathryn seemed not to respect him. But did she consider him a friend? To him, it mattered...for once. For once, someone else mattered except for him. A new feeling...yes. This was indeed new to him, and uncomfortable. He began to shake violently. There was something else that had lurked in his heart and mind for ages, masked by the sheer determination of Sketch. The fear of commitment, the fear of closeness....the fear of friendship...and most of all the fear of betrayal. Yes...the man once known for his sheer boldness, often going out of his way to be seen by the coppers. The man who took on victims twice his size, and came out victorious in the end. The man whose mind was claimed and conquered by insanity...was afraid.
"I'm sorry I cannot be of more help, m'dear..."
He whispered, gently brushing the locks of hair that had fallen into her face away, and lifted her chin with his hand gently. Looking into her troubled eyes with his own, he spoke once more.
"Kathryn, I am your friend...and...I will die for you, if I must. And I really don't give a fuck if you care or not. But just to let you know, that there is someone who is watching out for you...I shall forever remain your loyal beta."
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Post by Lady Diabla on Apr 17, 2006 16:52:25 GMT 12
Kat pulled away from his grip and felt a salty tear run down her cheek and she gave a silent shuddering sob. You don't even know the half of it.
She fiddled with the black silk ribbon that she used to tie up her hair. She bit her lip so hard that it turned white and a drop of blood appeared on her full rose colored lips. She nodded almost thoughtfully with regret filling her eyes and she whispered,
"I appreciate the rash yet still lovley offer of loyalty Sketch. I really needed that..."
And they always will be 'loyal' Ocelia, but they will never be more than a second in command. They always say that! I do not think he would /not/ die for me. But I know he would not think anymore of me than just his leader. And thats apparently all we'll ever be Ocelia...He only wants to be my advisor and me to only be his leader.
She refused to meet his gaze that made her think so hard and tried to block out his words that were so heartfelt and honestly true it stung like a bad tatoo. Honestly Ocelia I don't know who I was fooling! A very bloody idiotic jest! I don't even know his first name. I know nothing of his past except his skills in battle and fighting! I am such a blunt ass-hole! Kat shut her eyes briefly and then opened them suddenly and the glint in her eyes sparked like kindling sprayed with gasoline that had a match on it. The rash and dangerously unpredictable side unleashed. She absently tied up her hair into a high ponytail and then turned to look at him and sang softly in her ringing yet silken tones the sarcastic purr out of her voice,
" I Should Tell You I Should Tell You I'm A Disaster I Forget How To Begin It But Let's Just Make This Part Go Faster I Have Yet -- To Be In It I Should Tell You... I Should Tell You... I Should Tell You... I Should Tell You...
I Should Tell I Blew The Candle Out Just To Get Back In I'd Forgotten How to Smile Until The Candle Burned My Skin I Should Tell You ... I Should Tell You ... I Should Tell You ... I Should Tell You... Here goes... Here goes... Trusting Desire - Starting To Learn Walking Through Fire Without A Burn Clinging - A Shoulder, A Leap Begins Stinging And Older, Asleep On Pins So Here Goes... "
She breathed softly the last words and leaned in closer and wrapped her arms behind his neck and made their noses touch and whispered,
" My mum used to tell me of how my da and her met. How she a proper lady, a hieress to a grand fourtune ran away with a simple, humble poor man and eloped. I used to think it was strange and rash. But I think I almost understand now..."
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Post by Sketch on Apr 17, 2006 18:00:35 GMT 12
((gawd this is gonna be hard...trying to be a guy in this situation when your a girl...darn you Sparkleh!))
Sketch stood silently, his eyes seeing nothing but green...lovely green. His face was grim for a moment, as he stared at Kathryn who was...oh so close to him. He could feel her bodily warmth, see the flushed complexion of her cheeks, the blood red color of her lips. Delightful. Yes. Closer...no. Close enough.
"I..."
His voice was shakey as hell, though his body still as stone. He didn't know what to do...what to say. His words had been truth, he was her friend. But how far was he willing to go to please this woman? This far? Farther? Would he push his limit for her...she who had poked fun at him so cruelly? Maybe. That was something he would be forced to decide now or later...though he knew it would have to be now.
He felt his lips brush hers lightly, a soft gentle kiss. His cheeks were a flushed color, his breathing becoming unsteady. He wanted to be with her...so desperatley...but at the same time he knew it would be a danger to them both. Who knew what would be the outcome of one of his outbursts...even if he really did care about her. He was insane. And he knew it. He barely trusted his self-control enough to write it on the head of a pin. Another soft kiss on her cheek. Cold lips touching warm flesh. More. No. Stop. Nothing more.
Sudden harsh reality hit him like a hard blow to the stomach. She was teasing him. Pulling at his heart strings again. So this was her game...eh? Her own little game with her set of rules...and if you break them your either dead or half close to it. He felt his skin go icy, colder than it usually was. His eyes became a cold, hard grey, but the same flushed color remained. He closed his eyes, letting darkness overwhelm him. He could hear her pulse. Her laughter. Their screams. The blood coming faster and faster...boiling...fury....rage. Then at last, he opened them. That same wild look had re-entered his eyes, aphotic smile joining in the awful game. He wanted to make her hurt...Ah yes...he wanted to torture her so long that she would think that he had at least some compassion left for her...No. I swore loyalty to her. An inward cackle echoed in his mind. 'Wht good is the word of an insane killer?'
His eyes showed nothing of what he felt inside, only a fake mask of wild compassion. He looked as if he wanted her...oh so badly. No one could tell the difference between his urge to kill, and the urge to be with her...for the moment at least. A steady hand was lifted to cup her face in his hand, his flesh warm yet rough to the touch. His other reached to stroke the wild locks of copper hair that framed her delicate features, as he stared relentlessly into her dark eyes. Yes...it was undistiguishable to whether he hated her...or whether he loved her.
"Kathryn...dear Kathryn...why do you tease me so?"
He crooned, in a voice he often used to calm himself. His cruel smile had faded into a soft grin, his wild locks of dull black hair falling gently into his masked eyes. Another soft brush against her lips. Her forehead. Stop. 'After all, dear boy, you ARE a man...' he scolded inwardly, his eyes flashing with humor. But...I do want more...No. I don't. Haha! It's so fun to be insane...everyone seems to fear you when you just look at them! hah! But not my dear Kathryn here. Oh no. She will be a much harder egg to crack than the rest...or should I leave her be? Alone to wallow in her pity and cruel antics? He would decide later.
"Shame seems to be a stranger Who comes knocking at our doors And yet we leave the lights on The doors unlocked So it can enter our minds Destroy our lives Kill our pleasures Fill us with guilt.
But you and I, Were similar you see... For we bear no shame But guilty are we. You like to play your game I like t' paint my words It seems we aren't so different After All.
You're a lure to the insane mind And mayhaps even to mine Which seems to be under lock and key... But who knows what we'll see? Your hands entwined in mine Our lips touch one more time Fire and Darkness...clashing In a flare of colored locks Alone together... But restrained.
Locked by guilty pleasures We pass each other by Contained by self-control Barely holding back Wanting to break loose But knowing we can't. Its torture for ourselves Our own little game We're the makers of the rules And the players of the game.
Who's to be the winner? They shall never know For when there is a loser The other shall be dead. Consumed by greif and sorrow Walking on shackled feet Brain enveloped by darkness The blade of death coming nearer Closer. Ever Closer. The last and simple wish One last memory kiss... Never to fade in the mind... Of the winner of our game."
His voice was a low whisper, though deep and harmonious all the same. His little poem was true...oh so true. His mind had moved like a river, never ceasing in its flow. His words came forth without a doubt, without slight hesitation. No more brushing kisses. Just one more? Please? You know you want- no. I don't. I don't want her. I swore my loyalty as a friend and nothing more. He rememberd his words just moments ago. 'What good is the word of an insane killer?'
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Post by Mina Crow on Apr 18, 2006 13:56:46 GMT 12
[One little thing - they are all kids. No one's over 20. And you don't gather such a bunch of passionate murderers and serial killers from teenagers - do you? The police is not blind; Seraphim was in jail once. What youth brings down man after man? I know some of the Children come from street gangs, but slow down a bit. They are not that rampant murderers, even the Wildcats. The way your trio speaks of their achievements, it surprises me they don't wake up in the middle of the night, petrified with their own actions.
*Looks at Seraph* I might have exaggerated a bit here, but this is my opinion... What do you think? [Btw, our titles are currently spelled 'Administators'. Missing a R in the middle.]
Well, keep going. Oh, and the bloody hand is the mark of the Vampires. Please keep that in mind.]
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Sketch
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Post by Sketch on Jun 23, 2006 16:52:04 GMT 12
[See the funny thing is, Sketch is troubled by his actions. Very so in fact. But you are correct! I will try and tone him down a bit, but thats just really his character. He's 18 but he acts like hes about 30...I guess. Thanks for the comment, Mina. I'll keep it in mind.]
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