HAVE NO FEAR, TEDDI. THY HUSBANDO IS HERE. [/glommmpppp]
HAVE NO FEAR, TEDDI. THY HUSBANDO IS HERE. [/glommmpppp]
on this account, i die for a few days, then be really active for a few days, and then die again.
“Ye’re fuckin’ retarded, aren’ ye?” The ginger hissed, green eyes narrowing at his supposedly empty threat. It was ridiculous… Impossible, even! There was no way that this scrawny kid could just waltz in and then start wreaking havoc and murdering people, right?
She had been given no time to react when the small blade was sent hurtling across the garage. The victim, Miles Wellington, seemed slightly startled by the sudden sting - the reaction one would give when being pricked by a thorn or a mosquito bite. However, as soon as the blood began to jet out of the neck wound; Miles dropped to the floor almost instantly, writing around on the floor. His gurgles and wails were all that filled the workshop in that painfully long, eerie few seconds that passed…
Before the building burst into utter chaos.
Some of the workers rushed to aid the failing worker, while the others scurried around to find the perpetrator and the weapon.
Samantha, on the other hand, stood frozen at the sight of the blood that had sprayed up the walls and the puddle that was forming on the floor. It had her stand completely rigid, glued to the ground with paralysing fear. Desperately holding down the urge to retching, Sam finally managed to will her limbs to move.
“YE BASTARD!” Came the screech as she lunged at him, hands moving directly for his slender neck with the intent to either snap it or strangle him. Either would suffice, as long as she disabled him long enough for assistance to arrive.
There really was a fundamental difference between them, after all. Alexis’s cold eyes lingered for a moment upon the dying man and those surrounding him. Each and every single human in the room wore an expression that clearly showed their distress of the situation. That was perhaps the reason why humans tend to act out more in groups - their emotions, like diseases, were contagious. Alexis, unlike the humans, felt absolutely nothing when that fat worker hit the ground, utterly uncaught by the chaos around them.
A few scanned the room, looking for the culprit. Not even one person had their gaze stay on Alexis for more than two seconds. Like Samantha, they were taken in by his thin limbs and pale cheeks. The body he was given was one of his disguises as well, so it seemed. When he turned back, Samantha finally snapped back to reality. She had guts, coming after him immediately even knowing what he could do. The same mocking smile stayed on Alexis’s lips as the human came for him, her filthy hands reaching right for his throat.
He could have dodged in plenty of time, Alexis was certain. This one wasn’t one of the special ones, and had little experiences with fighting his kind. Still, why cut his game short when he didn’t have to? Instead, the homunculus let the young woman’s fingers find their grip, not wincing when he felt the digits tighten. One of his arm went right around Samantha’s waist, pulling her close as if they were in some kind of dance. “Who will die next?” Alexis asked, eyes once again wandering across the room. “That one with glasses, perhaps. Or the young one there in the corner.” He paused. “Or, perhaps, you think you can kill me and end this.”
“Have you killed anyone, Miss Samantha? Would you like to try?” He pressed his throat right against her sweaty palm and refocused his gaze on her face. “You have thirty seconds to decide.” He raised his free arm, aiming it in the direction of one of the workers. Alexis, like good killers, always had more knives up his sleeves.
YOU WEREN’T SUPPOSE TO SEE THAT. IT WAS JUST A STUPID THING. -goes to hide-
I SEE EVERYTHING, MY DARLING CATFISH MISO SOUP.
I owe replies to: Lani, Lani, Oli, Lani & Zuzu cat, Natalie I am pretty sure and Samantha-mun! C:
Well, what a lovely young chap this little twerp was turning out to be. Giving an irritated sigh at his threats, the mechanic glanced around to see if anyone else was aware to this intruder’s presence (which, of course, they were not). “Oh yes,” came the sarcastic retort, sharp and filled with growing anger. “‘m ever so lookin’ forward t’ dying t’day. Tell me, ‘ow do ‘e go out? Car accident? Explosion? Maybe a mugging?!”
“Feh. Don’ make me laugh, boy. Y’think an immigrant like me’s ‘ad an easy time livin’ ‘ere? ‘m ‘arder t’kill than ye’d expect.”
Perhaps Samantha was getting a little too cocky, but this boy looked so fragile… In her eyes, he could hardly stand up to the challenge of a heavy labourer.
“What’re ye gonna do, eh? Pompous me t’death?”
In one of Alexis’s few blurry human memories, he could recall a servant lady. She was about three times his age, and one of the few in the household who did not fear his sudden rages. That one wasn’t pretty, but she was attractive enough to have all the children in the house fighting for her attention. Alexis thought she was ill mannered and lack respect for the young masters of the house, but it was difficult to hate her.
So why was that particular memory coming to him now?
Alexis looked up, his cerulean colored eyes faded in color, until it slowly turned into a dark violet. This woman, Samantha, she would unlikely be one of those who was aware of his kind’s existence, but still, it didn’t feel right wearing a disguise anymore. “No. It’s likely that your body will be found right here, along with many others. Yours, however, will be in the worst shape, looking like you were torn apart by some weird animal.” Alexis smiled most charmingly, as if she was a lady he was courting and they were discussing the pleasantness of weather.
Like many, she was underestimating him because of his slenderness. Can’t have that, can we? Alexis stepped in a little more, shutting the door behind him. Violet eyes scanned the premise, taking note of each and every one of the oblivious workers. “Let’s see…The military came and checked all the bodies. They determined that it was…That fat worker of yours who died first.” Alexis raised his hand, his finger tip moving past each of the workers until he stopped at someone. The man he was pointing to looked healthy, incredibly cheerful. “Tell me, does he have a family?” A tiny blade, made more for artistic purposes than murder, flew out of Alexis’s sleeve. It twirled in the air gracefully towards the fat worker. The blade brushed almost gently by that one’s neck, exactly where it was supposed to go.
The homunculus stepped back, savoring the brief second of silence before the chaos would hit. Blood started spraying, his game had officially began.
“Don’t touch me, you fucker!”
Since when did Alexis ever listen to other people? Thought this kid should know this by now. “Your fault for exposing your stomach like that. The cat at my house usually did that when it wanted my attention so I assumed you operated according to the same principal.”