Dawn And Dusk

8:03pm, July 21st, 2009​

Order in, order up, order OUT.

The circle of food.

Success depended on this process going with as little interruption and food rubbed on genitalia as possible. While he was by no means the manager, Jack had his hand in keeping the circle turning 'round since that kept his job safe. Much safer than the two who were currently in the backroom having sex on the packaged food. Just what made people such deviant horndogs that they could not contain themselves even during work hours? Professionalism taken out back and raped behind a greasy dumpster infested with even greasier cockaroaches. Ones that would outlast the sentient flesh bags feeding them well past a nuclear apocalypse. Yet justice would find a vessel beneath golden arches. Fates were now sealed in this microcosm as words were whispered in passing to the manager on shift. A nod in the proper direction tossed on top just for good measure.

"Someone's getting a number sixty-nine with extra secret sauce."

A narc? No. I'm keeping this already profaned food from getting super-sized even further.






8:05pm, July 21st, 2009​

Lips curved into a satisfied smile at the sound of surprised yells coming from the supply room. Authoritative anger traded heated blows with sweaty shame. Both of them had ordered in but now their order was up. In fact it was to go given how swift the order out followed the confrontation. Vigilant as ever behind the register, an honest smile crossed his lips when taking an order. He knew that the food would reach them unmolested. Jack just added another story to his memory to later tell. . . somebody. It mattered not who. Customers upfront were kept oblivious thanks to an eating area littered with electronic distractions. Wi-fi served a great boon to entertaining the masses.





8:57pm, July 21st, 2009​

For the rest of his shift the dark haired young man in a dorky uniform buried himself in his work. No, not a mountain of cheeseburgers. A river of soft drinks also out of the question. Time passed while the news kept trying to drag his mind onto the subject of that concert. In truth the news came far too late for the bittersweet victory. Every minute that ticked away brought him that much closer to the night. Darkness frightened him to his very core ever since the concert. It made him question his sanity. And for an aspiring psychologist such doubts threatened to destroy the resolve in pursuing that profession.

Back in the violated storeroom from earlier, Jack stripped away his clothing at the same exact pace two now-terminated employees had removed theirs earlier. It was the only place he could change in a hurry at this time of night. Zeitgiest could still smell the sweat lingering from their lust and it drove him ever faster. Panic fueled his pace instead of pleasure. Time was running out as he changed into more casual clothes in a fight to stay ahead of a different change. An ebony hoodie pulled over his bare upper body in a rush topped off the ensemble of black jeans and dirty red sneakers.

Clocking out with a hand that trembled in the slightest, Jack left work in a hurry as though a demon hounded his every step. On his back a backpack that contained his work clothes along with other personal paraphernalia bounced along as a silent companion. Could he even find a place to hide it? Let alone hide himself. Tonight he wanted to make it home with all his heart even though that was a hopeless endeavor. Buses were out of the question along with cabs.

No escape from the inescapable.






[glow=darkred]
9:02pm, July 21st, 2009​
[/glow]

Long forgotten at a 24/7 laundromat the backpack rested there content with abandonment. For the owner who had bought it was long gone in more ways than one. Already underway the changes that started beneath the skin had now crawled to the surface. Grey flesh akin to a walking corpse held together haphazardly by stitches covered the hooded figure from head to toe. Strange metallic appendages that glinted in the light adorned the gaunt ghoul as well.

Some poor young woman carrying a napsack of dirty clothes found herself beset upon with scarcely a moment to react. Her initial purpose to visit the laundromat thwarted the moment he smelled sweaty clothes. At first she thought it was a homeless person until she saw him up close. Not to mention smelled him. Then she had let loose a scream upon seeing him move with unholy speed before trying in vain to run away. For three blocks now she ran for her life from something unnatural until he blocked her path. Pinned up against a building, as onlookers watched while paralyzed with fear, a long crimson tongue licked the sweat practically dripping down her face.

A low moan of pleasure escaped his throat.

Until a new scent hit his nostrils.

Multiple new scents actually, all coming from the same place with an unmistakable emotion tied into it. Fear. Just like the woman he had nearly given a heart-attack and now staggered away as he stood there entranced. Temptation to taste the sweat of so many could not be resisted. What little remained of Jack's natural personality felt repulsed by the desires consuming him. Part of him had wanted to vomit while licking the woman who was a complete stranger. Yet this darkness within brought on by the night all around could not be overcome.

And just like that he was gone from the woman's sight, leaving nothing but a fleeting afterimage.
 
Brian had managed to catch some sleep in the cooling warmth of the afternoon. He knew his other half would not let him have any that night. When he awoke, he realized the sun had made it's journey below the horizon. It wouldn't be long now.

Quickly, he stood and stripped himself of the clothes. It was a luxury, having the ability to still be concerned for his modesty. He knew that if he didn't lose the clothes before he changed, he wouldn't have them for long. It seemed he stripped not a moment too soon, as soon as he'd dropped his trousers (he wasn't quiet desperate enough to wear his deceased friends boxers) he felt the distinct pain of bones shifting. He cried out, hoping he was far enough for no one to hear him. Brian dropped to all fours, sweat beading from his forehead from the pain. The familiar snap of stretching tendons drew out another cry of pain, one that morphed into a roar as his face practically split apart to take form of the horned beast.

The process took less than three minutes. When it was over, Brian was no longer the star athlete at school. He was a six legged, grey green skinned monster. Luckily, he was still in control. He swung his massive head around, his horn almost hitting a nearby tree. It was hard to get used to being this big. He decided to go deeper in the forest. Normally he was a bit afraid of wild animals, but he figured he was probably the scariest thing here now. The Other half stopped him.

Brian felt as if he were being pushed back, farther away from the front of his mind. He struggled to be the stronger one, but this night would not be his. The Other turned toward the distant sounds of the highway. People were driving home, returning to their families or empty apartments. The other bounded through the trees, six legs moving surprisingly well together. He sprinted down the hill, claws digging into the earth to keep him from slipping. The hulking creature stopped in the middle of the road, dazzled by a pair of lights heading right for it. He reared up to face the challenger. The woman driving looked up from her text message just in time to break before hitting the beast. She sat shocked, than struggled with her seat belt. She had lost precious time. The Other came crashing down on the hood of the car with his middle legs, his forelegs went through the windshield. By now, he attracted attention. People either drove off with no regard to traffic laws, or ran out of their cars screaming. They probably maimed more of each other than The Other cared to. He pushed himself off of the car, and chased a man into town, letting him have the lead for a while before pouncing on him and tearing into him with his over sized canines.

As he traveled deeper and deeper into town, chasing and playing with his victims long after his stomach was full, something caught his attention. Screams and cries, stemming from something other than him. He turned and saw the Cafe. At least that's what Brian recognized it as. The Other just saw a structure, filled with game. He turned his attention on the doors, beating on them with his horns and attempting to claw down the doors. Brian tried to block out the images of what was happening, but he couldn't help but see what The Other saw. After ripping open the doors, he was greeted by people who seemed to be trying to leave by them. They suddenly had a change of heart. The Other quickly dispatched one of those that didn't move out of the way fast enough.
 
Harper came out with the mop and glanced up as another guy walked to the counter. Great. Always somebody right when they were closing - not that it mattered since they'd stay open until everybody left. She sighed and mopped up the coffee carefully, wringing it out in the bucket and making sure the floor wasn't sticky or too wet. The wet floor sign was still up, but people tended to not notice that. Idiots. She shook her head a little at the thought, glancing at the blonde girl that she had served. Something had gone on between the guys and her, she figured, since they kept glancing at her.


Her thoughts stopped as one of the frat boys spanked her.


She whirled on them so fast that one seemed to think she was going to beat him with the mop. It was all she could take. She was scolding them for their lack of respect and responsibility, all thrown in with curses that could make a sailor cringe. It was like a combination of a pissed off mother and a girl on her period. Admittedly, it was probably pretty scary. She'd probably be yelled at later and maybe put off work for a few days, but at this point, she seriously didn't care.


Some girl with purple hair walked in, followed by a guy that was.. playing a trumpet in the corner? What the fuck? It was closing time and now all these people were showing up?! She shot a helpless look at Megan, seeing her ringing up a customer. They were going to be here all night!


That was when things started changing. She felt the odd sensation that she had felt the night before, and a bit of a smile played around her lips. Her pupils had spread until her eyes were a glittering black, and her hands tugged her hair free of its bun. Instead of the dark blonde, she was now sporting a bright blue. She pulled off her glasses off and watched the bloody scene off to the side, leaning absently on her mop. Well, that was interesting. The crash of a window made her look to the other side, where the trumpet player had apparently thrown somebody outside. It let in a touch of fresh air, which was nice. She looked over to another girl who was devouring a man with.. spiders?


"Freak," she muttered, then grinned. "Marne, I'm clocking out," she called out in a singsong tone, tossing the mop aside and strolling toward the door. Somebody was coming in through them and killed somebody else, but she didn't care. She just walked up to him and tapped him on the shoulder.


"Move it. You're blocking the door," she said, her tone cold even though she was grinning up at him.
 

"Dickheads," muttered Lauren. She rolled her eyes and whipped out her phone, running through her texts before checking up on the rest of her social networks. Continuing to nibble on the cookie, Lauren stopped and put down the sweet pastry as the boys started making even more noise that had transcended into loud screaming.

Turning around, Lauren's mouth opened to give them another earful of verbal assault before she saw the bloody scene that lay out before her. A scream was halfway up her throat before ... She changed. The neat, straightened blonde hair turned messier, more ragged. Her skin paled slightly, looking more deathly than merely untanned before - her eyes changed too, from the innocent-looking ones of a schoolgirl to menacing, dark ones.

The corners of her mouth curled up in a wry smile at the boy that had crawled up to her asking for help. Pleading. Begging. The nail of her index finger extended to almost four times its original length and she leaned forward, tracing it along the flesh of the boy's cheek, drawing a small bloody line.

"Looks like someone's not so noisy now, hmm?" she teased and then pressed her lips to his for a short moment. Giggling, Lauren stood up from her seat and nudged the boy aside with her foot.

The store was pretty much in absolute chaos, with so many of the teenagers in here turning into the monsters that were conceived by the enigmatic night. Glass was shattered, tables were flipped, blood was spilled. Strutting forward casually as if she didn't have a care in the world - her powers would protect her well enough any way, Lauren moved over to where Harper was, tapping the shoulder of the beast who had just crashed through.

She wrapped an arm around the girl's waist - she was hot. "Leave him be, babe," Lauren told her with a small giggle. "There's the other door right there." She cocked her head in the direction of the broken glass before she unraveled her arm from around Harper's waist and started towards it, gingerly stepping on spots that had no broken glass on it with deliberate and exaggerated care.

"Well, well, looks like everyone's getting the party started," Lauren commented offhandedly as she struck a pose on the street, running a hand through her messy blonde hair as ghoul-Jack came into view, having been drawn by his enhanced senses to the coffeeshop.
 
The man who The Other attacked lay there, his chest ripped apart and his organs still twitching. He let out a slow moan of pain, or perhaps he was in shock. The Other turned his horned head to look at Harper, then at Lauren who was also so bold to approach. The other took a while to react. He didn't like these two, they didn't run in fear of him like his usual prey. He didn't like it. After Lauren left, The Other would attempt to push Harper down with a single dinner plate sized paw. If he succeeded, the beast would loom over her, his forelegs straddling her body as he prepared to rip through her as he did the dying man. Suddenly, Brian would take hold.

He reeled back in terror at the vanishing thoughts of what the other was about to do, and what he did before. Anger flashed out, why would this strange looking woman be so stupid! "Ge ou a herrrre! Arrrre you supid?! Rrrun!" His voice was coarse and ugly, it was hard for him to speak around his large teeth. It then hit him that there were many more dead here. He only killed one. He looked around, wondering who did all this. The sight made him ill though, he climbed off of Harper if he were still atop her, and turned his head to empty the contents of his stomach. The beast had consumed nothing in the past day but the human flesh he ate that night. It hadn't long to digest, so it was all very recognizable. His body dry heaved, even more disgusted by the sight he saw. There was also a small sense of loss. He wouldn't be able to eat again tomorrow. God, what was wrong with him?

He wondered what he was going to do now. He killed again, and now people knew about him. Maybe they'd kill him, obviously he wasn't safe no matter where he went.
 
"Sorry gorgeous, my other half's kind of a pansy." Cole turned to face the rest of the room and was met with a mixture of revulsion and indignation.

"So now, what do we have here, this coffee shop has it's own personal little freak-show." He addressed the crowd, sitting up on the counter "Behind curtain number one we have a fucking cannibalistic monstrosity, while this is fucking bad, curtain number two here is even worse. Here we have the degradation of society mixed with superpowers and now everyone thinks they're such a badass that they can just stroll on past three human beings getting devoured like it's par for the course"

Cole sighed with what appeared to be disappointment "Since none of you other fucks will even acknowledge the goings on here, looks like it's up to me to unfuck this little situation we have here."

He closed his eyes, breathed deeply, and imagined the creature known as gauge dangling from it's ankles on a chain, and within an instant, it had happened. Gauge Trashed, but the chain was far to strong for him to ever break.

"Now before any of you shitheads try to debate the degradation of american society with me, I'm fucking out, deuces fucksticks."

And with that Cole hopped off the countertop, punched the gauge cretin in the temple to knock it unconscious, and walked out of the store. Lighting a cigarette on is way out. Before it was even half done, he had resigned to put and end to this madness, whatever it was.
 

9:18PM, TUESDAY, JULY 21ST, 2009

​
"SOMEONE CALL 9! SOMEONE CALL....SOME...SOMEONE CALL THE AUTHORITIES!" Marne was a spluttering and blundering fool, reaching out to Harper who wasn't looking back if it wasn't the last thing she did in the world. The girl had the right idea. Her overly large neck throbbed when the thrashing guy on the ground stopped moving after the 'kiss' given from Lauren. Another met the Reaper. Megan was trying to cross over Cole, not giving a shit about his double Exprewhatthefuckever, but was stopped in her steps when he started to monologue exactly after Marne asked for the authorities. It seemed fitting enough. In short, he simply thought everyone was insane and he didn't give a shit about anyone and anything.

Seemed legit.

Megan stepped over the bodies on the floor, making a disgusted scoffing sound, only to have her arm grabbed.

GET ME DOWN FROM HERE!"

"I didn't put you up there. Ask him."she murmured, crooking her head to Cole who was walking out the door, the ding! sound not too far behind. Megan fished her lip ring out of her pocket with her free hand, fixing it into a newly developed hole on her lip, shrugging. "Oh. Well. You just missed him."

"I DON'T GIVE A SHIT! GET ME DOWN! IT AIN'T LIKE HE DIDN'T ASK ME TO DO IT!"

"Whatever you frat fucks do in the bathroom together is none of my interest or my business. Now let me go. Quietly." He did neither of the things she ordered. His grip on her arm, white-knuckled and tightened, was starting to piss her off, but not scare her. Fear. She forgot the word existed. Her hair finally dropped to it's final stage of bright red, eyes tinting in the deep, forest green before Megan had completely changed. It wasn't anything new. It happened the night before while she was in her bedroom, drowning out to some incoherent screaming and low guttering of her favorite band. Night fell and Megan's appearance changed to what she was now. Her personality...? Not much so. She was still in a stable set of mind, just with more of the 'I don't give a fuck' attitude. She was much like the Lauren. Not caring what people thought and just saying it how it was. Megan's eyes flicked over to where Lauren now stood, hugging Harper from behind with Gauge still clawing at her arm.

And now, suddenly, she had gone from preppy blonde bitch to lesbian.

"Leave her alone, would you? She had a rough day."

"SOMEONE GET ME DOWN FROM HERE!" Gauge's screams were turning into sobs and Megan really didn't want to know what those chains could do. She just knew that now that she was off the clock, cleaning the blood off the floor was not an option. A far off police siren wailed in the streets and all heads turned to the door. No one showed any sign of fear: just annoyance. Megan looked to Marne who was curled behind the counter with a phone receiver close to her lips. That bitch. Suddenly, a fingernail stabbed directly through her arm, not going down deep, but deep enough for her to avert her attention back to Gauge.

"Imma fuckin' kill you, you stupid slut...."he drawled. The sobs were less painful and more maniacal, like he was enjoying the tears. That's when she saw the familiar glint in his eye. One that she recognized from before. Gauge got off on tears. Blood still crept along his lips and fingers as he clenched her arm more. Megan ignored another roar from Nagito and looked passed Cossette and Brian in annoyance. None of those bastards were helping her. The police were coming, there were bodies on the floor, and people were going crazy.

Cole was right. The situation needed to be unfucked and unfucked quick.
 
The stitched together ghoul stared at Lauren for some time, forgetting about what had drawn him to the chaos in the first place. For the first time a living creature looked at him and did not recoil in disgust. Did she know him? An eerie sound echoed outward from his throat. Would his form blur right before her eyes like a regular human? Perhaps none of them could keep up with him once the darker side of Jack got in motion.

Right in the face of Lauren now stood a figure robed in the rags of what was once a black hoodie. For a few moments the loose cloth moved with a brief breeze that came from nowhere. Yet in truth the breeze resulted from him coming to such a sudden stop. The way his muscled body swayed only in the slightest dropped a hint at just how much stamina and strength laid beneath his skin. Grey skin akin to the stone of a perfect sculpture but with stitches scattered to and fro like a failed experiment.

Sniff sniff.

Cole's voice broke the focus placed on Lauren, drawing his attention within the coffee shop. As the other male went on about those starring in this sick freak show, Jack moved with swift steps from victim to victim. Disgust twisted his features upon witnessing the gore he came to find scattered about with such little care. Words fell on deaf ears for the longest time as he searched for a sweet taste to savor. If the others cared to look, they might have caught sight of him running his tongue along a few of the survivors in desperation before giving up.

That was when Gauge's blabbering caught his attention at long last.

Predatory in his gait, the darker half of a troubled young man circled Megan and her tormentor. Would she even notice him? The pace was not a slow one. Afterimages left in his wake made Gauge feel completely surrounded. Fear now gripped him in the form of a hand around his throat and a piercing gaze. Before the cruel one could react another hand clasped the wrist belonging to the hand that brought harm to Meagan. Even though Gauge tried to block him, every time this hooded youth moved nothing appeared capable of stopping him. A loud cracking noise sounded as the wrist in Jack's grasp found itself twisted beyond it's limits. Broken. With the hand rendered useless it could no longer hold the girl captive. Still gripped by the throat, Gauge found himself flung across the room at an impressive clip.

Now standing over her, still as a statue stood a young man who among other things had fast hands.

Very fast hands.

Leaning in close, his nose started to twitch as though he smelled something. And that something he appeared to like. Just at the right corner of his mouth a devilish smirk formed as a hand was extended outward, palm facing up, offering to help the red-haired girl up to her feet. If she accepted she might find herself with the quickest escape possible from this mess. Unfortunately that also meant trusting a total stranger who by no means qualified as normal. Perhaps she would look to his eyes, what some called windows to the soul, for a hint at his true nature. Yet what she found there would excite or repulse her as the sirens drew ever closer.

Both eyes glittered with a yearning that was both hunger and thirst. One that called for neither blood nor tears. . . but sweat.
 
9:23 PM, Tuesday, July 21st, 2009


​
Nagito clawed and ripped his way across the room, sending limbs one way and the body in another. The people in the bar scrambled for cover, knocking over each other, kids, anything to get away from the monster! Soon enough people were jumping through the windows and kicking each other in his path; the sense of fear in the room was so thick it could be cut in half. Four bodies laid either wounded or bled to death from limb-loss.


"Please, God!! The all merciful...!-- The man cried out as he crawled, incapacitated from a gash across his stomach. Nagito grabbed him by the ankle and tugged him back to his feet. He turned the man over with his foot and stomped on his gash, then reached his clawed hand into his rip cage. Nagito leaned forward as he coughed and hacked up blood, his dreads trickling against his bloodied face as he ripped out his heart, the hole spewing out a fountain of blood. Four people laid torn and massacred across the bar, but not to his satisfaction.

One brave-or foolish- soul grabbed a chair and broke it over the black beast's back. Nagito only staggered an inch before snapping back to look at the man. His wings webbing tightened up and shaped into a spear, then impaled him from his stomach and out the cap of his head. He whipped his wing from his body and split him in half, then got on all fours, licking up the fucker's blood like a sweet nectar.

He licked his lips as he came to his feet, tasting his fingers as the bar laid empty. Te only two who stayed were him and a girl of similar looks from the one that entered before him. He turned to look upon her and grinned, however, the Cops were on the way... "Fun Time" would just have to wait til later....
View attachment 14718
 
[Dash=#cc3300]
She looked around and simply huffed. Cosette felt the place be submerged in body heat. Even bodily fluids that should be disposed properly. Together with the mix of blood? It reeked. watching as more people come in and some even leave. She felt it was time for her leave too. The stench made her ill even in this new form. Plus the fun rampaged the streets as the front doors were knocked open. The people ended up flooded the streets making no more fun to feed the thirst. Fear in general was alright but when the individual died from fear... Man was it tasty. Her slender body swayed and even hopped to get over the dead bodies. The others had caused her fun to run short and now they were all chasing the humans too? Seemed pathetic.

Upon walking out and into the open, her phone rang again. Her body jerked a bit but ended up looking for the sound. She looked at the phone and answered it. "Yeah? What the hell do you want?"
It was a male's voice on the phone. A smirk instantly spread on her face. "Cosette? We have a group project due tomorrow." This human she wanted to have a little fun with.

"I'm sorry Paul... I'll head up. Where's you're room again?" Her voice almost even sounded innocent again.

"Hester College. Room 638. Be careful."

After that was said, the fun had began. She wanted to bring another one of her kind with her on this but all seemed to have already left. Cosette shrugged it off and headed to the Hester dorm building. This whole building was her prey and she would only share it with possibly one other. The rest would have to go through her. Her feet lead her and walked her inside. Everyone noticed her right off the bat. Of course they would. The person who technically owned the body used to visit her best friend who lived in this building. Poor Sven... Too bad she was the one who killed him. Her eyes looked up at a few and glowed. Her lips curved again and the whole lobby blanketed in darkness. A group of 4 were caught in her clutches. Another spider one happened happened to a very girly female. Go figure. "How boring..." A male backed up until he came to an invisible wall. Her tongue danced across one of her canines. He shot his hands to the sides trying to push the walls back. The arm's eventually snapped and the bone shown from outside his skin. His screams blared into her ears. Luckily... Once under the blanket the sound was mute to the outside world until her say so. The wall in front of him was the only one left. His leg propped up praying to his god that he'd make it safe out of this hell he was trapped in. Within that minute his leg snapped and the wall closed shut. His body fell to the floor and just stopped. The man's heart had exploded. Claustrophobia. Lovely. The other female was scarred of piercing sounds. Was another boring one. Out of every orifice blood fell. His hands cupped around his ears trying to stop the high fruequency. Of course it had been no use.

The last game before her target... Cynophobia. The scene around him changed. He felt as though he was on his way home from work. He had a smile on his face from his 'raise' he had just received. The man felt great. A howl surrounded him making him stop right in step. His body shook. He knew what it was... Footsteps pattered along the streets as the paws ran through puddles. The hungry hounds stopped in front of him. They licked their canines and brushed the ground with their wet paws. Growls all around him. The man's body shook in complete fear. He even soaked himself. One by one the hounds lashed out at him only striking him bit by bit. They played with the food. Why wouldn't they? Seemed fun. The man swung his fists trying to defend himself. From above a dog pounced him landing them both to the ground. His time reached it's end. Scratches. Bites. The guy fainted leaving her with no attack. She could try his fears in his dreams but she didn't want to waste anymore time. "Lucky jerk..." Cosette stormed off to the elevator. It took her to the sixth floor. She dusted off her body and knocked.

The door flung open and his arms wrapped around her. "Thank god... You're okay. I hear there has been attacks already." He let go and welcomed her in. Paul sat at his computer chair and pulled up their homework. "So here I've already done our graphing we have to show. I even have done some more research." He rotated towards her and became wide eyed. Her shirt was off leaving her bra. "What are you doing?"
HOTgothchickwithredblkblondehair.jpg
​

"Giving you what you want." Her body walked to his and straddled his lap. Her lips met his. Within that instant... She was his. Her blanket covered him. Her real body stood, sat on the bed, and put back on her shirt. Human minds were so easy to trick. Especially since his was filled with lust that never had been used on any other. The kiss between Paul and her fake self grew passionate. Her real body stood and shivered in disgust then walked out. The scene she did not want to see be played out. Love was just not her thing. She stood patiently outside. Cosette was inside kissing the guy passionately. Her tongue trailed into his mouth then slithered further down. Talk about shoving the tongue down the throat... The guy was scared of relationship for some strange reason. The dark pink body part made a shortness in receiving air. She heard the guy hacking and nodded. "Now." Within seconds his body splattered all over the walls. Nothing in a big chunk was really left of him.She felt the fear fill into her. She gave out a moan and headed back down. Her body walked out the building and into the streets. Cosette turned around. Floor by floor she blanketed each one and let them all either die or pass out. Which ever came first.

The building had been left in a massacre. Sadly, most of the people seemed to have passed out in the building but the fears are what counts in her feeding times... The women had been quite full and now just looked for a place to relax or even just to watch others.​

[/Dash]
 
9:33 PM, Tuesday, July 21st, 2009


​
​After licking his hands clean, Nagito stretched his arms and let out a snarl. He made a monstrous grin, cracked his neck, and wiped his stringy -black bangs from his eyes. The fun was over and done with, at least in this place as far as he was concerned. Stepping through the valley of death and wretched wounds he created, he tapped his finger in a musical tune from a song. As he tapped he began to whistle to it, the sound forming words as he stopped his finger and walked around the room examining his work. Jeepers~Creepers~ Where'd you get those peeper he whistled fluently as he ripped off a corpses head and shook it as if it was talking.

"Now that's a face only a mother could love." he joked with a snicker in his throat.

He tossed it in the air and let it fall, then kicked it around like soccer practice. It went over head and he caught it on the rebound with his heel, launching it back over and catching it by slipping the toe of his shoe in the heads mouth. Nagito picked it up and held it like a puppet.

"I think I'll call you, Paul!" he announced hysterically, just then the spotlights from cop cars and under mounted lights shined on his body. He made the served head look at him as he looked back as if another person was with him.

"Ah shit, Paul! It be the Po-Po!!" he said in a horrid southern accent. As they moved in, he kicked the head at their feet and took flight out the roof, gone, without a trace to their eyes. The beat of his wings flapped hard as he flew over head, the air sounding as if he was passing at the speed of sound as he spiraled around. He let out a loud laugh as he licked his sharpened fangs, then felt a shock of pain in his chest, brief but devastating. he lost his grip and tumbled from the air to fall through a window, sliding against the ground into what felt like metal. As his vision cleared he saw a room the reeked of depression and misery, not from sensing it, but just the look of it's interior.

Blood red walls, black-shaded drapes, and the people inside numbered to the thousands in black make-up and pale white skin. He was in a fucking Goth Party! from the looks of the place they were either getting high, having sex, or just blowing their brains out; possibly more ways than one. Nagito didn't understand these kind of things. Depression maybe, but not deep-end 'I hate my life' so and so! He stared at them confused at first, and they returned the look. One finally grabbed enough courage to reach down and touch him.

"Dude.. Are you a demon..?" he asked, sounding sarcastically excited. "No," Nagito replied. "But I've seen Hell..." he shrugged. He flapped to his feet and instantly spotted a band on stage, trying to do a cover of My Curse by Killswitch Engage. With a lift of his right brow and disappointed smirk out his left cheek, his face gave off a 'Are you fucking kidding me!?' assumption, his markings flashed red quickly before he approached the stage. He moved up to the guitarist and snatched his guitar from his hands, the rest of the band standing around a watching him get bullied out of his instrument.

"Yo, what's your problem, Bro-- THWACK!! he silenced him with a slap of his guitar. He strapped on the guitar and tuned it right, he grabbed the mic and cleared his throat, he needed to grab their attention first.

"Everyone in the building....... SHUT THE HELL UP!!!" the mic screeched as everything fell silent, they gazed silently at the stage and waited for him to speak. "Here's something you fucks might recognizes!" He looked to the band with a harsh glare. "Stay on track and don't fuck up, else you'll look like Kenny Rogers down there," he said as he pointed to the boy he knocked out. The one holding the acoustic guitar nodded, his friend on the base followed, and the one on the drums did the same.

"3-2-1!!" he shouted and pointed to the acoustic player to begin a solo. Then he pointed to the base player and he caught up on beat, then the drums, and Nagito added on. Until he came to his favorite song of all time. And he played it like a god!

​
 
You must log in or register to reply here.
Top Bottom
Back