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Located between Puget Sound and Lake Washington in King County, of which it is the county seat, and overlooking Elliott Bay, Seattle is nicknamed The Emerald City. The city is a damp green gem, with an abundance of evergreen trees throughout, and spectacular views of the Cascade mountains to the east and the Olympic mountains to the west.

The door opens into a downtown street. The sky is dark, snow is falling, but there are many people out and about. Prosperous. Almost smug in their sense of security.

Date: 2008-12-31 01:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mr-v-and-mr-c.livejournal.com
"Where's the rich part of town? It's always amusing to turn it into the destroyed part of town . . ."

Date: 2008-12-31 01:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mr-v-and-mr-c.livejournal.com
They take the seats behind her, and begin to fiddle with the hatchets.

"Nice."

Date: 2008-12-31 01:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mr-v-and-mr-c.livejournal.com
"While still in the car?" is Croup's amused reply.

Date: 2008-12-31 01:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mr-v-and-mr-c.livejournal.com
". . . lets find out, shall we?"

Date: 2009-01-02 06:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mr-v-and-mr-c.livejournal.com
Croup is inhumanly fast. He blurs, and then there are a dozen or so new corpses.

Date: 2009-01-05 06:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mr-v-and-mr-c.livejournal.com
Vandemar is not as fast. He makes up for it by being strong. The kind of strong that can send a weapon through walls.

"Nine, Mr. Croup." He thinks a moment, then adds, "I could use a bite to eat."

"Hmm, yes. I wouldn't mind something either. Any parties we could crash, m'lady?"

Date: 2009-01-05 07:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mr-v-and-mr-c.livejournal.com
"Sounds delightful. Let's get going, shall we?"

Date: 2009-01-05 08:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mr-v-and-mr-c.livejournal.com
Croup and Vandemar casually get out of the car.

"Should we change?"

"Nah. 'S more fun if we're human, more of a shock that way."

"Yes, I suppose you have a point."

"Several of them." Vandemar takes out a knife and throws it at the groom.

Date: 2009-01-05 08:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mr-v-and-mr-c.livejournal.com
They pounce on her, and I do mean pounce. They're more like animals than humans at this point.

Then they start to eat. It's not cannibalism, not really--they aren't humans, after all.

Date: 2009-01-05 08:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mr-v-and-mr-c.livejournal.com
Once they tire of her, they head for the best man and the bridesmaids.

They take out some very nasty-looking objects.

"Thumbscrews, Pear of Anguish, crocodile shears, instep borer . . ." Croup smirks. "Which one should we try first?"

"Pear of Anguish. I like that one."

Date: 2009-01-05 09:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mr-v-and-mr-c.livejournal.com
They like bravery. Enough that those two might even get a quick death.

But first, there are bridesmaids to damage.

The Pear of Anguish is, shall we say, unpleasant.

And the best man will be getting an intense few minutes with the crocodile shears . . .

Date: 2009-01-06 06:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mr-v-and-mr-c.livejournal.com
They are, naturally, torn apart.

Croup and Vandemar, quite exceedingly bloody by now, wander up to the aforementioned couple.

"Do you truly believe that you are strong enough to protect her?" asks Croup, amused.

Date: 2009-01-09 06:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mr-v-and-mr-c.livejournal.com
"I have a deal for you," says Croup, smirking. "We'll let one of you go painlessly, if the other offers to play a while."

Date: 2009-01-09 10:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mr-v-and-mr-c.livejournal.com
Croup and Vandemar just smile at the man and lick their lips.

Date: 2009-01-09 10:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mr-v-and-mr-c.livejournal.com
"Oh, not particularly.

"Although it would be fun to see if he'd be willing to offer himself, for her sake."

Date: 2009-01-09 10:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mr-v-and-mr-c.livejournal.com
It starts with the heretic's fork--a device that forces the head all the way back, to the point of pain. Then thumbscrews. Her fingers snap like bread sticks, and she screams.

They tear off the mutliated fingers--and they eat them.

Date: 2009-01-09 11:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mr-v-and-mr-c.livejournal.com
"Can we play with them, as well?"

Date: 2009-01-09 11:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mr-v-and-mr-c.livejournal.com
"Simplicity, I think, can often be more frightening."

"Just walk out," Vandemar clarifies.

Date: 2009-01-12 06:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mr-v-and-mr-c.livejournal.com
"Too quick." Vandemar picks up a morningstar and grins.

"Indeed, firearms tend to kill faster than is pleasurable. Anyway, we prefer the old standbys."

Date: 2009-01-13 07:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mr-v-and-mr-c.livejournal.com
"Absolutely delicious," agrees Croup.

Vandmear just laughs and licks blood off his lips.

Date: 2009-01-14 06:35 pm (UTC)

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