Serial Killer Round 44 - Dungeons & Doubles! Started! Killer is Dead! Round Over!
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You edited your quote... e,e I'm watchin' you.RaNDM G said:
And I just don't like pixel art style or stories that require waaaay too much homework to follow. >.> I have nothing personal against it.
@Sky: You too huh? I've suffered my great injustice early so I suppose I'm in the same position as you. Well, minus the GM powers.
They broke down my doors and barged in. I was ready, I knew what would happen, and I didn't resist. Such is the cycle.
"Empress, you've been sentenced to die."
[hr]
I knew. I knew he was the spy. He told me. The Emperor doesn't know it's my fault he died. They were looking for me, instead they found him. I'm sorry.
He. He. He. No one suspected she.
I am the Empress. We are death.
[hr]
I took a syringe filled with liquified fruits and veggies. You had to keep them healthy. Phil was strapped to a gurney. He had a tube in his nose that went down his throat. He refused to eat, and consistently chewed through the tube when it was in his mouth.
"My butler went through a lot to make this nice dinner for you." I depressed the plunger, slowly pumping the stuff into his stomach. I needed him alive for now. He groaned and started to thrash a little, but the restraints held. "Shh, you're sick. Don't worry. I'll make you better."
Another syringe went into his IV. It made him sleep.
His fingers were making him sick. I had to cut them off.
[hr]
"Butler?"
"Yes, master?"
Master. Master. Mistress. I slid a folded paper across the table. He took it, and read it, my dear, faithful, butler. My dear, sweet, murderer.
"I understand, sir. I'll take care of him right away."
He came back with a broken noise, and broken ribs, and a small concussion. He should have been more careful. But he did it. He brought me back the Priest's heart, and his book, and his hands.
Phil is still sick. Maybe it's his legs?
[hr]
They know. I'm on borrowed time. No loose ends. I need to finish this.
"Why?"
"I'm sorry."
No I'm not.
I put my hand over his mouth and sliced his neck open. He never knew who I was.
But it was okay. The Priest's hands were all I needed. Snip, snap. I gave Phil new fingers. Maybe it was his legs after all.
[hr]
I need more blood. The sacrifice isn't ready. I killed a spider, and put her in the grinder, and put it in the tube. Bone pieces kept getting stuck.
[hr]
I didn't bother to defend myself. Not when my living room looked like this. My first "victim" was never killed. He was hanging upside down from the rafters. I watched as scarlet drops fell. They completed the circle. We would be reborn. They might have recognized the symbols, but it was too late, they were already inside. More drops. Crude stitches held what was left together. I wasn't good at sewing. It was quiet, except for the angel's pained groans. He was helping give birth to the new world. To my new world.
My gun wasn't pointed towards the intruders, but up, up at my lovely lamb, my sacred sacrifice.
Bang! He slumped. The blood spurt all over me, all over us.
Terratina's body was still in the basement. Her ribs had gotten stuck in the blades, but I already had enough, so I left her there. They would find her. I didn't clean up the messy trail she left. Their blood was on my hands.
Bang!
I fell.
B a ng! b An g 1 !! b a N g 1zz...
my bl O od c o o m P L e a t S t h 3 C I r C l E
w e a r e o n e a g a i n
"Empress, you've been sentenced to die."
[hr]
Code:
I WAS A MEMBER OF THE COUNCIL. I WAS A SPY. I WAS TASKED TO FIND TRUTH, BUT NEVER FOUND THE ONE IMPORTANT TO THIS GAME. YOU MAY HAVE HELPED YOURSELF, OR DAMNED YOURSELF WITH MY DEATH. OTHERS KNOW WHAT I HAVE FOUND, THEY ONLY NEED TO SPREAD THE WORD.He. He. He. No one suspected she.
I am the Empress. We are death.
[hr]
I took a syringe filled with liquified fruits and veggies. You had to keep them healthy. Phil was strapped to a gurney. He had a tube in his nose that went down his throat. He refused to eat, and consistently chewed through the tube when it was in his mouth.
"My butler went through a lot to make this nice dinner for you." I depressed the plunger, slowly pumping the stuff into his stomach. I needed him alive for now. He groaned and started to thrash a little, but the restraints held. "Shh, you're sick. Don't worry. I'll make you better."
Another syringe went into his IV. It made him sleep.
His fingers were making him sick. I had to cut them off.
[hr]
"Butler?"
"Yes, master?"
Master. Master. Mistress. I slid a folded paper across the table. He took it, and read it, my dear, faithful, butler. My dear, sweet, murderer.
"I understand, sir. I'll take care of him right away."
He came back with a broken noise, and broken ribs, and a small concussion. He should have been more careful. But he did it. He brought me back the Priest's heart, and his book, and his hands.
Phil is still sick. Maybe it's his legs?
[hr]
They know. I'm on borrowed time. No loose ends. I need to finish this.
"Why?"
"I'm sorry."
No I'm not.
I put my hand over his mouth and sliced his neck open. He never knew who I was.
But it was okay. The Priest's hands were all I needed. Snip, snap. I gave Phil new fingers. Maybe it was his legs after all.
[hr]
I need more blood. The sacrifice isn't ready. I killed a spider, and put her in the grinder, and put it in the tube. Bone pieces kept getting stuck.
[hr]
I didn't bother to defend myself. Not when my living room looked like this. My first "victim" was never killed. He was hanging upside down from the rafters. I watched as scarlet drops fell. They completed the circle. We would be reborn. They might have recognized the symbols, but it was too late, they were already inside. More drops. Crude stitches held what was left together. I wasn't good at sewing. It was quiet, except for the angel's pained groans. He was helping give birth to the new world. To my new world.
My gun wasn't pointed towards the intruders, but up, up at my lovely lamb, my sacred sacrifice.
Bang! He slumped. The blood spurt all over me, all over us.
Terratina's body was still in the basement. Her ribs had gotten stuck in the blades, but I already had enough, so I left her there. They would find her. I didn't clean up the messy trail she left. Their blood was on my hands.
Bang!
I fell.
B a ng! b An g 1 !! b a N g 1zz...
my bl O od c o o m P L e a t S t h 3 C I r C l E
w e a r e o n e a g a i n
In a barrage of fire, one cycle had ended.
In that moment, as Skye lay in a pool of her own blood, the life slowly fading from her body...
The people of Murderville cast aside their tools for slaughter.
A new cycle would soon begin, but for now, the people had hope.
Hope that they would be one step closer to the end of this vicious game.
Hope that the next cycle would not require the senseless deaths of many, but the sacrifices of a few.
Hope that in the next round...
We won't get fooled again.
We got her!
In that moment, as Skye lay in a pool of her own blood, the life slowly fading from her body...
The people of Murderville cast aside their tools for slaughter.
A new cycle would soon begin, but for now, the people had hope.
Hope that they would be one step closer to the end of this vicious game.
Hope that the next cycle would not require the senseless deaths of many, but the sacrifices of a few.
Hope that in the next round...
We won't get fooled again.
We got her!
[HEADING=2]Yeap, that's right, SkyeNeko was the killer!! O:[/HEADING]
The rounds over! Hooray!
.... *sobs* I DON'T WANNA GIVE AWAY MY CROWN ;_;
@RaNDM G: *Jumps down from the JIB, curb stomping you with an epic force due to the terminal velocity speeds I have reached.*
