hadriel | 2 Anonymous Video + 1 Open Text (cw: gore, murder and cannibalisim)

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2 Anonymous Video + 1 Open Text (cw: gore, murder and cannibalisim)

OOC: The linked pictures under the cut contain images some may find disturbing. Text may contain talk of murder, cannibalism and graphic violence. Both pictures are from the TV show Hannibal and are not real. Pictures are on links and not actually shown in the thread under the cut! ^u^;

[Video 1]

[ Will had taken his originals phone and managed to find an anonymous setting for it, it was better this way at least just for now. Afterward, he would happily let it be known it was he who had committed the terrible crimes he was about to share.

Instead of having the camera of his phone facing himself Will, had it facing forwards, recording what he was seeing. Grass, footsteps walking backward in the grass. It seemed that he was down by the lake what with the sound of water in the near distance. Eventually, the camera scrolled upwards and finally fixed on a horrifying sight. A young woman, dead and impaled on the horned head of a monster from the tunnels.

The way in which she was displayed was almost a work of art. Each limb was hanging in exactly the same place, her wounds were perfectly clean and the antlers protruding them were all about the same size. It was clear that a great deal of work had gone into getting the woman to look exactly how they were supposed to. Beautiful~

Behind the camera, Will sighed out a pleased sound, extending his hand so that it was seen on screen, and from the distance he was from his art, he cupped his hand and ghosted it around the body. ]

[Video 2]

[ A few hours after the first video, Will was back in his apartment, where he had just finished hanging his latest trophy. ]

Perfect... So beautiful in every way...

[ If you knew Will, you may recognize his voice or his living room, he'd gone beyond fully hiding this time, no, he was out to ruin Will completely and what better way than confirm him as the killer he'd been accused of being? The women on the screen looked an awful lot like the first one he'd shown earlier, both with trim, well-toned bodies and shoulder length light blond hair. A lot like a certain member of the City Guard as a matter of fact.

Will sat down across from the trophy hanging, impaled and bloodied on his wall. Zooming in and out to show the blood slowly dripping down from the impale wounds. There was something else, both women had a fresh scar on their sides where the kidneys would have been, ]

[Text]

[ a few hours after the second video, Will addressed the network via text. Coming from his own phone this time. ]

I was wondering if anyone would be so kind as to keep me company tonight? What with everything that's going on in the City, I've found myself fearing to leave my apartment.

I can cook for you, I was able to get my hands on some fresh meat, it was supposed to be for Winston but if I can use it make a delicious meal in exchange for good company I will. It's just some game meat that I bargained from Hope.

Anyway, yea... Don't let a lonely man dine alone?

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[ The double needs to spend less time at Pell's house, or he's going to be found out. They're already suspicious so he's been keeping his sabotages to work for the time being. But he has nowhere to go in the evenings... this is perfect. He recognizes who the message is coming from, as well, and ties it to the videos that were posted earlier. Another double, to be sure. He won't get to fuck with Will but he'll be safe there. He replies before leaving the clinic. ]

I would never let you dine alone. Mind if I come by now?

[ Ah yes, the ever so kind man who had healed Will, shame he'd not left him to die really but Will isn't going to hold that against them, they didn't know any better. at the offer of company, Will smiles while reading the text. ]

You are more than welcome in my home, anytime, really. Please, I shall leave the door unlocked.

I'll be right over.

[ He packs his bag up and heads to the bar first to get a bottle of wine, then shows up at Will's. Door unlocked, he slips inside and heads for the kitchen, assuming that's where the double of Pell's friend will be. He's rather curious about the art project in the videos earlier. ]

Hello?

Ah, Pell! I'm in here, just washing up actually.

[ Will was indeed in the kitchen, washing his hands in the blood-stained sink. The pots on the stove bubbled away with a delicious smell, something baking in the oven too, it all seemed fairly normal. Well, apart from that poor girl displayed on the wall in the living room of course. ]

I'm glad you could make it. Was starting to fell a bit lonely. Oh, you brought something to drink? How thoughtful. Here, let me get you a glass.

[ Drying his hands as he came over to greet Pell, a handshake, and kiss on the cheek. ]

[ Pell shakes and kisses back, liking this version of Will already. He sets the bottle down on the counter and lets Will get out glasses as he crosses to the stove and takes a sniff. ]

You're quite the chef, aren't you? And the artist, it seems.

[Just when Will thought he was lucky enough to have one guest for dinner, it turns out he'll have two.

There's a knock at the door, and then the person outside waits patiently for a response. When someone finally comes to open the door, Jill, or her other-self, is standing there. Not that anyone can tell doubles from the real ones by just looking at them.

She's wearing the form-fitting combat suit rather than the more casual fatigues Jill's taken up in the last couple of months, and a black cloak is resting over her shoulders. Since she wanted Will to see her face, her mask is stowed away, hidden inside of her cloak.]

If you had met me under different circumstances, you'd take back that comment.

[ He smirked, referring to his original after all, that Will was hardly good in the kitchen and as for art? Well... ]

Though I am glad you have good taste. I wasn't sure on the reception I'd received. I'm not so bothered about how it turns out for him, but I think the people here have a right to know what kind of man is living under their nose.

[ With a smile, he raised a glass to Pell, just as there was a knock at the door. ]

Ah! More dinner guests, excuse me a moment would you?

[ As he answered the door he almost choked on his drink. Seeing Jill of all people before him, he was a little startled. However, after a second thought, this could be her double? She looked more mysterious and didn't seem to have a gun pointed at his face. ]

Jill! What a pleasant surprise! Please, please do come in!

Of course they do. I wouldn't have guessed he's that kind of man from what I remember... you've done a public service. Where is he, by the way? I'd like to see him.

[ To play.

Then there's a knock on the door and he's nodding, sipping his wine and leaning back against the counter as he waits for Will to answer the door. The wman standing there is lovely, if oddly attired. Pell raises his glass to her, pulling a third one down for the new guest. ]

Wine, miss?

[This Jill is clearly different than the one Will talked to at the bar. There's definitely something colder about her. Less charming. More deadly.

At the invitation she walks inside and pauses to look around. The grotesque 'art' naturally gets her attention and she stares at it for a long moment, her expression neutral.]

No wine. I'm not here for you.

[Her icy blue eyes go from Pell to Will.]

Or you.

[She's here for the real thing.]

The things he's seen and the people he's let in here.

[ Tapping his temple as he explains to Pell. ]

He honestly shouldn't be allowed out in public. I don't know what the FBI were thinking. Oh, he's in his room by the way.

[ Seeing as Jill didn't seem to have any interest in him or Pell, and Pell seemed to want to see the original Will too. He shrugged and sipped his wine, walking back into the kitchen and tending to the food.

Will could hear most of what was being said, though it was just muffled, familiar voices. His arms ached and his body was sore from having been tied up for all this time. The gag in his mouth was soaked through with his own drool and blood. What a pretty picture he was indeed. ]

[ Pell gives Jill a sideways glance; she looks like she means business. He could take her out in an instant but decides to play nice. It's Will's party after all. ]

As long as you're not planning to kill him, I'll share. That's no fun.

[ He takes another sip of wine and puts his glass down on the table, calling over his shoulder to Will in the kitchen. ]

We'll be back.

[ And then he's leading the way to Will's bedroom -- as promised, he's tied up at the foot of the bed, looking for all the world like he should be wrapped in a bow. Pell steps in, leaving the door open for Jill behind him and walking right up to Will, rolling him onto his back and straddling him at the waist. It must be agony on his arms. ]

I'm going to take this gag off. You don't scream, now.

Of course I planned on killing him.

[Why else would she come here? For the company? The food? The only thing that matters to her is the mission. For now, though, Jill doesn't make any violent motions. She just follows Pell to the other room. When Pell obviously means to toy with Will, she frowns. Ridiculous games.

She's sure it's odd for him to see her standing there, but given his own experience with his double, he can probably figure out who she is. He's a smart man, after all.]

[ Ah great! Pell! Will recognized him, he'd healed the broken bones and helped with the-- Oh, okay, no... Maybe not then?

He winced as he was pushed back, this was going to play hell with his freshly healed ribs and fingers. As he was straddled and the crude gag in his mouth was removed, he spotted Jill in the doorway. ]

Jill!

[ His voice hoarse and dry, coughing and spluttering right after calling for her- but wait! Did he hear her right? She planned to k-kill him?! His heart sank in his chest and the hopeless feeling of having absolutely no control overwhelmed him. Closing his eyes and swallowing the lump in his throat.

Pell was light, but it was a trouble to breathe with them straddle on him like that. Wincing from time to time, giving a shuffle and stretch or discomfort. ]

Pell.. Please...

[ shaking his head, his eyes saying it all. The total and utter hurt that swelled in them. Why did his friends want to kill him? Why did his double tie him up? Just what was going on!? ]

Don't worry, I'll protect you from her. But I think you already know we're not your friends. No use playing that game now is there?

[ Seeing as Will's own double is in the kitchen. Pell strokes a hand up WIll's cheek into his hair, grabbing a handful of it and pulling his head back so their gazes can meet. Something he remembers is difficult for Will. ]

I'm not here to hurt you. I'm here to show you what Pell wants, since he can't. Do you think that'll be fun?

[The glimmer of hope in his voice is kind of satisfying, since that hope is crushed a second later. There's plenty Jill would like to do, as well, but Pell seems to be taking Will as his personal play-thing for awhile. All she can really do for the moment is lean against the doorway and watch, curious about what will happen.

A glance goes over her shoulder and into the living room at Will to see how he might be occupying his time. Probably taking more pictures of his art or something. Weeeeeirdoooo.]

[ Hissing through grit teeth as Pell gripped him by his dark curls, turning him to face him. Will refused to look for too long, uncomfortable and honestly fearful, he simply took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

Trying his best to look as peaceful as he could. Perhaps if he offered no entertainment, they would stop whatever it was they had planned... That, and he couldn't bear to see Jill standing over there, looking at him with such cold, lackluster eyes. ]

I'm sure if there was something Pell wanted to show me, he would of his own accord. He doesn't need you being the messenger.

[ Will honestly wasn't too bothered what they did to the original, he had planned on getting him locked away for the rest of his life, so if they wanted to play with him or end his life, then so be it!

He was however still just as fascinated by Jill as the other Will was too. Having her here in the apartment was wonderful~ As she turned her attention his way, he was busy making the girl on the walls hair, look exactly how Jill's was styled right now. Tossing her a little smile and waving the girls limp hand at her. ]

No, no he wouldn't. Because, see... he cares about you. [ The emphasis is mocking and cynical. ] He'd never hurt you. I will.

[ The double has Pell's curiosity, see, and none of the restraints. And where Pell would be gentle, this creature lives to cause pain and suffering. He leans forward, close enough that they're breathing the same air, and smiles. ]

We want to know just what's in that head of yours.

[ And then his mouth is over Will's, taking it in a demanding kiss. Which isn't unpleasant, honestly. Until the presence in his mind -- where Pell would nudge in, brushing the barriers aside, the double is a sledgehammer, a wrecking ball. Where usually Pell's presence is warm and gentle this creature is cold and sharp, tearing through Will's thoughts disorientingly. He digs, for the deepest and the worst, drawing forth whatever memories Will most wants to keep hidden.

What does he see? ]

[Jill knits her brow and frowns at Will as he uses the corpse as his personal doll. Disgusting. And on the other side of her, she takes note of Pell's actions. She did not want to stand around and watch them make out. Get a room you guys. Oh wait, they're in a room. Jill turns to leave Will and Pell to their 'moment' and walks toward Will, though she still keeps a sizeable distance between them.]

Why haven't you killed her yet? She too much for you?

[Maybe Will is incapable of killing someone as well trained as the real Jill Valentine.]

[ Taken aback by the sudden kiss, Will's mind grew puzzled and confused. Surely that wasn't what Pell had wanted? Will didn't think himself very kissable- Ah, okay wait, yes, this makes more sense. More, horrific and downright nasty scene. As distracting as the nice kiss was, Will began to panic. He couldn't fight back! He was bound and tied! Besides, Pell was invading his mind and at an alarming speed.

It was painful, more painful that Will would have imagined and there was nothing he could do to stop Pell from unlocking any memories he wanted. Will tried to think of something meaningless, something easy and pleasing, like fishing in the river back home, or fixing up a boat engine surrounded by his dogs- However the more he tried to hide, the more Pell's being imposed and pained him.

Eventually Will cracked, his memory palace shattering and spilling out all the dark horrible things he wanted to hide away. Hobbs was there, like a ghost with dead eyes, asking Pell who they were as the bullet holes in his chest that Will has gifted him seeped out black blood. Al the disgusting and vile things he'd imagined from every murder he'd ever seen, even the few perverse one's he'd seemed to enjoy. And finally, his most horrible memory... Throwing up the ear of dear, sweet Abigail...

Visions of how he'd sliced her throat and let her bleed out. Consuming her ear and disposing of the body. Trinkets of his kills he'd hide in everything inside his house. Hair in pillow cases, bone pushed down and turned into glue... Teeth ground into chalk. It was a nightmare and one Will was still struggling to understand himself, he didn't need Pell confusing him more.

As all of this was going on in the bedroom between the two's minds, Will was pleased to a moment alone with Jill. Her question brought a smirk to his lips. ]

Oh, no, dear sweet Jill, I think you misunderstand him- How adorable. No, no, he can't kill her, that's what's so frustrating. He want's to! He'd love to get his hands around that pearly white neck of yours and just-

[ Strangling the dangling corpse as he explained before dusting his hands clean and taking a step towards her. ]

It's just, he can't. He's impotent when it comes to getting it actually done. That's why he sees you in all these other, less worthy girls. I mean, you can't blame him, just look at you! What man wouldn't want to kill for or kill you! He's pathetic really.

[ Sipping his wine and sitting on the coffee table. ]

I bet he hasn't even made a move on her yet? Not that he's scared to, he likes to pretend he's mentally ill and can't be around people, when really he's a sick little fucked who fantasises about gutting and stuffing every single person he meets.

[ The horror is intoxicating. The double draws them out, plays them all back with startling clarity, a dizzying mess of gore and misery. When he pulls back from the kiss he's smirking at the new knowledge. Will's double was right, there is far more to him than the awkward man in Pell's memories. ]

Well, well. I can't wait to show him that. We'll see if he still wants you then.

[ He releases his grip on Will's hair and sits back up, running a hand playfully down his chest. ]

But I guess I've had my turn. As much I'd love to be able to say I got here first... you might enjoy it too much. And I'd prefer a little privacy for that kind of fun.

[ Climbing to his feet smoothly, he heads for the door to call for the others. ]

You can have a go if you like, Jill.

[Jill considers pointing out that she asked him why he hasn't killed Jill rather than why Will hasn't, but maybe that's the point. Perhaps they're more the same person than she and her double are. Jill feels a driving force to ruin Jill's life, but she doesn't feel the same, exactly. Perhaps because Jill has never wanted to hurt anyone, not even while under Wesker's control.

Hearing that the real Will fantasizes about such things is a surprise, though. She had the impression that he was much like the man Jill believed him to be. Kind. Smart. Gentle. Perhaps they've both been fooled.

Without responding to the taunts, Jill turns to head back into the bedroom when she's offered some time with Will. Pell is side-eyed as he steps out, and she shuts the door behind him. Don't worry, she won't kill him. And if she tried, perhaps Will would sense such a thing. Her eyes look down at Will, injured and pathetic as he is. She walks over to him and moves to a crouch, then sits on the floor next to him, her cloak wrapped around her. Carefully, she reaches for Will and brings him closer until his head rests on her lap.]

You look terrible.

[Don't get too hopeful, Will. It's still not your Jill.]

[ Will was still shook up from what had just happened with Pell. He didn't want to think about those memories every again, it was insult enough that he hallucinated and had nightmares from them normally, but now he would have his friends thinking badly of him for something that he was already so confused about. Deep down, Will knew he was innocent but when people plot against you, it's hard to be heard.

A mild relief washed over him as Pell left the room, sighing out a breath and trying to calm his breathing- That was when she came in. Will instinctively tried to get up, all to no avail. ]

Jill! Jill, please...

[ As Jill neared and pulled him onto her lap. He could tell the difference from how Pell had manhandled him, but there was still something off about her. His heart broke, he felt as though his chest would collapse, his world imploding in this small hell hole of a room. He didn't know her intentions, it was hard to read her when he was already so emotionally distressed as this. All he could do was lay there and wait.

Will, on the other hand, was merrily sipping away at his wine. He'd moved back into the kitchen to check on the dinner. Feeling rather smug with himself, happy that he was already doing such a good job in ruining Will's relationships.

Spotting Pell leaving the room, he waved him over, holding up a spoonful of food he'd scooped out of the stove for tasting. ]

Pell, you have to try this.

[ Pell keeps a mental eye on Jill and Will so as to make sure she doesn't hurt him too much -- he's not done playing, just being nice and sharing the fun, so it won't do if Will dies. He lingers by the door until Will calls him over, seeing him holding up a spoon for tasting. Pell smiles, knowing full well what is in the meal. This will be excellent to torture Pell with later. ]

Is it ready?

[ He comes over happily, reaching for Will's hand to steady the spoon as he tries it. It's honestly very good, the double certainly knows his way around a kitchen somehow. He knew Will could grill but the man never seemed to cook for just himself, the actual Pell bringing food over to him whenever he could. Bleeding heart. ]

Mm. Compliments to the chef. I'll need a recipe if you're willing to share your secrets.

[Jill's hand pushed back the curls of his hair gently from his eyes to look at him. Poor thing. He had been abused so thoroughly. She didn't really get any satisfaction out of torture. Not like the two in the other room. It only drew out the length of the mission.

After some thought, Jill pushed Will to roll him onto his side. Not rough, but it allowed her access to his hands. She reached into her boot for a knife and sought to unbind him. She wasn't worried about what he might do. There were three of them in the apartment, and she alone was probably more than enough of a match for him with all of her training and enhanced strength with the P-30 drug coursing through her veins.

When his hands were free, she put the knife away and let him rest on her lap again.]

Better? Let me see... [She reached for his hands and lifted them up.] The real you. Is it like he says?

[Will's hands are guided up until Jill puts them against her lovely throat.]

You want to, don't you?

[Strangle the life out of her.]

[ Will was too shaken up to even bother what would happen to him next. The fact that Jill was being gentle with him caused a curious frown to grow over his brow. Rolling when she pushed him, staying still and passive as his hands were unbound. His head back in her lap. It was strange, even under these circumstances, her fingers splaying through his loose curls felt good. He'd allow himself to enjoy the sensation for a moment longer before she started to talk. ]

I don't feel better...

[ Utter under his breath while she took his hands and raised them up. He didn't know what venom his doppelganger had been spewing from its lips, but he had a pretty good idea.

As his hands were pressed to her throat, they flickered in place, like a butterflies wings. He didn't want to touch her, not like this. Pressing back against the palms of her hand, trying to avoid as much contact to her throat as possible. Eye flooded with tears that stung them red and sore. Looking Jill in the eyes as he tried to speak. ]

I... N-no... I d-don't understand... Jill?... W-why are you doing t-this?... Please.

[ Will, smiled as Pell tasted his food. It brought a sick pleasure to know that he would not only be destroying poor Will's life by tormenting those that bothered to spare him the time of day. It was their own fault really, Will should be left alone, he's better off that way. ]

I could never share my culinary secrets, perhaps you should ask Will when this is all over?

[ Smirking at the idea, he turned back and added a little more seasoning. ]

It's almost ready, yes. I made enough for four but I highly doubt those two will want any. Such a waste. Help me set the table? Once the table has been set, we'll try and have a family dinner.

[ Handing a stack of plates to Pell and carrying a salad bowl into the other room, the room with the lovely art hanging on his wall. It was really more of an insult than honoring the poor girl, but it would be more fun this way for Will to have to try and explain both points. That of the Minnesota Shrike and the Chesapeake Ripper. ]

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