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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[ He wasn't going to talk just yet, in case it drew too much attention. sure, he wanted people to know what he'd done and how beautiful it was... But if it meant getting caught before he could finish what he started, that wouldn't do.

Luckily, he didn't recognize this woman, and he had no memory of Will engaging with her too. Oh if only he'd seen her face, her hair, she might even pass for the next victim he was looking for. Such a shame~ ]

I disagree. Though I'm curious now... What issues exactly would you say I'm fighting with?

[ There's a reason Sharon often stick with audio or text; too often who she is, who she still looks like, makes her a target. The Order could show up and they would know it's her just by a glance, the creeping bastards. ]

You just put a woman up on display as if she were an art piece—a dead fucking woman. [ He disagrees. Oh my god. How can he? The evidence here screams that he's totally off his rocker here. ] I'm not a fucking psychiatrist but anyone with half a brain knows crazy when they see it. You're fucked in the head and someone should probably string you up like you did her.

But, let me guess, you'd probably like that. [ Jesus, this is so fucked up. She's actually unnerved. ]

[ Clearly this girl didn't or couldn't understand something as complex and beautiful as this. Will wasn't offended by it, but hopefully his original would be mortified to know what strangers here would think of him now. ]

Correction! I didn't just display her, I helped her transcend. And I'm not finished with her yet...

[ He tried not to laugh, though he was smirking on the other side of his phone. ]

True, I would be flattered if someone thought so highly of me.

[ When he takes her down later, Will was going to make sure that every part of her body was put to use. He'd make things from her body parts until there was nothing left of her but memories. Nothing will go to waste. She would be honored and loved. ]

[ Transcend. All right, that's like one of those words that immediately pings 'cult' and 'crazy'. She bristles, goosebumps rising along the back of her neck and down her spine. ]

No, you're definitely finished with her. You're not going to do a single thing else to that girl or I will hurt you, and I will make sure it's not in a way that helps you transcend.

[ There was no cult behind Will's actions, he would have probably been offended at the religious connotations that would have meant! Shame she kept that to herself, it might have gained a rise out of him. ]

No, I'm actually really not. And I have a lot of work to be getting on with so I shouldn't really procrastinate like this.

[ Her organs aren't going to cook themselves after all. ]

... Are you threatening me? Do you know how rude that makes you sound?

Says the murderer. [ It was pretty rude of him to kill someone and post their body up on the network like it was a piece of artwork. ]

But, yeah, I am threatening you. You're done with the girl or you'll make it my goal to hunt you down and hurt you.

[ He's trying not to laugh, but she might here a little snicker before he clears his throat and composes himself. It was cute, that someone was threatening him right after seeing what he was capable of. Oh well, should she actually come and look for a fight, he might have another trophy to add to his collection. ]

Then I'm sorry to say you're going to have your work cut out for you. I have a lot more to do before she's fully honored. I'd prefer it if you wait until I'm finished before you charge in on your white horse is it's all the same to you?

[ He was enjoying this. It was a fun little break for him. ]

You really think I give a single fuck what other sick shit you want to do to her? [ The audio clearly indicates that the young woman is on the move, though it's impossible to tell where she might be coming from. It sounds as if she must be jogging, moving quickly through the cobbled streets of the city towards the river. ]

I'm going to hurt you.

I think you should give a fuck, yes. It would be a wasted effort if you came unprepared.

[ He's listening, pulling back the curtain of his fourth-floor apartment window. Looking out for any hurried and livid looking woman heading his way. Heading to the kitchen, sharpening his knives as they spoke. ]

Kind of unfair... I haven't even raised a finger towards you.

[ She can hear the sharp shing as he sharpens the knives. It gives her goosebumps. She crosses one of the bridges and jogs beside the river, looking for the body, and for him. ]

Well, you don't have to worry about me being unprepared. [ She's got knives herself, one already held tightly in the hand that doesn't cradle her phone to her ear. He might be able to catch a glimpse of her as she jogs further down the riverway. With bleach blonde hair and a bright orange hoodie, she's almost impossible to miss. ]

No, you haven't, but crazy people need to be put the fuck down before they cause any more trouble. [ She's irate. She's furious. Where the fuck is he? ]

[ He was just about to start hacking her up a bit more, he's already taken her kidney and was eyeing up her liver when he spotted the very frantic looking blond coming down the river side. Stopping what he's doing, to get a better look at her, he decides to climb a tree a little further down the river. ]

Don't believe in helping the sick then I take it? What if all I need is a good ear and some medication?

[ He turned the audio feed off then. He wasn't bothered if she found him or not, but he didn't want to just be standing around out in the open if she did. How curious, though, that she fit the bill of the females he was looking for. She was a new treat, all gift wrapped in orange. ]

Some sickness can only be cured with a bullet. [ She snaps before the feed ends. She pulls the phone from her ear, pausing her movements to glare down at it as if it were the killer himself before she slips it into one of her pockets. He's got to know she was coming his way. It's not like she's ever bothered to hide her actions or disguise her intentions.

She grits her teeth as she looks around, on the move again, but movement slower. She's not even sure who she's looking for, just knows the sound of his voice. Her blue eyes narrow as she scans the environment. There's blood on the ground, a rare speckling, not quite enough to give her a trail but more than enough to know that she's likely on the right track.

Her eyes pass over where he's hidden, and, as long as he doesn't move, she won't spot him. ]

[ Watching as the blond neared. Will could feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand up as her eyes passed his location. It would appear she couldn't see him, that, or she'd scanned too fast.

The chance to spring into action was now, he had to decide if he wanted to risk a fall and possible tussle, or let her leave and revert to stalking her home?

No, this was too good to miss, he had to do something. In the spur of the moment, Will positioned himself on a thicker branch, holding the trunk of the tree with one hand, his hunting knife in the other. The second she was under the shadow of the branch, he dropped down to get her!

Aiming so that his feet crashed into the back of her calves breaking his fall, whereas his arms wrapped right around her shoulders, empty hand gripping her throat, squeezing as tightly as he could. The aim? For her to pass out, less mess, less fuss, less time and energy wasted on actually fighting her. ]

[ The tree above her creaks, only the slightest of sound, but one that was out of place in the windless city. She glances up as Will jumps down. There's no time to move or to scream as he lands on her, knees forced to hit the ground harshly, foreign arm wrapping around her shoulders and an empty hand grasping at her neck. She's dazed for a moment, dropping her blade to the ground, eyesight flickering.

Fuck.

She gasps. Is this how the fish feel as she pulls them from the river? Panic grips her. She starts to struggle, throwing her head back in a hasty attempt to free herself, to catch a moment of air or to smash the back of skull into his face or chin. She does anything to she can, including multiple attempts at slamming her right elbow into his ribs. All as this happens, light sparks in the air around them, small pops of fire. She's not in the right mind to control her abilities, not in this panicked state. ]

[ A struggle was always unpleasant. Despite what he did to those two girls, Will didn't see it as a crime. He was doing what he did out of love, though his kind of love was disturbing and hard for most people to digest apparently.

As Sharon lashed out and tried to free herself, Will only clamped down on her tighter. Sure, a few of those head thrashings connected, smacking him in the face a few times, but it was hardly anything to get upset over. That elbow on the other hand... He wasn't so keen on having that anywhere near his crotch (not to mention the strange effects she was having on the atmosphere.) So, with a violent twist and the kick of his boot, Will tossed her to the ground before him. ]

What the hell as that just then?!

[ Holding his knife out towards her as a threat. ]

[ It's instant relief, even through the sheer mind-numbing panic, when Will tosses her away. Her landing isn't as harsh and she pushes herself up quickly, breathing ragged and wavering. She glares up at him, any blue in her eyes long gone, her iris devoured by her pupil. ]

W-What? Never had to d-deal with a girl who can play with f-fire? [ She sneers the words out even though they waver like a flag in the wind, lungs still desperately trying to fill themselves again, to get the right amount of oxygen into her body. She lets her gaze fall to his knife and then she laughs, more a way to unsettle him than actual confidence. ]

You think a fucking knife can stop me? [ She raises a shaking hand, still on the ground, and fire bursts to life in her palm, dancing madly. For just a single split second, when she calls that fire to life, her skin appears pale and eyes wholly black. Will, it seems, may have come across more than just some fiery-spirited girl. ]

If I wanted you dead, you'd be dead already.

[ Will stood up straight, despite the obvious threat she posed. He was a little unsettled by her ability, he had no experience in fighting enhanced humans before- or whatever it was that she was and he didn't intend to get himself killed by one. He had more important things to do, such as Ruin Will's life. ]

I'll admit, you have the looks, the hair, your age, eyes, build.

[ Eyeing her over as he stood there. Where Sharon lacked confidence in her words and body language Will made up for tenfold. ]

I don't wish to stop you with a knife, that would be too messy and honestly, quite wasteful. No, you're already all worked up, I'd need you to be peaceful and happy if I were to take you... You could say you're attitude problem just saved you.

[ Smirking as she spoke, still unsure of that flame she was able to just bearly control. ]

[ Sharon listens, expression twisting from a loose, frightened rage to a fury. She pushes herself to her feet, eyes never once leaving his because she knows better than to lose track of an enemy. Her knees hurt, her legs hurt, her shoulders and back; everything fucking stings but it's nothing to being burned alive.

If she can handle that, then she can handle this. Just as she's on her feet, his last statement forces laughter out of her throat and it hurts. ]

O-Or maybe you're just afraid of the girl that will burn you alive.

[ Will looked about, left to right then pulled a small amused expression at her. ]

Well sure, who'd want to be burned alive by a girl?

[ Shrugging. Flipping his knife and slipping it back into his pocket. Don't underestimate him, he's still just as dangerous unarmed as he is with a weapon. He stood there for a while, just looking at her, something his original would have trouble with. Smirking and walking towards the tree he'd just dropped down from. ]

[ Sharon takes a split second to look for her own blade, only a few feet away, before those bright blue eyes are back on him, whole body stiff. ]

A man with a death wish, I think. [ She lifts up her palm, a wicked flicker of fire forming in it. Her heart is beating too quickly, a drumming against her skull that makes her feel woozy. If she can burn him, even a little, and grab her knife, she can take care of him without having to use her abilities, already proven to be unstable, the fire in her hand dancing and twisting like a blaze out of control.

It seems to move with her heartbeat. ] Don't fucking move, asshole, or Hope will have to bring your melted shell back. [ She's lying. She's afraid she's too panicked to handle this with any grace and it's times like this shes wishes her and Alessa melded together more stably. ]

whereas I do have a strong affinity for death, I'm not overly fond of the idea of meeting my own, just yet, thanks.

[ That smarmy grin on his face again, watching her, constantly watching her. Where her eyes look, what her expression was saying. He knew she was still in pain, startled and shaken up, she was getting desperate and Will knew just how dangerous desperate people could be. He was giving her a wide birth.

He puts his hands up and smiles at her, all the while he was wiggling his toes inside his shoes so to loosen them, the movement was very soft, if she wasn't paying total attention to his lower body, she wouldn't even notice it. ]

Oh, I surrender. You've caught me red-handed. You're a commendable girl, really. Think of all the people you just saved.

[ After he spoke, Will quickly, in a flash of movement, he kicked his first show off, aiming it straight at her face, the other soon followed again aimed at her face. If he could make her duck, blink or better still hit her, he'd be able to make a dash for it. ]

[ The grin manages to twist her expression into something that shivers with pure fury, the fire in her hand reaching out to him, flickering back and forth into life. She's certain he can feel the heat in the area rising, her blue eyes now just a bright ring around dark pupils. She doesn't move them from his, not even as he raises his hands up.

She knows it's a mock surrender, and just as she's about to respond, he makes his move. One kick that she manages to dodge, but the other hits its mark, sending her into the dirt, fire gone but heat still rising. Her face fucking hurts and her ears are ringing like a bomb has gone off.

Run now, Will, because as one hand clasps the side of her face, the other begins to push herself up. ]

[ Oh Will could feel the heat around him and especially when that flame shot out and reached for him. Hissing and snarling his lips when his first shoe missed its mark, however, the second she was hit but the other, he was turning on his heel and rushing towards the hedge line of bush and trees. There was no way he was hanging around to find out what it was like to fight an advanced human, no sir! He had better things to do, though she would have made a nice addition to his art show. Shame.

As he took his leave, Will looked back, once he was more or less out of her way. He was curious. He wanted to see if her rage burned as bright as the flame she'd produced in her hand. No, it was stupidity to hang around, she could very well kill him and that wouldn't do.

[ Will sprints off and Sharon lets out a scream of fury, the tree closest to her going up in flames. She doesn't get up any further once she sits up, hand pressed against her burning cheek; she can taste blood in her mouth and tears prick at her eyes.

Fuck.

She'll stay in the area until she manages to gather control of her abilities and keep the fire from spreading. But she will never forget about the man who killed that girl. And if it's not his double, he'll pay a thousand times over. ]

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