| Damien Thorn ( @ 2008-02-17 20:11:00 |
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| Entry tags: | andros, beelzebub, damien thorn, mark thorn, milton fine |
Who: Damien; OTA (multiple is fine).
What: Killing. Then who knows.
Where: In a forest out of town, then somewhere outside the forest.
When: Evening.
Rating: R (for violence).
Status: Incomplete.
Damien glanced down at the two bodies he had just stabbed, their blood mixed with snow. They were a couple he had found and lured into the forest near the outskirts of town. He had just finished off the girl by cutting her throat and was just going over to finish off the guy she was apparently with. He stepped right besides the guy, his back to the girl, and plunged his switchblade into the back of the guy’s head. The switchblade was lodged in pretty deeply and Damien grinned as he watched the guy die.
But his grin soon faded when he heard someone moving behind him. At first, he thought that he had been caught, but when he looked, it was just the girl he had just stabbed. He thought she was dead but apparently, she seemed to be still alive, but just barely. She started screaming but luckily for Damien, it wasn’t loud enough to attract any attention since her throat had been cut. Still, he walked up to her.
“I thought you were dead,” he said to her, sounding annoyed. The girl didn’t say anything and continued to scream. Damien then walked over to her and wrapped his hands around her throat, getting blood all over his hands. He started squeezing her neck hard; the girl tried to hit him but she was already weak from blood loss and didn’t do any damage to Damien. A few moments later, the girl was completely still.
Damien released his grip around her neck, then turned his attention to the guy, who still had Damien‘s switchblade in his head. He grabbed the hilt and started to pull it out, but it was stuck in so deep, that the guy‘s head and upper torso had lifted off of the ground. Damien tried to pull it out again, but was unsuccessful. He was started to get annoyed again and really wanted to have his switchblade back. Not because he was afraid of leaving fingerprints on it (he didn’t have fingerprints anyway) or anything like that. He just liked the switchblade.
He then put two hands on the hilt and put one foot on the guy’s back, then pushed down and pulled the switchblade at the same time. It didn’t work at first, so Damien resorted to stomping on the guy's back instead of just pushing down. He did this a couple times until the switchblade finally came out. He put it away in his pocket, looking at the guy with an annoyed look on his face as he did so.
Then without another glance at the two bodies, he started to walk out of the forest. Once he was nearly out, he picked up some snow and washed the blood of his hands, making a blood-stained snowball as he did so. He had bloodstains on the front of his jacket but it was black, so it really wasn’t too noticeable. He made it out of the forest and walked a few feet away, still holding the bloody snowball and immediately saw someone in the distance.