Daniel Rourke (roaaarke) wrote in blurred_lines, @ 2009-02-15 23:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! [1980-02] february, ! npc, daniel rourke |
15 February 1980
Who: Daniel Rourke & NPC villagers.
What: Daniel invites himself into one of the villagers' house for dinner, then mauls a family of three.
When: 15 February 1980 at night.
Where: Doulting village in Somerset.
Status: Complete.
Rating: R.
The cold night air stung Daniel's lungs as he took off at full speed toward one of the lit houses on the opposite side of the village. His eyes watered, February wind whipping against his face. There was nothing like the anticipation of the kill - the hunt was almost as thrilling but it couldn't compare to the scent of blood or the grim satisfaction of the pre-death struggle. Normal people could do extraordinary things in the face of death. Some cried, some plead for some sort of sanctuary but most of them fought back. Stopping at the beginning of the walk in front of one of the village homes, Daniel walked toward the door. He took a deep breath as he stepped up to the front door. He smoothed out the front of his shirt, even though the fact that it hadn't been washed in far too long would be more off-putting than some wrinkles, and knocked on the door. The Culverson family had just settled in for a late supper and were starting in on their nightly ritual of rehashing the day's events when the sound of Daniel's knock on the door interrupted their conversation. While not expecting any visitors, Nigel - the only son - simply assumed it was his friend Philip from next door coming to share in his mother's cooking and he jumped up from his chair, bounding across the house to pull the door open with a broad grin. "Smelled mum's cooking all the way over in your place, did..." he started, trailing off only once the sight before him reached his brain and he realised this was clearly not Philip and instead a rather scruffy and worn looking stranger. Still, Nigel was nothing if not polite, even towards those he likely should not have been. "Err... sorry about that, thought you were someone else. Can I help you?" His grin had faltered, but he was still smiling at the man on his doorstep, ready to provide whatever assistance this stranger might need. "I'm hungry," Daniel said, eyeing the boy before looking past him into the house. Whatever his mother was cooking did smell good, but he had prepared for a raw meal tonight. So he shifted his attention back to the boy. Tall, thin, not bad looking - but that was beside the point - and Dan was sure that he could beat him easily in a fight. What remained to be seen was how many other people there were in the house. A big brother or a particularly brutish father or even worse, some one with a wand, could turn his odds on their ear. Nigel's smile faltered even further at the other man's rather forward statement, and his brow furrowed as he tried to determine the best way to respond. Of course a traveller in need was one to be hospitable towards and that was his natural inclination, but at the same time inviting a stranger to join in on family dinner did seem to be a bit much. "Well...there's a decent place to eat at the inn, but...well I suppose I could put together a bag of food for you?" There, that seemed to be a suitable compromise, he decided, feeling rather pleased with himself. He was interrupted by the sound of his father's voice calling to him from the dining room. "Nigel, what are you doing? Your dinner is getting cold!" he warned and Nigel gave an apologetic glance to Daniel before turning and calling back. "Just a minute!" His attention returned to Daniel and he stepped out of the doorway, gesturing for him to come inside the small foyer, if it could be called as much. "Here, why don't you just wait for a minute and I'll throw something together for you." It was hard for Daniel to keep the smirk off his face as he stepped into the foyer. That had been almost too easy. As the boy turned around to walk into the kitchen, he wrapped his arm around his neck, hand over his mouth, and pulled him back toward him. "Don't make a sound," he said, though it didn't matter - he could kill him easily enough before his parents even got close enough to help him. He just had to decide in which order he wanted to kill the family. It would be easiest if he could kill the weakest family members first. "On second thought, call your mum out here." He was making the assumption that he even had a mother in the other room, but given the neatness of the house and this kid's manners, some one must have been his positive influence. "Or I'll kill you." Not that he wasn't going to kill him anyway, but maybe the incentive would help. At the sudden feeling of being accosted, many would have fought back, would have become enraged turned their anger on their intruder. Nigel was not one of those people. He'd never even been in a single fight in his life for goodness sake! And this man was ridiculously strong. Still, natural instinct did manage to kick in to some degree and he tried to just squirm his way free, desperately flailing and sending an elbow back towards his attacker's side as he let out a muffled cry of panic. But it was a futile effort. At Daniel's threats, he froze, eyes wide and heart pounding so hard he thought it might burst. "Please. Please no," he begged softly. The last thing he wanted was to put either of his parents at the mercy of this mad man. "Just take what you want or... take me if that's what... oh god, please just leave my parents alone!" But despite his best efforts to protect them, his mother had clearly decided that her son's absence from the dinner table had gone on long enough and she came out from the dining room, fully intending to discover just what was keeping Nigel from their family dinner. At the sight of her only son being held by some intruder she opened her mouth and let out a blood curdling scream. At the sight of the boy's mom - or more likely the sound of the boy's mom - Daniel sighed. An individual fight would have been preferable, but he supposed that once the father came running to see what was the matter, he'd be too distracted by seeing his son dead and his wife literally fighting tooth and nail to jump into the fray immediately. But first thing was first. With a quick movement, Daniel fixed himself in position behind the boy, hands in the appropriate places, and snapped his neck. It wasn't the most satisfying way to make a kill but it served its purpose. Letting go of him, he pushed Nigel out of his way even while he was slumping to the floor and progressed further into the house to shut that stupid woman up. With a little precision, he could tear out her vocal chords and lungs. Then there would be no way for her to continue screaming like that. If the sight of her only son, her very flesh and blood, falling lifelessly to the floor was not bad enough, the sickening sound of his neck snapping was more than enough to spark action out of Olivia Culverson. She was not a large woman by any means, but she was an enraged mother, a mother who had just witnessed the brutal and careless murder of her son. And so, without a thought of how this was a fight there was no way she could possibly win, she launched herself at Daniel. "You murderer! You killed my son! My boy!" she howled as she flew towards him with the only weapons she had - nails and hands. Desperately she tried to claw at his face, to inflict upon him one fraction of the pain she felt at her own loss, to use what weight she had to push him out of the house. So fixated on destroying this monster, she was completely oblivious to the appearance of her husband at this gruesome scene, but the large man had come running at the sound of his wife's scream and on instinct grabbed an umbrella from the stand and started swinging. Without thinking, Daniel bared his teeth as the woman's nails raked across his face. He deferred to the less human side of himself and tore at the woman's chest and neck with his own nails, long from neglect and dirty from frequent use. Even if this ended up being a sloppy attack, if he inflicted enough damage, she would hopefully grow weak enough from blood loss to make things much easier. If his brother had been there, he'd be having no problems at all, save maybe to explain what these people had done to deserve being slaughtered. As far as Dan was concerned, everyone had done something wrong enough in their lifetime to deserve it. And besides, he tried to put things into a broader perspective - even if the family didn't deserve to die, Daniel would profit from it, at the very least by looting the home after they were all dead. "Bloody mental woman," he said with a snarl. When the mother's arm came near him again, he lunged forward to catch it between his teeth. He barely noticed when the husband arrived, caught up as he was with his current target. It wasn't until he felt the pelting of the man's umbrella on him that he shielded his head with one arm - a blow to that sensitive area of his body might change the outcome of this stupid scuffle - while still slashing wildly with the other. Olivia screamed in pain at the feel of Daniel's ragged nails tearing at her chest, his teeth tearing into her arm, but still she would not relent. She was running on pure anguish and adrenaline and no matter how much her body burned and throbbed in pain, she would make this man pay for what he had done. Ripping her arm free (and losing more than a bit of flesh in the process) she swung at him again, stopped only by her husband who threw himself in between the two. So desperate to protect his wife, he did not notice as she fell to the ground behind him, cradling her arm as her own blood spread across her blouse. But she would not be kept down for long and despite her injuries, she struggled back to her feet. As her husband wielded the umbrella like a sword, alternately swinging it at Daniel and trying to stab the point through his stomach in a desperate attempt to prod the man out of the house, Olivia came back at him as well, considerably weaker but still summoning every bit of strength that she possessed to try and claw the bastard's eyes out. Despite his trying to dodge the man's umbrella, Daniel took his fair share of blows and jabs as he attempted to both disarm and disable him. He was growing impatient - both with bearing the brunt of the blunt object attack and the woman clawing at his face. It was a particularly nasty scratch that barely missed his eye and a painful prod in the stomach that multiplied his anger and sent his adrenaline coursing at full speed. Daniel shoved Olivia, attempting to put as much of his weight and strength behind it in hopes that it would keep her away long enough that he could finish dealing with the husband. He advanced on the husband, trying to force him back into the wall while poorly deflecting the umbrella strikes. When he'd had enough, he propelled himself forward to wrap both his hands around the man's neck. Olivia let out another wild scream as she flew back, the sound abruptly cut off as her head cracked against the wall and she slumped to the floor. She blacked out for just a moment, finding momentary comfort in the darkness that consumed her but too soon she was back to consciousness. With a groan she tried to push herself back up but her now throbbing head and the blood loss were too much to bear. Her vision blurred and whatever strength she possessed failed her as she fell back to the floor, powerless to do anything but watch in horror as the vague outline of her husband, her beloved Cortland, was subject to the whims of this monster. Cortland, for all of his strength and determination was not faring much better. As Daniel flew into him, he too was knocked back against the wall. His eyes widened in horror as Daniel's hands closed around his neck and the umbrella clattered to the floor as Cortland instead tried desperately to grasp at the other man's wrists, to pry his hands away from his throat. It was a futile effort and as he felt the panic of suffocation begin to set in, all he could do was kick frantically at Daniel's shins. Daniel set his jaw with determination, teeth grinding against the strain of holding the man down and the pain from being kicked. With the strength he had left, he pushed the man harder against the wall and used his body weight to lift him, hoping that it would make suffocation come faster. The sooner they were dead, the sooner he could help himself to their dinner and any valuables they had hidden inside the house. The feel of this man's, this savage's, impossibly strong grip around his neck was too much for Cortland to handle and as he flailed and struggled against him, desperately pulling at his arms, he felt his strength begin to wane. His kicks became feeble taps of his feet against shins and he could barely keep his grip around the other man's wrists as he became light headed and weak from the lack of air. And yet no matter how hopeless the situation seemed, he remained determined to fight even if the most he could manage were some very determined thoughts. I will get revenge for my wife and son. I will not die this- His vision faded to black as his body finally gave out, still and lifeless. Letting out a satisfied sigh, Daniel released the man's body and took a step back as he slumped to floor - almost precisely the way his son had only a few minutes earlier. He wiped his arm across his forehead, removing some of the sweat that strain and concentration had left coating his face. All he had left to do now was finish off the woman. He didn't think that would be particularly hard, considering that she hadn't given him a problem while he was choking her husband to death. He turned and closed the distance between himself and where she lay on the floor. Kneeling down, he reached his hand to her neck, pressing his sharp fingernails into the tender flesh concealing the woman's jugular. Olivia couldn't muster the strength to fight back, couldn't even move beyond one limp hand that came up to weakly swat at Daniel's before falling back to the floor. She was quite acutely aware of his nails digging into that most vulnerable place on her neck and yet all she could manage was a weak, "Please," as she looked up at him with tear-filled eyes. She hated him, that was without question, but she also hated herself for her weakness. She knew she was going to die - there was no reason he would spare her after killing her husband and son - and yet she still could not stop herself from pleading for her life. "I don't want to die," she whispered softly. "Shh," Daniel whispered and leaned closer to the woman. He pressed his nails harder into the woman's throat, breaking through the skin. He didn't withdraw his hand until his fingertips had pushed through to the artery and when he pulled it back, it was slick with the woman's blood, which he wiped off on her blouse. Rising to his feet, he walked down the rest of the entryway into the kitchen. It had been some time since he'd had a decent home-cooked meal and since it would all go to waste otherwise, he might as well eat it. So, sitting down at the family's dining room table, Daniel made himself a plate and began to eat. |