charlie knight ; freddy krueger (comingforyou) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2010-11-13 00:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | cinnamon spider, freddy krueger |
Who: Charlie & Kayla
What: A random meeting.
Where: Bathos.
When: Today, afternoon/evening-ish.
Warnings: TBD. Honestly, I have no idea what's going to happen, but this is Charlie and Kayla sans inhibitions. You've been warned.
Charlie was in a rather irritable mood. Things were starting to get boring again, and he didn't like boring. He felt like his usual routine of terrifying children and cutting them up so they could awaken with oozing scars and horrified tales of a nightmare man was becoming rather bland, which was obviously not acceptable in the slightest. Waiting for something to happen wasn't working, so he was simply going to have to give things a little push to get the ball rolling. He entered Bathos and pressed the elevator button absently, considering what his next move might be. Perhaps tonight he'd disembowel Katie, aged six, and fling her entrails around to see if they'd end up all over her room in the morning. Or maybe he'd slit Rachel's, aged ten, throat wide open and watch her bleed to death. Maybe Crystal, at the tender age of five, would be methodically dismembered. Perhaps Tommy and Tammy, two nine year old twins, would be impaled together. The possibilities were endless, and then he'd get his coveted front page in the paper.
Night Terror would be well on his way to becoming a legend, just like the Slasher had been back in Musings.
The damned elevator was taking too long, so with a huff of frustration he turned away and headed for the stairs. So many ways to kill, so many little victims, but it wasn't even that late yet. Then he had a thought - what if he killed someone right now, out in the real world, first? If the murders were connected then Seattle would realize that his reach was limitless, and no one was safe. Dream killings were much easier in terms of covering up the evidence, but Charlie was a seasoned pro. He'd cover his tracks well enough and no one would ever be the wiser.
Oh, he liked this idea. Smirking to himself, he paused on one of the landings (he didn't know or care which one) and turned back, away from the direction his apartment was in.