[CLOSED | COMPLETE ] Get him down on his knees Characters: Rosier (loveisthedrug_), mentions of Persephone, lots of NPCs Date/Time: August 16, nighttime! Location: Somewhere special in Babylon Rating: R-ish Warnings: Death, murder, Rosier...being scary. Summary: Rosier is taking revenge for his dead brother...
Part of Rosier had been dormant, forced silent by the more level-headed parts of him. He had to get through the funeral, fixing the house, looking after his siblings, and replanting crops that were lost. Now, however, there was nothing to stop him. Even still, he was calm and collected, calculating every move.
He’d waited patiently for Persephone to lead the people in question into their trap, smiled a little as they walked in and she shut the door. Once they were tied up, he set the man in question in the middle, tied to a chair. His smile never left, but there was an obvious difference to his eyes. Oh, they knew they were going to die. They knew...at least a little. He left the room for a moment, letting them talk amongst themselves, letting them try to plan a way to escape. Such silly creatures. As if he didn’t have something set up just in case they escaped. In the dark, they would never see it either. It would hide in the dark and down they’d fall. A pity they didn’t understand that. A pity they also didn’t understand that taking the life of someone important mattered. Oh, it mattered.
He walked back in, a charm and grace about him. “I’m sorry for keeping you so long. I’m afraid I had some business to attend to.” A lie. It didn’t matter. “I assume you know what this is about?”
“Cause your crops got destroyed? It ain’t our fault.” The man with the leer. He was a stupid man if he didn’t think Rosier had looked into it. His smile grew a little and he cupped the man’s cheek, thumb brushing over his cheekbone. “Mmm...but it’s much more than that, isn’t it?” A kiss to his forehead, fingers running down, over his neck, ghosting across the skin before he leaned in close. “He was my brother and you took him and now I am going to take everything you hold dear and leave them as cold and dead as you left him.” He made sure that when he smiled, it could be felt against the shell of his ear. “And you will watch it all and hear their cries for mercy, their cries of pain and you will know what you have done. You could have left us alone. This never needed to happen.” He paused, leaning back to look at him, smiling even more at the look of terror on his face. “But you just had to ruin everything for yourself, didn’t you?”
He laughed, but it was hollow. “Yes. That’s right. You brought this on yourself. A little birdie told me all about it and I looked into it and how curious it was when I realized the truth that this little birdie spoke.” He squatted next to the other man, looking out at his relatives and loved ones. “So which would you have me kill first?” The voice next to him almost made him laugh. A soft, squeaky, “Me.” came out and Rosier turned to look at him. “No. I’m sorry. That’s not an option. Either you choose or I choose for you. Youngest first, do you think? The oldest? Who should die first?” Everyone looked frightened. They were all scared to be named first. Meanwhile, the man next to him pleaded to be taken first. Oh, but how silly that request was. Still, Rosier stood, knife in his hand and pressed it against his throat. The cut was more of a knick than anything. Nothing that would make him bleed an awful lot. “Nevermind. I’ve decided.”
He walked over to a young girl. Yanking her up by her hair and bringing her closer. “This one.” He looked over at her, at the tears streaming down her cheeks and wondered if there wasn’t someone would would find displeasure in his actions. But he pushed it away, reasoning that it didn’t matter. That was the point. “What’s your name, darling?” He was patient, waited for her crying to be controlled before she answered. “I’m Katie.” He smiled a little. “Well, Katie. I suggest you say goodbye.” Only there wasn’t much time for it before he stabbed her in the side cutting up a little before dropping her to the ground. It didn’t matter if they had time, He’d made a point to stab a vital organ. She’d die. Slow, crying.
The more people that started dying, the more the screams from the man with the leer - whatever his name was. It was no matter - rose. Before too long, they were all dead...or at least almost dead and he was resigned, sobbing as he stared at them, begging to be killed. Rosier just smiled at him, debating whether it would just be more cruel to leave him to starve to death. The only trouble with that was that it would leave too much evidence.
Stepping into the other room again, he washed off the blood and took off his shirt. It was ruined anyway and he’d brought a spare. “I hope you don’t mind if I leave this here.” He pulled out a match, lighting it and throwing it onto the shirt before going around to light more fabric around the house, adding a little gasoline to the mix. “Please enjoy your stay. We’ll miss you all.”
With that said, he left. There was nothing left for him to do but get far enough away to watch without being in danger of catching fire. He glanced over at Persephone after a moment. “It’s a pity we didn’t bring our campfire snacks. Think of the food we could have cooked.”