Doctor Jonathan Crane (nightmareserum) wrote in newalliance, @ 2012-06-17 06:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | scarecrow |
Who: Scarecrow (Open to all)
What: A spot of murder
Where: Back alley...somewhere.
When: Sunday, June 17, 2012
Rating: R (murder and chaos)
Jonathan had always hated the holiday, forced to remember every year that his "father" (often refereed to as 'sperm donor;) had never cared. Not when he was nothing more then a group of cells no bigger then a dot, not when he had been born, not even when he had graduated from High School or Harvard.
He hated the yearly reminder of the man with trite commercials and overly emotional greeting cards that lined store shelves mixed in with stupid gifts that no sane man would ever want anyway and while he fought the urge, year after year, to simply set fire to every store he came across, this year...he just couldn't take it.
So he had run a small ad in the paper, a meeting for fathers who lost their children, a way to celebrate, and share the day's pain.
They had screamed so wonderfully, when he released the toxin into the room, watching with satisfaction as the men tore at their clothes, skin and hair, killing themselves and each other long before the toxin reached lethal levels.
His first kill in a while...and it was glorious.
He put the last touches on his masterpiece, the men posed in the classic 'father-son' activity of a baseball game, their clothing changed to that of a normal baseball team's, the only piece of interest being the large jack-o-lantern as the team's mascot.
He adjusted the baseball in the pitcher's hand, stepping back to admire his work before retrieving his hat from where he had set it aside along with his cape and mask, tucking the other two objects in the large, floppy article before yawning and turning towards the path that would take him home, ready to curl up with a good book, his inner demons sated for the moment.