Doctor Jonathan Crane (nightmareserum) wrote in newalliance, @ 2012-06-30 23:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | green goblin, scarecrow |
Who: Scarecrow (Open to Reactions)
What: Announcing his arrival properly
Where: Times Square, New York, NY
When: Sunday, July 1st, 2012
Rating: R
WARNINGS: Murder, mayhem, torture
Scarecrow licked his lips, as he watched the woman trembling before him. He had already gone through her friends, each one carefully dressed and made up and then promptly nailed to a cross support, bodies drapping like the scarecrow’s they were dressed as.
“Relax, little bird, it’ll only hurt for a moment,” he said, gently running the knife down her throat and chest, smirk growing as the blade started to slice through her tight tank top, the cotton easily parting against the sharpened metal.
The woman screamed into her gag as the very tip of the night started to cut into her flesh, struggling against her bonds.
“Now now, pretty, wouldn’t want to get hurt, would we?” Scarecrow asked, setting the knife aside and removing the woman’s shirt, ignoring her nakedness as he tossed the scrap of fabric aside, turning to select a flannel shirt from the pile next to him. “Now, scream nice and loud for me,” he said, picking up the knife again and leaning close, cutting open the woman’s wrists and arms, removing muscles, tendons and flesh, stuffing straw into the wounds, moaning as the woman cried out.
It took hours, to fully get the last of his dolls ready, a full day of work just for five little toys, but as the last woman was raised into place, body stuffed full to bursting with the last of his straw, dressed in a ragged pair of jeans and the flannel he had selected earlier.
Humming again, he started gathering his tools, licking the blood free of his favorite knife before adding it to the leather case that held his sharp objects, pulling his floppy hat down low over his eyes as he slipped out of the makeshift corn maze that had suddenly erupted in Times Square thanks to a bit of wheedling, murder and a nice payment to a local farmer’s co-op that was willing to sell him the corn.
It wasn’t anything like what he could have found in Georgia, but it would make do for the moment. He took down the 'No Entry' tape around the front of the maze, uncovering a sign that announce free entry and grinned, waiting for the terror that would erupt when his first visitors found the bodies.
It had taken two days just to create the corn maze, using the constant promotional events and other publicity gags as a cover for the work, his hired men easily brushing off even the most curious of onlookers with an easy, “Just wait until you see!”
As he headed for the warehouse he stashed Nightmare and some of his gear, he could feel the rush, the pleasure from the act fading, bringing peace to his mind. “Twinkle, twinkle little ache, please let me sleep to never wake...”
Entering the warehouse, he gave his horse a nuzzle, smiling at her response and pulled a baggie of cut apples from his bag, holding it out to her as she nibbled from his hand, the horse disgruntled by being left alone, but slowly coming around with each visit and treat.
Once the apples were gone and Scarecrow gave her another pet, he stashed his gear in her makeshift stall, curling up in the hay he had brought for a long nap, grinning as Nightmare curled up with him, her large frame against his back. “Night-night, little Mare,” he whispered, resting his head on her neck, eyes fluttering closed.