Jem Barone (scissorwoman) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-07-12 02:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | jem barone, sam winchester |
who! jem barone and possessed!sam
what! she's giving him a surprise
when! tonight, though sometime during the night when this sort of thing would make sense, since he's been a bit busy lately XD
where! abandoned factory in the warehouse district
rating! r
status! incomplete
Jem couldn't stand still. The more she looked at it, the more she bounced and giggled and danced around the inside of the large, mechanical room, the soft stomping of her feet echoing all around her, as did her melodious giggles that sounded as if they should've been coming from a small child, not a ravenous killer. Then again, nothing about the way Jem looked alluded to the kind of person she was. Number one, she didn't look like she was over a century old, but she definitely was. Number two, she looked like a regular sort of teenage girl who would go to parties and hang out at the mall on Friday nights, not a serial killer. But it was all true. She'd been the servant to a Lord, who she'd executed people for along with her brother, and then when he died, they were both stoned to death by the villagers for the murders they'd committed. But it wasn't long before they were resurrected, for the sole purpose of doing more killing. And she planned on fulfilling that little duty of hers.
Victim number one in this new place called Los Angeles was an old bum who had simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Jem had been looking for someone to surprise Sam with, and she'd stumbled upon the smelly drunk in a back alley behind a bar. No one would know he was gone, and he was too out of it to see his own death coming, so he was perfect to Jem. She'd initially just stabbed him in the chest with the points of her scissors, cutting his heart and killing him instantly. But that wasn't where the fun was. No, no, no, Sam had wanted a work of art, and that was what she was going to give him.
Dragging the body a short distance away into the old factory building, Jem had gotten right down to business. She strung the man's body up in the rafters near the ceiling, pure adrenaline driving her to be able to lift and carry him up a few flights of stairs in order to get him where she wanted him. She tied him up so that he hung spread-eagle right above the center of the floor, blood dripping into a large puddle in just a few minutes. Once he was secued in place by a few tightly bound ropes, she had her real fun. She hacked away at the corpse, sending blood, flesh, and organ pieces flying everywhere. She herself was covered in it, and every surface within reach was smattered with some kind of foul substance. But that wasn't enough. Jem hadn't killed in a while, after all, and she desperately needed to make up for it now. She gripped two handfuls of intestines and pulled them out of the man's gut, tossing them up and over nearby beams so that they looked like streamers at a party. In the end, it looked like the man had exploded from the inside out.
Now, all she had to do was wait. She'd given Sam instructions and hoped he would make good on his word. She wasn't good at being patient, after all.