Who: Envy, NPC Where: Random apartment When: Sometime before midnight What: Good 'ol rousing fun game of bash the melon and kick the baby (Envy has figured out he's a free agent) Rating/Warnings: VERY high due to graphic violence, blood, removing of a male member, redecorating, and NPC death Status: Completed
Violet orbs glittered as the mouse scurried amongst the parked cars and trash strewn into the thoroughfare, their hands stuffed deep into pants pockets as they hurried from one destination to wherever they thought they were going. The sin had long since figured out he was no longer bound by the rules of the game He had been creating, being that he hadn't found one single scrap of evidence that they were anywhere within this place.
And being that he was an 'uncontrolled agent', he was free to follow his own rules of engagement, and currently he was feeling in a sort of playful and chipper mood. And the entertainment he had set was a lovely little game of cat vs mouse, and said random mouse was of the 6 foot, dark haired variety who was just ripe for the catching. Them being none to wary about their surroundings just added to his fun since they seemed to be taking their sweet lil' ol' time heading to wherever.
The guise he had chosen was a spry young thing dressed in a sultry little number of red and black, the dress a tad on the short side as the brunette fussed over a broken heel directly in the path of the mouse who was just now taking notice.
"Oh drat! And I just bought these too!" came the silky but distressed voice from behind the curtain of long, full strands of hair that blocked the face.
"Excuse me, but something the matter?" the man in his late 20's spoke as he actually paused to address the lone woman on the somewhat darkened street.
"Oh it's these heels, I just got them this afternoon and one already broke on me as I was try to make my way home. I might as well throw them in the trash since they can't be returned. Stupid!" soft, gray, pleading eyes looked up as the offending shoe was removed and thrown to the side, almost hitting the man. "Oh I'm sorry! I didn't hit you did I?" she said with a little gasp as the same dainty hand that had thrown the shoe covered he mouth.
"Nah, you don't seem to have very good aim, which is thankful for me" he laughed as he stood there looking at the woman, who was quite the catch in that short little number they were sporting; and roving eyes didn't help to hid his interest either "I can't help but notice you're by yourself, do you need help getting home?"
"Oh, I couldn't expect you to help a stranger out. My friend's left before I could, and then we all became separated. You know, one of those 'I'll meet you here, and then not show up' sorta deals." the other shoe was being removed since the first was already gone, lost under a car by this point.
"Well I would offer to call them for you, but I sort of left my cell at home. Hey, would you mind being my company for the night? I kinda got ditched by my friends as well, seeing as how they all had dates, and I was rather dateless... Name's Mike by the way." the guy was making small talk in the hopes the girl would say yes. It was mostly true, save for the dateless part; he actually had a date waiting on him, but how many times did a guy get to find a knockout just randomly in trouble? It might earn him a time or two in the sack for helping them out.
"Uh, Bernadette; And it sounds like we both are in the same sort of boat you and I. Hopefully the shoelessness won't be that big of a deal seeing as how they weren't working in the first place." Ah, how easily they fell for the pretty ones. He could see why Lust always had the jobs of seducing the men, being that her form normally was to their tastes.
"Haven't heard that name in a while, sounds like your parents wanted to give you a unique name. If you want, we could just go back to my place where no shoes won't be a problem. And I live right near this great little Italian place that delivers, so I can treat you for all of those troubles you seem to be having." Oh, if this girl said yes, he was seriously either that good or they were rather desperate, either way he didn't care so long as he got some of that tasty little tail by the end of the night.
"Oh, that sounds like a better plan that I had with walking all the way back home and just staying in for the night. Is your place far?" the face showed relief, as just behind it the wicked smile cracked below the surface; this one had no idea what they were getting themselves into, and the sin bet that this one thought they were going to get something entirely different than what they thought was coming.
"Not far, just a couple of blocks from here..."
The 'couple' headed back to Mike's tiny little apartment up on the 5th floor of a somewhat outdated building, passing by the very Italian restaurant that had been spoken of. The sin continued to pass the time by making small talk with the mouse, spinning stories that could have worked anywhere without giving any indication that he hadn't really learned all that much about this place called LA. And it really didn't matter because he seriously doubted this Mike was paying that much attention to what was being said, and paid more attention to the lovely little thing perched on his arm as they walked.
It took a few tries before the door to the apartment actually opened, the sound of stuck wood finally giving way with a pop. "Feel free to take a seat on the couch, I just need to give the place a call to place the order before we can start getting to know each other better." he said with a wink before disappearing into the bedroom to find his misplaced cell.
Grinning widely, the sin bypassed the shitty excuse for a living room to follow the mouse into the little hole they had cornered themselves into. And he wasn't all that impressed by the hovel that was being used as a bedroom, despite the fact there WAS a bed in there. And it wasn't until the click of the door shutting that Mike looked up from where he was rummaging around for his phone, noticing the bemused expression on his little 'dates' face.
"You know, we could always just skip dinner and just get to the fun that I'm sure you're wanting to have." Envy spoke while still in the guise, the sultry tone playing on every word. He had the door shut, leaning against it with his back to effectively trap the mouse while the cat eyed his prey with mixed signals.
"Or we can do that, I'm not too picky" Mike was a little surprised by the forwardness, but he didn't mind it one bit being that he was smilingly widely at the welcome little romp with the hottie.
"Well if you want, I can make it more interesting, you just need to close your eyes and let me do all the work." Oh, and his work was going to be an exquisite thing when he was finished.
"Uh, this won't cost me anything right? You're not like a hooker or something?" Mike was about to recount the offer if she was. He couldn't exactly afford what a girl for hire cost now a days.
The guise smiled sweetly as she waved a finger back and forth "Nah not a hooker, and no money involved at all, so be a good little boy and close your eyes for me"
Mike had done was he was told, half expecting warm little dainty hands to touch in places that would excite him. Instead he wasn't prepared for the excruciating, almost nauseating pain he felt from his most sacred of places as he was parted from his little johnson in one quick movement. And his voice was lost as he opened his eyes to find not a brunette little Bernadette, but some strange looking person with black, stringy hair and dressed in whatever that was they were wearing; his brain was having a hard time functioning with the sudden and rapid blood loss.
"You know, you should REALLY be careful of who you bring home. Just meeting some random stranger on the street isn't a calling card to bring them home for a romp in bed" the sin spoke in a matter of fact tone while what he was holding in his grasp was dangled for a moment before it was used as an effective gag to be shoved all the way down his prey's throat before they could scream. Yes, he loved to listen to them scream, but this was way more fun to watch the terror on their face as they suffocated to death.
"Oh, no, I think you're going to leave an effective little stain all over your already filthy bed!" came the giddy little response as a grin cracked the sin's face almost clear in half.
The sin pushed his already fainting victim onto their very own bed, deciding just how else he wanted to make this room look far better than it currently did. It wouldn't be long before they were dead due to brain damage and loss of blood, so why not make use of their 'supplies' to redecorate the room into a better fashion?
Claws made for great tools when carving up any sort of flesh, and opening this almost corpse from stem to stern was like cutting into butter with a hot knife; it melted away at the slightest touch exposing everything that the body was composed of.
"Let's see, you don't need this, this, this, OR this. Also you won't be needing this anymore, and surely that can't be of any use to anyone since not even science can find a use for something long dead." Different levels of 'splatting', 'spraying', and 'gushing' could be heard as organs were ripped out, bones were removed and broken, and all manner of 'redecoration' happened to that tiny little hole in the wall excuse for a bedroom.
The last thing the sin did before actually leaving was placing the brain in a cozy little dish and setting it in ice box. With that, Envy left much the same way he entered, only borrowing the face of the mouse he had left strewn about in their own apartment.
Ah, it did feel good to stretch one's legs every once in a while.