Anthony Carpenter ✞ Alastair (witharazor) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2011-07-16 16:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | sydney delano |
Who. Sydney Delano & NPC's Robert and Jackie Christopoulos
What. Alastair pays a visit to some very unlucky people
Where. The Christopoulos home in San Francisco, CA
When. Saturday, July 16th 2011
Warnings. Violence, torture, fire, death
This was hardly the first time Sydney had gone off without her brother to do something destructive, but this was the first time she was going off without him with the intent to kill.
It hardly mattered. To everyone who didn't know her she was a perky nurse who wouldn't hurt a fly. In reality? She was the reincarnate of the demon Alastair after all. Picasso with a razor, the goddamn king of torture downstairs. It was more or less understood in her new circle of friends that she'd pick up a thing or two from him. This had nothing to do with what she and Greg had been doing for a living long before their better halves ever came along. This also had nothing to do with obedience. She felt no allegiance to Leo Paulson or his merry band of revolutionaries. The only orders she ever followed were Greg's, but sometimes he was too busy to give her someone to play with.
She'd make it up to him later. Right now she had an itch to scratch.
At 4:00 PM a mysterious figure appeared in the front yard of a house on Front St., and then appeared inside the home of one Robert and Jackie Christopoulos. By 4:03 people could already hear the screams a block away, but anyone who attempted to rush in and save the day would have already been too late.
The one downside to this was Sydney couldn't afford to take her time with these ones. It had to be quick and brutal, but that was okay. She could still get creative in just a few minutes.
"Please, please don't kill him! I'll do anything!"
The frantic pleading coming from the bruised face of Jackie Christopoulos after being knocked around the room only grew more shrill as Sydney's knife plunged into her husband's gut, and the demon pulled it out with a sickening squelch and a vicious snarl. "I don't want anything from you, you little slut. We want your wards."
"No. No. Not them, please. You can do whatever you want to me, just leave them out of thi-"
The cowering woman backed up into a china cabinet, glass shattering everywhere as Sydney advanced, blood dripping from the knife dangling in her hand as she stalked forward. Jackie tried to run and Sydney took matters into her own hands, reappearing in front of her and grabbing both sides of her head in an iron grip. Jackie Christopoulos looked into her white hot eyes, instantly frozen over with fear.
Sydney and Alastair smirked. "Out of this? The only reason I'm here is because they were stupid enough to get mixed up in this. Now I'd tell you to remember that, but it looks like your time is juuuust about to run out..."
Jackie's neck snapped with a satisfying crunch and Sydney stepped back to admire the way her lifeless body fell to the ground. "Pest. And where do you think you're going?"
Robert Christopoulos was busy dragging himself across the floor towards the nearest phone, leaving a thick trail of blood behind him that Sydney followed into the kitchen.
"Awe, don't worry hubby, you'll get your turn! Now hold still."
From there Sydney had some fun, and made the most of the next thirty seconds. Picking her knife back up she carved out a map of Hell up and down Robert's torso, each cut more deep then the next until he'd bled out completely.
Pocketing her knife back into pants pocket and covered in blood that wasn't hers, Sydney got up and sauntered over to the gas stove where she turned on all the burners and proceeded to tap her foot impatiently while she waited. Then with a casual flick of her wrists she produced a cigarette and a lighter from her front shirt pocket and lighted it, taking in a deep drag before glancing side ways at the dead bodies of Robert and Jackie Christopoulos. "Thanks for the lesson, kids. I really needed to stretch my legs."
She flicked her lit cigarette into the air and then she was gone. Two seconds later a loud explosion rocked the kitchen and the house burst into flames. Sometimes it was more fun to do things the old fashioned way.