Leon Sullivan // Ben X5-493 (ex_fourninet22) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2010-06-05 02:21:00 |
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Hello all Reincarnates. You have a serial killer in your midst.
Who: Leon Sullivan and random dead and police NPCs
What: Serial Killing in Las Vegas
When: 3:00 AM on Saturday, June 5th, 2010
Where: Through out the past few weeks in Las Vegas.
Warning: Blood. Killing. Death. Insanity. Amateur Dental Surgery.
He had started out small; they all started out small, if you ever looked back at history. Usually torturing animals in the forest, or worse, children around their own age. Hurting them. Torturing them. Killing them. The thing with Leon though, was even if he had grown up in a nice, stable home, with a loving father and mother, the unfortunate truth was that even with all this, he would have ended up in the same position he was in now.
Ben had changed all that for him. Ben had turned him into a killer, a killer who wanted to stop, who really did not want to keep on killing, in fact, but he had found that he was good at it, thanks to Ben and his teaching. Thanks to Ben and his rituals in fact, which made things make more sense then they used to.
Things used to make sense when Betty was there. But she was gone now. She had left. She had left without telling him, had only let him know through the fact that she wouldn’t talk to him anymore. He saw her on the journals. He didn’t want to say he stalked, because he didn’t. If they shared a common acquaintance, he would see her words on the screen and wonder Is she thinking about me right now like I’m thinking of her? He didn’t know. He wondered, and he wondered, and he continued to wonder.
He had stolen Logan’s phone for a moment. Betty never changed her number, and for that he couldn’t help but be grateful. But he had seen her warnings, had seen that she was worried for him. Well, she had every right to be worried for him. Because with Sam and Max still in jail, and even with Logan here, he couldn’t keep Ben back. With Betty, he could fight it. With Max, he could fight it. Even with Logan, he could fight it as well, but it just wasn’t the same as trying to be normal for a person you loved.
He was learning to hate the word loved. He had loved someone and they left. They were gone. He loved his sister, but that was his sister. Ben loved to kill. Killing made it all so much easier. It took all the haze, the craziness, and boiled it down to one specific point in mind, and he didn’t have to do much thinking after that. Everything that was too much, everything that was too bright and good in the world, all the dinginess that surrounded him, it was so easy just to let Ben take over.
The newspapers had a name for him now. He wasn’t sure if it was the name the police had given him, or if the newspapers had started it. In fact, it made him laugh, because obviously someone was not bright enough to know that a killer had already been nicknamed the very same name. A fictional serial killer at that. The irony of it all always made him laugh, and he was glad that papers were never delivered to him, that he had to go out and buy them himself. He could read about the latest killing while he had some coffee.
‘The Tooth Fairy’ was what they called him. Like the killer in Red Dragon, the one where Hannibal Lector had a cameo, but wasn’t actually a big part of the story, though they still put it in the Thomas Harris collection of Hannibal Lector stories. It was hilarious though, because he knew they were looking in the wrong direction every single time. He never left a print, even a partial. He did the same thing every time, and really, only those who knew of Ben and the other X5’s would know what was going on.
He had started with Betty’s landlady. She was the first, though her death only made the papers in the back. Her killing hadn’t been pretty; in fact, she was the test, to see if he could actually go through with it. His father had been first, really, but that had been Leon more than Ben. Then when Ben took over, those three bodies in Colorado. Leon had been scared, then. The landlady was the first time when the two of them really merged, Leon’s anger at how he had been left, had gone over to her apartment to see if she was there. When she wasn’t, he went to ask for a key, and when that woman had told him ‘no’, Ben only had to say one word to him for him to completely agree with it.
Enough.
She was the first to die, though no one knew she was connected to the other killings. Because from then on, whenever he began to think of trying for normal, of waking up in the morning and going to work like always, his skin would crawl, his hand would twitch, and he’d come to his senses while pulling teeth out of a prostitute’s mouth. Taking them all and putting them in the shape of a pyramid, a little stack of teeth, with a Mother Mary pendant placed next to the teeth.
Within the few weeks that all of this had happened, there had been nine killings that the police had found, and that had been reported in the newspaper. The Las Vegas was stumped, the media was in a frenzy, and Leon really enjoyed seeing the fear of those around him, even as he dealt out cards. No more fear over losing their money and not being able to go home. Not fear of being blackmailed. No, fear of dying, like that businessman from Michigan, who they had found with his body in an alley and his teeth next to him in a pyramid. Leon knew that the police were probably horrified at every scene; pulling teeth was a bloody mess. It left the mouth gaping open, like a dark, bottomless hole that went straight down to the darkness of hell itself, the blood staining the body, sliding over the face and neck like a wet paper towel of red.
Necks always broken in one good twist. The ‘Tooth Fairy’ was strong enough to always snap the necks in one go. Las Vegas was frightened, and Leon couldn’t be happier. Because tonight, after this shift, there was number ten. And when he got the call to clock out, the security helping to make sure nothing got stolen, he was as cheerful as ever, trading jokes with them, saying that they’d meet up for drinks after shift. Everything was normal. So when he had to wait two more hours, idly smoking cigarettes to pass the time (because he didn’t really like them, but the light at the tip fascinated him at times), it was perfect when the head Pit Boss came out and went straight to him to see what he was still doing there.
It really was almost funny.
"Sullivan, what the hell are you doing here? You’ve been off the clock for almost three hours, go home!" He said, with that slight southern drawl he had still in place, though he had lived in Las Vegas for most of his life.
"Still stuck on that girl. Sorry boss," Leon said with a sheepish grin, shrugging his shoulders. "Can't believe she just took off and left like that, you know? I don’t know if I wanna be sad or angry at her. Hell, maybe neither; I kinda just want her back."
"She ain’t coming back, Sullivan. Just accept it and move on, okay? I’m getting sick of hearing you whine and mope about this bitch. Suck it up and find another floozy to sleep with like you always do!" As soon as that was said, Leon snapped the cigarette in half and let it fall to the floor, taking a step forward and putting a hand on the guy’s shoulder.
"Don’t call her a bitch," He said softly, before he moved as fast as he could, the noise loud in his ears as Ben encouraged, and he pulled the guy close, snapping his neck. No real security cameras, no one around this part. It was just so easy, and this place made it so easy.
"And she’s coming back," He whispered into the ear of a dead man as he dragged him away.
The Tooth Fairy had struck again. And after this one, he called up Logan and let her know that he needed to take a trip. Some time away, away from the place that still had Betty written everywhere he went. He needed some time away, but he would be back soon, and he’d always leave his phone on.
The Tooth Fairy was moving to a different city. Arizona would never be the same.