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[M i s t e r Histrionic]

☪ 〖 Anol Shalom Anol Sheh Lay Konnud De Ne Um 〗

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♈『 Flavum Nom De Leesh』

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☪ 〖 Ham De Nam Um Das La Um De Flavne... 〗

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♈『 We De Ze Zu Bu We De Sooo A Ru』

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☪ 〖 Un Va-a Pesh A Lay Un Vi-i Bee 〗

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♈『 Un Da La Pech Ni Sa (Aaahh) Un Di-i Lay Na Day 』

┣▇▇▇▇═─《 Un Ma La Pech A Nay Mee Di Nu Ku 》☸

He had awoken relatively early that day, not wanting to be bothered with the bullshit of the maids who loved to enter his room simply to gawk at him. His steel blue eyes stared at the ceiling rather boredly as he rested his hand on his chest. The vampire's dark purple lips parted to let a sigh escape. What day was it? October...seventeenth? Yes, that was right. Which meant that he had to work, more so it meant that he had to tend to Ulrich's demands directly.It was his tenth day home from his last assignment. He was rather, how do you say infuriated with his last job. Due to lack of information he went in with one expectation only to receive another. Though the vampire got the job done as intended, he was not happy when he returned home. The miscommunication was due to a certain incubus and his disability of listening to Nii Jienyi's orders. He remembered coming home, his eyes midnight black as his temper rose at the mere sight of the incubus. He was in such a feral state that he had to be locked in his room for the night and much of the next of the following day. He was such a pain, he couldn't help but feel sorry for him. However he had to say that he felt more sorry for Nii Jienyi. He only had to be bothered withe the b*****d for a little bit of time, but Nii was stuck with him. Such a pity.

The vampire ran his medium purple claws through his hair then rolled over on his stomach as he pulled the covers over his shoulders. He wanted to forget about the day and sleep it away, then again he knew that wouldn't be possible. He sighed then shook his head as he closed his eyes once more. He was not in the mood to deal with the incubus again but he was ordered to work with him to pry information out of a captive. It was known that he couldn't careless but after persuasion from Ulrich himself, the other was sure that he would not be able to get away. He growled deeply then placed the pillow over his face. "Stupid incubus demon..." There were times were the vampire questioned the rulers common sense. Allowing a demon that only lived on sex to become a part of the regime? How reckless. Though he had to admit that sometimes the incubus was useful when he didn't wish to torture people. He had to wonder why Nii Jienyi kept him around. It was obvious that the man had little patience for him. Besides a quick lay the incubus was practically useless to him. The general may have been lazy but he wasn't stupid.

Now that dog that Ulrich kept by his side was another case in general. A mutt that would do anything to get on Ulrich's good side. He was a kiss a** and he let him know it. There were many times where the lycan would lie to get on the man's good time as well as times where it was he who revealed the truth. They did not like each other, no they hated each other and were opened about it. He turned his head to the side then rose. He knew he was capable of thinking and preparing for the day at the same time. Where was he? Oh yes, the mutt. He rolled his eyes at the mere thought of him. He didn't care for anything else but pleasing Ulrich. It was pathetic. Don't get him wrong, the vampire was loyal to Ulrich and would serve no one else as a assassin, but he had his morals. The regime leader did not rule his life. It was amusing for the regime leader to get mad at Wolfgang. The lycan would get tortured to the point of death only to come back out and do the same. It was quite a shame. He would often get into a fight with the demon but he couldn't careless. Ulrich held him as high as the mutt and he was not going to let his thoughts go silently.

He finished dressing himself then sighed as he was forced to leave his room. He really didn't want to. Why should he torture the angel when he was the one to capture him. He did all the work as usual. The vampire sighed as he thought back to the angel he was forced to capture. They needed the information yes but it was stupid to go all out for a angel. He supposed he would have his own fun with the angel, for he did need to test out his own methods of torture. However it was just... The man sighed then shook his head as his long ivory white yet ice blue toned hair shook freely. "He better be getting information out or that incubus will be my breakfast and I mean that." He said it loud enough for the other to hear knowing that he was still irritated at the creature for his idiotic ways before hand.

Hades soon entered the room in which the angel was being held and looked upon Lucien as he did his job. This was the only reason the incubus was here. To use that annoying trait of his for the Regime. He shook his head as he caught Lucien looking at him. 'Don't you dare keep focused you b*****d.' He growled lightly to prove his point then turned away to lean against a wall. He watched as the angel fell victim to the incubus.' schemes then shook his head. Pathetic. Most creatures were. Falling to seduction as easily as they did just proved how unneeded some lives were. The angel passed out soon after and the vampires eyes turned to the incubus. "I am still irritated at you, whore. Keep away from me before you find yourself with out a very important member. I am not afraid to use you as a torture pet." When he came up to him and kissed him, the vampire growled and bared his fangs. "One day Nii Jienyi is gonna get rid of you. Your just as much of a pain to him as you are to me." He glared at the angel as he left then turned to the angel.

Approaching him his fangs grew and he began to speak. "Wake up little angel. Wake up." He raised his head then turned it to the side. "I am your master now." He ran his claw down his neck as the smell of the blood in his vein's caused his blood lust to grow. "And you will obey me." He dug his claw into his flesh then smiled as his blood came out in drops. "But first things first. I am forever famished...." He leaned in then revealed his full grown canines. "Fill my thirst." With that the vampire sunk his fangs into his neck and sucked on his blood as he continued to push his fangs deeper into his flesh.

[M i s t e r Histrionic]

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〖 Ɲ ɨ ɨ נ ɨ ε и ɤ ɨxxxxx ʊ ʞ ů ʞ σxxxxx Ħ υ ɱ u ʁ ค 〗
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☽┣▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇═───── 〖Ah, the sun is blindin'..〗

☾┣▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇═───── 『I stayed up again...』

☽┣▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇═───── 〖Oh, I am findin'..〗

☾┣▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇═───── 『That's not the way I want my story to end...』

He walked through the hallways with the porcelain in arms as he yawned apathetically. It was another boring day, another boring moment. Wasn't he needed in the laboratories for something? He could have sworn that he was suppose to go fix yet another one of their problems. Ah, how stupid. he felt like a babysitter. As always he had to fix their s**t. He could hardly stan their stupidity. He turned as he heard the foot steps of someone approaching him. Right on time, he expected the woman to come up eventually. “Hello Tsuji.” The woman giggled then pounced the scientist lovingly as he chuckled. “Jienii~ Are you going to take me off the compound today?” Nii looked at her curiously. “Was I? You did lose our bet?” The woman pouted. “I did not! I stayed out of trouble for a week and you are supposed to take me into the city for a reward.” “Is that so?” He raised her face to his then tapped his finger on her nose. “You seduced a general to get out of your duties.” Tsuji smiled nervously. “Well, that doesn’t count if he’s always flirting with me now does it?” “You caused a fight in between two soldiers because you lied and said that the both of them were so mean to you when they adore you.” She chuckled. “Well I was bored! You know how I get when I am bored big brother…”

The man smiled then cocked his head to the side. “You started a fire in sector four, you stabbed a doctor ‘accidentally’, you knocked a general out for calling you my ‘pet’, and you all in all seduced and manipulated fourty individual men this week. That doesn’t sound as if your being very good to me love.” Tsuji pouted then pulled away from him and crossed her arms. “You’re so mean Nii Jienyi always picking on me.” “Oh?” She turned back with determination in her eyes as she pressed her lips together. Ah, he knew that look and he also knew that she would once again attempt to seduce him. Silly little girl, didn’t she know he had lost all interest in women some time ago? Oh no. You see he never bothered to tell her. She reached up and wrapped her arms around him as she pulled his face close to hers. Not once did the smiling stoic man lose his calm, actually he found it quite amusing.

“Nii-chan, why are you so mean to me? Aren’t big brothers supposed to protect their siblings?” Nii grinned. “Perhaps love but then again I never claimed I wasn’t one of a kind.” She smiled then rested her head against his chest as she began to trace a circle on his chest. “You’re not very good at being a nice big brother Nii Jienyi. Your a even lazier general” “Is that so? You know you’re supposed to be in sector 5 getting evaluated.” The woman froze then pulled away rather quickly. “Who told-?” “It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that you are rather good when it comes to escaping love.” The woman growled then grabbed the generals collar in a threatening motion. The man only chuckled knowing he hit a sore spot. “Nii I will kill you in your sleep if you hand me in…” “Temper, temper Tsuji. I am not that cruel. But I suggest you turn around little sister. It will not be good if Lucien saw you.” Tsuji froze then shuddered. It was no surprise to him that the woman feared his assigned partner. Perhaps that is the only reason he got stuck with him. He was the only one that would put up with him.

Tsuji sighed then leaned up and kissed Nii’s cheek. “Now why would I be afraid of the big bad wolf? Then again he has caused you some trouble himself no?” Nii merely looked at the woman calmly and cocked his head to the other side. “Is that so? I always figured that the only one that could cause the devil trouble was god himself…” He turned away and ran a finger down his doll's face. "Such a pretty girl Tsuji. You shouldn't be such a pain its a turn off." "WHAT?!" He chuckled then walked off as Tsuji sighed and shook her head. “Nii what am I going to do with you?” He headed off down the stream of catacombs as he approached his destination. Where was he going you ask? Well he was going to face that b*****d of a partner and warn him dearly of messing with the past. Oh no he didn’t care about what he looked at or how he felt towards it, however he was not allowed under any circumstances to mess with his own memories. Earlier that day his memories were view and frankly the scientist who wore a placid smile and acted as if the world was an entire joke, was pissed off. But it was never shown. Oh no, he just loved to smile.

Nii Jienyi hated humans. Yes he supposed that he was fighting a human war so to speak, but it didn't take away from the fact that he disliked them. The fallen angel had spent many years amongst those disgusting creatures and he was only too happy to help in their destruction. No matter what labels you put on them, no matter how you try to differentiate them as individuals, they were all the same. Evil, manipulating, stupid, ignorant beings with little to drive on and only the drive of power to keep them going. He never used to think like this before. Before he was casted down from heaven the angel was quite the opposite of the person he was now. He was loving, obedient, understanding and what not. He was the picture perfect angel in the eyes of god but when he fell for a human, a male no less, he was shuddered. Sent down tho earth the angel had the pain of rejection waiting for him after he declared his love. It turned him bitter and a uncaring. He began to hate all around him. Ulrich gave him a reason to continue on he supposed and for that he was grateful. He was the only man he would bow too. Though he had to admit there were somethings that the man was not so amused by. For instance the arrival of his new partner. Lucien was a pain in his side and he was putting that nicely. Then again it was hard to see how the man could think such a thing seeing as he had slept with him on more then one occasion....

Perhaps it was just another human weakness that created such a action. Regardless, it was fun to tease people especially when you got something out of it. The general was known for pushing his luck with Wolfgang. The lycan was pitiful, always hanging around Ulrich like a little lost puppy. He only wanted his masters support, a pat on the head, and to do him as a reward. Ulrich always found his taunts amusing but the same couldn't be said for the lycan. Many times the male has struck out against Nii Jienyi for his words and each time the taunts would only get louder. It was impossible to stop a illusionist when your mind was clouded by rage. His current comment left him with a brushed arm from one of the lycan on end punches. 'A mutt who can't walk on his own two feet with out master guiding his way, seeking comfort from him when he is told to screw him on a regular bases.' Yes this was the comment he made... The g rated version anyway...

He had received some pain for that but he didn't care. Actually he cared about nothing really... Now that he thought about it where was the incubus of his anyway? He shook his head then yawned and he stroked the head of his doll with his finger. "Such a pain to deal with. Some times I wish I was the one with the puppy. And not the sex crazed demon who needs to get fixed on w regular bases." He shook his head on continued on, his silver locks flowing as he adjusted his top hat slightly to the left.

☽┣▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇═───── 〖I'm safe up high, nothing can touch me...〗

☾┣▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇═───── 『But why do I feel this party's over?...』

☽┣▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇═───── 〖No pain inside, you're my protection...〗

☾┣▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇═───── 『But how do I feel this good sober?...』

[xKougaijix]

☆═━┈┈━═☆I hate you but

☆═━┈┈━═☆I love to hear you scream.

☠ Lucien ☠Arbellio☠

☆═━┈┈━═☆I'll rip out your heart

☆═━┈┈━═☆And laugh as I shove it down your throat..

He was supposed to be interrogating the man, a very cute little angel who had fallen so easily into the hands. However, his form of interrogation was far from the norm, and instead of actually torturing the person... well! "Now, why won't you tell me where your men are hiding love?" he asked in a sultry tone, all the while kissing down the other's neck. Each moan from the other brought him such pleasure, though any who knew him well would find it obvious that he was merely using the poor thing. "I-I can't tell you..." "And why not?" Lucien's teeth dug lustfully into the other's neck, sending a wave of painful pleasure through the creature’s body and causing him to cry out. "I-If I do... All of my friends will be killed." Lucien just laughed, his hand rising to stroke the angel's face before licking away the blood that settled from the wound. "What if I promise no harm will come to them..." The other had no time to speak, his lips were taken too quickly by Lucien's own, and the innocent creature was lost.

A few minutes passed before the incubus pulled away, his venom taking full effect on the boy who was now breathing hard and smelled of lust. "Now tell me dear... Where is your hideout?" His amber colored eyes grew brightly, almost hypnotizing the boy who was almost too eager to speak to the demon. "In Paris there is an underground base... The two entrances I know are one near where the Eiffel tower use to stand, another can be found in the basement of the Basilica..." He leaned in once more, pressing his lips to Lucien's own before being pushed back in a gentle manner. "Is that all you know dear?" "No... There is a planned raid on Tokyo within the next week... Supposedly a secret mission involving only five hundred well trained troops in a mix of races... Sadly that is all I know, I'm not high enough in rank to know much more then simple grunt work..." A shudder ran through the angel as his face was touched, his eyes met with Lucien's and the demon smiled. His lips moved to the boy's forehead, leaving the softest kiss just before light words swallowed the boys mind. "That was good love... Now sleep."

He pushed the boy against the table, and the poor angel fell limp against it. A dark smirk spread across his face as he looked up to the one who had brought the angel in, actually moving towards him with a bright smile. "Good job Hades... Though I do wonder what you're going to do with the kid." His eyes held a glint of naughtiness to them, but he said nothing more and instead turned his attention back to the boy. All the angel wore was a pair of shorts that were too short to even be called by the name. It was obvious by the look of him that he had reacted nicely to the demon's teasing, but sadly Lucien hadn't the time to play with such a, well angel. A light sigh escaped him then, but instead he just turned away with the lightest grin. "Maybe next time..."

He looked to Hades then, smiling lightly before pressing his lips to the vampire's cheek. "See how far you can get with a little love instead of torture? Not that it matters anymore, we've our information so he's useless to us now. Do with him as you will love; I'm sure Ulrich will dispose of him soon enough anyway." A dark laugh escaped him as the boy let out a low groan, before returning his eyes to Hades' own. "Well I must be off love... My a**... err beloved fallen is waiting." Lightly he laughed at himself, leaving Hades to deal with the angel while he vanished off into the halls. He was expecting dear Nii to be a little unhappy with him, but it was his job to help everyone out when the chance showed itself. Even more it was his job to tease and torment the other, the poor fallen who he so dearly loved, and dearly took pleasure in teasing to no end.

Earlier in the day he had gotten one of his helpers to pick through the angel's past. No, not for anything in particular, just so that he could pester the man when he was struck later on in the day. In ways they were all a giant group of sex buddies, after all he'd slept with Ulrich and even with the wolf, of course only when with Ulrich, Nii, Hades, a few of the slaves they would bring in to interrogate. He took being an incubus to a whole other level, and unlike some who didn't have such a might hunger, he fed on sex as if it were bread and water. It empowered him like nothing else in the world, and at times he craved it to the point of going to means that even the other's found extreme.

"My Nii Jienyi..." When he found the fallen, he instantly pounced the other and held him to the ground all while running kisses down his neck. "Miss me love? I'm sorry I was busy helping Hades with an angel." He laughed it off as if it were a joke, before nuzzling the other's cheek in a teasing manner. "Awe Nii... You know I love you so much, your beautiful skin, and the taste of your lips... why must you always push me so far away?" His hand stroked down the man's sides, slowly running under his shirt so that they could feel the warm flesh beneath. However he stopped there, just rubbing over the man's stomach and taking pleasure in what he felt.

Slowly his lips came to rest beside the other's ear, his tongue licking the lobe softly before the lightest, and most lust filled words escaped. "Why don't we have a little fun Nii... No one will care if we take a break for a little while." Sad as it was, the man meant every word of it. Though in his mind he knew all too well that Nii would hear none of it, after all with his earlier antics the incubus would be lucky if he got any from the scientist/general for the rest of the week, if not month. Not that it mattered much, if all else he would go back to the little angel, or even to his beloved Ulrich, seeing as the puppy would be gone until the end of the week. It did make him wonder, if their master was a little bored... Maybe he would check on him later on that night...

卐I know how to hurt∮
∮I know how to heal卐
卐I know what to show∮
∮and what to conceal卐

卐I know when to talk∮
∮I know when to touch卐
卐No one ever died∮
∮From wanting too much.卐

[M i s t e r Histrionic]

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▄︻┻┳═一 ╠ 『Σ м м ε ϯ ϯ ☢ √lค๔เ๓เг ☢ Ɲ เ ﻮ ђ t』 ╣ 一═┳┻︻▄

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【 ☪ The rain falls on my windows 】

【 And the coldness runs through my soul ۞ 】

【 ☪ When the rain falls, oh when the rain falls 】

【I don't want to be alone ۞ 】

【 ☪ I wish that I could Photoshop on 】

【 Our bad memories ۞ 】

【 ☪ Because the flashbacks, oh the flashbacks 】

【 Won't leave me alone ۞ 】

『 ☣ Come Back To Me ☢ 』

He sat in darkness as he looked over one of the many rooms he found himself in due to his little hunt for food. It was like his own hell What else was there to call it? It was what it was. He closed his eyes as he looked over the human in his arms. Stupid man. He thought the vampire loved him. He thought he would be with him for eternity. How dense humans could be, then again he was just the same all those years ago. He couldn’t remember what it was to be human. How long ago was that? Forty years ago? Seventy years ago? He lost count. It didn’t matter. He still had his beauty and people still fell for his alluring charm. He would take them in, seduce them then bed them. But the next morning he would be done with them. He would fill his desire with their bodies until he wished nothing more of them. He would break them, kill their hope of finding another and rob them of their innocence; most of the time he didn’t try too hard. He didn’t need too. Human were so easily fooled by a pretty face…Vampires as well.

Ah, that he knew from experience. The vampire, disguised as a neighboring noble came upon his door step one winter night. Now normally the man would have turned him away, but the creature was too beautiful, too desirable to ignore. He took him in, allowed him to become comfortable. And then, he took him. He never felt as wonderful as he did when he was taking by the vampire. But then again he didn’t know he was a vampire at the time. The other continuously asked did he love him, did he adore him. He answered with yes each time to get the man to give more of himself to him. He was a fool for trusting him so easily. A fool for allowing himself to give in to get what he wished for. Yes, he had gotten what he wanted; he had tasted the sweet nectar the immortal gave to him, tricked by his words of love. But he would loose so much more...

He woke up and turned to the man he had fallen for. He never meant to fall for the immortal, but he did. Though he was a player of hearts, at the time he was just a human. When the immortal woke up, he looked upon the human that rested against him and smiled. It was a face that would change his whole world… A claw trailed down his neck and as if in a trance the man turned his neck towards the other, revealing his flesh perfectly. “Do you love me?” He was so stupid back then. With a thought he closed his eyes and smiled. The false sense of security caused him to lose himself to the vampires will and with out a thought he answered simply: “Yes.” In an instant pain filled his being and a shrilled scream left his mouth as the vampire’s fangs sunk deeply into his flesh. He could feel his venom fill his body and slowly but surely his heart beat began to die. He wondered, to this day even, if the other was worth the pain of becoming an immortal.

For fifty years after that day, the vampire was a slave to his creator. His gift more like a curse, so unstable it became. Soon it came to the point where he had to blind himself, or rather his creator had to. Sowing his eyes shut with little cares for his screams, his creator had taken every step he could to make sure that the fledgling remained under him. For some time he had to admit that he did. Who would care for a creature with sown eyes and scars of ownership from another? No one would. Not in the world he grew up in. He spent years in his ‘owners’ possession. Allowing the man to do and get whatever he wanted from him. He was his dog and when master gave an order he obeyed without a thought. He could never remember a firm thought he held when his master was around. No he didn’t think he ever did have one. He was taught not to think only to obey… What a shame really.

It wasn’t until the man had been killed did he truly gain his freedom. He was lost at first he had to admit but soon he found the world to be different then how it seemed. He didn’t need his eyes; everything around him was clear thanks to the third eye he possessed. Another part of his curse… The vampire had found comfort in one night suitors and the excess blood he could consume with out consequences. It became…a haven so to speak, to live with out ties. For once in his life freedom was his… Though he still carried scars. The ‘x’ like slash and slice under it remained on his chest as a permanent fixture and the rings he acquired from his master remained along his chest for all to see. He could have taken them out, he could have gotten rid of them, but what would that solve? Nothing, not a damn thing.

Well that was all the past now. None of it had anything to do with the creature he now was. His hand reached out in a swift movement and brushed a piece of hair from the human that rested against his chest. What a shame. He didn’t love this human who thought he was the one. That was only to be expected by now. All human were to him were food, nothing more and nothing less. “How sweet you are to wait for me to wake my dear.” He smiled as the human stirred at his words then turned his head over to the side. He nuzzled his neck as his fangs extended then chuckled darkly. “It appears you will be able to satisfy me in more ways then one hehe.” The human opened his eyes and looked too the vampire in a dazed state. “Wha-?” “Hush my pet, there is nothing to be cautious of…” He began to kiss over his jugular as the human fell back into a state of blissful unawareness. “Do you trust me little mortal?” The human closed his eyes then smiled. “Like God…” He smiled deviously then in a moments time a horrific scream could be heard. His next victim was taken.

Was it wrong that he felt no remorse for killing humans? He supposed not. After a century and a half of doing so, it became a force of habit. He sat on the edge of the bed ‘looking’ at his dead ‘pet’ as he allowed his thoughts to consume him. It was time to get going was it not? Oh yes, didn’t want anyone coming in and seeing the mess he had caused. The vampire smiled then cocked his head to the side. What a shame hehe… His silver locks swayed gently as he made his way towards the window. “Perhaps a midnight stroll would be good for me. I haven’t been out side of city limits in a while.” He looked to the corpse then blew a taunting kiss. “Its been fun pussycat, and I hate to eat and run but places to go…” He turned back to the window then jumped out with a devilish grin. “People to eat.”

He leap over the roof tops with dark grace as he looked into the moon light. He wondered how would it look like with his own eyes… He didn’t even know if he could use them any more. It had been a century since he opened them… Then again he didn’t mind. He got to see things in ways others didn’t. It almost bothered him that he had to keep wearing these binds over his eyes. He knew the image wasn’t the prettiest thing to look at but he wasn’t that ugly. Or so he thought. In truth he wasn’t ugly, the vampire was relative beautiful in a mysterious manner. Silver hair that reached his shoulders (for he hadn’t had the chance to cut it yet), pale skin that resembled a porcelain statue, and inviting light crimson lips that made you wish to touch them. The vampire was just as beautiful as the one that made him if not more. In his mouth he held his weapon almost like a dog would. It was a habit his creator installed in him but it was easier to access it this way he had to admit.

A grunt escaped the vampire as he leapt on to a sky scraper that stood on the boarder of the city. How interesting humans were. When he was a human, such buildings were unheard of. Then again a lot of things were unheard of… Suddenly the vampire froze and he looked up into the sky. What was that? Light? He watched as the clouds opened up and a creature descended. What was going on? A sky diver? No it was two far up for that to be such a thing. Cargo drop? That far out? No it couldn’t be… he cocked his head to the side once again. What could it be? With out a single thought left the vampire took off to the dropping item. Curious, oh so curious! His creator always said it was his worst trait... And actually he was right, it was. That wasn’t the point though. Anything that fell out of the sky was something to check. And who knew? It could be dessert. The idea made him smile and the vampire picked up his pace towards the fallen.

He never believed in angels, no there was no such thing. Angels, God, Heaven, Satan and hell meant nothing to him. He had no reason to even take interest in such stupidity. This was life. Things happened and have been happened even before he was born. The world has been turning and will never stop turning just because of what some one’s ‘God’ said. He had attempted to read the bible once. He received a headache in return. It made no sense to him what so ever. No, why would you fight for an all powerful God? Why couldn’t he fight for himself? It was all so confusing… He landed in a field out side of the city then stood silently as he watched the figure fall to the ground. It was a man. How curious. But how lucky as well. Men meant food.

The vampire smiled and waited for the creature to land. It almost made him wince, the way he collided, but he couldn’t careless truly. He took his sweet time walking over to the creature only to stop and stare at his wings. Impossible…a- He shook his head. What did it matter? Food was food.

“Undead angel…can you hear me…?”
Emmett Vladimir Night stopped then looked at the creature before him with his lips parted in shock. Did he just call to him? He smiled then walked over to the angel. “Undead angel? My dear I am no angel. You should know that.” He grinned at his wings then used his third sense to look over the creature. How unnerving it must have been to have him see everything but have his prey have no idea what he was looking at. He sniffed the air then kneeled beside the angel. A grin crossed his lips and he giggled like a child would. “Fallen angel riddle me this…” He turned his head to the side then whispered as if to speak of a sin.
“Do you believe in God?”

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Username: ☽ xMalicious Vendettax ☾
Name: ☢ Humura Tsuji Kimonora ☢
Race: ۞Human ۞
Sex: ☄Male☄
Sexuality: ♈Pansexual ♈
Age: ☣ Twenty Two || 2 2 ☣
Gang: 『Reapers』
Weapon: ❇A Nickel Full Auto Machine Gun Pistol Named the Jackal❇
❇A M90 Shotgun❇
❇Machine guns of any kind❇
Member Status:〖The Boss | | Weapon Specialist. 〗
Personality: 《Kill you, ******** you over, then kill you some more. This explains Humura’s outlook on things. A cynical killer, a grade a jerk, if Humura doesn’t like you he will make it known with out a thought. He can be a smart a**, as well as a person who will give another a shoulder to lean on. He doesn’t enjoy being spoke down too and will kill you in a heart beat for a simple gesture. Homicidal, Insane, and just a bit malicious, Humura is not one to mess with. When he learns to like you however, he can be the perfect gentlemen. He is polite, caring and thoughtful with the few he trust. Always willing to tell them solutions to their problems and console them when needed. Don’t get confused though. He is not willing to let people into his life. They have to force themselves in. Continuing on however; Humura tends to have what some will call a personality switch. When angry, I mean truly enraged, Humura will kill who ever stands in his way with little trouble. He enjoys death; hearing people scream out in pain and watching them bleed. It is a wonder how the man keeps even a ounce of sanity… he will laugh at the death of anyone near him, friend or foe and never seems to return to his normal state until his objective is reached. 》
Love: ▹✔-Sleeping
▹✔-Silence
▹✔-Killing
▹✔-Blood
▹✔-Spray painting
▹✔-Hacking
▹✔-Technology
▹✔-Guns
▹✔-Ignoring stupidity
▹✔-Sarcastic remarks
▹✔-Death
▹✔-Sweets
▹✔-Being alone
Hate: ▸✘-Math (Though he is good at it..)
▸✘-Being awoken
▸✘-Inhuman
▸✘-Ignorance
▸✘-Arrogance
▸✘-Idioticy
▸✘-Carelessness to important matters
▸✘-Needy people
▸✘-Loud mouths
▸✘-Obnxious people
▸✘-Having to focus more then he wants
▸✘-Having Alec steal his Cigarettes
▸✘-Attitudes
Talents: ✔-Humura is the one of the best Gunslinger in a hundred mile radius.
✔-A self taught hacker, he has been stealing data and tracking down information since he was seven years old.
✔-A thief, he can and will steal your wallet with out a thought and replace before you even know that you were robbed.
✔-He is exceptionally fast for one that enjoys carrying heavy artillery.
✔-Unfortunately the man is able to turn anything into a weapon. From the leg of a chair to a wire hanger, Humura can truly be wicked at times...
✔-A master of torture, he can get someone to spill their soul out with one action. He is definitely one of the darker members of Reaper...
Habits: ♬- Ignoring people.
♬- Smoking when he is irritated or sullen.
♬- Spray painting what ever catches his eye.
Bio: 【He grew up with his elder brother on the good side of town. He was always taken care off always looked after. He grew up with out a care in the world for why would he need one? His parents died not too soon after he was born, but even with the lack of knowledge of them he always felt loved under the watch full eye of his big brother. He grew up happy and adored…And then he turned ten years old. They were coming home one night from a parent teacher conference. He was bragging, heh, telling Kenji how he planned to work in the government when he got older. How he planned to be a law enforcer just like his brother. He was pleased. Telling him that he could be whatever he wanted to be. That he would always be there for him. That he would never leave him. How he wished he could continue to believe those childhood fantasies. But he never could. Never again.

In a flash his brother was taken, a stray bullet by a Inhuman member... It killed him instantly. He remembered blood. He remember shaking him violently and telling, yelling at him to wake up. He never did. When help arrived they found a ten year old child laying over the dead body of his beloved sibling. He was never the same. At his brother’s funeral, family and friends attempted to console him with fail, it didn’t help. The rage and hate built up in his heart with out fail and still to this day he waits to find the b*****d that took Kenji away. But that was a long time ago. So long ago. When he turned eleven he became a anonymous hacker for private industries and gangs alike. He would get the information then get paid and if there was any argument of his asking price, he would kill them and retrieve the money himself.

At the age of thirteen Humura picked up a liking for guns. When ever he would kill a person he would take their guns as a souvenir of a kind. He was always so careful when he did it to, killing. Always making sure he left no evidence behind and no way for the police to track him down. He caused quite uproar in his day yet he didn’t care for it. It was just his job, it was how he got by. With little respect for life of any kind he lived on, killing, hacking, and stealing. When he was sixteen years old he came face to face with with the previous boss of the Reapers. He paid the man little attention not caring if he was near or not but the same couldn’t be said for the gang member.

As it appeared, the man had been keeping tabs on him. Watching his moves and every step, he was quite amused. This didn’t go over too well with Humura who didn’t enjoy the fact that some mad man was watching him. He was offered a proposition, be come one of the members of his gang and the chance to gain all of his hearts desires or he could walk out. Pretend the little meeting didn’t happen. At first Humura passed. He, frankly, didn’t like and or trust the man at first glance. But after some persistence, he agreed but the intention behind it was anything but friendly. After gaining the man's undying trust, Humura struck out and killed him seemingly out of no where. He wasn't insane he knew what he was doing. In order to get the revenge he sought as well as the freedom he desired he needed to be in charge. And he did just that. Ever since the uncaring man has been in control of the Reapers, or in his words, he has been the babysitter of the Reapers. He fines some of the other childish and irritating. Yet for one who was so used to working on his own, it was expected. Few know of it, but he was left a hefty inheritance when his parents died. Sadly he only uses it on the growth of his gun collection.】
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Username: 〓 xKougaijix 〓
Name: ☆ Valentine (Val) Lucila Rosaria ☆
Race: ≈ Neko ≈
Sex: ∮ Male ∮
Sexuality: ￥ Homosexual ￥
Age: * 19 *
Gang: ☼ Fallen ☼
Weapon: >>--» twin daggers, needles, wire, twin handguns. «--<<
Member Status: ≌ Member- Assassin/Thief ≌
*Personality: ☽ Don't think too badly about the cute kitten, for truly Val is just that. Sometimes lazy, other's curious, and almost always playful. It's hard to understand how such a creature could in actuality have such a dark heart. He likes the thrill of a good hunt, and the satisfaction of a kill. Hearing another beg for their life just before taking it is nothing short of heavenly. Funny how this side is only shown to those not long for this world, because the living, which aren't marked for the kill, are usually shown a gentle and well mannered young man. On occasion he can be quiet a tease also, after all its lots of fun to tempt others into your traps, or at the least in order to get what you desire. In truth he's loyal to very few, and many people are seen as mere tools of entertainment and to be used to obtain anything that he desires. He never really comes off as cold, most of the time its either playful or polite, occasionally sadistic thought that is normally only seen by the victims who won't live long enough to say much about it. Oddly enough he enjoys receiving pain as much as giving it, and has walked through a hail of bullets, come out with his body looking like Swiss cheese and still held a content smile. Maybe that makes him two faced, but in truth both the kitten and the killer are a part of him, each embraced in their own rights. In the end it’s a matter of which side you stand on, then again if the price is right he might just turn on you as well. ☾
Love:
♥ Cat Naps ♥
♥ The thrill of a good hunt ♥
♥ Sweets ♥
♥ Cries of pain ♥
♥ Chocolate ♥
♥ Ice cream ♥
♥ Hot baths ♥
♥ New clothes ♥
♥ Examining lifeless bodies ♥
♥ Anything free, especially stolen ♥
♥ The taste of sweat and blood ♥
♥ A home cooked meal ♥
♥ Good food ♥
♥ Money ♥
Hate:
☠ Having a cat nap disturbed ☠
☠ Being called Two-faced ☠
☠ Idiots ☠
☠ Stupidity ☠
☠ Being used, toyed with, or played for a fool ☠
☠ Being Stolen from ☠
☠ Being threatened/ having a friend threatened ☠
☠ Cheaters, Whiners, Loosers. ☠
Talents:
♪ Being sneaky and pulling off a beautiful and usually undetectable kill. ♪
♪ Painting, Drawing, Doodling, etc. ♪
♪ Playing the Piano, Flute, Violin. ♪
♪ Seduction, the easiest way to get prey alone... ♪
Habits:
♦ Chewing nails when nervous. ♦
♦ Randomly cleaning weapons in front of others. ♦
♦ Drawing random things to pass the time. ♦
Bio: ☽
It’s the same old story; a powerful man of society gets a random whore pregnant. The woman wants restitution, and gets herself killed, while the business man deals with the b*****d child that he never wanted. From the beginning it was false friends and hired teachers that kept Val Company. He was taught to be gentlemen, the proper child of one who holds such a position. Yet no matter what he did he was loathed by the man who created him. It wasn't until he was ten that the boy gave up on gaining his father's acceptance and instead opted to out into the word in order to find what he was missing. Funny, with little work he made himself some friends, even got him a small job helping an old lady take care of her house. Life was good for the next three years; after all he would merely sneak out and live the new life he'd made for himself. Needless to say it was quiet a blow when it all came to an end.

One by one it fell apart, first the guy he had a crush on was found mutilated in a trash can. Next the old ladies house was set on fire, followed by a trail of those he'd come to love as his family all fading away. It began to break him, slowly but surely cracking him until one night he went to his father with the darkest smile. "Your the one doing this aren't you?" There was no denial, nor admittance to the crimes, though it was obvious his father didn't want him to be anything more then his puppet. Needless to say Val didn't take it sitting down. Day’s later one of his father's favorites was found hanging from the ceiling of the man's office, a week later his secretary mutilated near the train tracks. There was no evidence of who it could be, and still Val acted as shocked and scared as anyone else in his position would. "They're going to come after me aren't they?" He would ask, only to receive a glare from the man and then run off so he could 'hide.' Months passed with all this happening, until finally at the age of fourteen his father's empire was in ruins. It was the night of his fifteenth birthday that he entered the man's office at their home, walked up to him like a caring son and slowly wrapped his arms around him. "It'll be okay dad..." It was too quick for the man to notice, not until he collapsed against his desk with the blade protruding from his neck did it become apparent what was going on. "I'll ensure that it's painless..."

A fire took down the mansion, and the presumption was that his father had committed homicide/suicide after breaking down from all his losses. However Val lived on, making a name for him in the slums that he moved into. By sixteen he had an apartment, a small job in a local dinner as a waiter, as well as a booming business of killing anyone as long as a payment above a hundred thousand was expected. It was around this time that he joined the Fallen, deciding that it would not only be easier to keep his identity secret by working from within such a large group, but also keep him alive because they would hopefully protect him. In the end he's mostly an anonymous killer, very few know of him, even fewer actually gain his interest when it comes to the kill. Most of the time he lets the boss hire him out, though occasionally he will work the business end all his own.

In the past years he's gained quiet a sum, as well as price on his own head. Then again, who really expects such a cute and polite kid to be one of the best hired killers in the city? Only a handful of his friends know of the darker side of his life, a truth he longs to keep that way. Oddly enough, though a Fallen by name, the only other gang he won't work with is the Inhuman, whom he has proof had helped his father in ruining his life back then, not to mention they aren't that trustworthy when it comes to payments. Funny enough a lot of his money goes either to the gang or other beneficial organizations. Lately it’s been somewhat slow, but that's not really a problem, now is it?
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WEeeeeeeee will finish tomorrow.

[M i s t e r Histrionic]

VladislxxxDonnitelloxxxVonHelsich



"Sitting on the roof tops and watching the sky can show you how quickly the world can pass you by..."

The Illusive Romanian

You may call me xxxxx Vlad, Donn, Donni, Von
I have been around for xxxxxSeventeen years
Add another candle on xxxxx December 22
It just happens I am xxxxx Male
And I happen to chase xxxxx Men as well
I guess that makes me xxxxx Homosexual
Please don't tell but I like xxxxx No one in general
I hail from xxxxx Romanian
If you cut me, I bleed xxxxx Steel Blue droplets.
Last but not least, my puppet master is xxxxx xMalicious Vendettax

My favorites are . . .
▹✔-Sleeping
▹✔-Silence
▹✔-Reading
▹✔-Tattoos & Piercings
▹✔-Loud Music
▹✔-Art
▹✔-Sushi
▹✔-Intentionally ignoring people
▹✔-Sarcastic remarks
▹✔-Drawing
▹✔-Sweets
▹✔-Playing the violin

But I hate . . .
▸✘-Affection & Attention
▸✘-Being awoken
▸✘-Lies
▸✘-Ignorance
▸✘-Arrogance
▸✘-Idioticy
▸✘-Carelessness to important matters
▸✘-Needy people
▸✘-Loud mouths
▸✘-Obnxious people
▸✘-Having to focus more then he wants
▸✘-Being irritated
▸✘-Attitudes

It all started when . . .


-"'Oh woes is me. I lived a terrible life of love and pain. Mommy never wanted me and daddy abused me. Oh woe~...' Stuff it up your you a**. If your looking for a sob tell I suggest you look up Edgar Allen Poe. I lived in a typical house in typical suburbia. And from the day I was born I was deemed weird. Oh well. My mother pushed me out and there I was the purple kid. Due to my abnormal iron account it took a few days for my natural color to come in. The doctors were curious, while my mother was just happy to see me alive. My dad. He, now there's a case to study. A business man that, once out of the trials of office apparel and stupid clients, will actually have a three hour discussion with me about how I should cut, chop, dye, and layer my hair next. I always thought the old man was stuck in his glory days. I can't say my mother is any better. No I believe she is worse. She loves to buy me different razors and other obscene trinks just to see me happy. If anything my parents promoted my 'unique' persona.

I was singled out as two things from the moment I joined school. A freak and a outcast. That didn't stop me from living though. No I wasn't one to cry about what people thought about me. As a child I was fearless and outgoing. I believe I am still like that today. I would challenge the teachers and make them seem stupid as I proved a point. I can't help the fact that my parents raised me that way now can I? When I was in seventh grade, I was introduced to my number one pleasure. Art. Where it is tattoos, classical paintings, or piercings I love it all. I came into a new pleasure with my new found love for piercings as well. Pain. It is weird I know but it is just apart of who I am. I believe that would make me what is known as a masochist.

I don't mind. I kind of like it actually. Well I did until people began to take it the wrong way. So I enjoy pain. Big deal? Was it so wrong? Apparently it was. As word got out harassment's began. It came to a point when my anger got the best of me and I cut a boy with a razor blade. Straight down his arm... My parents got heat for it but no one dared to cross my father. To avoid more issues my family moved away. I was thirteen when we moved on. I thought it would be a new place and a new start. My parents never discouraged me from showing who I was. But it was just the same. The only difference was that I kept my love for pain under wraps. No one care. No one cared about my strengths and charms. My personality. All they knew was that I was different. And when you get older, you learn to accept that...

I got accepted into a program during my third high school year I was accepted into a student exchange program. Well that was interesting enough. But I wasted no time in leaving. I love my parents, truly I do, however I could not stay in a place were I was known a public enemy number one. Maybe that's a exaggeration, but still... I have been working my butt off in order to learn as much japanese as I could. I suppose I can get around the city on my own when I am over there but I know I'll need all the help I can get. Then again that is why we are here right? To learn and what not.

-Getting to know you time already? Lets get this over with. I am not cold, I am not evil, and I will not kill you for bumping into me. Though I may glare at you just so you will run away and I can laugh. I love to see people in pain. Whether its emotionally or physically. At the same time I enjoy it upon myself. I am not totally sure why but I do. My father says I take after my uncle. I have yet to see if that is a complent or a insult for my uncle was insane. If you are not close to me beware, you will be my victim. Most kids in my classes are unaware that I enjoy this or that I am the one causing issues in their social lives. I have caused thirteen break ups, one attempted suicide (The guy chickened out. What a loser...), five teachers to cry due to my sinister lies and the principal to quit. On myself you ask? What ever can cause pain is fine with me. Of course I've had to tone it down ever since my parents found out. I am not to pleased about the thought of a insane assylum.

I am not all that bad though don't let one outlook fool you. I am naturally lax, maybe too relaxed. If I don't wished to do something, screw it. I am jovial at times in my own little world ignoring who ever and what ever comes near me. I have a horrendous tendency of spacing out when I lose interest or when I just don't want to be bothered. Perhaps I have ADD? Who knows. But the point is I am not just the sadistic masochist I may seem to be. Moving on shall we? Orientation. Haha THis is going to be fun. Girls. They are whinny, complaining, spiteful, irritating, crappy humanoids that need to start pill popping to make the world better for all of us. Besides a selected few, they aggravate me to tears. So I quickly became indulged in the world of homosexuality. Long word? Let me help you there. I'm Gay. Happy? I am sort of a controlling person in a relationship. That is unless you can take me down. Hey if you can get me to submit more power to you. I have no problem with it but you wouldn't get me to bow so easily.

Are we done yet? What else do you want to know? Likes? Ugh. I like food. Obvious enough. Unless your a anorexic p***k, leave me and my double cheese burger alone. I'm not the one gaining thirty pounds because I sliped up and ate that cookie on a diet. Your life not mines. I love pretty boys. I don't know. If you look like King Kong, or you looke like you belong in the loch, I suggest you get far away from me. You don't have to be a five star model but give me something pretty to look at. I love sweets. Candy, cookies, chocolate, pocky, soda, doughnuts, anything sweet I will eat. I am a sucker for it. If you offer me something with sugar as payment for a task I will do it in a heart beat. I also love computers. I am a techno geek, love it and drown in it. Hmmm, lets see what else... I love affection. Weird isn't it? I don't mean the lovey dovey crap you get from your parents. (Don't get me wrong I love that too...) I mean the attention one would get from a lover. Thats another thing. I am a attention junky. If I want your attention I will get it. SO what now?

...Dislikes.. Should have known. I hate playing the thousand question game. I hate being rejected because I am different. Okay so you won't see me in a portrait of average bourgeoisie people, but I can't help who I am. Liars. Two of my ex boyfriends were liars. I couldn't stand it. If you care for some one don't play that 'he said/ she said game' or the 'well what had happened was' crap either. Tell me straight to my face. I am a big boy. Promise. I hate to have to explain myself. I do things for a reason. Don't like it, oh well what can I do about it? I don't like ignorance. It isn't bliss and it ain't cute so cut that bull right now. Arrogance. Your not God, Allah, Buddha, or who ever the heck you believe in. You are no better then the dirt under your feet until stated other wise. I hate church. Oh my god. I was dragged there when I was seven because my grandmother was convinced that I was the devil. If I could I would have burned the place down and hung jesus up in my room upside down. Thats how much I care about your religion. I hate emotional pain amongst myself. It lingers too long and brings emotions that I rather not have.

What the heck do you what from my life? ...Fears... Your pushing it. I have Agateophobia, fear of insanity due to the hell we had to go through with my uncle. Crazy old fool.. Eremophobia, fear of lonliness. I don't want to be alone for the rest of my life just because I refuse to bow to societies views on life. Mythophobia, false statements. I already stated I hate lies. Lies bring on emotional pain. I hate emotional pain... Philophobia, fear of falling in love. These days... Who can you trust? Especially with a guy like me... But I digress. I excell in playing the piano. Bet you didn't know that huh? I've been playing since I was three years old. My parents are proud. I am good at languages, knowing english, romanian, and spanish already due to my heritage. I am great at getting my self out of trouble and sneaking. I am loyal. Hells thats a strength all on its own. And...I have a lot of strengths really. And flaws as well. I can get excessively jealous. I don't know why I do but I do. I am a klutz at times. Not being able to walk on your own two feet is a shame. I have a really fearsome temper. I tend to yell out things I don't mean, break things and even shun people whne upset at them in such a way. I can't help it... And the number one flaw is probably the fact that I find it hard to trust some people. It makes it hard to find true friends.

[M i s t e r Histrionic]

౦〖 Ð ø η η ї † ℯ ℓ ℓ ø ☣ Ɲ ι ʞ ѳ ℓ ą ร ☄ Ƒ ї ภ ภ ə ɼ ə 〗౦

〖Somewhere life is good, and things go as they should
it's hard to find, but that's alright yeah
Searching for the way, push harder everyday
It's deep inside, that shining light yeah
But I'm scarred, by barriers placed in my path
I'm scathed...〗

xxxxxxSurprisingly the Earl took in the prostitute’s reactions more than last time. He supposed it was because last time he had thought little of it. Then again last time it started off just as a one night fling. Heavens knows he surely wasn’t expecting anything like this to come out of their actions. When they first met Fionn was a pain in his a**. End of story. He saw him as nothing else but another prostitute trying to seduce him that he could mess with. And by mess with he meant leave the prostitute so embarrassed that he wouldn’t dare show his face to him again. But it didn’t happen like that, now did it? His way of conversation left the Earl filled with interest. True, he had had other conversations that had proved more amusing however his mind seemed wrapped around that single one that he allowed himself to indulge in with the prostitute. The sex part? Well it wasn’t planned but wasn’t regretted either. Obviously so, since he was allowing himself to take the man once again… Normally Donn would have never allowed a prostitute so close to him. Normally Donn would have never allowed a prostitute such affection. As time passed on Donnitello was seeing that ‘normally’ didn’t apply to this certain prostitute. No, a lot of things didn’t apply to Fionn at all. Tis the reason he was able to catch the Earl’s attention rather quickly.

xxxxxxThat innocence he showed once the act was said and done was something only he wanted. Something that was his and that he would share with no other. He was pretty sure that no one else had seen the man in such a state—for it was pretty obvious that his actions were the only ones that caused such pleasure—and he found that he was very pleased in that sense. As their lips met he found his mind go blank, simply focusing on the figure before him and him alone. Any woman that had ever thrown themselves at his feet would be in tears claiming that the devil had poisoned his mind. And any man that had ever allowed himself to indulge in the essence of the Earl would be in an uproar at his new interest. Of course that was only to be expected; no one else would be here in his room, no one else would have met his sister and no one else would have had another day in his arms. No one else would have stayed on his mind after the deed was finished or have him want to be near them again. No one else had this effect on Donn. That is, no one but Fionn. He smiled at him then pressed his forehead to his. “Not like you can stay up any more anyway.” He teased lightly. The Earl stole a light kiss before pulling out of the prostitute and resting besides him. He brought him into his arms and rested his hand on his head before his eyes rested on his face once more.

xxxxxxIt was certain that the Earl of Hawthorne was absolutely sure that there was most likely no god. If there was a god certainly the world wouldn’t be as messed up as it is presently. People wouldn’t be as narcissistic as they are and they surely wouldn’t be chasing after him merely because of his looks and his status. They would leave him alone and let him be. Sadly he could also say that if there was a god his little sister wouldn’t be here. The sin around her birth would be unheard of and shameful; therefore she would not be here today. If there was a god the Earl would never indulge in these acts whether they are the misuse of sex with a woman or the unlawful—not to mention punishable—action of sleeping with a man. The relationship between him and Troy would have never happened and this, whatever you would call it, between himself and the prostitute wouldn’t even been an option. There were few things in this world that he could call a miracle and even fewer times where he even acknowledged that there was even the slightest chance of there being a higher power above the average human being. As far as he was concerned humans were the gods of their own lives. If they decided to take chances and mess up their existences then so be it. Who was he to tell them otherwise? Who is to say they would listen to him either way?

xxxxxxBut if there so happened that there was a god he was certainly a wonderful one indeed. He couldn’t lie, when he first met Fionn he was simply an obnoxious prostitute in his eyes. And yet now he couldn’t even see him as that. That wasn’t to say that everything would be peaches and cream now that they were somewhat certain that this wouldn’t be a one shot fling. His life would be hell for this and he was very well aware of that fact. His mind would be constantly thinking about what that Hartford b*****d would be forcing Fionn to do when he wasn’t in his presence and how the other was holding up. Not to mention that taking time for him would result in serious back up in his work when the man left. It was worth it however; worth holding him in his arms, watching that innocence that came over him when he was tired and worth having him in a way that others would never have. Though he could tell himself to wait before naming emotions so quickly, he felt…protective of Fionn… Much more than one should have after such a short period of time with each other. He couldn’t understand how such a feeling could be created between such unlikely people. But he didn’t care how. He cared more about the feel of it than anything. Once more his mind came back into focus and he caught himself looking over the face that lured him in.

xxxxxxWith the exception of a few lovers, Donnitello was never one for open displays of affection. Normally he was indirect with his actions, showing them only when they would mean the most. Although with Fionn it seemed that he couldn’t help but kiss him whenever the chance presented itself or hold his hand whenever it was vacant. There was never a second in between their kisses before a new set came over them. Unlike some it didn’t seem like a chore to kiss the prostitute. It was a need. The moment the prostitute was rendered unconscious, the Earl’s lips pressed themselves to his forehead softly. They lingered as he took in the sounds of the man’s breath and it seemed he had to force himself to pull away. At this moment he was shocked that he could have even forced himself away from Fionn the first time. He was sure that this time he wouldn’t unless he truly had too. Was it because he cared? To some degree he supposed that had something to do with it. Then again who would want to pull away from this beauty before him? Surely no man with eyes… He took in Fionn’s scent then allowed his body to lie fully against the bed before closing his eyes. As he began to drift off to sleep as well. It was such a stupid thought, love. Why would anyone ever want something so fragile, something that could leave a grown man sobbing on the street pinning over a lost love? He didn’t understand it or rather he couldn’t. Though somehow in the back of his mind he was certain that his little prostitute that rested within his arms would make him understand sooner or later.

〖There's nothing here to take for granted
with each breath that we take
the hands of time strip youth from our bodies
And we fade
memories remain
as time goes on...〗

[xKougaijix]

>>--» Nothing more then a kitten trying to be a tiger. «--<<

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>>--» Don't you want to bleed for me? «--<<

>>--» If you beg, I might just make it a little less painful. «--<<

>>--» I only want to hear your cries of pain. «--<<

He sat with his legs crossed and eyes piercing into the darkness as the man drew closer. This was the first hit in a long time, and he was going to make sure to enjoy each moment of it. "Awe little kitten, I'm so glad you decided to play." The man had no idea what was coming as he drew closer to the bed, but soon a soft gargling sound could be heard and the cat knew his web had been quiet effective. His finger flicked the switch on a small remote that he held, revealing a sadistic smile as the man struggled against the wire that now bound his neck. Each tug, each pull, caused the silk thin metal to grow even tighter, and Val couldn't help but smirk the moment he saw the soft tint of crimson that was the man's blood. "Rai Lezhard... Did you think your masters would let you get away with such a thing?" The perplexed look on the man's face caused the neko to laugh, and soon enough he was standing in front of the man, stroking his face before slashing it with his claws. "Stealing from your company is one thing, but killing an innocent secretary in the process is another... Your boss asked me personally to deal with you, so be prepared for a long night."

It had been a long night, and the boy wasn't finished with his work until about three in the morning. Beneath him, chopped up and perfectly wrapped in cellophane was the human he'd been hired to kill, and all the demonic kitten could do was smirk as he licked the remnants of blood from his hand. "Thank the gods for hardwood..." It had taken him an hour to clean up the place, bleaching it down and wiping up every drop of blood that he could find. Beside him two bags full of the bedspread, and any other item that might have snagged his hair or gotten a drop of blood on it, rested. He would do away with these soon, but now it was time to go and collect what he was owed. In a moments time every single piece was placed into a carpet bag, and soon was leaving through the fire escape that he'd entered.

An awaiting car with two men inside helped him with his loads, and soon they were off into the night. He let the guards deal with the garbage, but the carpet bag came with him. It took another hour of negotiating, showing off his handy work, and dealing with the mindless dribble of how the man wanted him to work full time for him, before the boy was finally giving a suit case full of money and let go. The same car drove him to his home in the southern part of Mer Cado. It was a simple apartment, a living room/kitchen, bathroom, bedroom, and a smaller room that for him served as an office area. Each room had a theme, the living room was oriental, kitchen held a modern bistro appeal while the bedroom was done in dark blues with the ceiling painted up to give the effect of looking up into the night sky. As he entered the room he allowed the suit case to fall, not even caring about how much money was actually inside of it, and instead opted straight for bed.

That had been the neko's morning, and as he sat waiting for another order to come out he couldn't help but catch a small disturbance at one of the tables. His mind wandered then, taking in the people that sat talking before he was shoved from the counter so he could go and give another ungrateful costumer their meal. It wasn't until he saw the smaller kid run up to the waitress that he'd yelled at that Val let a small grin appear on his face, but he didn't let much of that show. Instead the boy walked his way back to the counter, ordering himself a cup of coffee and then making his way towards the door with a light glisten in his darkened eyes."I'm taking a break... I'll be back in ten." Usually when he said such it was assumable that, one he would in fact be gone for a few hours, or two he wouldn't be back for the rest of the day. Well apparently no one cared that much, and as long as he could continue to keep his job the kid was going to do as he pleased.

As he stepped towards an empty booth it wasn't hard to catch the slight looked from those who passed by him. The neko wore a tight coat, whose hem stopped just over his stomach, which held a small tear drop shaped sapphire just over the button. His long leather pants were almost like a it were a part of his skin, and the boots he wore almost looked like something from a go-go dance. A tuft of black fur laced the top of his coat, while a puffed up tail protruded from the rim of his pants. Two black straps hung from his shoulders, and a small backpack in the shape of a black rabbit rested against his back. Long nails hung from his fingers in a shade of deep blood like red, which some probably was. He was beautiful, but very deadly if pushed the wrong way, or met in the wrong circumstance. After a moment he took a seat, drinking from the cup of coffee while allowing his eyes to wander about the room in a curious and somewhat teasing manner. He wanted to find someone that he could have fun with, be that in any manner that fun could be had.

Finally boredom took its toll however, and the boy lifted his feet to the table, and sighed as he reached for the backpack with a light smile. Without care he pulled out a pair of daggers, that were clean to one who didn't look close enough, however, he could easily see some missed blood. A wash cloth followed along with a clear bottle with watered down bleach and a small surgical mask. Once the mask was secure he went to work, really not giving a damn about anyone who watched him as he started to meticulously clean the shimmering blades. He wouldn't be shocked if someone freaked, or even if the owner bawled him out for doing such a thing, but Val wasn't really thinking when the truth was told. No, the kitten was merely bored and so he decided to entertain himself, and not with a ball of yarn...

"You really got scuffed up last night... Then again I'll be buying new wire too seeing as all of those are pretty messed up." Yes he spoke to his weapons as if they were friends, then again in his mind they were quiet powerful and very much reliable friends at that. Sometimes it was hard to know if he was just crazy, maybe in ways he was, in others though he was nothing more then a kitten, doing the best he could to survive in a world that in his eyes was nothing short of cruel. "I often wonder if I shouldn't take my own... Instead of all those others..."

>>--» Obscuritatem, pestilentiam et malum te opto - miseria et dolor tecum. «--<<

>>--» Run cause I'll trace you, I'll chase you, I will face you then I will erase you.
Sweet revenge for all the things you've done to me. «--<<

>>--» Run cause I ll bait you, give it straight to you, I will break you, devastate you.
Sweet revenge for what you've done to me. «--<<

[M i s t e r Histrionic]

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▂▃▅▆█ † 〖 For everything you do I'd like to swallow you...〗

【 And everyday I'm gonna blame you...】 ☠█▆▅▃▂

▂▃▅▆█ † 〖 Even If you jutify...〗

【 Every ******** bullshit lie...】☠█▆▅▃▂

▂▃▅▆█ † 〖 It only makes me want to break you...〗

【You pull be down and you crucify my name...】 ☠█▆▅▃▂

†▂▃▅▆█ 《 ...You make me insane... 》 █▆▅▃▂ ☠

xxxxxxx“GET THE HELL OUT OF MY ROOM!!” On the top floor of the an condo complex on the east side of Mer Cado, a man came running out into the hallway at full force as bullets flew towards him. Shot in both arms, he attempted to escape the wrath of the gunslinger as he came out of his apartment. “Pay your ******** dues or you won’t be so lucky next time you piece of filth.” As the man spoke he brought up his pistol and took one skilled shot towards the man’s shoulder blade. It hit with precise accuracy. The man cried out as the slinger glared at him. “a*****e.” He wasn’t one to double cross and these people would learn that quickly. Though he had no use for money, it didn’t mean he didn’t want it. He lowered his gun when the man took off down the stair case and turned back to his room. How stupid did people think he was? Apparently they we’re blind to his was. He slammed the door shut and tossed his gun onto a near by chair. He took the gas mask that was around his neck and placed it over his nose and mouth as his free hand reached out for a spray can.

xxxxxxxHis apartment was dark, that being the nice way to put it. The walls were black, the bulbs in the lights were purple, and the rooms except for the living room and his were bare. The living was the most used though no one sat in it. He used it as his spray panting area, tossing all bits of furniture out on the first day of his arrival. What stood was boards about twelve inches thick and tables with various spray paint cans and a can of white paint. There was one table that stood out in the room of art however. He kept a M90 Shotgun near by, daring anyone to test him or interrupt his creative mood. There have been many of men that have been wounded by simply clearing their throats and making the twenty two year old screw up on a painting.

xxxxxxxOf course that could be because each and every one of his paintings was detailed to a point of perfection. At this time all that lived in a hundred mile radius of him knew better then to disturb him at such a precious time. Then again there were those who failed to heed the warning. Just like when he was injured and people insisted on taking him to a hospital. HAHA! That was funny. In a matter of three seconds he flips and killed two nurses with their own masks, three doctors with bed cloths, and managed to make his wound worse then it was. Needless to say that was the end of his hospital days. Ever since he was ten, and witnessed his brother being taken into the morgue, he has had a slight fear and extreme dislike of anything medical. Could one blame him really? The past always seems to haunt its possessor.His stereo blasted out music from his stereo, skipping over assorted songs as he saw fit. He buried the nose from the outside world and became focused on only one thing. He had finished his work earlier on. Being one that had to occupy himself or face the unfortunate result of boredom, he hacked into the mainframe of the Police and switch and/or destroyed information they had on him.

xxxxxxxOh yes they were trying so hard to link him to the murders of sometime ago. Then again, they could never truly stop him from getting into the files. Where they took one step he took fifteen. It was necessary to keep himself out of the annoying chase, capture, and escape cycle with the pathetic force. He did find one thing funny though. Every time he would come face to face with a police officer that knew of his past they would look at him with an expression of pity. PITY! Compassion and forgiveness because of the little child he once was. Once was, a long time ago. They failed to realize the extent of the change his brother’s death made in his life. How everything he did he did to gain his praise… It was a long time ago. There was nothing he could do about it. Even if he wished he could. He wasn’t open about his past before the gang showed up in his life and honestly he still wasn't. Why should he be? They didn’t need to know what he didn’t tell them. All they knew was basically in the hacking and gun slinging department he was a child prodigy. Also, they knew not to bring up the topic of family around him. I believe it was a new comer that tested that thin line.

xxxxxxxOh yes, he had killed that boy. Mutilated his body beyond recognition and sent the male into a hell hole of pain and misery. He did go insane that night and he admitted it scary enough. Anyone that dared to speak of his brother was sure to suffer the same fate if not worse for their stupidity. The boss of the Reapers was a complicated person alright. It did a person well however to stay on his good side. Once you become a enemy there is no turning back. The way he claimed power in the first place was interesting enough. He was able to deceive the previous leader and assassinate him with little to no problem. Of course there were those who tried to stop him but it was nothing he couldn't handle with out major casualties. Still he often wondered why he had even bothered to take up arms with Reaper. What ever the reason was, he was going to get his money's worth at the end, he would make sure of it. The blue haired man couldn't help but feel like a babysitter at times, yet his standoffish nature put him in said position... He wasn’t a total loner Ħ ʊ ɱ ʊ ʁ ą ϯ ร ů נ ї ʞ ι м ø ŋ ø ɼ α . But he was extremely judgmental upon those who wished to grow close to him.

xxxxxxxHe did have a group of friends out side of the gang. They were completely oblivious to his position, unaware of who he was or the crimes he had committed in his past. They couldn't judge him, they didn't know him. Truthfully, they didn't pry at all. Unlike most people they simply took in what they knew and went from there. He found it fascinating if not comforting as well. It was such a simple thing to have, but he cherished it silently, allowing no one to take the moments from him. Yes there were very few people who saw the carefree side of the blue haired man. However there were even few people who were allowed to come so close to him. His outside world was one thing but the gang was something totally different. He refused to let them grow too close to him though some did make their way in to his mind. The man pulled back from his painting then placed the spray can down. "I sent that b*****d out to retrieve information about that so called special item and no news. Typical." He reached out and grabbed his guns before sighing.

xxxxxxxHe wondered why he even kept his right hand around. It was hard to say though the number one reason probably was that he too lazy to pick out another one. Hence the nickname he acquired, М ξ ℒ ℒ ф ω. "Damn bastards. I feel like a freaking baby sitter. Alec steal my cigarettes, the brat forgot his task." He loaded his gun then shook his head as he reached up and pulled his gas mask off his face. "I didn't sign up for this." With that he was gone, walking out on the picture of his brother ascending into heaven. Humura was curious and that was never good. The Inhumans were relatively silently lately, the Fallens merely annoying but the Knights? Interesting enough. He was caught walking into their side of town some time ago was was accused of going after some item. Frankly, he didn't care for it and this shocked them. He was taunted as if they were trying to get a reason why he would want it, but when he turned away as bored as before it truly left them confused.

xxxxxxxWhen would people learn? He was not the old leader of the Reapers. If Humura wanted something he would take it with out a thought. He had no reason to beat around the bush. He took out his phone as he exited the apartment and held it to his ear as he heard the dial tone. The answer machine picked up and the man scowled. "Sebastian, you better have some information on that item. I have no problem shooting you yet again and you are all to aware of that. Stop screwing who ever you are with and get your a** back here now." He hung up then scoffed. "Morons."

【 It's broken now...】☠█▆▅▃▂

▂▃▅▆█ † 〖 Don't ever look my way...〗

【 Don't even think I'm playin...】☠█▆▅▃▂

▂▃▅▆█ † 〖 Cause I ******** hate you...〗

【 You're such a liar...】☠█▆▅▃▂

▂▃▅▆█ † 〖 You're all the same to me...〗

☠▂▃▅▆█ 《 ...******** you... 》 █▆▅▃▂†

[M i s t e r Histrionic]

« Lucas ◦ James ◦ VonDuch »

Quick n o w //REPORT//
• Luca
• Jamie
• Von

•Gender »» Male
•Sexuality »» Homosexual
•Preference »» Seme
•Height
»» Five Foot Twelve || o 5 ' 1 2
•Weight
»» HEAVY

For your //R E C O R D S// »»
||The GREENLIGHT||
October Thirty First || 1o / 31
||The REDLIGHT||
Nineteen Years || 1 9


Likes»»
▹▹Sleeping; It is about the only time he gets to rest.
▹▹Silence; The voices of the scientist annoy him so...
▹▹Making Scientist Angry; If he must suffer so must they.
▹▹The Sky; He can't remember the last time he got to see it.
▹▹Coldness; Snow and ice are a treat compared to the continuous heat he contains.
▹▹Sweets; He is a sucker for anything that can fill his sweet tooth.
▹▹The Others; Its comforting to know he isn't the only one stuck in hell.
▹▹Tea; Its a rare treat but its loved none the less.
▹▹Setting a Scientist On Fire; He has only succeeded in doing this three times. But it was still fun.
▹▹Scaring People; Sometimes they can't tell the difference from when he is messing with them, and when he is truly pissed off.
▹▹Mister Ice man; Who knows why, perhaps the coldness, or opposites attract..


Dislikes»»
▸▸Being Alone: He considers himself insane, silence only furthers the thought.
▸▸Being Awake: At least when he's asleep they leave him alone.
▸▸Clingy People: Luca isn't the most charming person
▸▸Scientist: If give the chance he will burn their flesh right off their bodies. Just try him.
▸▸Ignorance: As blissful as it may be, its annoying.
▸▸Arrogance: Lets see how far you get in life.
▸▸Anything bitter: Life is bitter sweet. He doesn't need a constant reminder.
▸▸White: Ugh, white light, white heaven, white white white. Screw it all..
▸▸Being Bossed Around: You don't want to make Luca angry... Now do you?
▸▸Having to Repeat Himself: He doesn't need a echo.


Phobias»»
✘Isolophobia-Being Alone or Solitude.
✘Nosocomephobia-Hospitals.
✘Arsonphobia- Fear of fire.
✘Uranophobia- Fear of heaven.

What's INside||

→ Luca can be a kind loving soul... To those he trust anyway. He will be the one to lean a helping hand when he has nothing to do and tends to be a pure gentlemen in such a state. Mind you this is a attitude reserved only for a few. He is the one to bail people out of trouble before they get in too deep and often puts more on himself when he does so. Yet he is always more then willing to jump in front of fire for another to protect them. Although he can be a jerk at times, his undying unselfish nature adds on unknowing to his opposite persona. Regardless of that, don't be surprised to see the man with his head in a book. He states that it is his one true paradise. Always reasonable and relaxed, he never really acts out, that is unless you mess with him. And god forbid you make him mad...

There is another side to Luca. One that very much contradicts his happy nature. Cruel and heatless, the man can be a person's worse nightmare. When his love ones are threatened in anyway shape or form he will attack with little thought. Such example would be when a scientist attempted to harm another of the teens for his own actions. Luca was in a vicious mood for the rest of the week and had to be put under lock down for fear of him lashing out. He can be deviantly sarcastic as well as harshly realistic. If he wants to get his point across, this persona will jump out and show how serious he can be. As well, when Luca fights this attitude comes on as well. It will disappear in times of idle conversation but it rarely stays. The man isn't one to take up such attitudes with his companions however if you push him there is no limit to what he will do.

There are times where Luca can be as silent as a dormouse. Often these moods are brought about by a unnerving thought, after a fit of rage or a dark memory. He'll walk with out thought, complete his task with out a word, sometimes he will even go a whole week in such states. When brought to his attention he can give no reason for why he takes over such a nature. Ever since he was a child this has been his way of dealing with things he would rather not speak of. Albeit it is a way for him to gain some small sense of closer he is never truly healed as the inverted pain grows. It has become increasingly usually to catch the man like this, yet no one questions it. Not like he would give them a answer, or a straight one anyway, if they did.

Where it all B E G A N||»»

And life couldn't have been sweeter... The loss of a love one is never easy, but to never know them is something in itself. He never had a picture to fantasize over. He never had a idea of what had happened to them. All he knew was that his parents were gone and they left him long behind them. Truthfully it never bothered him. What could he do about it? The way he saw it, they were all trash, people; and he was the unwanted kind. He grew up in the orphanage on the out side of Bucharest, the capital of Romania. After fourteen long years of loneliness and attempting to find the slightest thing to fill the need of companionship he found what he thought would be his family. The joy he felt that day, the knowledge of knowing that he would never have to be in the orphanage again... It was something he would never regret. They were both so wonderful, treating him as if he was their own, making it seem as if he was made to come into their care...

On the day the papers were signed he remembered walking out of the orphanage and taking his estranged mother's hand. That was his future. He believe so much that his life had turned around for the better after all. He wanted to believe it. He needed to believe it... As soon as he stepped out of the door the dream was ruin as he sunk deeply into darkness. He woke some time later with little thought on all that had happened. He stared up at the blinding light until his thoughts caught up to him. Where was he? Where were his parents? He struggled against the binds that kept him to the table and as his temper rose he screamed out. He was approached by the scientist who looked upon him eagerly to begin his research. You could only imagine his reaction to the fact that his parents, those people who had become gods in his eyes were only fakes. His world crashed before him and the small hope he held with in him died with out a thought. His heart weeped with the thought and as the test began the cheshire cat inside of him grew.

During the following two years the young teen was practically life less. The anger had subsided and the need to hope died along with it. One accident lead to the rekindling of that flame. He had never approached the scientist with the intention of harming them before, but when they began to taunt him with the updates of the man and woman that were his 'parents' the male snapped. For the first time the extent of his powers were shown and for the first time he gave them something to fear. When they finally able to sedate the pyro, they began to seriously plan for their own safety. For three weeks the male was lock in a room with a temperature below zero. There were times where they were forced to injected adrenaline in to his heart in order to keep him alive. At the time they thought it would be the only time he would lash out but they were wrong. His rage grew with each insult, test disliked and taunt. During the years he found it easier to coop with his gift however it didn't take away from the fact that he feared it.

On his own he took the time to learn all he could do as well as some of his limits. Still it was very limitted, for the room he was confined in only allowed him to do so much... Once more the loneliness got the best of him and using his voice almost became painful. When was the last time he spoke to a person? Or the last time he seen some one other then the demons that tested him? In time he had deemed himself insane. No longer would he talk to the scientist around him. No, he would only smile, that devilish cat grin that put them off guard. For days it was like this. Then weeks. Then months. Then another year passed. At this point he truly believed he was insane, that there was nothing in the world that could save him or relive him of the pain of solitude. Yet hope came once more and in the strangest way. When he first heard the voices of the others he merely laughed. He was certain that they were only figments of his imaginations. Certain that they would disappear...

Even as the voices became a regular occurrence and bonds began to form, the male was still stuck on his thoughts of insanity. It wasn't until they all met did the the idea he held so firmly fall. At first he was unable to speak, not using your voice for years at a time would do that to a person. After a while however he became silently protective of them all, just happy that he was finally able to kill the loneliness in side of him. He is afraid to be near the male that controls plants for he knows that one slip up and they would be charcoal. However he tends to hold himself up well enough. The one that controls ice draws him near though he does his best not to be too close. The coldness that comes from him is a comfort unlike the outrageous frost he gets from his punishment. It has taken time for him to open up to the others, the fear of having them ripped away has been great. But in time he has but it is clear that he still believes that he is insane.

F o o tN o t e s»»
Luca is possessive towards things he loves and people he trust.
He is not perfectly sane nor is he completely insane.
Luca loves cats.

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A Illusive Tragedy, created by»» xMalicious Vendettax
I n k used »» Crimson

[M i s t e r Histrionic]

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x♞` As usual. Do you dislike women? ~♞
x☄` Not really. I'm just not interested ~☄

x♞` Then, men? ~♞
x☄` Not really. ~☄

x♞` ...People? ~♞
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Sixteen days three hours and twelve minutes plus seventeen seconds….….Eighteen seconds…Nineteen seconds….Twenty. How long has he merely been staring at the ceiling? Fifteen days, nineteen hours, thirty minutes and twenty seconds. A Cheshire cat grin crossed his lips and a chuckle as cold as the room left his lips. His hair was tainted with a crimson hue due to the ‘activities’ of the previous encounter with the scientist. He never enjoyed being taunted, never. Especially about his ‘parents’; those lying bastards that brought him here to rot and live with the fact that he would never have the life he dreamed of. No, he was destined to be a freak for the rest of his days. Frankly with the way he was acting out lately, his days were numbered. Honestly he couldn’t careless. What good was it to live when life was always a routine of pain, fight, test and repeat? There was no reason to keep this cycle going. No reason what so ever.

And then every time his heart would stop in the bitter freeze of this prison and he was given the chance to leave for good… He never would. Why was that? Those voices, the same ones that he considered to be a figment of his imagination, the same ones that created that spark of hope once more. Those annoying voices were the reasons he didn’t just fade away. And he was glad; he didn’t want to die inside of the hell hole. Then again it would have been fitting; the one that control fire dying in hell. He shuddered then closed his eyes for the first time in days. When he was punished he loved to keep his eyes open and just stare at them. He had no reason to sleep, not like he could. The flames inside were almost dead and his only drive was to scare the ones that imprisoned him. It was fun even if just a little. The male looked at his blood covered bangs then smiled.

He wanted a kitten. That’s right; the blood on his hair reminded him of a kitten. A little white and black one… Sounds insane? Well he never said he was sane in the first place. Quite the contrary, you see the pyro knew he was psychotic. After living here for all these years it was impossible to stay sane. The scientist tried to prove him wrong, for their sakes more then his of course, but as the days went on they learned that he was fair from sanity. He wasn’t homicidal though (completely anyway). He liked to say it as…he just saw things differently then others. It wasn’t the best way to explain what was going on in his mind but it was one of the ways to attempt to. Once more he closed his eyes. He wondered if he would ever get that kitten. Perhaps one day he would. Maybe he started to act right he could bribe them into getting him one. Just maybe... Although, he couldn’t say that he would trust anything that those bastards gave him. After all they were the ones to give him his parents…

He snapped out of his thoughts as the air in the room began to warm. What was this? They were allowing him to come out of the frost? He was shocked, after severing the arm of one of the heads doctors. Well, perhaps not severed…severed, scotching, same thing really. He waited until the room was to a moderate temperature to warm up his body. Although the warmth returned, he made sure to keep the coldness residing in his heart. He was truly a weird case; for though he held the power of fire, he detested warmth to some degree… In some ways he even detested fire. The insane teen was always finding ways to keep his body cold. Though he didn’t go to the extreme lengths that the doctors put him in, he worked just as hard to kill the warmth. The doctors questioned this, wondering if it was a side affect from the multiple test that they performed on him. When questioned all he did was answer simply: “It’s too warm…”

He preferred not to talk, not to make a sound or even speak if he didn’t have to socialize with the scientist. Ever since he regained control of his voice had only used it to speak to the others. No one else if he didn’t half to. It was quite funny when he first tried to use his voice for you see after fives years of silence, only using it to scream, he had forgotten how to speak. It took little time for him to relearn. Maybe the only push he needed was the voices of others in his ears. When he did speak out the others were relatively shocked. Hell he was shocked as well. This was what he sounded like? It was strange… Still, though he can speak like any other now his facial expressions still seem to tell more then his words. The pyro sat up and leaned against the wall as the scientist began to enter his room. ‘Oh joy.’ He thought with that famous grin appearing over his face. ‘I get to play with Wakko, Yakko, and Dot…’ “Don’t even think of moving Lucas, you stay right there.” He put a face of innocence on and pointed to himself as if he was shocked. ‘I’m hurt.’ He thought as he acted out his thought. “I’m sure you are you b*****d.”

Suddenly a dark chuckled called out and the teen held out a finger, waving it through the air in a reprimanding manner. “Temper, temper.” The scientist moved to say more but was stopped by the others. That’s right; they didn’t want to make him mad. No it would do them no good to put him in the freezing pit of hell again. They would never get anywhere if he was frozen to death. “Did you enjoy your little punishment Luca?” The pyro merely grinned and cocked his head to the side as his crimson eyes turned to the ground. “Oh so very. You must remember to take me under negative zero next time. I think I still had feeling in my left arm.” “I will remember that.” “Please do.” The man walked up to him finally gaining the teens attention as he spoke. “You’re digging a deeper hole for yourself Luca.” He stared at him deadly as his crimson irises locked on to his brown ones. “There is no where to go but down.”

“Is that so?” In a flash the teen was snatched up and bashed against the wall. He didn’t fight, he knew what was coming. “Do not hold that coldness in your heart your fool. It will disturb all of our hard work…” With that a three inch long needle was stabbed into the pyro’s heart filling him with unbearable pain. He cried out then clawed at the hand that held his throat firm. This did little good. The needle was pushed in further and a sharp gasp escaped him. He fell limp but he was still conscious. Oh how he hated these people. How much he longed to see their bodies’ bur before him... Once the will to fight was gone the man threw him to the floor then scoffed as he and the other exited. Lucas James VonDuch rested on the floor with a void look in his eyes as he stared at the door. One day…One day he would kill them all. He reached up then placed his hand on the syringe. In a quick second it burst into flames and once more the homicidal grin remained on the pyro’s face.

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He sat with his legs crossed and eyes piercing into the darkness as the man drew closer. This was the first hit in a long time, and he was going to make sure to enjoy each moment of it. "Awe little kitten, I'm so glad you decided to play." The man had no idea what was coming as he drew closer to the bed, but soon a soft gargling sound could be heard and the cat knew his web had been quiet effective. His finger flicked the switch on a small remote that he held, revealing a sadistic smile as the man struggled against the wire that now bound his neck. Each tug, each pull, caused the silk thin metal to grow even tighter, and Val couldn't help but smirk the moment he saw the soft tint of crimson that was the man's blood. "Rai Lezhard... Did you think your masters would let you get away with such a thing?" The perplexed look on the man's face caused the neko to laugh, and soon enough he was standing in front of the man, stroking his face before slashing it with his claws. "Stealing from your company is one thing, but killing an innocent secretary in the process is another... Your boss asked me personally to deal with you, so be prepared for a long night."

It had been a long night, and the boy wasn't finished with his work until about three in the morning. Beneath him, chopped up and perfectly wrapped in cellophane was the human he'd been hired to kill, and all the demonic kitten could do was smirk as he licked the remnants of blood from his hand. "Thank the gods for hardwood..." It had taken him an hour to clean up the place, bleaching it down and wiping up every drop of blood that he could find. Beside him two bags full of the bedspread, and any other item that might have snagged his hair or gotten a drop of blood on it, rested. He would do away with these soon, but now it was time to go and collect what he was owed. In a moments time every single piece was placed into a carpet bag, and soon was leaving through the fire escape that he'd entered.

An awaiting car with two men inside helped him with his loads, and soon they were off into the night. He let the guards deal with the garbage, but the carpet bag came with him. It took another hour of negotiating, showing off his handy work, and dealing with the mindless dribble of how the man wanted him to work full time for him, before the boy was finally giving a suit case full of money and let go. The same car drove him to his home in the southern part of Mer Cado. It was a simple apartment, a living room/kitchen, bathroom, bedroom, and a smaller room that for him served as an office area. Each room had a theme, the living room was oriental, kitchen held a modern bistro appeal while the bedroom was done in dark blues with the ceiling painted up to give the effect of looking up into the night sky. As he entered the room he allowed the suit case to fall, not even caring about how much money was actually inside of it, and instead opted straight for bed.

That had been the neko's morning, and as he sat waiting for another order to come out he couldn't help but catch a small disturbance at one of the tables. His mind wandered then, taking in the people that sat talking before he was shoved from the counter so he could go and give another ungrateful costumer their meal. It wasn't until he saw the smaller kid run up to the waitress that he'd yelled at that Val let a small grin appear on his face, but he didn't let much of that show. Instead the boy walked his way back to the counter, ordering himself a cup of coffee and then making his way towards the door with a light glisten in his darkened eyes."I'm taking a break... I'll be back in ten." Usually when he said such it was assumable that, one he would in fact be gone for a few hours, or two he wouldn't be back for the rest of the day. Well apparently no one cared that much, and as long as he could continue to keep his job the kid was going to do as he pleased.

As he stepped towards an empty booth it wasn't hard to catch the slight looked from those who passed by him. The neko wore a tight coat, whose hem stopped just over his stomach, which held a small tear drop shaped sapphire just over the button. His long leather pants were almost like a it were a part of his skin, and the boots he wore almost looked like something from a go-go dance. A tuft of black fur laced the top of his coat, while a puffed up tail protruded from the rim of his pants. Two black straps hung from his shoulders, and a small backpack in the shape of a black rabbit rested against his back. Long nails hung from his fingers in a shade of deep blood like red, which some probably was. He was beautiful, but very deadly if pushed the wrong way, or met in the wrong circumstance. After a moment he took a seat, drinking from the cup of coffee while allowing his eyes to wander about the room in a curious and somewhat teasing manner. He wanted to find someone that he could have fun with, be that in any manner that fun could be had.

Finally boredom took its toll however, and the boy lifted his feet to the table, and sighed as he reached for the backpack with a light smile. Without care he pulled out a pair of daggers, that were clean to one who didn't look close enough, however, he could easily see some missed blood. A wash cloth followed along with a clear bottle with watered down bleach and a small surgical mask. Once the mask was secure he went to work, really not giving a damn about anyone who watched him as he started to meticulously clean the shimmering blades. He wouldn't be shocked if someone freaked, or even if the owner bawled him out for doing such a thing, but Val wasn't really thinking when the truth was told. No, the kitten was merely bored and so he decided to entertain himself, and not with a ball of yarn...

"You really got scuffed up last night... Then again I'll be buying new wire too seeing as all of those are pretty messed up." Yes he spoke to his weapons as if they were friends, then again in his mind they were quiet powerful and very much reliable friends at that. Sometimes it was hard to know if he was just crazy, maybe in ways he was, in others though he was nothing more then a kitten, doing the best he could to survive in a world that in his eyes was nothing short of cruel. "I often wonder if I shouldn't take my own... Instead of all those others..."

>>Get serious, little puppy.<<

~Prove your honor to me.~

{Embrace your dreams...}