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 Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 10:54 pm
The boy had come to an end right on the steps of a temple. Not exactly a convinient place to end your life, but that was rarely what was going through the mind of killers once they'd made up their mind. The boy had been slipped a paralytic in a cup of tea, and then a small incison had been made down the length of one of the veins in his legs. For DAYS he'd lain there, bleeding. So much so that there was a bit of a trail of blood all the way down the steps toward the ground. Of course, the trail had stopped being created when the body had run out of blood. Somewhere about the fortieth step down from where he was lying.
He was aparently a student - or had been. His clothing was not native to this area, but his wallet had been emptied on top of the corpse, displaying a student ID card, as well as a 20 dollar bill, and several photos, smeared over by whoever had killed him, with his own blood.
His heart still beat. Thudding along. Anyone checking for a pulse would feel that. But the activity in the brain, in the limbs... the lungs.... they'd stopped responding a LONG time ago. And yet, the boy wasn't completely dead... Whoever had killed him... had trapped his soul in his own heart. Setting a spell to seal him into his own corpse for eternity. Why? ... Who knew. The kid didn't. He hadn't even been aware there was a killer around. As a matter of fact, there was a camera in his hands, attached to a lanyard around his neck, and drawing supplies from his ripped open pack strewn around. He was just going to draw a picture... He didn't know he was going to be KILLED on this trip.
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 11:43 am
Arik slowly climbed the steps towards the old temple. It wasn't the most popular tourist attraction being rather out of the way, a reason why the nekomata often chose to visit it instead of others. He hadn't gone in over a week though and was overdue both to pray and tend to the shrine itself. The smell of old blood floated towards his nose and as the twisting path of steps rounded a bend he spotted a trail of old blood.. and a body!
Cursing under his breath the man bounded up the stone steps two and three at a time even though the smells and the tingle of his magic already told him it was too late. He knelt by the bloodless body , fingers pressures to the side of the other young man's neck, he expected nothing but it was a force of habit by now to check anyways.. There was.. a pulse and yet the boy, whomever the unlucky guy had been was certainly dead. Arik's magic could tell the body was dead, prime for reanimating as it had not yet begun to decay. This was undeniable but so was the feel of the dead boy's heart beating.
" Idiots it's just one of those newfangled heart machines," the nekomata muttered to himself. The corpse before him was not still alive it was just machinery refusing to give out even though it was no longer needed. Caring little about disturbing a crime scene the redhead prepared to reanimate the body so it could be moved to a better place before he bothered with id and figuring out how to get the body back to the kid's family.
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