|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 6:28 pm
Dance With Me What happens when a serial killer,
One thoroughly insane
Plans to kill a young boy
Who is not so sane himself?Chaos
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 7:32 pm
 Tylor JintonXXXXXX XXXXX100% insaneHe had been waiting, watching, stalking for a while now. The boy… that young boy whom he followed all day, watched all night. The boy was a beautiful specimen, one exquisite beauty in his eyes, one who actually interested a man with greatness such as himself. Not many humans were able to even catch his eyes but that boy…. That boy was exceptional in his eyes. With all those close encounters, all those time that he spends with them, there becomes this bond which he treasures. This is the bond that pushes him into taking action; it makes him want to take action. Makes him do all of the nasty things towards the subject which he adores until the fateful moment that is. This boy… his lust for the boy was far greater than the past victims, he wanted to commit the crime, commit it right bow but he controlled himself. He had to wait. Tonight…. Just wait till tonight
…The 6’1’’ male, with brown locks that were always combed back to keep put of his eyes, was the suspect that police have been searching for the past years. He had been the one who had committed the dreadful and ‘horrific’ murders of several young males around the area. Each one of them was found in their own house, tortured, raped and mutilated. People around the area were stricken with fear when the press revealed the first victim, a young male killed wo years ago (by him). The murder was perfect, no evidence left behind and the trail ended; a cold case. More were murdered, the police grew desperate but the cases couldn’t be solved…
Smiling to himself from within his car, Tylor Jinton leaned back and continued to stare at the beauty, his smile growing increasingly broad with each glance that he gave that boy. He reached over to the passenger seat and picked up a notepad which had a pencil stuck in it, tip dulled with heavy use. He pulled the pencil out and with a little curl of his lips, flipped to a page which contained a sketch and a list. It was everything on his latest target, all of his observations (done in the past month) compiled into one list, drawn into one gorgeous picture. He took his pencil and atop of the list, atop of the accurately drawn picture, wrote, “Executed” He smirked and threw the book down next to him, back at the seat which it laid moments ago. He looked back up, back at his subject at motion. Tonight, tonight was going to be the final night for the boy.
He was going to pay the boy a visit, a little home call. Tonight was where everything would settle and his wishes were to come true. He was going to finally commit the murder he had been dreaming for the past month. He was going to finally release all that anticipation that had been storing up. It was going to be an all out.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 9:40 pm
 Cadence Reuben .....It'll all seem okay, by the light of day.... His arms wrapped around the package that had been delivered, dark eyes closing softly as he hummed out a broken tune. It continually passed his lips in a loop, as he finished his work around the store. His work was simply busy work, and he really only did it because it would all look perfect when he was finished. Cadence Reuben was a bit OCD, to top off his own insane, masochistic tendencies. They were inclinations that scared even his mother at times. Though....when he'd moved out into his own apartment, his mother had no longer concerned him. Though he never had any guests over to his meticulous apartment, Cadence still rather enjoyed himself, especially since he was no longer having to worry about people telling him that he belonged in the institution.
Shaking slightly, as he felt his old paranoia sinking in, Cade let out a low sound. Oh gods be damned. No one was watching him....no one was watching him...No one. So he then began to finish cleaning tables/ Stupid people....Messing up his cafe...leaving behind trash and things that did nothing more than piss him off. So, finally finishing his work, to the point where his lobby was utterly spotless. Gently opening the door, he locked it behind him, making minor note of the car across the street. The petite, elegantly boned young man sighed to himself. Standing at a full 5'10", with the stature of a dancer, he moved in a way befitting his structure. Each stride was long and measured, and as he headed home, the same broken song continued to skip on repeat past his full lips.
Dancing down the street, messenger bag hanging off his shoulders, Cade found himself delighted as he reached his apartment. In the lower side of the city, it meant he was able to keep things as he liked them, meticulous, and spotless. So opening the door to the rather spotless apartment, the boy found himself happy to dance around the space. Amazing, it was, to be able to live like this, with no worries.
Of course, he found himself thinking, his arm tingling as he spotted his favourite little razor-blade on the counter. Purring at it, he smiled,
"Hello, my friend....You greet me again." Lifting it up, he kissed it gently, before running it along the pale flesh of his arm. Mm....That felt good. A slow line of crimson fell, and he watched it staining the white flesh. Mmm. So pretty. He did quite love that. No to mention the burn from the cut. He watched it a moment longer, before he finally wrapped his arm in a bandage. There. Nice and neat...with white being stained by crimson.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Jul 22, 2010 6:13 am
Tylor JintonXXXXXX XXXXX100% insaneTylor watched the dreamy boy with glazed eyes. He watched as the boy left the café after diligently cleaning, like always. He watched as the boy took long and graceful steps, the dance, that was just heavenly. That boy, which he believed was called Cadence, never failed to give Tylor a little rush of adrenaline. That boy, Cade, never failed to bring happiness into his dull day, the boy released his stress, relieved everything. Smiling, he reached a hand out to shift the gear into drive but then, right when his hand was over the gear, he hesitated. His fingers curled into a fist right over the gear and a brilliant idea appeared in his head. He could follow by foot. The game was about to start tonight anyways.
Grinning, he unlocked his car, pulled out the car keys and opened the door. He took a step out and breathed deeply, inhaling the polluted but still fresh air. He looked down the block and smiled, back in dream land, when he saw young and ever so youthful Cade, going, no, dancing down the streets. He sighed heavenly and started walking. Going on his own way towards the building at which Cade lived in. He already memorized the directions by heart (perfected after many sleepless nights of walking). He figured out all of the various routes, memorized the route at which Cade always took.
He walked across the street and went off in another direction, deciding to stop by his own house and get something, a gift let say for little ol’ Cade. His own house wasn’t that far (more than just a coincidence?). He walked passed the always unlocked gates and passed the garden which he had let to rot. He opened the door, which was probably the only thing that wasn’t broken, and ventured into the place where he ‘lived’. He walked towards the kitchen, his clean kitchen due to his lack of use. He opened a drawer and grinned at his collection of knives, all clean and showed no sign of use. With care like that of a mother and newborn, he moved the knives around, looking for the one suitable for the latest victim. Since the victim, Cade, was such a beauty and such a god among all of the boys around, he would deserve the best of the best treatment.
Digging to the far corner of the drawer, he picked out a little bag which held his most precious knife. He unzipped the bag and it revealed a black knife, obsidian. It was so hard for him to get it. He had to travel out of the country and have the knife made. Then, bringing it back was a he annoyance. But well, at the end, he had his best knife. Smiling, he reached for the handle and pulled the knife out, the dark black glass barely reflecting any light. The knife was perfect, absolutely perfect. He placed it back carefully, for the knife was delicate and would break easily.
He, very carefully, put it into a messenger back that contained everything he needed. That was it, he was ready. He glanced at the time and smiled half heartedly. He walked out and jogged towards the apartment of the beauty. He walked slowly towards the apartment and then, breathing deeply to calm himself down, he knocked.
[[Rushed all the actions but I found it better to get the story started.... 8D]]
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Jul 22, 2010 7:01 am
Cadence Reuben .....It'll all seem okay, by the light of day.... Cade found himself stuck in a mental loop, watching the blood stain his white bandaging, the smile crossing his face one not so sane. His little voice released in a soft purr, and he couldn't help but giggle slightly. This was brilliant. Just completely beautiful. He loved the fact that he could stare at this here, instead of having his mother screaming at him that he had to patch it up. Silly woman. Cade was a thing of pure masochistic beauty. He needed the pain, and the color of blood that flowed easily when he released his stress. So when he sat on the couch, it was not to turn on the dreadfully small TV before him, no. It was to study the pattern in which blood spread across pure white, marring the perfection.
When the knock came at his door, he started, a tiny cry crossing his lips. Staring at the portal for a moment, Cade found himself at a loss. Who would visit HIM? Was it the people from the Asylum? Had his mother decided he couldn't live alone? Teeth bared at the thought, and he slowly rolled his lithe body from the couch, sneaking towards the door, picking up the razor-blade and concealing it carefully in his sleeve.
Of course, when, upon looking through the peephole, the nineteen year old saw a normal young man (or so he thought), he relaxed a bit. But it was still strange. He shouldn't have had any visitors. He was a loner. Didn't like people. Didn't like touch. Only interacted with them when necessary, at work. Letting out a tiny growl, he murmured,
"Fine. I'll open the door.....But go away fast." He wasn't personable, nor was he in any way the sort to TRY to be. So when he came face to face with Tylor Jinton, he simply canted his head back, and to the right, sneering in irritation.
"What do you want. Why are you here. I'm busy." Pointless excuses poured out of Cadence's mouth, his way of trying to make them GO AWAY. No matter who Tylor was, he was in Cade's way, as Cade saw it. Interrupting an important unwinding ritual in the later hours of the afternoon. His bloody wrist was behind his back, and he shifted uncomfortably, waiting for the other's response. If he didn't go away....Cade would scare him away.
Yeah....That would work
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Jul 22, 2010 6:32 pm
Tylor JintonXXXXXX XXXXX100% insane“Sorry to have disturbed you from… whatever you were doing” Tylor murmured, his excitement growing with every second of being right in front of his latest victim. He couldn’t help it, how he wanted to pounce on the unsuspicious Cade, catch the boy when he was least suspecting an attack. How he wanted to take out his delicate obsidian or maybe even the extra knife (in case he decides against risking breaking his precious) he had packed to make a cut, just one cut for little satisfaction. It was still better than nothing. He took a deep breath, trying his best to subside the insane lust, the insane urge. He should wait and treasure the lesser beauty of the boy being alive, maybe he will, in the future, enjoy these moments. He spoke again after the deep breath, one intended to calm his jumpy system. “I was just wondering…” he started until, that is, he noticed something extremely… unpleasant.
He smelled blood, a lot of blood. But he didn’t like the smell, he hadn’t been the one to cause it. He wasn’t the one who cut the skin and revealed the blood. He wanted to do it himself but someone had done it in his place. His eyes tracked down the horrible (only unpleasant for his biased reason) smell and his eyes narrowed in on the arm which was hidden behind his back. That arm was horrible suspicious, highly irritating and the main reason for the sudden lack of control Tylor held over his body, not to mention his speech.
In a much ruder and frank tone, he asked, “Why on earth is there a scent of blood?” His eyes narrowed some more and he added, quite unnecessarily, “I don’t believe you have had an….” When he finally realized what he was about to say, what he was about to spill, he kept quiet and without any invitation from his would be victim, he pushed his way forward and into his victim’s house though… Cade seemed thoroughly annoyed for some reason. This would only annoy further. Not that I give a damn
He scanned the place with a look of disgust. The place was definitely the polar opposite of his building. His was a mess, results of years of mistreatment. Cade’s was clean and organized. He didn’t like it personally but he had to admit, it added some charm to the boy, it made killing seem even better now. He really just couldn’t wait; he would ignore that little cut. It no longer mattered if he slashed a few times himself. Just killing the boy seemed to be the main goal. Little injuries, they were minor problems which were ignorable. He smiled pleasantly and said, “Sorry to have barged in, I couldn’t help myself much, you were just, frankly, far too attractive. I really want you now.” His smile changed drastically, now a huge smirk on his face.
His hands reached into his bag which contained his assortment of weaponry and sedations. He chose out just a simple knife. Nothing much on it, nothing really to be proud of, no designs on it, not exactly the sharpest in the world. A kitchen knife someone may use to cut fruits up. He pulled it up, carefully, hiding it in his sleeves, using the little covers and extra clothes to his advantage. He was going to whip it out later on, once he gets a closer look at the cause of the horrible blood stain on his precious.
Tylor moved towards Cade, the boy still and motionless at the moment (like a doll he had once had). He grabbed the boy’s arm and glared at the bandage, which to him, affect the beauty of his magnificent, godlike doll. With his other hand, he ran his fingers down the bandage, clucking with his tongue in pity for the wound. “How shameful. How disgusting is this wound. It is done with little to no care. Just pleasure. The blood is flowing in an unattractive pattern, ugly. Absolutely not something I would do,” he said, no longer caring for his choice of words, “You will be in far better hands, death wouldn’t seem that bad, trust me Cade…” The boy was about to die, who would give a damn? He ran his fingers down one more time but then, he stopped in the middle and his eyes struggled to make out the object that was hidden within the sleeves. It seemed to be a… razor? How come the boy would have a razor, what for?
He looked at the boy, right in the eye, confused as hell. His guard was down, his momentum broken, a perfect chance for many things.
[[Rushed again but I really want to get to the delicious actions smile ]]
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Jul 22, 2010 6:54 pm
Cadence Reuben .....It'll all seem okay, by the light of day.... Cade let out a noise of annoyance as the man questioned the smell of blood,
"My blood is mine, and you have no right to ask." He snapped, quite rudely, and was only further irritated when that....MAN pushed his way into the boy's meticulous lodgings,
"NO NO NO NO NO." He hissed,
"You're messing everything up....Shoes on the floor....Marks...No no no." And as he obsessed over that, the other grabbed his arm, causing a delicious stab of pain, and he let out a tiny whimper of delight. Oh that was pretty. Even if the other was acting crazy, Cade couldn't have cared less. The feeling of pain as the other ran his fingers over the bandage only heightened Cade's current sense of excitement...
Up until he heard the words. This caused his eyes to narrow amd he ripped his hand back from the other, ripping out the razor, and pressing it against the other's collarbone, canting his head, with wide innocent eyes,
"I wonder, would your blood be pretty? Mine is....It marrs the perfection of the white, staining it with nice crimson. There's nothing ugly...so pretty...so pretty~" His eyes lit in insane glee as he grinned brightly. And then the blade moved to Tylor's cheek, and Cade drew a quick, concise line from cheek to jawbone.
There. Pretty blood on pretty skin, staining perfection, creating the distortion that he so loved. His mind whirled, and, dropping his razor into a pocket, so did he. A pirouette across the floor, barefoot, and the insane little boy found himself leaning against a wall, with a soft breath of air. How happy this was. A playmate whose blood was almost as nice as Cade's! He moved into the kitchen, and made a noise as he settled into the chair,
"You have nice blood, but this wasn't planned....You should leave now." He hummed.
"Unscheduled, not right. Shoes on the floor...Nasty. Making everything dirty." He made a soft 'tch' as he gave the other a look,
"Shoo, shoo." He didn't know why Tylor was here yet, nor did he care. He didn't want death, and didn't want to play with this one any more. He was messing things up! Cade's carefully kept apartment would be ruined if the other stayed, after all.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Jul 23, 2010 6:48 am
Tylor JintonXXXXXX XXXXX100% insaneTylor stared in shock at Cade, his cheeks bleeding with his own blood. His blood dripped and dripped, his eyes went back and forth from Cade to his dripping blood. His mouth twitched and then, crazily, he smiled. He took his hands and raced it over his own wound, his blood now on his hands. He, rather slowly, moved his hands to his mouth and licked the blood off. The taste of his blood was quite sweet. How long had it been since he tasted his own blood? Quite some years he would say. He hadn’t since his childhood, bruised and battered him, bloodied and crying him. His blood dripped into his mouth while he was crying. He still remembered himself, enjoying the blood with little giggles. His first sign of being insane. Then there were those little animals, those little birds he would catch and cut. One day out of curiosity, little him tasted the blood. It wasn’t as sweet but still, it was blood…. Serial killer sign.
His eyes flicked over to Cade and watched him carefully, the boy went quite berserk, talking about pretty blood, about his unexpected visit and marks on the floor. He shook his head and hesitantly burst into laughter, ending it with uncontrollable giggles. He had picked, for once, a quite crazed victim. It sure made his task harder but, he had to admit, it was far more enjoyable. He wondered, how was the blood of an insane victim. He had a little preview but that wasn’t good, it was a poor cut. He wanted to see the blood through a proper cut. He let the knife slip out and fall onto his palm, which he caught expertly. He, with the knife, walked closer and closer to the boy. He walked behind the boy and circled his arm, almost at the position of a passionate hug.
“Cade, you are insane…” he started, his knife now reaching towards the boy’s own face, “I may have made a few errors in my notes…” He shook his head and suddenly, he slashed the boy’s face. It was a clean cut, not too deep but not that shallow. It provided for a decent amount of pain, pain he was delighted to see. He shifted his position to see the cut and with delicate fingers, he touched it. Tylor licked his fingers and the delicious taste of blood simply melted into his tongue. He licked his lips, “Delicious, absolutely delicious.” He moved away from the boy, his knife dripping some blood onto the floor.
He looked down on the floor and smirked, “Your precious floor seems to be getting dirtier, red with blood.” He glanced back up at the boy, who was still on the chair, “What are you going to do about it?”
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Jul 23, 2010 6:52 pm
Cadence Reuben .....It'll all seem okay, by the light of day.... Cade couldn't help but watch the other as he moved close, those fingers stretching out to wrap themselves about him in a hug…passionate. One that made him scream in distaste. Of course, when the other had lapped at his own blood, that had made him curious, it made him tingle. But when the knife inched up towards his cheek, he drew away, slowly, whimpering. Notes were mentioned and he frowned….right as the man yanked the knife across his cheek. The pull of muscle hurt, and then there was the warmth of blood trickling down his cheek.
A tiny rivulet flowed over to touche Cade's lip, and he let out a tiny sound of delight at the flavor. But….as the blood dripped on white carpets, his eyes narrowed,
"No notes. Go 'way….Leave me alone." He pouted, getting out of his chair, and moving to the couch. Cradling his cheek, he mewled,
"Silly….leave it….leave it….Go away…don't touch…Blood spills are pretty, but not on my floor…"
The boy got up and huffed and let his fingers drum over the couch cushions. No no no. This wasn't right, and he didn't want the possibility of the floors becoming even more stained. It was an unattractive prospect at the moment, especially considering he'd just cleaned the day before. Giving the man a pout, the boy simply rain his fingers back up to the blood dripping down his cheek. The taste of it was nice, but…
Someone else causing it was almost unforgivable. It was Cade's blood. His to spill….not this new male's. It was unforgivable.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Jul 24, 2010 2:31 pm
Tylor JintonXXXXXX XXXXX100% insaneTylor was growing rather impatient, his last victims at least struck back in some physical manner. Some bit, some punched and some kicked. This one, though he was the best looking and most insane by far, he was rather… boring. He did nothing much but pout and tell him to go away. Rather pathetic. Quite pathetic. He raised up the knife and licked off the blood, stopping it from dripping any further and cleaning it to a point of being shiny and clean. He walked close to the boy again, the knife still at hand, his guard still on due to the fact that the boy was a little crazy too.
He poked the boy’s head, saying, “What are you going to do? Sit here and whine? Do absolutely nothing?” He stopped and then moved back again, staying a good distance away, wary for a sneak attack. That boy had no leash and he appeared to strike when the proper mood is initiated, (which he was trying to do.) Looking at the boy while tapping his shoes, he gave in. he waited too long, he couldn’t wait no more. Walking back and going into the hug position, he raised the knife to touch the boy’s neck. “It’s tiring waiting for you to take action.” He pulled the knife a little, not breaking into the skin but a little painful.
His own cut stung and he wondered why the boy, although he had without hesitation cut his skin, is now waiting and not attacking him back. He was mumbling about the floor and seems to be stricken by some strange force that prevented him from breaking out. He needed some more to make him crazy, just the way Tylor liked it. Otherwise, if the victim did nothing to fight back, how much fun would the murder be? Well, excluding the cries of pain of the victim, he would just do that if nothing happened in the next minute.
[[Ahh, god so much blocks]]
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Jul 24, 2010 8:31 pm
Cadence Reuben .....It'll all seem okay, by the light of day.... Cade let out a cry as that knife drew across his cheek. Leaning back against Tylor's hold, he whimpered happily, wiggling slightly, the pleasure slipping its fingers down his spine something he'd not felt in a while,
"Why…..Why…" But after a while….the other being so close got bothersome. Cadence decided he DIDN'T like having this person close to him. So, out of his pocket, he fished the razor, and held it to Tylor's throat.
" Go away." His voice was dark, and his eyes had darkened too. Pressing harder against the other's flesh, he watched the blood oozing out,
"I don't WANT to fight, but I will….If you stay close. I don't like that. Don't. Like."
Shoving his fingers at the blood, curiously, he dug a nail into the cut on Tylor's face, before pulling it back and licking at the blood again. He could always play with that, so that the other would get the HINT and leave him alone. So another slash with the razor was on the clothing over Tylor's arm, and he drew it then over the skin, mumbling, "More blood. Might get through your head. I don't like it. Too CLOSE." He was still perfectly calm, though. No true reaction out of the boy. None at all. Cadence wasn't worked up, or upset. Just slightly confused, and irritated.
Tylor was going to have to do MUCH more if he wanted a response out of the boy. This was only scratching the damn surface. Cade had a boiling point, though, and when he snapped, if Ty could find the buttons to push, the currently semi-placid victim would become a hellcat, something to contend with. But that would take effort, for truth. (All good XD)
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Jul 25, 2010 10:12 am
Tylor JintonXXXXXX XXXXX100% insaneHis eyes glowed with a little bit of pleasure, his cut was opening some more with the nail in it and his arm held another wound. He liked it. He really did, at least he got a little bit of a reaction from the boy, it was a little satisfying, very little. He looked at his ripped and bloodied shirt with eyes of pure pleasure. He switched the knife to the other arm, the one that wasn’t hurt at all. It was finally getting started, the action that he had always loved during the murders. He knew that it was possible to get a reaction, something far greater than this. An epic fight till death, one will die and one will live. Just how he wanted it.
He took off the messenger bag which was slightly bothersome. It hindered him and plus, he wouldn’t want his precious knife to break in the bag. He carefully placed the bag on a chair, making himself at home. He faced the boy again and smiled, “I know you have a breaking point now, but what exactly is that breakage?” He thought for a moment and paced, purposely, his dirty shoes started tracking some prints on the neat white carpet. His cut that was still bleeding dripped some blood onto the white carpet, staining white with bright red. He looked at the floor, stopping his paces that was meant to annoy him. He looked at the blood stained carpets with a little twinkle in his eye.
It was a beautiful piece, blood on white. Perfect. Tylor grinned and walked back towards the boy, “Could it be getting too close, you don’t seem to like being too close to strangers…” He leaned on the boy, his knife now close to the boy’s stomach. Without hesitation, he slashed the waist, a shallow cut just enough to knick blood. He watched the blood flow out and asked, “Or could it be bleeding from a wound other than the one you make? I have the same thing too.” He smiled and continued to hug, his knife ever so ready to lash out in case of an attack (which he was expecting and ready to dodge).
[[Interesting... will he lash out and attack? I did everything wink ]]
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
