Murder in Kawatonton![M][P]
Aug 11, 2011 21:30:31 GMT -8
Post by Shinryu on Aug 11, 2011 21:30:31 GMT -8
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and so the cookie crumbled...
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The feeling was glorious. I watched the world unravel before the boys eyes, saw the sweat bead on his neck, felt him begin to shake as the weight of his sins bore down upon him. I was laughing inside. This boy was the one, the killer who I'd been after, and he had walked right into my arms. The foolish, naive child. His actions had betrayed him the moment he stepped foot inside this hovel, and I would make him pay for his every sin... but not before I relished as he squirmed in his guilt, my accusations bearing down upon the worm and pining him, crushing him under the truth he no doubt thought he'd hidden so well... Such a fool.
"You shouldn't go around saying such slanderous things, attempting to pin this on me!"
That got a chuckle out of me; audible, snide, and crisp in my throat. He was desperate now. So desperate he hadn't even realized his most grevious fault. I hadn't attempted to pin the crime on him at all. I simply let on that he knew more than he said. But the drama of the situation was all to real. He pulled away from me, and I drew my katar, as planned, but he did not break to run, as I had expected him to, but turned about and pleaded with the infirm girl to confirm his innocence. I already had everything I needed to know he was guilty, so better to let the maggot squirm. All the more delicious a taste to my pallet that he should be wracked with the fear he imbibed in his victims at his bleakest moment, rapidly approaching as it was.
And then the master-stroke. So scared was he that his pleas grew fitful and angry.
"C'mon Megumi, tell em!"
I smiled grimly, and was a little surprised as the young girl fell from her bed, shielding herself. He had damned himself. Just as his actions had damned him to the kami. This one would rot in hell for his dishonor, and I would send him there myself, if I had to. Mean the while, the girl begged and pleaded with the boy, tears of agony and fear streaming down her face as screamed, her voice reverbrating in my bones.
"Please no, I wont tell them, just don't cut me again."
"Please!"
"Please!"
"Please!"
An admission. It was all I needed to hear. My other hand slid down and unholstered the other katar from my side, drawing them both level as I saw the boy tense up, and begin to move. I smirked. Would I simply end him, or play with my food a bit? Hm... I wondered how much the people here would let me get away with... still, no worries. He would die either way, it was all a matter of how I did it. I wanted him to know fear again before it was done, fear for his life as he made the others fear. His hand revealed a hidden knife, as I heard him utter an expletive. How shameful... then again, he had nothing left to lose, as far as he was concerned.
Little did it matter though, for as soon as I saw the flicker of steel, I took a quick step forward, squaring myself behind his back. and then my arms were raised, and I would lunge forward, sending my punching dagger deep through the boy's knife arm, severing tendons and muscle and rendering it useless. My other arm would come chopping down on his opposite shoulder as I withdrew from my first strike, seeking to slice and cut through his clavicle, thus rendering his other arm useless as well. Oh, I would play with this one a little, I supposed, and bring justice upon him as was fitting.
and so the cookie crumbled...
_____________________________________________
The feeling was glorious. I watched the world unravel before the boys eyes, saw the sweat bead on his neck, felt him begin to shake as the weight of his sins bore down upon him. I was laughing inside. This boy was the one, the killer who I'd been after, and he had walked right into my arms. The foolish, naive child. His actions had betrayed him the moment he stepped foot inside this hovel, and I would make him pay for his every sin... but not before I relished as he squirmed in his guilt, my accusations bearing down upon the worm and pining him, crushing him under the truth he no doubt thought he'd hidden so well... Such a fool.
"You shouldn't go around saying such slanderous things, attempting to pin this on me!"
That got a chuckle out of me; audible, snide, and crisp in my throat. He was desperate now. So desperate he hadn't even realized his most grevious fault. I hadn't attempted to pin the crime on him at all. I simply let on that he knew more than he said. But the drama of the situation was all to real. He pulled away from me, and I drew my katar, as planned, but he did not break to run, as I had expected him to, but turned about and pleaded with the infirm girl to confirm his innocence. I already had everything I needed to know he was guilty, so better to let the maggot squirm. All the more delicious a taste to my pallet that he should be wracked with the fear he imbibed in his victims at his bleakest moment, rapidly approaching as it was.
And then the master-stroke. So scared was he that his pleas grew fitful and angry.
"C'mon Megumi, tell em!"
I smiled grimly, and was a little surprised as the young girl fell from her bed, shielding herself. He had damned himself. Just as his actions had damned him to the kami. This one would rot in hell for his dishonor, and I would send him there myself, if I had to. Mean the while, the girl begged and pleaded with the boy, tears of agony and fear streaming down her face as screamed, her voice reverbrating in my bones.
"Please no, I wont tell them, just don't cut me again."
"Please!"
"Please!"
"Please!"
An admission. It was all I needed to hear. My other hand slid down and unholstered the other katar from my side, drawing them both level as I saw the boy tense up, and begin to move. I smirked. Would I simply end him, or play with my food a bit? Hm... I wondered how much the people here would let me get away with... still, no worries. He would die either way, it was all a matter of how I did it. I wanted him to know fear again before it was done, fear for his life as he made the others fear. His hand revealed a hidden knife, as I heard him utter an expletive. How shameful... then again, he had nothing left to lose, as far as he was concerned.
Little did it matter though, for as soon as I saw the flicker of steel, I took a quick step forward, squaring myself behind his back. and then my arms were raised, and I would lunge forward, sending my punching dagger deep through the boy's knife arm, severing tendons and muscle and rendering it useless. My other arm would come chopping down on his opposite shoulder as I withdrew from my first strike, seeking to slice and cut through his clavicle, thus rendering his other arm useless as well. Oh, I would play with this one a little, I supposed, and bring justice upon him as was fitting.