ScreamSin Posted December 4, 2009 Share Posted December 4, 2009 [COLOR="Red"][FONT="Fixedsys"]11:00 PM[/FONT][/COLOR] She couldn?t scream. The man had the gun rammed into her mouth. All she could do was stare in horror as he tore her skirt off, ski mask covering his face as he forced her onto the ground. ?Scream and die bitch! You?re mine!? The man began unbuckling his pants, his breathing getting heavier as they slid down to his ankles. He raised his arm to pistol whip the woman. Then his hand suddenly got lighter. To be precise, it left his arm. The man couldn?t even react as he saw his limb, still gripping the pistol, fall in front of his eyes and thud against the ground, blood spurting out. He turned, still in shock, as the sound of snickering came from behind him. The machete buried itself deep into the man?s stomach, forcing him backwards as Weep shoved him violently against the fence, leaning his crying mask towards the struggling rapist. ?Use it and lose it, pal. You should have thought things through. Feel that?? The large Vigilante twisted the black steel in the man?s stomach, savoring the pained expression on the criminals face as shock took over, stopping any hope of resistance. ?Feel it? I just severed your intestines, and slit open the bottom of your stomach. Your stomach acid is eating away through your organs, all the shit in your body is going over the wounds. You?re going to have a very painful few minutes, I promise you that.? Weep ripped the machete out of the man?s stomach and shoved him against the wall, behind a dumpster. He wiped the blade off on the criminal?s jacket, and then slid it into his thigh sheath. Then he walked over to the woman, who was merely crying and shaking on the ground, her clothes torn. Weep leaned down and gently laid a finger on her shoulder. She flinched, and he pulled back. ?Don?t be afraid. He?ll never hurt you or anyone else again. Can you stand? I?ll take you home.? She shivered, and slowly stood up. Weep helped her put on her shoes, then walked her out of the alley, arm around her shoulder gently, looking around to make sure they were alone as the rapist?s death gurgles got softer?and softer. The night had only just begun as laughter began to echo through the streets of Shell City. -------[COLOR="Red"]2 Hours Earlier[/COLOR]----- Bennen slid the key into the final lock of his apartment door. The clanking glass in the paper bags he carried told that he was once again loading up on bourbon for the night. Under his shoulder was tucked another bag, full of various groceries. He struggled to turn the key without dropping his food, cursing under his breath when a voice suddenly came from behind him. ?Oh, Card! Need a hand?? Bennen jerked and glanced over his shoulder, the bags starting to slip as he locked eyes with Mary, one of then tenants in the building. She was a frumpy woman with coarse black hair. She was walking out of the elevator with her daughter, Rebecca. Bennen liked the two of them well enough; they were always nice to him. He struggled to keep his bags from falling as Mary took they key out of his hand, Rebecca catching the paper bags with booze. She looked at them and glanced at Bennen, who merely smiled. ?J-j-just st-st-s-st-stocking u-u-uh-up.? Mary opened his door, glancing at the bourbon with a look of pity. Bennen grabbed the bottles and shuffled into the apartment. ?T-t-th-thank you M-m-m-ma-mary.? The pair waved to him and headed over to their apartment, sympathy in their eyes as Bennen kicked the door shut. He moved over to the small kitchen nook, shoving the groceries into the fridge. He sighed, staring at his one room apartment. One big room, a tiny kitchen, and a bathroom. That was all he could afford on his janitor salary. All around the room were empty alcohol bottles, like a white trash carpet. Still, it was home to him. The small bed pushed against the wall, the old dusty television. He threw his jacket onto the floor, rolling his shoulders as he rapped his knuckles against the bourbon bottle. Maybe he should open it. Just sink into a stupor tonight. No?it?d been three days since Weep had last come out. No drinking tonight, at least not until morning. Bennen stared silently at the ceiling fan that slowly rotated around. No one would have guessed that behind the fan, hidden in the ceiling? The Crying Angel eagerly waited for Bennen to pull him on. ------- ((Should be fairly obvious how you should start off. Simple post showing off your character a bit. This thing is going to take off pretty quickly, so better be ready.)) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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