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Post by Laura [Oce&Lucas] on Dec 19, 2012 13:24:30 GMT -5
Lucas smirked as he walked into the dingy one roomed flat in the middle of rundown Cranbrook. The smell coming from the flat was enough to kill the flowers, and the bugs scuttling on the floors over their own dead comrades bodies. Dust piled up in heaps all around the hall way. Lucas kicked his way through it, making as much noise as possible. The psycho was on the move. "One" He huffed, "two." He said, "Three." He was counting his steps closer to the living door, with red slits for eyes now. "Ohh my dear, I have a surpriseeee for you!" He singsonged loudly as he pulled of his gloves.
He stopped to look in the hallway mirror as he passed it, and his reflection did not startle him. The jagged scar that ran down from his right temple to his shoulder did not phase him. He had been like this many times before. It would heal up again soon before his next mission, most likely. He hadn't given his opponent as much credit as she had deserved. He rolled his eyes at the reflection in the mirror and carried on walking across the creaky wooden floor boards.
He sniffed in the smell of the air. It was rotten. All the rotten corpses on the insects sprawled across the floor, the dust mixed with dirt and sweat made the smell, along with the contents of polluted air from outside. Maybe it did not help that the toilet had been blocked and overfilled with human excrement. This was a house of house of horror for the people that lived for hygiene.
Lucas came to an abrupt stop outside one of the four wooden doors belonging to the flat, and pressed an ear up against the oak door, listening carefully to what was inside the room. He held his breath to get maximum effect of what was happening.
He could hear rugged breaths, being beaten out slowly by the body locked inside the room, as if they were having trouble pushing air though their lungs and back up again. There was also a faint sound of shuffling, as if there was someone inside the room who was trying to move around while laying down on the ground. Like some sort of game you play when little and you want something fun to cheer you up, you'll play anything.
Lucas moved his hand up to the brass door handle and opened the door with a yank.
The door slammed back onto the wall, sending violent shakes though the frame of the flat, and leaving marks on the dark flowered wallpaper. He glared into the semi darkness. Only a small lamp lit the room. The thick green curtains closed most off the light that came from the small windows. On the wooden floor was a red and green patterned rug, covered in blood. Around the room was a old, battered green couch, a fireplace and a picture frame. Not much. But the thing to catch Lucas's attention was the boy hunched over on the floor, held down my invisible forces and gagged.
The boy looked in pain. He had blood and sweat mingling together and running down his face, sticking to his clothes and matting down his long brown hair. Dirty dust and cobwebs covered around his feet too. He looked weak, and to Lucas he was weak. "James." Lucas mused. "What a pleasant surprise." His tone was taunting, powerful, and over all aggressive. No one could overpower him in this house.
He started to walk further in the room and circling around the boy. His footsteps where muffled in the room. There was no echoing.
"James, James, James." He muttered again, as if saying his name was some curse not to be uttered. His eyes flashed from the body to across the room, examining, then back to the boy. He was almost lifeless. "Not so big now are you. Not so daring to cross me now that b*tch is not here." Lucas kicked at the floating dust as he spoke, "I'm sorry it had to come to this," he almost sounded sincere, "but I thought you would of known what danger you was asking for when you double crossed me or Selene." Lucas smiled.
James eyes flicked at Selene's name, and Lucas realized this. Lucas started to frown. He knelt down, coming face to face with James. "She is not your savior from this hell. She is not coming to help you." Lucas hissed, as if it was a matter of fact. James groaned. In protest, in agreement, in annoyance, Lucas was not sure.
He got closer to James and looked down upon him, "Whats that?" He cooed, "I can't hear you, speak up." His warm hand slapped down onto James, as he watch him flinch back. James grumbled something again and Lucas sighed.
"Don't be a baby." He lifted his hand up again, but this time it down not fly down to whack him. Something in his eyes complicated. The light that had been emitting from the hallway had been cut off by a shadow. He turned slowly to see who was there. Trespassers would suffer a worse fate than James.
He stopped to look in the hallway mirror as he passed it, and his reflection did not startle him. The jagged scar that ran down from his right temple to his shoulder did not phase him. He had been like this many times before. It would heal up again soon before his next mission, most likely. He hadn't given his opponent as much credit as she had deserved. He rolled his eyes at the reflection in the mirror and carried on walking across the creaky wooden floor boards.
He sniffed in the smell of the air. It was rotten. All the rotten corpses on the insects sprawled across the floor, the dust mixed with dirt and sweat made the smell, along with the contents of polluted air from outside. Maybe it did not help that the toilet had been blocked and overfilled with human excrement. This was a house of house of horror for the people that lived for hygiene.
Lucas came to an abrupt stop outside one of the four wooden doors belonging to the flat, and pressed an ear up against the oak door, listening carefully to what was inside the room. He held his breath to get maximum effect of what was happening.
He could hear rugged breaths, being beaten out slowly by the body locked inside the room, as if they were having trouble pushing air though their lungs and back up again. There was also a faint sound of shuffling, as if there was someone inside the room who was trying to move around while laying down on the ground. Like some sort of game you play when little and you want something fun to cheer you up, you'll play anything.
Lucas moved his hand up to the brass door handle and opened the door with a yank.
The door slammed back onto the wall, sending violent shakes though the frame of the flat, and leaving marks on the dark flowered wallpaper. He glared into the semi darkness. Only a small lamp lit the room. The thick green curtains closed most off the light that came from the small windows. On the wooden floor was a red and green patterned rug, covered in blood. Around the room was a old, battered green couch, a fireplace and a picture frame. Not much. But the thing to catch Lucas's attention was the boy hunched over on the floor, held down my invisible forces and gagged.
The boy looked in pain. He had blood and sweat mingling together and running down his face, sticking to his clothes and matting down his long brown hair. Dirty dust and cobwebs covered around his feet too. He looked weak, and to Lucas he was weak. "James." Lucas mused. "What a pleasant surprise." His tone was taunting, powerful, and over all aggressive. No one could overpower him in this house.
He started to walk further in the room and circling around the boy. His footsteps where muffled in the room. There was no echoing.
"James, James, James." He muttered again, as if saying his name was some curse not to be uttered. His eyes flashed from the body to across the room, examining, then back to the boy. He was almost lifeless. "Not so big now are you. Not so daring to cross me now that b*tch is not here." Lucas kicked at the floating dust as he spoke, "I'm sorry it had to come to this," he almost sounded sincere, "but I thought you would of known what danger you was asking for when you double crossed me or Selene." Lucas smiled.
James eyes flicked at Selene's name, and Lucas realized this. Lucas started to frown. He knelt down, coming face to face with James. "She is not your savior from this hell. She is not coming to help you." Lucas hissed, as if it was a matter of fact. James groaned. In protest, in agreement, in annoyance, Lucas was not sure.
He got closer to James and looked down upon him, "Whats that?" He cooed, "I can't hear you, speak up." His warm hand slapped down onto James, as he watch him flinch back. James grumbled something again and Lucas sighed.
"Don't be a baby." He lifted his hand up again, but this time it down not fly down to whack him. Something in his eyes complicated. The light that had been emitting from the hallway had been cut off by a shadow. He turned slowly to see who was there. Trespassers would suffer a worse fate than James.
