Post by Deleted on Feb 29, 2016 4:54:45 GMT -5
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Calm little city in recent days is most if not all major cities of earth. Crime rate and people of immense power may wonder the areas of this small blue gem known as earth. But as many dark creatures that infest its street just as many heroic ones take great paths here. Stopping such evils rather it be the heroes of the past told in legend or the everyday law officer that tries to keep said peace. But when all things come together in this absolutely calming peace. When those times are settled as they often are when darkness is taken by the light and happiness and the drivel of kindness over takes the masses. These are the times when only a small few things take hold of us more then any others.
Bored, Stagnation... Irritation. The sickening feeling of watching ORDINARY people in their ORDINARY lives. Weakness and pathetic notions of happiness as they leave in such sickening ignorant ways it can only drive the extraordinary people madness. Those who have been shaped through special pasts and lives that put them a line apart from the ordinary people. Those who have lived in blissful ignorance and weakness that they helplessly rely and continue to rely on whatever form of protection or great power swoops in at anytime to protect them when wolves how at the door. All well and good yes until inevitably one day its not to well and good is it? Devils amidst angels and angels amidst devils. Each have their place not always evil not always good.
Ever since Malcolm... Heh funny how a name can mean so little to the person using it. More for those around you really. But in any sense had been stimulating that boredom for some time since he'd made roost on this planet. Working his way into a comfortable position of money and opportunity to aid him in a certain level of comfort he'd grown used to over time. While also helping him in keeping discreet his other pleasures.
For does it make one the angel for putting away and helping to find and settle the permanent silence of rapists, murderers, and all sorts of the lowest drivel of life? Or does it make one the Devil for not always perhaps using the most honest and truthful intent to silence such beings for good. Falsified papers or a more personal touch was always a bit easy for him. He never did find it hard to emotional detach himself from such people from a young age. Learn how the world inflicts pain so easily on you and it slowly becomes easier to send it back ten fold. How meaningless life can be once you see beyond that wall of the ordinary and the bleak. The weak and the ignorant that hide behind and relish so much so many would never dare look beyond and deny to themselves if they actually realized what all was out there and how utterly lost they'd be without the darkness that lay behind most the light they relished.
But as over the years Earths top criminals in several means found themselves locked away for good or in more cases then not well... dead. From either 'suicides', 'arson's', or several other varieties of accidents, Heh. It does come to realize that dealing with a devil doing angels work often also comes with a toll. Weakness and to allow one self to be weak this was something this spirit of the people... or well himself. Or when he really got down to it just someone looking for something. Or perhaps it didn't need a reason. He just occasionally like anyone else felt a want. One that sometimes didn't need all that trickery of manipulating the masses and executing the darkness. But instead the pathetic peons of ordinary weak ignorant PEOPLE THAT HID BEHIND THE LIGHT AND ITS HEROES!
In truth wouldn't sating teh urges to feel power and enjoying ones discovered joys as a child be worth the cost? Taking a life here as a sacrifice lets call it. Then in its cover up sending away if not killing someone else who was dark and undeserving of life? Fair trade as a life for a life perhaps? It was always fun thinking of the weird little ways you could settle it. Maybe none of it mattered really but to Malcolm it didn't really have to make sense. After all when you held all the cards you could put any bloody explanation you wanted to it couldn't you. A boy reborn on this planet with desired burned into him that he would settle while also living the life that was nearly robbed from him.
Which brought us to where he was now!
Not far from the edge of east city as the Sheriff and consulting police chief of most major cities in any direction you can throw a coin in. Slipped into the audience of a young lovely lass. A few soft words about a criminal in the area recently believed settled. But if she'd be so kind as offering him a moment inside to check around. Worried for a lightly tipsy woman wondering how at this hour and such lovely appearances too. Careful no one noticed him or saw him. Surprising exactly how easy a uniform with a tip of a hat tipped down could make someone near invisible. An with suck deep dark eyes and a way of speaking with both authority and a soft kindness getting such a woman to want to obey wasn't really a challenge now was it?
Of course once within said lodgings and away from windows and in almost artistic precision in style. He could feel what it was l like when the air way tightened at someones throat. It was extraordinary really to feel the thick pipe and pressure build when someone writhed in agony trying to force some sort of breathe. A look of extreme focus and bewilderment each time. You see no matter what the case most people even those that at times claimed they wanted to die always fought back if it wasn't quick. Even to the point when it was helpless people still struggled or fought. Begged even which was why cutting off the air way was a nice little way he enjoyed. He kept his power hidden to ensure those of special interest didn't take more then a fleeting glance towards him as well. Didn't want anyone impeding on his fun after all. Or more study rather.
For you see it wasn't so much the death he enjoyed or thrived for in those times when not drink, drug, thrill, or fuck. Would fill that hole in the void that was his soul. It was you see the moment just before death. It was like a study of what really was humanity. How people accepted it or rejected it. The feeling of their fight or how quickly they give in. Pathetically weak most of them though... In resolve you see not just physical prowess. Careful however... He couldn't risk the snap.
It was all in the eyes after all. Looking for the life inside them like windows into the soul. The way they were struck with such power and such life in times of great danger and horror! Exhilaration that it was the single most major joy that made his heart pump blood to a degree that send him into a high like no other. Watching as in what was the smallest of moments. At least in this form of observation in his joyous search for knowledge on the subject of last moments. He'd see that split second of fleeting life where the eyes seemed at the peak of something. Some highetened moment and in less then a moment...
It was gone. Eyes fading away and the life fleeting. Only still leaving a failed answer yet again and only a light cock tease to his exhilaration. Malcolm rolling his eyes in annoyance as the weight became limp in his hands. Letting out a sigh and holding the woman close in a embrace like two dancers or perhaps lovers. "Sorry love, Really. Guess this wasn't as enlightening as I hoped it'd be." Shrugging with her in his arms as if he'd had a slight feeling of disappointment. As if a meal hadn't pleased him or the ending to his favorite show just didn't live up this week. A hunger sated for now but only lightly.
Taking a brief moment as the 'human' chuckling at the notion Officer. Pressed his lips to the dead woman's own trying not to chuckle. As fire would push from his own body from his lips into the corpse. Flooding into her body at such a temperature it could instantly blister and seer the flesh at her skin from the inside out. Her lungs bursting as the fire poured into her and in moments burned her to such a degree from the inside her outside quite literally burst into flame as he let her fall. Hopping back having studied the girl for a bit before making his move as well. No one but her would be home this night. Chuckling a bit as she fell so quickly and ignited the rather tacky rug as she burned up bright like a roman candle. "Hmm... Not my best. But then again can't expect to much from a quickie. A nice little joy away from the boredom." Almost annoyed there was so little challenge in it but still enjoying to see the flames spreading. He had to hide so often the powers of his real species.
But needless to say as quick as he came it wasn't that hard for someone with practice to know how to hide. After all when you had a large burning house and people saw a uniform moving among others in chaos you were all but invisible really. No one ever expected the uniform if you were careful enough. By the time morning would come he'd have one of his men on the case and by noon bringing in a ex con recently settled in easy city. Pity by the time they'd find him he'd not last very long. By evening some people fed some odd information of the cons rather odd liking to people of young ages would have had him taken care of long before dinner. Now while the study of the last moments before death really exhilarated him. Everything going just as he wanted and feeling like he had all the cards and could see everyone elses was the real feeling of power. Having a drink with a few of the boys and celebrating a hard days work and his own secret hobbies working as well ever.
Calm little city in recent days is most if not all major cities of earth. Crime rate and people of immense power may wonder the areas of this small blue gem known as earth. But as many dark creatures that infest its street just as many heroic ones take great paths here. Stopping such evils rather it be the heroes of the past told in legend or the everyday law officer that tries to keep said peace. But when all things come together in this absolutely calming peace. When those times are settled as they often are when darkness is taken by the light and happiness and the drivel of kindness over takes the masses. These are the times when only a small few things take hold of us more then any others.
Bored, Stagnation... Irritation. The sickening feeling of watching ORDINARY people in their ORDINARY lives. Weakness and pathetic notions of happiness as they leave in such sickening ignorant ways it can only drive the extraordinary people madness. Those who have been shaped through special pasts and lives that put them a line apart from the ordinary people. Those who have lived in blissful ignorance and weakness that they helplessly rely and continue to rely on whatever form of protection or great power swoops in at anytime to protect them when wolves how at the door. All well and good yes until inevitably one day its not to well and good is it? Devils amidst angels and angels amidst devils. Each have their place not always evil not always good.
Ever since Malcolm... Heh funny how a name can mean so little to the person using it. More for those around you really. But in any sense had been stimulating that boredom for some time since he'd made roost on this planet. Working his way into a comfortable position of money and opportunity to aid him in a certain level of comfort he'd grown used to over time. While also helping him in keeping discreet his other pleasures.
For does it make one the angel for putting away and helping to find and settle the permanent silence of rapists, murderers, and all sorts of the lowest drivel of life? Or does it make one the Devil for not always perhaps using the most honest and truthful intent to silence such beings for good. Falsified papers or a more personal touch was always a bit easy for him. He never did find it hard to emotional detach himself from such people from a young age. Learn how the world inflicts pain so easily on you and it slowly becomes easier to send it back ten fold. How meaningless life can be once you see beyond that wall of the ordinary and the bleak. The weak and the ignorant that hide behind and relish so much so many would never dare look beyond and deny to themselves if they actually realized what all was out there and how utterly lost they'd be without the darkness that lay behind most the light they relished.
But as over the years Earths top criminals in several means found themselves locked away for good or in more cases then not well... dead. From either 'suicides', 'arson's', or several other varieties of accidents, Heh. It does come to realize that dealing with a devil doing angels work often also comes with a toll. Weakness and to allow one self to be weak this was something this spirit of the people... or well himself. Or when he really got down to it just someone looking for something. Or perhaps it didn't need a reason. He just occasionally like anyone else felt a want. One that sometimes didn't need all that trickery of manipulating the masses and executing the darkness. But instead the pathetic peons of ordinary weak ignorant PEOPLE THAT HID BEHIND THE LIGHT AND ITS HEROES!
In truth wouldn't sating teh urges to feel power and enjoying ones discovered joys as a child be worth the cost? Taking a life here as a sacrifice lets call it. Then in its cover up sending away if not killing someone else who was dark and undeserving of life? Fair trade as a life for a life perhaps? It was always fun thinking of the weird little ways you could settle it. Maybe none of it mattered really but to Malcolm it didn't really have to make sense. After all when you held all the cards you could put any bloody explanation you wanted to it couldn't you. A boy reborn on this planet with desired burned into him that he would settle while also living the life that was nearly robbed from him.
Which brought us to where he was now!
Not far from the edge of east city as the Sheriff and consulting police chief of most major cities in any direction you can throw a coin in. Slipped into the audience of a young lovely lass. A few soft words about a criminal in the area recently believed settled. But if she'd be so kind as offering him a moment inside to check around. Worried for a lightly tipsy woman wondering how at this hour and such lovely appearances too. Careful no one noticed him or saw him. Surprising exactly how easy a uniform with a tip of a hat tipped down could make someone near invisible. An with suck deep dark eyes and a way of speaking with both authority and a soft kindness getting such a woman to want to obey wasn't really a challenge now was it?
Of course once within said lodgings and away from windows and in almost artistic precision in style. He could feel what it was l like when the air way tightened at someones throat. It was extraordinary really to feel the thick pipe and pressure build when someone writhed in agony trying to force some sort of breathe. A look of extreme focus and bewilderment each time. You see no matter what the case most people even those that at times claimed they wanted to die always fought back if it wasn't quick. Even to the point when it was helpless people still struggled or fought. Begged even which was why cutting off the air way was a nice little way he enjoyed. He kept his power hidden to ensure those of special interest didn't take more then a fleeting glance towards him as well. Didn't want anyone impeding on his fun after all. Or more study rather.
For you see it wasn't so much the death he enjoyed or thrived for in those times when not drink, drug, thrill, or fuck. Would fill that hole in the void that was his soul. It was you see the moment just before death. It was like a study of what really was humanity. How people accepted it or rejected it. The feeling of their fight or how quickly they give in. Pathetically weak most of them though... In resolve you see not just physical prowess. Careful however... He couldn't risk the snap.
It was all in the eyes after all. Looking for the life inside them like windows into the soul. The way they were struck with such power and such life in times of great danger and horror! Exhilaration that it was the single most major joy that made his heart pump blood to a degree that send him into a high like no other. Watching as in what was the smallest of moments. At least in this form of observation in his joyous search for knowledge on the subject of last moments. He'd see that split second of fleeting life where the eyes seemed at the peak of something. Some highetened moment and in less then a moment...
It was gone. Eyes fading away and the life fleeting. Only still leaving a failed answer yet again and only a light cock tease to his exhilaration. Malcolm rolling his eyes in annoyance as the weight became limp in his hands. Letting out a sigh and holding the woman close in a embrace like two dancers or perhaps lovers. "Sorry love, Really. Guess this wasn't as enlightening as I hoped it'd be." Shrugging with her in his arms as if he'd had a slight feeling of disappointment. As if a meal hadn't pleased him or the ending to his favorite show just didn't live up this week. A hunger sated for now but only lightly.
Taking a brief moment as the 'human' chuckling at the notion Officer. Pressed his lips to the dead woman's own trying not to chuckle. As fire would push from his own body from his lips into the corpse. Flooding into her body at such a temperature it could instantly blister and seer the flesh at her skin from the inside out. Her lungs bursting as the fire poured into her and in moments burned her to such a degree from the inside her outside quite literally burst into flame as he let her fall. Hopping back having studied the girl for a bit before making his move as well. No one but her would be home this night. Chuckling a bit as she fell so quickly and ignited the rather tacky rug as she burned up bright like a roman candle. "Hmm... Not my best. But then again can't expect to much from a quickie. A nice little joy away from the boredom." Almost annoyed there was so little challenge in it but still enjoying to see the flames spreading. He had to hide so often the powers of his real species.
But needless to say as quick as he came it wasn't that hard for someone with practice to know how to hide. After all when you had a large burning house and people saw a uniform moving among others in chaos you were all but invisible really. No one ever expected the uniform if you were careful enough. By the time morning would come he'd have one of his men on the case and by noon bringing in a ex con recently settled in easy city. Pity by the time they'd find him he'd not last very long. By evening some people fed some odd information of the cons rather odd liking to people of young ages would have had him taken care of long before dinner. Now while the study of the last moments before death really exhilarated him. Everything going just as he wanted and feeling like he had all the cards and could see everyone elses was the real feeling of power. Having a drink with a few of the boys and celebrating a hard days work and his own secret hobbies working as well ever.