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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2012 13:12:27 GMT -5
Kellin threw his cigarette to the ground. He wasn't actually smoking it, he had only lit it to watch it burn. It wasn't even his cigarette he'd used. Never in a millennium would Kellin be caught dead smoking. His voice was his main power. He couldn't use it without his lungs being in mint condition, and they weren't going to be ruined by some disgusting habit anytime soon. Humming a tune by his favorite band, Kellin looked around. "Well I never thought you'd staaaay, that's okaaaaay," He was sent out on another Clean-Up Mission by the P.I.D.A. to snatch the dead body of a few supernatural victims. Some crazy vampire-demon chick ad gotten into a brawl with a hellhound and it had ended in the death of an entire apartment building and a few agents. Kellin knew he would love to find and destroy these two idiots, but he also knew the agency wouldn't let him do that. It had been so long since he had set foot on the agencies premises let alone inside the building to grab a mission. The agency usually just called the Siren or left a situation in his inbox. He was one of the agencies oldest members and yet all they trusted him with was dead bodies. Oh well, Kellin didn't mind anymore.
The black haired Siren wore a dressy suit and a pair of sunglasses. He held a briefcase containing his mission in his right hand while his left hand lived in his jacket pocket. Scanning the area, he found body number one. A small child lay near the ginormous landfill. She was severed and burned in many places, but the most visible and distinguishable mark was the bite taken out of her neck and the dry blood that caked her and the ground around the body. The sight angered Kellin. Who... Why would anyone kill a little girl? What could they have possibly gained by this murder? Why didn't they just go to the Prison and kill the criminals there if they were so intent on murder? Kellin grabbed a chipped glass cup and hurled it at the chain fence. The thing glass shattered on impact as it hit the fence post. The young man let out a sigh. Anger wouldn't solve anything. Until he turned around in time to witness another murder. Two men attacked another smaller, younger boy. They pushed him and punched him and the man was powerless. Kellin began running toward them but was stopped dead in his tracks at the sound of his scream. One of the men had cut off the victims ear. The scream made something in Kellin churn. It disgusted him but strangely enough it satisfied the hunger he didn't know he had previously felt. Kellin broke into a sprint. He jumped the fence and landed on the man with the knife in a single, graceful, move. That was the one that was really easy to kill.
Turning around, the young man gave the second attacker a twisted smile. His previous hum turning to a loud song, Kellin aimed to put the man in a trance. "If you can't hang then there's the door / I don't wanna take your precious time / Cuz you're such a pretty pretty pretty pretty face / But you turned into a pretty big waste of my time," Kellin sang the rest of the tune as he joyfully raised the man's shadow. Stopping his tune, he let the man gain his consciousness for a moment. The antagonist let out a scream of his own- a death scream, one that satisfied Kellin's hunger completely- before the shadow removed his ear and impaled his stomach. The man lay on the ground, coughing and sputtering as he took his final breaths.
Kellin stopped singing and instead started panting. The shadow fell back to the sidewalk beneath the man as if a weight had forced it down. The Sleeping Siren whipped around, a malicious look in his eye as he stared at the victim missing his ear. The man gazed at Kellin with terror. Realizing who it was, Kellin let his body relax. It was the victim. This was the man who didn't deserve to die, so of course Kellin wouldn't kill him. Unable to speak, the younger boy just stared at Kellin. Unsure of what to do, Kellin called an ambulance to take this boy. Hopefully he would have enough sense not to repeat this situation, or else the agency would destroy Kellin's ass. Shortly after, the medics took the boy away and Kellin was alone again. Backing into the junkyard, Kellin left the bodies and ran behind the landfill. The ambulance had seen the bodies and of course sent officials to claim them who would then interrogate Kellin. The Siren knew he may have to kill the too, or at least entrance them. Oh what a mess he'd made. |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2012 22:49:50 GMT -5
Arg wasn't even sure what he was doing. It was like today he was on autopilot, which happened from time to time. He needed to escape his home for a while, because frankly, as much as he loved Rose and Wey and Vi and the kids, there was just...too many people. He needed some space by himself for a while, and thankfully he was technically off work for the day. Arg didn't feel like dealing with people really, he just wanted to walk, get some air.
And that's exactly what he did. He just...walked. A long time. Naturally he was in his human form, because obviously none would take to kindly to a demonic looking hybrid beast walking around. He was dressed in darker clothing, mainly blacks and the occasional...red he thought the color was. Arg was terribly color blind, so his outfits really only consisted of the darkest colors possible since they are the only ones he can make out properly. Oh, white he can make out too he guessed. He did wear some white...on his shoes anyways.
Arg continued walking, having not paid a single bit of attention while he did so. He found himself near the city junkyard, and he was quite surprised with himself. Funny the places you end up when you don't pay attention. His golden eyes flashed over to the junkyard, not really all that interested...that was, until he heard screaming. It got his blood racing, the scream was so...horrifying, and yet it called to his primal instincts. Screams like that meant someone was dying, and when someone died, that meant food. Arg did enjoy human meet...though he was restricted from eating such a thing unless the human was particularly despicable. But, if they are already dead, there is no harm done right?
It took all of Arg's strength to not run into the junkyard in his Oushaga form, but he did run though, as fast as his small, lanky body would allow him. It was hard to scent anything properly within the junkyard, but the distinct smell of fear could be detected. Arg pushed on, whipping around a corner just in time to witness the death of not one, but two men. A young man had so brutally knifed the first one, while the second one suffered a very...unusual death. Shadows had literally sprung up from beneath the second man and impaled him. Arg was perplexed enough that he had haulted in his steps entirely. There was a third man, one who's ear had been freshly removed. The strange young individual spared this one, and instead called for assistance from the human ambulance. Arganok watched for a time, his mind racing with all these thoughts, but his body still stuck in simple auto pilot.
Normally, Arg would have stumbled over to help the boy, using his nifty little cross necklace he obtained a year or so ago to take away his paid. But, the ambulance was rather quick in their arrival, and Arg withdrew into a hiding place. When his need to stay away from people arose, he made sure to hide as much as possible. Though despite this, he needed to know about the young lad who had used his powers so recklessly. Being a PIDA agent, off duty or not, he would need to investigate. But...there was another matter that had been pecking away at him ever since the ambulance up and left with the boy...they had failed to take the bodies of the deceased men...and Arg was hungry.
There was no sight of the boy, but Arg knew he was still within the confines of the junkyard. Carefully, the Oushaga crawled from his hiding space and made his way to one of the bodies. His golden eyes gazed at it hungrily and he crouched down and grabbed a hold of his arms. Arg began dragging away the body, making sure to hide very carefully before he shifted into his Oushaga form. Quickly and quietly, the little beast tore away at the flesh, feeling oh so satisfied munching on the meat and feeling the blood trickle down his throat and jaws. He missed being able to be so...wild. Of course, this was probably a stupid thing for him to do...surely someone would be back to investigate? Well, no one has to know right? Right. Well...authorities would just think maybe a wild dog came over and started eating on one of the bodies...yeah...that's it.
Arganok crawled back out of his space, quickly shifting back and jogging from his hiding spot. Now, it was time to find his fellow supernatural. "Hey now...where ever you're at, I'd suggest coming out." Arganok called, wiping away the blood that still dripped from his mouth.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2013 13:54:56 GMT -5
Oh poop. Kellin hid behind a tall heap of garbage. He heard another man’s voice. Kellin had run into the officials many times, and this was not the voice of an officer. Unless they had a new recruit. Kellin realized this is probably why PIDA doesn’t trust him with much more than dead bodies. Kellin chuckled a little. Oh well. Peering out from the garbage, Kellin noticed one of the bodies were gone. Instantly Kellin thought it was this man that had taken it or something, but that wouldn’t make sense. Where the hell would this boy put a dead body and why would he want it in the first place? Unless... Kellin vaguely recognized the face. The young man had been given an introduction to each member of the PIDA that ran missions, and this face was amongst them. But Kellin, for the life of him, could not remember the dark haired figure’s name.
Putting his sunglasses back on, Kellin cleared his mind and let his body slip to the ground as he became a shadow. Creeping around behind the opposer, Kellin mimicked is shadow, doing as he did. Naturally, the real shadow didn’t like this much, but it didn’t attack Kellin. It couldn’t, the shadow knew what Kellin was and how easily he could destroy it. Kellin decided to have a little fun with the man. He piped up from where he was perched, behind the taller man. “What’s in it for me?” he demanded. Not waiting for the man to react, he retired to the garbage and spoke from over by the heap. “I mean, if you saw me, then you’d know me, and that’s not something I’m too willing to show you,” he stated. Racing back over to impersonate a broken recliner’s shadow some few feet in front of the other man, Kellin spoke for the last time. “No actually I’m just kidding I couldn’t care less.”
When he was positive the other man was confused, Kellin’s shadow snuck up the recliner until it resembled a human shadow. Taking the form of a human sitting in a recliner only several feet from the other man, Kellin smiled. “I’m Kellin. What part of the agency do you work in?” he inquired, leaving his sunglasses on as he brushed his midnight hair away with his finger. Standing up, Kellin walked over to the man, realizing he was actually taller than another male. For some reason this gave Kellin a feeling of pride. And then it hit Kellin. There was only one man in the agency he remembered being taller than, or at least that he met. And that man’s name was Arganok. Kellin only remembered because he was too overjoyed. Kellin was five foot seven and one quarter inches, but he said he was five eight. Laughing, Kellin facepalmed. “Arganok. That’s who you are. I knew you looked familiar.”
The dark haired man placed his hands in his suit pockets, casually gazing at Arganok as if he hadn’t just killed two men brutally. That’s when Kellin had the conclusion it was Arg who’d taken the other body. What he’d done with it was still unsure to Kellin, but he could smell lingering blood on the man. Thinking, Kellin was only slightly worried Arg would tell the agency he’d killed the men. That was the only good part on dead body patrol; the agency didn’t keep track of the deaths unless they were previous employees, so unless someone spoke out against Kellin, he was a free man. Kellin didn’t kill for fun though, because he had morals, even if they got obscured sometimes. With no time left to dwell in his thoughts, Kellin heard sirens in the distance. Police sirens. That’s when he grabbed Arganok’s hand and fled behind the garbage heap. “Sorry if this is gay,” he said as they ran. “But neither of us are going to get discovered today.” he finished. Kellin didn’t even know what this man thought of him, but it didn’t matter. Should the police come behind the heap, which if they were any good the likely would, Kellin would have to make both him and Arg shadows, which would likely make Kellin hungry for another scream, which could lead to another inadvertent death. Goddammit.
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