Techno Massacre (Open.)

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Vixen's Keep, the most exclusive nightclub in the city. Naturally, that meant it was the most crowded. It made no sense, to Roy. Exclusive meant that they didn't let as many people in, yet spoiled rich brats filled the place wall to fecking wall. It disgusted him. It felt like snakes were squirming around his gut, and he had no idea how to really name the feeling.

It was the one feeling he had. Rage.

"Whoa, kid, drop the Ren Faire outfit and all the fake weapons and you can MAYBE get in when you're twenty one."

A human? Sassing Roy? Granted, Roy thought, he was a CULTIVATED human ,and this guy was an all natural, hulking bouncer human. Or something. Roy looked thoughtful for a moment, thinking about what the man had said.

"Nah, think I'll just eat your heart instead."


"The f*ck did you just sa-GURK!"

Roy literally reached into the man, thrusting his hand forward with enough strength to pierce the bouncer's chest, and pulled his still beating heart from his body. He then took a bite. It tasted terrible, like this guy had been smoking or something since he was twelve. Remember, kids, smoking affects your heart as well as your lungs. Or something. Shut up.

He swallowed the first bite, then threw the rest on the ground. Pitiful how American humans took care of themselves. He walked into the club, as the people around the entrance scattered, screaming. See, they were smart enough to run, so he'd let them live. The people inside the club were his target, anyway. He hoped the police got involved, too. They were always fun to play with.

In any case, as he walked into the club, the music hti his ears like a sledgehammer.

"Christ on a cracker, you humans call this music? It's all thumping and no real...MUSIC!"

Little did he know, humans called it dubstep. In any case, he pulled the giant sword off his back and revved it. Which he couldn't hear over the music, which irked him to no end. Nobody was even looking at him. So he fully revved the chain sword, and then with the teeth running on their own now, he turned in a circle and threw it at the crowded dance floor.

There were no survivors. The sword lodged in the wall, and the teeth stopped moving, and now the DJ was pissing himself and falling over screaming as the music stopped. Roy pulled the laser pistol off his hip and fired a shot directly into the DJ's skull. A bit merciful for his tastes, but y'know. That's how it goes sometimes.

Oh, hey, survivors. They must have hit the deck when the giant sword went flying. I hate it when people make a liar out of me. Roy pulled out his two smaller chainswords, usually positioned on his right hip while the pistol was positioned on his left, and danced a bloody swathe through them, letting one run to call the police or whatever he was gonna do. Roy could smell the piss in his pants, too, and it was kinda nasty.

In any case, this was when the supernaturals in the VIP rooms started coming out. A fire elemental was heading them, Roy could smell, followed by a shapeshifter and a couple of demons he couldn't identify.

He shot the Fire Elemental dead as he walked out of the VIP room, whipping the chainswords off his hip as the shapeshifter charged towards him as a lion. Even the lion's flesh couldn't withstand a fecking chainsaw to the neck, and like most things that took a chainsaw to the neck, its head came off. The demons were next. Hulking things, they were, but they fell all too easily to the chainswords.

He sniffed the air. Through the blood and guts, he smelled some fat cats still hiding in the VIP room in back. Three or four of them, one of them had pissed himself. What was up with humans and pissing themselves, anyway?! It was disgusting.

In any case, he walked in and shot them dead, not really in the mood to draw things out any further. With that, he sat at the bar, and twiddled his thumbs, waiting for the police. Maybe playing with them would be more fun?

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Oh my god...! Absolute terror flushed Preston’s cheeks as he huddled fearfully behind the bullet-ridden stage which was decorated with corpses of all designs and shapes. The human intense azure eyes expanded as he observed the quick fight that ended with the other monsters dead within moments. He took particular interest in the shifter for it reminded him of his roommate Vergil who he wished he was with right now, sipping at a soothing cup of tea while jamming on his guitar, a small weasel gazing happily as he stroke each chord, singing his passionate tunes. Unfortunately, he was here, alone and cornered as a mass murdered destroyed Vixen’s Keep. Was nothing supposed to go right for Preston, was he being punished for all those who sacrificed so much to allow him multiple chances at life?! Was this going to be how it all came to a close, his hard work leading to a gruesome demise? Flashes of his past came racing through and he gripped tightly at his threads of hair and tugged painfully to the roots in horror. Is this it..?

No, this couldn’t be the end for he had just begun rebuilding his life and for once he had others to look out for. Vergil. He had just housed the homeless shifter and Preston’s death could mean his own. Kenadie! She was such a sweet girl who needed a sensible adult to help guide her through he tough life and Preston wanted desperately to b that person. He defeated gambling, drinking, and his family (for now) and now it all lead to this moment...? Impossible.

He had to escape but this creature was obviously a threat and if he was spotted, this man would slice him to ribbons in seconds. Reaching into his signature satchel, he gripped the small pistol settled at the bottom of the bag. He had purchased this recently out of fear that Barry would return for him, so Preston needed protection outside of the house were his shifter friend stayed. He despised guns, for he had been scarred by his uncle’s constant threats at gunpoint all through out his young life so the cold handle sent chill through his spine.

Maybe y-you can surprise him! Y-yeah, that’s it! His azure eyes closed in fear as he lifted the pistol and he slowly removed himself from his protection. Stepping quietly, he trotted over the dead bodies scattered along the floor, making sure to avoid the massive blood puddles painting the ground. Posed closer, he raised the gun toward’s Roy’s head and wavered slightly as he gazed down the sight.

“One mo-move, and... I’ll shoot!” Preston whispered, his voice trembling as his head ran through the multiple scenarios that would end his life. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.

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Roy was literally sitting, twiddling his thumbs, ignoring the live human he could barely smell over the scent of blood in the room. Roy had intended to leave him alive, he needed at least two people telling the same story about a mass murdering teen to really make it sink into the cops. Maybe they'd bring the swat team! That would be REALLY fun.

Then the idiot pulled a gun on him, and pointed it at the back of his head.

"Really?"

Roy didn't sound annoyed as he turned around and raised his hands almost mockingly. Just bored. He sat there for a split second, letting the man absorb that a veritable child had done all this. One who was even younger than he looked. Then he moved, getting up faster than a normal human eye could follow, and swatting the gun out of Preston's hand, hard enough to break it. In fact, when the gauntletted hand crashed against the other man's, Roy was certain he heard bones snap.

"Now, I wasn't even going to kill you. Pretty sure you can still make it out of this alive, too."

Roy bent down, and picked up a disembodied arm. He then began to eat it like a regular human would eat a chicken leg. He mumbled past the human flesh as he chewed, completely unintelligible until he swallowed.

"Sorry, I'm being rude. Do you want some? There's plenty to go around, and I always forget what you humans eat, anyway."

The boy shrugged, and took another bite. He looked Preston over, and realized that he just wouldn't be any fun to kill. So he decided to give him a task. He swallowed the flesh that he had in his mouth again, then spoke.

"I have a job for you. Tell everyone what you saw here. Let my reputation spread."

The boy shrugged, and simply walked off.

"Oh, you also might want to run, I think I'm gonna bring the building down."

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As the defenseless human Preston continued to keep the gun erected to the murderer’s head, he gasped when felt an overwhelming sensation shoot through his arm as the killer swatted at him like he was an obnoxious fly on the wall. He listened as the pitiful bones in his wrist made a heart-wrenching crack and the human immediately crashed onto his knees, placing his wounded hand under his other arm to protect it from any further damage. He had felt broken bones multiple times throughout his life and even after 30 years of hell, it didn’t get any easier feeling your insides break. His uncle had broken his wrists at least three times a year when he lived there, so it wasn’t extremely surprising at how simple it had been for Roy. Although, Preston was rather happy he had only gotten a ‘slap on the wrist’ for he was expecting a bullet in the head or his head to fly clean off.

As Preston writhed on his knees, he gazed up at the mass murderer and stared in utter shock at the young face before him. He looked at least seventeen maybe, and here he was cutting everything twice his size down to pieces of flesh and bone. Then, he watched in pure terror as he… feasted on an arm! He was a cannibal too! What else was wrong with this… thing?!

Preston sat silently where he was, heaving loudly as he clung achingly to his broken hand, his incredible blue eyes squinted from the agony traveling all over his body. His legs were shuddering and small balls of sweat were trickling from his brow as Roy proposed his survival. Letting him live? Why?! Then, the cannibal commented that Preston was to tell the world of this tragedy so that the cops would hunt him down. Preston stared in shock; this man was only doing this to draw more victims, for Preston knew that simple human cops would not stand a chance against this murderous monster and Preston would not see his friend Kellin’s place destroyed. He would not allow this man the satisfaction he so desired.

With a gulp, Preston watched as Roy headed to the exit, warning the human to leave the premesis if he wanted to go with his life. Man you really wanna die don’t you Preston…! Then, with a shake of his head and crawled to where his pistol was and desperately tried to reach for it again. He would not allow this place to fall, for he had worked so hard to get a gig here and he didn’t want Kellin to lose his business. He needed to do something but now that he thought about it, ordering this killer was probably not the best. “I will do no s-such thing because you are nuh-not destroying this p-place sir…” He heaved, the pain rising as he stopped crawling midway, laying on his side.

He was definitely dead now. What was he doing, putting himself in danger for this place! He had Vergil to worry about, and Kenadie. "Pr-Pres you idiot..." He whispered to himself.

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Roy walked over to the gun, and picked it up.


"Huh. This is one of those ones that still shoot bullets. Mine shoots lasers. Pew pew! Ahahaha."


He proceeded to crumple the gun into a small ball of twisted metal and plastic, after removing the magazine so it wouldn't go off. He tossed the gun's magazine, what many people mistakenly called a clip, across the room. He hummed to himself as he then walked over to his massive chainsword and picked it uot of the wall. He looked out the hole it made, and realized that this hole opened up into an alleyway.

He then revved the chainsword, no longer intent on bringing the whole building down, just kinda making the cleanup even harder. Completely ignoring Preston, and wielding the massive blade as if it weighed nothing in his hands, revving it as he cleaved through the wall several dozen times, nearly faster than the human eye could follow once more.

When he was done, that entire wall was gone. Only rubble remained of the wall. There was now a giant gaping hole in its place, leading out in to an alleyway. Roy used this new door to leave the area. Or new window. Whatever you wanted to call it. He left, still munching on that arm, and humming.

He was actually kinda bored. Maybe he would find someone fun to play with later on?

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Oh shit. Preston grew short of breath when Roy drew closer and closer to Preston’s only defense, scenarios of his untimely demise flashing through his extravagant azure eyes. Then, Roy crushed the handgun into millions of crumbs with a simple clench of his hand. Preston gazed in awe as it dwindled to millions of tiny crumbs that scattered all over the blood-drenched floor, sprinkling a few body parts as well. The smell was awful at ground level and Preston could see into every torn organ and shattered limbs that decorated Vixen’s Keep.

Preston watched helplessly as Roy tore an entire wall from the foundation in a single swoop of his massive sword which was almost more like a chainsaw than an actual blade. The booming noise of the chains rattling and small puffs of steam were popping into the air as the speed picked up and crashed into the wall, causing it to tumble down within seconds. Preston had to get up because this place was definitely not stable anymore and it seemed like Roy was very adamant of allowing this human to live through the ordeal. He was happy but angry that he had not been able to stop him from killing all these innocent people. Why, why did he have to be normal! Angrily, he smacked his head into the floor in frustration as he tried to lift himself from the ground, his body shaking from the adrenaline pumping through his fragile veins. He couldn’t hear any sirens just yet, but he knew the police would be here soon.

Preston wobbled out of the building through the door leading to the front of Vixen’s Keep, using anything he could as leverage to keep him from falling over. “M-My arm….” He muttered, slowly pulling it from underneath his armpit and he lifted it in front of his wavering eyes to see how much damage was done. His looked like he had two right hands for his left had been twisted so far that it was almost facing the opposite direction which caused a sickening lurch in his stomach. “Aw man…” He huffed.

“This… s-sucks… At least h-he's gone..."

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Clapping could be heard in the alley where the young murderer was making his escape. Azoriat had watched the boy's actions, his rage was delicious. It was children like this that kept the mortal world interesting.

He stepped from the shadows still clapping, blocking the way the boy was headed. Azoriat was dressed finely in a black silk suit over a Turkish cotton shirt. his suit was accented by chains of iron running from the buttons to the pockets. His cool grey eyes swirled and seemed to swallow the light around them.

"Bravo, boy... Bravo indeed."

Azoriat looked him up and down with a critical glare as if analyzing a piece of fine art. He stopped after a moment to break the silence again.

" A bit dramatic... but who am I to judge, tell me what motivated you. can you say you have a goal in sight? Or instead is this a sad cry because your mother never held you? "

Azoriat smirked, he wished to know more about this one. He hoped the boy lived up to his potential and did not dissapoint him as so many others had over the centuries. Violence was the true love of Azoriat but mindless Violence has no master. Azoriat would be the master of it all, weaving his webs of pain and suffering if he had his way.