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(Now, the people can show their personalities, meeting other people, etc, the homicidal's can kill someone random if you want. Just start off anywhere before the madness ensues)

 

 

Celandine was doing little. Just relaxing, soothing in a warm, hot bath, with only the sound of water steaming. Much more pleasant than people. The room was simplistic and plain-- small as well, even for being an apartment. Apartment number 16, of the Sacred Heavens apartment complex. Sacred heavens, it was just the opposite. How ironic. The walls and floor were white tile, with no other color in the room. The rest of the rooms had dim, hardly used lights, and the curtains that covered every window ultimately made most of the house gray and bleak, as if in a black and white old film, especially with the large moon that was there tonight. The apartment building was low on technology for living in the 2000's, they were all for media and social networking anyways. No need. (There's an electrical outlet right there.) Celandine thought to herself. (Perhaps I should just kill myself here. Let myself die. I'm ready for it.) She continued thinking. (That would be the best thing to do.) A grandather clock ticking like a metronome could be heard as well, the one sound breaking the silence of the building. (If so many people have died by me, I should just go too. Be back with them. If they would accept me-- if they didn't lie to me when they were alive. Like...him.) She didn't bother even thinking of his name. Rather than just cutting out his pictures from the walls, all the pictures were taken down. Each and every one. Thrown away, like if she would be able to throw away her memories just by giving up the mementos. Such an epoch of memories that scarred her. (I can always "accidentally" overdose my depressants too.)

 

Joshua stayed cuddled up, trying to sleep in the darkness of the orphanage. He slept better there than on the streets, where he was most of the time. But the orphanage was nice enough to let him stay only some of the time, since he didn't want to stay there forever. He had parents, at least-- he wasn't abandoned. Just....left alone, after a fire. It still seems a bit early to go back to school at this point, what with no money or knowledge of where exactly things were. Not after so long, at least. Joshua thought to himself, unable to sleep at this rate, his head was always flooded in thought, it was hard to concentrate on not thinking, and sleeping. (The people here keep telling me I should stay here. Yeah, I guess living alone outside is dangerous, and not just because I'm eleven. People can be mean sometimes too, so they're always warning me.) Joshua thought. He exhaled a soft sigh as all the other kids slept. (If you're nice enough to them, they wont be as hard on you though, right?) He thought, questioning himself. (I don't know.) Joshua turned over, cuddled and wrapped in his blanket still, trying to fall into a state of sleep.

 

Blood splattered on the white walls, a goo of.red slowly dripping down each second. But Isaac kept his sense of calmness longer. Someone else, a rather good-looking woman was taken down and onto a bed odf sortas. It tied them down, keeping them from escaping or troublemaking. The lady screamed in utter terror and pain, unheard by all. Isaac lived in an extremely large mansion, the laboratory being in the below basement where no one was heard. The majority of the house was kept rather tidy. The foyer hung its golden chandelier of candles in the center of the room, with a red and gold rug under. The first door lead to the living room, straight ahead from the large brown door was the grey double-door that lead to the living room. There was also a cozy library, a tidy kitchen, quite a few nice but dull and grey bedrooms, and even an attic. The laboratory was mostly white with occasional stained red of blood. The upper basement floor was where he was now, taunting and dissecting the woman. Below, in the lower basement floor was where experiments were held. Machines for genetic engineering and such. Inhuman screeches, yelps, and screams were heard there, all animalistic, and of rage, sorrow, melancholy, and such emotions. The animals begged with as much emotion as a dying human. Isaac would know. These animals were all more than one...in one. Chimeras, if you will. Isaac kept the woman under check. His dagger was placed by her neck as he slowly pulled up the woman's shirt without resistance. "Lovely...simply lovely." He grinned. He spoke in a calm tone, in the voice a scientist would, if that makes sense.

"Truly lovely. I'll keep it for my own." He said. The woman's scream was worse than a banshee's, yelping in complete pain, far worse than a horror movie. Crows in the frontyard heard, flocking away immediately. "Ahahahah HAHAHAHA~~!" Isaac came to madness again, his voice completely different now. Demented, like a demon's, but more fearsome. Sooner than later, the woman stopped screaming. Dead, and in dozens of pieces. "The experiment was a success." Isaac smirked and left upstairs with a demented smile and a bloodied face and shirt. His glasses were stained with red, and a body lied there-- or rather, the body's remains. It was all completely indistinguishable-- cut up and dissected into pieces where the body couldn't be identified. A bloody mess, quite literally.

 

"Tell me, how do you feel? Such betrayal is no satisfactory deal, however, it is no reason to be of such melancholy. Open up your heart to me, I will understand. I have felt this pain you feel now. Talking to me will make you feel better, trust me. Let us begin." Doctor Daniel Zirxes, or Doctor Zirxes, told a lady who had been appointed to the doctor before. This was a psychiatric interrogation room, inside the doctor's own house. The room was purely cream colored along the walls, ceilings, and even carpet floors. The doctor spoke in a calm voice, but still mildly raspy and old. Psychiatry was his thing, and he always had people reveal the truth, even if they don't want to at first. This is how they became vulnerable-- when shrouded by thoughts and standing in awe of their foolishness and unawareness. The lady sat down in a brown chair, in front of Doctor Zirxes on a wood table. "We should start from the beginning, please, what is your name?" The doctor asked the lady. "Diana." She answered. "Ah, yes, Diana, please: we should start. You see, my parents were always so neglective and cruel to me. I never spent a moment of free time with them, as much as I wanted to. They even had a conversation about disowning me. It broke my heart overhearing the talk about such a thing, and I grew even more neglected, until I was finally abandoned. Tell ME now, Diana, what were your parents like?" The doctor asked her. Yes, he told her a brief, yet fake summarization of a life, in order to strike a tad of guilt into her heart. Shed be more carefree now, focusing on the doctor's sadness as she told about her own.

 

"Shh, shh, hush now pretty. You wouldn't want my old wife to hear me chatting with another lady, now would we?" Joe asked somewhat sarcastically to his next victim, tied down and strapped over the mouth as well as she tried screaming. Joe spoke in a deep voice. He didn't stutter, but still talked slow. He kept a butcher knife in his right hand, brushing the girl's face with his left hand. Joe's old wife was a mispronounced saying, supposed to be his late wife-- dead. "Oh, well. I guess she'll just make me wash those damned dishes again. What a chore. I kept telling her to buy paper plates, but she didn't listen." Joe muttered. He dug his knife into the knee of the woman. "Oh, well, I guess. It's nice having someone willing to hear me out. You're a real friend. Other people are pretty damn rude. Oh, well. What can you do?" He muttered again, chopping down at the other knee. "Its been nice talking to you." Joe slashed off both her arms now. The girl stopped screaming, unable to with a lack of blood. "Bye. You'll make a good meal. Your lady parts are big enough to chew on. I finished all the sauces though. Oh, well." Joe finished as he slashed her neck. The pieces were thrown into a hunk of metal in the corner of the room. The place was a butcher shop, closed at this time. This was in the attic. Downstairs was a room where the meat was hung and cut-- the regular meat. Actually, human meat was down there too, for people to buy. Not that the customers knew 'bout it though. Its labeled beef. There's a freezer down there too, preserving all the meats that were going bad. Joe walked to the machine the body parts were thrown in. He turned a crank as he slowly hummed the children song: The Wheels on the Bus go Round. Out came pieces of meat out the machine-- red and in chunks. Yes, a meat grinder.

 

(Five of the six of my characters. Phew. I'm only posting as them all to start out.)

Sora bowed politely. "Thank you for coming to Ame-Chan's Cafe. I hope you had a pleasant time."

The man smiled and bidded farewell as he left, leaving Sora to pick up his plate and drop it off at the counter. She then headed back.

A woman was standing there, maybe late twenties. Beautiful red hair. Amazing green eyes. Pandora Hearts T-shirt and heans. She sported a laptop.

"Konnichiwa. Welcome to Ame-Chan's Cafe." She spoke softly. Sora always did; it was just how she talked. "Would you like a booth or table?"

"Booth." The woman answered.

Leading the woman to an open booth, Sora curtsied. "I am Sora-Chan. I promise to look after you." It was her own little thing. Some followed the script; a few, like herself, Dwayne, and Natsumi would say their own little thing.

"Just coffee please. Black."

Sora curtsied again. "Right away ma'am." She smiled shyly and walked off, her hand always checking every couple minutes for her purse, which was tightened against her lower back. Not if it was there, but moreso to feel the weight of the full-sized Beretta she always carried with her.

Scared? Yep.

Shy? Yep.

Packing a 17 round 9mm semi automatic handgun while wearing an anime inspired maid outift?

Check.

 

 

The girl wanted to scream. But the gag cut into her mouth. And the gun was right there.

Another cut. She felt her stomach flare in pain, excruciating pain. She was crying...then her tormentor bent over. Black hair. Jack Skellington mask.

"Shh. Shh. Don't be afr...actually, fear me." The girl cringed as a finger was dragged down her cheek. "If you cooperate, be good, I might let you live. Ok sweetie? But if you misbehave, I will make your death slow and agonizing."

The girl, of course, nodded frantically.

Himiko smiled, producing her knife again. She pressed the blade to the girl's cheek. "Such a pretty face. Should I? What do you think sweetie? Slice up those pretty cheeks like onions?"

Of course no. So she dragged the blade down carefully, only making a cut half an inch long. "Good girl. Now...I want to hear you scream."

Removing the gag, Himiko rammed the knife into the girl's thigh.

Clear, crisp music. Oh how lovely.

Removing her knife, Himiko replaced the gag. "Good girl. Now while I make sure you don't die from blood loss, just relax. And pray I decide your tummy is all I cut."

With that, Himiko cleaned the cuts on the girl's arms and legs, bandaged them tightly, then sat behind some crates.

"Let her go Himi."

"Screw you."

"Please?"

"No."

"You've killed five. Please Himi. Let her live."

"Then I want Sora."

"She is OFF LIMITS."

The shout echoed. Himiko paused.

"She loses a finger or two. Broken bones. She leaves on a stretcher."

"Fine."

Standing up, Himiko picked up a hammer from her bag. "Hi sweetie. Before I go, we get some more fun!"

The girl started screaming as Himiko started hammering her left leg, humming "I've been working on the railroad."

 

Two broken legs, a few deep cuts, and a broken arm, Himiko left an anonymous type for the cops before climbing into Zion's Inferno Orange Metallic Camaro Coupe (best birthday present from her mom ever) and left...

Leaving Zion to stop in an alleyway, change clothes, and hide them in the trunk before heading to get Sora.

Edited April 4, 201312 yr by Oathkeeper136

Jay had finished tossing out a large garbage bag and leaned on the brick wall to the Asian restaurant he was currently working at. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he pushed his orange hair out of his eyes, and took a breather.

Jay glanced at the flashy sign attached to the building across the Asian restaurant, reading Sacred Heaven apartment complex.

"Hey Jay!" a voice in the building behind him rang. "There's more trash back here."

"Yeah, I decided to take you out last." Jay muttered.

"What was that?" The voice asked.

"I said I'll get right on that." Jay saved himself.

"Aiyaa!" The voice said, drifting off again.

Jay laughed a bit before leaning on the wall again. He could smell the wretched stench of raw meat in the trashcan to the left of him, and at first it disgusted him. But then it brought back memories, of his master, of his acts... And it brought back memories of the taste of human flesh.

Jay slowly backed into the backdoor of the restaurant before he ran into the building.

(I can't let him get to me) Jay thought to himself. (I won't become The Reaper. I won't)

Blake was different. Some might have called Blake insane, others may have said he was demon possessed or even the spawn of Satan himself but one thing was for sure: Blake saw the world around him differently from others. He looked upon the world with a truly terrifying clarity. from a very early age he was able to see things for what they were. He completely understood and accepted the world as a dark place full of hypocrisy and smiles. He knew that those who didn't wear smiles were just too weak to accept these realities and he felt truly sorry for those people. Blake did not hate weakness, not at all. he sometimes wished that he could be as innocent and pathetic as those that he rescued from sadness. He felt something similar to love for his victims, those who proudly wore their misery as a badge of humanity. he respected everyone who was sad and hurt for to him they were truly the innocent. Blake did however hate those who were truly happy "To live in a cesspool such as this and find joy should be a sin, a crime against humanity. We all must suffer, right" he would think as he walked through crowded cities. When Thomas Blake had departed from the world Blake Blue had reached a new level of enlightenment. he felt the cold hands of fate pushing him toward the truly depressed and he believed that the time to act. for the past year he had delivered many of the bewildered to the other side to meet their maker. the one who loved all. But as of late he had pondered as to whether there was more to his mission then just that. he knew of those who had caused much misery but felt none and felt as if they were an abomination. so with the passing of his twentieth birthday he decided to alter his mission slightly. to deliver the wicked to the maw and the broken to the creator.during his last massacre he came across a priest who contented himself in destroying the mental and physical conditions of his younger pupils. He watched as the man would take the innocene of young boys in a way not very different from the way his was taken( if he ever really had any to begin with). he looked at the broken faces of the children as their very joy was being taken from them- sucked out by a tyrannical ruler. at the time he worked as a cook for the monestary and was able to see all. particular the a boy named samuel. samuel was holding on to a smile. this smile truly saddened Blake, who knew what was behind the smile. one da during his break blake was given the oppotunity to speak with sammuel. sammuel walked into the kitchen as Blake was reading to inquire on behalf of the head father as to what the meals would be and to request that the food be delivered to the father in his office. Blake obliged when suddenly sammuel asked Blake for his name."Phillipe desegura" Blake answered."It is a pleasure to meet you phillipe. i am sammuel.""Charmed""Where are you from Phillipe" sammuel asked"Spain"Blake said offhandedly."How can that be when your eyes are as blue as the skies""you ask alot of questions" 'Im sorry its just that you showed up two months ago almost without warning and you have been the talk of the school""oh really""why yes, you are so quiet and humble and mysterious and..."as sammuel continued to go on blake noticed a locket around his neck."What is that around your neck" he asked"it is a necklace my mother gave to me when i was very little. its my most prized possesion in the world""are you and your mother close""i havent seen her in a very long time but when i get out of here i will look for her""you seem hopeful""i am. i know one day i'll find her""thats good. i have faith in you""Thank you phillipe""shouldnt you be doing something sammuel""Oh yes i nearly forgot" he said and began to hurry away. suddenly he stopped and turned back "I hope we can speak with each other again sometime""I'm sure we will" Blake said smiling gentlysatisfied with the answer Samuel ran off cheerfully. Blake's expression quickly changed from kind to saddened. he felt sorry for sammuel who was holding on so desperatly to hope. he had seen many cases of this but never in one so young. sammuel didnt look anywhere over 12. one his age dint need to know the sorrow of holding on. as Blake prepared the dinner he wondered how long he would stay in the monastery as it had been much since he had killed anyone and he hadn't felt the urge to either. things were peaceful if for no other reason than that the misery quieted all the sound. the monastery was truly frieghteningly silent. the pitter patter of the childrens feet had been silenced by a a thick sorrow. the only sounds you could hear were the feet of phillipe that sounded awkward and out of place, Samuel's feet that sound joyous and free and the feet of the head father's which boomed and silenced all. the father was a cruel and strict man who never missed a moment to indulge himself in the finer things leaving his wards with the scraps. as Blake walked down the halls to deliver the food to the head father's office he heard a noise that was unmistakably  the sound of Sammuel's cries. there wasn't a doubt in Blake's mind that the father was having his way with poor SAM. Blake hurried to the door where he was able to catch a Silluoette of the father taking Samuel's innocence. when the father was done he ordered samuell to put his clothes back on and get out but noticed a gloden chain hanging from sammuels pockethe pulled it out and esamined it"what the hell is this" the father orderedsammuel desperately attempted to grab it but the father punched him."ANSWER ME SCUM" The father demanded."it is my mother's necklace" sammuel let out";Do you know your mother"  the priest asked."no we were seperated when i was very young"';I can tell you all about her"; said the priest tauntingly " She was a whore through and through. if there was man alive she wanted him inside of her. after learning however that she had a virus she wanted to devote her life to the lord's work. but once a whore always a filthy dirty whore. she soon became my concubine and we fornicated on a regular basis. but one day the slut became impregnated and as i have no use for a pregnent woman i sent her away. but a year later the stupid whore came back with a little bastard in her arms claiming it was mine. so i did what any father worried about his reputation would do. i killed the dumB WHORE. but i let the child live as i have not the conscience to kill a baby. so i let the brat live. had i known he had such a lovely piece of jewelry i would have pawned it before it could spring such hope in the unsightly brat""LIES" without realizing it sammuel had punched the preist " YOURE JUST A STUPID ;LIAR"outraged, the preist grabbed sammuel's arm and broke it."HOW DARE YOU LAY YOUR FILTHY HANDS ON ME!!"; The preist exploded, grabbing one of his wooden rods. " YOU ARE TRASH" he screamed as he began beating sammuel "YOUR MOTHER WAS TRASH AND YOU ARE TRASH. YOU WILL ALWAYS BE TRASH. YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO LIVE." suddenly his rod broke. still in a blind fury the preist picked up a wooden chair and broke it over sammuel's back. Blake from behind the door cringed as he heard a snapping sound from sammuels back. the sound snapped the preist out of his rage and as he regained his composure he ordered sammuel to crawl back to his room. as the door opened blake hid behind a pillar and watched the poor boy crawl seperately toward his room the pastor glanced outside and went back into his study. blake waited a few minutes and brought the priest his food without a word. then went into sammuel's room.sammuel looked utterly defeated. sammuel seemed to notice Blake and said "what's your real name Phillipe."blake sat near Sammuel.

"It's Blake.""Why did you come hear"

"i'm a savior of sorts""what do you save people from"sadness" Blake saidsilence...."will you save me from my sadness" the young boy asked"......are you sure"

"there is no hope. not since that man has killed the only thing i hold on to.""You will be with her soon child" Blake said. "rest assured that your sadness is finally over"a teardrop came from Sammuel's eye. "thank you.." he said weakly. Blake kissed his forehead and quickly snapped the childs neck. a painless death.....Blake walked over to the priest's room barging in. "how can i help you Phillipe" said the preist sitting behind his desk."did you enjoy your food?" asked Blake."But of course Phillipe you are a fine chef now if that is all please i am very""Good" Blake interrupter "now lets get down to business"" what ever could you mean Phil-""you're a child molester and a murderer""......." the priest was furious but silent Blake continued. "for two months i have watched you destroy the lives of many children to satisfy your sick need and now i will be the hammer of justice that bring you dow- hahahhahahhaahhahahahahahhahahahaha"the priest was confused and demanded "what foolisness is this" 

"Im sorry" Blake stated pushing back tears of laughter" its just i can never take that justice crap seriously, you know. its like I'm the biggest hypocrite ever and i still dont feel like the biggest peice of crap in this room. yeah the irony is killing me. kinda like how i'll be killing you. LOL I'M FREAKIN HILARIOUS ARENT I?"

The pastor  who was pannicking at this point pulled out a gun and shot at Blake but missed. "HAHA I FORGOT TO TELL YOU the food i cooked has somke kind of ummm....... non lethal....... poison........" blake became siilent. then suddenly a look of great excitement grew on his face. in an almost un human fashion he jumped onto the pastors desk knocking the revolver out of his hand and grabbing him by the coller." shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.........They speak......."

"They?!?!??! What the hell are you-" 

BLake pushed the hypocite to the ground and proclaimed " THE VOICES THEY WANT ME TO TORTURE YOU FIRST.... THEY SAY YOU MUST SUFFER ..... SUFFER FOR YOUR TRANSGRESSIONS....." 

Edited April 4, 201312 yr by coolfresh1224

Alexander was twirling his gun around his finger. He was laying across the arms of large chair. Alex was a bit tired of waiting. He had sent about four mobs on a seemingly easy job, in and out of a bank. Easy as hell, right? Apparently not for these morons. It had been twelve hours.Now, he was waiting in the very front of the warehouse the mob most often called home. Finally, the door opened, and a timid man covered in blood came in. "Where have you been?" Alexander yelled from across the room. The man winced, and began to apologize.

"I'm, uh sorry Mr. Dante. We set off the alarm, and the cops came, and there was a big firefight, and" Alexander rolled his eyes.

"Never mind that! Where's the cash?" The man looked down in shame. Not a good sign.

"I was the only one who made it out alive Mr. Dante. I couldn't get none of the money." A gun went off in the warehouse, the sound echoing throughout the building.

"You want something done right, you've got to do it yourself." Alexander muttered, cocking back his pistol. He started out for the bank.

Akito knocked the thug to the side. "Get out of here!" He said to the victimized girl. She ran off. As the thug reached for the gun at his side, Akito's sword was already our. It was imbedded in his stomach by the time his hand touched it.

 

"Who... Who are you?" The thug asked.

 

Akito pulled out his sword. "I'm here to help." The thug fell to the ground dead. He sheathed his sword and sighed. "I could use some nourishment right now." He picked up the fallen thug's gun. "I might need this too, cursed modernization. I miss the days where things were settled with the sword." He made the short walk to the local, anime-themed cafe and stepped inside.

"I have forgotten my pain medications, again, it seems." Jade murmured, rubbing his temples a few times. He sat on a rather uncomfortable bench, waiting for a bus to whisk him away to his dreadfully boring programming job. Jade looked around at the others besides him, snorting once.

It seems no one here shares any speck of redeeming intelligence. He thought, smirking to himself as he pushed his glasses farther up his nose. For a twenty-year-old, Jade was rather intelligent. Too smart, some may say.

 

The bus finally arrived, a few joyful murmurs coming from the crowd as the group of people began to congregate around the entrance, having no will to keep anything orderly-- just one big mass of people that made it near impossible to get a good seat.

Jade smiled at them all, somehow reveling in it all. Continuing to smile in the most suspicious of ways, he boarded the bus.

As the red-haired Pandora Hearts lady was delivered her coffee, the door opened. Sora swiftly walked over, smiling shyly and bowing.

"Konnichiwa. Welcome to Ame-Chan's Cafe. Table or booth sir?" She asked politely, her soft voice easily heard despite the background noise. The cute maid clasped her hands in front of her, arms in a V.

 

Zion felt a bit sick...then realized it wasn't time to get Sora.

So she went home to wash the clothes and probably throw up.

Zion hated Himiko.

This curse.

"Not your fault sweetie."

Zion scowled into the rear-view mirror. She...just wanted this to end really.

Himiko...she wanted Himiko to die.

Ritzo sat relaxed on a bar stool in his favorite pub, two empty cups beside him and a third one, half full, in his hand. He checked his watch. His "date" would be getting here any moment, and he couldn't be more antsy. Suddenly, the door swung open and in walked a very attractive looking woman, dressed casually yet obviously trying to look good for him. Ritzo smiled as she walked in. "Hey there good-looking, thought you'd never make it!" Ritzo said as she took a seat next to him. She grinned back and put her purse on the bar counter. Ritzo raised his hand to the bartender. "Can you get my lovely lady here a drink? Something that matches her... good looks." The bartender nodded and reached under the counter, pulling out a nozzle and filling a cup up with a golden substance that had a strong smell. As he was putting the nozzle back in its place, he reached his hand in his pocket and secretly poured a small dose of a similar looking substance in the cup. He gave the drink to the lady and she started downing it joyfully. Ritzo and the girl were there for about an hour, talking and flirting, when the lady said, "Let's go back to my place, I wanna show you something." Ritzo smiled and replied, "With pleasure." They stood up and left the building together, but as Ritzo was leaving, he looked back at the bartender and nodded sternly. They managed to drive back to the woman's house safely, and she led him upstairs to the bedroom. She flopped on the bed and urged Ritzo to come closer seductively, Ritzo following her lead. They were both on the bed, and Ritzo began to kiss her. Secretly though, he moved his hand to his pocket and grabbed a needle, tipped in green. Suddenly, he brought it up and stabbed her in the neck, and the woman shrieked in pain. She fell off the bed to the ground, convulsing and continuing to shriek. Ritzo grabbed the bed sheet, covered it over his hand, put it over her mouth and nose, she struggling but not strong enough to resist. A few moments later, she stopped moving and Ritzo spoke, "Sorry my dear, but you were just too much of a pretty penny to pass up." Ritzo tidied up the place then left the girl in the place he'd killed her, then walked out of the house calmly and collected. The substance the bartender had put in the drink earlier, was a compound of an alcoholic beverage that wasn't dangerous with exception to raising your blood alcohol level to an extreme high. However, Ritzo had injected her with another substance that, when reacting with that other specific poison, caused very harmful effects. It wouldn't have killed her, but Ritzo finished her off while she was vulnerable. It masked itself as an alcoholic substance rather than a poison, and to the authorities, all this would appear as a bad case of alcohol poisoning, nothing more, nothing less. Ritzo smirked to himself at a job well done and left to collect the rest of his money. He'd have to split some of it with the bartender though, unless you know... he happened to die too.

Edited April 4, 201312 yr by Master Juan

"Table, thanks." Akito smiled. He followed the adorable little hostesses to his seat. "Can I get a menu and some water?" He asked.

Sora led him to a table by the window, then curtsied. "I am Sora-Chan. I promise to look after you."

Smiling shyly, she placed a menu in front of him, then left and returned with the water.

"Is there anything else you would like sir?" She asked softly. "We have a new special today - Anime Toast Sandwhich. The toast is formed into the shape of an anime boy or girl - you choose which. On it is ham, turkey, lettuce, tomato, and mayo. We also have soup - chicken noodle and today we have miso soup." She slipped a small notebook from a small pocket in her uniform and waited politely.

Seeing a new customer, Jay ran out from behind the counter in uniform.

He turned behind to Sora "Sorry, I know I'm just a temp, but I gotta take a break from those trash fumes in the back, you can take off if you like I'll cover your shift I could use the extra cash anyways." He told her. "Or stay and help me if you want." Either way was fine with Jay, he just needed to get away from those rotten meat fumes. He had to forget about his master. Before his greatest fears would come to fruition.

Edited April 4, 201312 yr by VIIth Angel

Sora gave a small yelp of surpise, jumping a bit. She started to stutter, but managed to calm down.

"I-I'll h-help you...s-since you-you're new."

She stepped back, hands over her notebook, arms again forming a V in front of her. She smiled shyly again, letting Jay try.

 

 

Zion parked and stepped out of her Camaro, finally home.

"Good thing they're not home yet..." she said sadly, grabbing her bloody clothes and running inside.

Jay smiled, and took the notebook, pulling out a pen from his uniform (a butler outfit). He winked at Sora before attending to the costumer.

"Alright, what can I get you?" Jay asked.

"I think I'll munch on some anime guy's head." Akito said. He couldn't help but chuckle. Despite the outward expressions of positive feelings, Akito was rather suspicious of this other guy. Something seemed off... He would have to make sure to keep an eye on him. His sword may seem like a harmless cosplay accessory, but it was sharpened and able to kill. But only if necessary.

Jay gulped at Akito's comment.

(How dare he joke about cannibalism?) Jay thought, gritting his teeth. (Who does he think he is? Does he realize who I am.)

He balled his fists, but snapped out of it when he dropped the notebook.

(Of course he doesn't know, what am I doing?)

"I'm sorry, I..." Jay muttered. "I have to go. I'm so sorry."

Jay ran behind the counter, quickly dressed in his regular clothing, and left the cafe, running to the Sacred Heavens Apartments and sat against the wall of the complex, hitting his head against the wall.

(My episodes don't happen this close together. My psychosis is getting worse. My heartbeat is racing, signs of insanity showing imminent.) Jay was very analytical about everything, even when he was panicking. (Chances of me becoming like my master.... Extremely huge.)

He looked above him as the Sacred Heavens sign shone it's neon light into Jay's eyes.

(What am I gonna do?) He asked himself in his head, breathing heavily.

"Bored, Bored, Bored, Bored Bored...." Kuroko complained over and over again, rolling around on the top, carpeted floor of a home she had pretty much invaded, ruining the lives of the ones whom lived there about three days ago.

She looked up to the three jars of ash on a table. She was laying on her stomach, staring at the jars. Grabbing the jar with the most ashes.

"I can't believe I burned them so easily and soundlessly..." She said, standing up she about tripped.

Kuroko spilled the ashes on the table, soon playing with the ashes.

"I wonder whom will find these..." She smiled.

rose sat in class and sighed." todays the day i go out and find him right brother" she mumbled to herself.she looked at the sketch she made of a heart with lots of stitchs in it." wow rose have you turned suicidal alreay it's only been 4 years since they died" a class mate said snatching up rose's arm revealing lots of cut marks. it actually wasn't her it was her cousin's cat. pulling her arm away rose stood up and left the classroom.checking for her pistol she left to get on the bus back to her mom's apartment.when she got there she flung her bag in her room put a bigger shirt on put her pistol in one of her pockets she left the house in search for a cafe she found last week."  it was a anime cafe and there was some really nice people so i really want to check it again" rose said.

A girl of 17,marched up onto the bus, panting. She was quite tired. She had slept in,again. This was one of Sun's bad habit's. The only one really. Ever since the day not so long ago she had the hardest time sleeping. Sun wasn't very happy about life right now,but at least she was alive. She was happy to live she really was,but that didn't make her miss her family any less. She found a seat with some guy. "I'm very sorry." She said,it just so happened it was the only seat without two people.

"Hmm?" Jade murmured, looking next to him. A girl had begun to sat next to him, apologizing greatly for taking up room.

"Oh no no, it's alright. There are no seats left, anyway." Jade said, putting on a sly smile. "My name is Jade, by the way." Jade then stated, pushing up his glasses again-- the accessory making his eerily blue eyes shine.

"What is yours, if I may ask?" Jade asked, smiling to himself.

She seems very anxious. She obviously also shows signs of naivety. Jade sighed. This might be interesting.

(((Lol. Nver thought the cafe would be this used infos:

 

Ame-Chan's is like a starbucks, but anime characters are everywhere. The waitresses, waiters, etc are dressed as anime characters, or butlers and maids. The manager is named Jacob and he comes to work in a KH2 Sora cosplay. The assisstant manager is named Ariana and comes to work dressed as Yoshika from Strike Witches.. There are a lot of diff cosplays so go ahead and name a few it also has Free WiFi! Only Sora and the manager have guns; otherwise only a few knives for opening packages or cutting toast or the like.))

 

Sora blushed at the wink, then again gave a jump at him running. She carefully retrieved her notebook.

"Anime Toast Sandwhich. Anything else sir?" She asked politely, pen poised.

 

Zion sat in the shower, letting the water beat down on her as she cried.

She wanted Himiko gone.

Why wouldn't she go away?

"I -"

"Tell daddy and I make sure Sora's death is slow, agonizing, and painful. Very painful. Excrutiatingly painful."

Zion went silent as the water beat down on her huddled form.

Edited April 5, 201312 yr by Oathkeeper136

rose walked in to the cafe and smiled seeing how she remembered to bring her wallet and miny clay keyblade." ahh the ame-chan cafe is so cool" she silently said waiting.again she checked to make sure she still had her pistol and ammo in the gun.checking both those off her list of "making sure" she looked around again. she saw so many cool cosplays here and she wished she could work here after school since she did all her homework at school during her free time." maybe i can ask sme one who works here how old you have to be to work here since mom is doing poorly on finding a good paying job i could help her out and still have tons of fun" she whispered pulling her clay keyblade out.rose had it on her necklace that her brother gave her for her 11th birthday.it was the last thing he gave her since she complained on her 12th birthday she was to old to get gifts for her birthday so it was her prized possesion and if anythin ghappened to it she wouldn't stop looking for it till she found it.looking around again she smiled at all the wonderful cosplays.

Ritzo slammed the door shut, and plopped down on his bed, counting the full stack of cash. This hotel he was staying in was nice, but he knew he couldn't stay here forever... Two assassinations in one day... one more and it'd be a new record! He'd been up throughout the night and into the morning, but he wasn't tired. He needed to get something to eat, now. He sighed and got up off his bed, put the money in his pocket, felt the guns and knifes hidden in his jacket, and took an elevator down to the lobby and exited the hotel. He looked around for a while, until he came upon a smaller, odd looking building. An anime cafe..... that was unusual but... he'd seen weirder  He entered it and stood at the entrance, waiting to be seated.

rose looked at the boy thatjust entered and jumped." hello sir" she said hiding the necklace.she thought he looked familer but she couldn't place it she probably never would but whatever.rose looked around once more then sighed." so have you been here before sir it's a really neat place you'll probably like it alot" she whispered scared out of her mind.she glanced at the people sitting down and sighed." i hope i can work here it seems like so much fun and i do have that one closet cosplay at home i might be able to make it work" she thought.

Akito sensed something wrong with the other waiter's disappearance. "You know what," he started, "I must be going, sorry for your time." He left a small tip on the table as he grabbed his sword, got up, and exited the restaurant. He went to track him down.

 

(Don't want to go back and read where exactly he went so... you can just post Akito's arrival if you're okay with him showing up, kay, Angel?)

Blake looked at his work. the priest hung from the ceiling from his feet. "how do you like the view up there father?"  the side of the priests face had been singed by the flames from the fireplace and he looked both worn and apprehensive of the maniac in front of him. Blake held in his hands one of the priest's rods. "now its time for your punishment" Blake said and began to beat the priest mercilessly with the rod. the sound of wood hitting damp flesh and the agonizing screams of the priest filled the halls of the silent monastery. When Blake had his fill he removed the cloth from the priest's  mouth. " YOU.......you will be punished....... god will punish .........you" the priest let out.

"bahhahahahahhahaha i catholic priest who rapes little boys condenms the serial killer who's punishing him  ISNT THAT I R O N I C I R O N I C I R O N I C. i'm going to kill you now. but before you reach the maw  i'll give you a secret. i bet youre wondering what i am and what is going on. i have killed all the children here with poison.... why you might ask.... i dont know.... these voices.......the VOICES... they commanded me to ....now do you want to know how i will PUNISH you" Blake polled out a knife from his pocket and began to make thin cuts in the skin of the priests arms and made the shape of an "x" on the priest's stomach. "you'd bleed out by morning under normal circumstances but i am merciful. if you can untie yourself and get out before this place is burnt sky high i will let you live." Blake unearthed his backpack and in it there was a few bombs and a kerosene lamp. he carefully taped the bombs to the priest and then place the lamp under him. he then poured gasoline around the entire room." so if you make it out alive of here before i can blow this place up i'll spare you" Blake said lighting a cigarette and taking a drag. "ready.... go!" he dropped the cigarette and jumped out of the window. the room was set ablaze. Blake ran as quickly as he could into the mexican countryside until he was clear of the blast radius. after catching his breath he rejoiced "yeah he's definetly dead guys..." blake suddenly saw the silhouette of a man on fire crawling out of the monastery. pulled a detonator out of his bag. " well you seem to have miraculously survived.... WELL ITS A GOOD THING I DONT HAVE ANY HONOR" he yelled and clicked the detonator blowing the pastor and the monastery sky high........

 

 

Blake walked through the city where he saw a maid cafe and and an appartment complex named sacred heaven....

Blake was happy to be in a more civilized place and wondered if there were any in this city who needed deliverence to the maker. he had grown fond of the idea of helping those who needed his help whether they were aware of the need or not. He had also grown fond of arson and wondered if he could burn an entire city to the ground. all lhe knew was that he was ready for whatever happened next