Post by scriptedauthor90 on Jan 16, 2013 19:33:03 GMT -5
The City of Progress was known to have one of the lowest crime rates in Valoran, which was due entirely to the efforts of the Sheriff of Piltover. However, the champion named Caitlyn couldn't possibly be everywhere at once. And it is for this exact reason that she could never have hoped to prevent the most recent murder under the gleaming light of the moon within one of the darkest alleys of Piltover.
The pool of red glistened with a beauty only the perpetrator could appreciate. As the shadowy figure stood over its work, it admired the sheer brutality with which the rapidly paling body of a young Piltovian woman had been disposed. The foolish young lady had naively believed she could run once her predator had set his eyes upon her, and much to the contrary he had actually enjoyed the chase as he eagerly anticipated with each passing second the moment when his blade would carve into her flesh and deprive her of the light with which she vivaciously lived.
Through the narrow paths that the alleyways created she ran, with the sinister phantom trailing not too far behind. She had almost gotten away. Almost. But to no avail. For when the Bloodmist Slasher marked you as his prey, there was nothing you could do to escape. Death was virtually a guarantee, and the longer you remained beyond his grasp the more you fed his urge to spill the blood of the innocent. The woman was fair, as well, matching the traits that most of the killer's victims possessed. Young, beautiful, and frail were the most alluring characteristics that he looked for. Her dainty frame laid limp upon the ground, illuminated ethereally by the Luna high above. Her murderer grinned deviously as he stared down at her, admiring his own handiwork.
Thirty-five minutes. That was how long it took him to reach her. No more, no less. And it was all too satisfying when his blade cut into her flesh, rending her throat and slashing her jugular for a quick and efficient death. The weapon, still held in his right hand, dripped with her blood, gleamed in the silver lighting. A straight edge razor that men might use to shave, though its proportions more exaggerated.
"Oh, Olivia. You were such an amazing little mouse, but you simply couldn't elude the cat forever...."
His voice was soft, just barely that of a young male adult's. The upper half of his face was hidden in a shadow that was unnatural, almost supernaturally generated. His skin was pale, gray, not at all that of a human. His garments were black, his coat with five tails. He was an elegant shadow revealed in the moon lit night, an enigmatic force that almost violated his surroundings with his very presence. And so he faded away into the shadows of the alley, his work done, and disappeared into the night to seek out his next victim...
Saucy Jack was on the prowl in Piltover this fine night, ready to carve out a path of blood and death unlike any they had ever seen before....
((As another deranged, knife wielding assassin, I feel it is my duty to participate in this RP.)) Shaco looked over the City of Progress with a feeling of jealousy. Someone had killed a citizen of Piltover in a midnight murder, and forgot to invite him! An activity like this would not go down well in Shaco's book. Shaco frowned as he examined the body of the young woman.
Such an amateur... he thought as he licked the blood off of his right hand glove. He forgot to hide the body...and to spray paint the victim's face like a clown as soon as their pulse stopped. Shaco did not want to admit this, but Caitlyn was not one to toy with. She had single handedly kept down the crime rate of Piltover, and nobody was trying to stop her. Shaco didn't want to mess with that kind of person. However, a murderer in Piltover changed things.
Shaco liked challenges, and he wasn't about to pass the one up. He took out his shivs, and began to look for the murderer. "The game begins..." He whispered, and then laughed maniacally.
Post by scriptedauthor90 on Jan 16, 2013 21:06:18 GMT -5
{{ Hello, Shaco! You're a rather unexpected participant, so for your sake I'll keep this going! }}
A few minutes had passed since he had struck down the poor woman he left for dead. The Stranger in black had returned to the main streets, hiding his weapon back within the recesses of his elaborate trenchcoat. His grin spread from ear to ear as he passed by many unsuspecting citizens of Piltover; men and women of various shapes and sizes, all seemingly too concerned with their nightly schedules to bother with a clearly out of place faceless figure just strolling about their fine city this night.
It didn't really bother him, though. He knew all too well someone would find the corpse. The Bloodmist Slasher was completely unconcerned with disposing of the bodies he left in his wake, as that would defeat the purpose of his work. He licked his lips as he eagerly eyed his surroundings, looking for his next victim. He had placed a lot of distance between himself and the scene of his crime, only so that he could keep the authorities too busy to get in his way before he next struck. He wasn't even certain if he would take another life this night. Perhaps some moderation would do him some good so early in his 'career.' It wouldn't do to attract too much attention to himself so soon, after all.
"Oh, how I yearn for this feeling....The feeling of leading hapless fools astray. The feeling of absolute dread as a cadaver is found and the people are put on high alert for the killer...." He mused to himself, quietly, so that only he could hear what he was saying.
Shaco ran across the rooftops of the city, searching for a possible suspect of the murder. Even though it was late at night, many people were still out and about, and the gleaming city lights illuminated the busiest streets of Piltover. Shaco couldn't see any of the police force patrolling the city. Most of them were probably sound asleep in their warm beds, and the ones that were on duty were most likely playing cards at the station. If they had already found the body, they weren't doing a good job of tracking down the murderer.
At last, Shaco spotted him. A man in a black trench coat was strolling casually through the thick crowd. He seemed so cool and collected, as if he didn't just murder a woman in cold blood. He didn't have any visible weapons, but he had made a rookie mistake. The Jester could clearly see dried blood on the man's dark colored gloves.
Hmmm... Shaco wondered who this mysterious man was. He certainly wasn't Talon, he didn't have any reason to commit a random murder in Piltover. Nor was he any of the other infamous Noxian assassins that Shaco recognized. No, the murderer Shaco was dealing with was from somewhere else...somewhere unknown.
"Let's see what this little mouse has in store for me next..." Shaco said out loud, however, the dense noise of the crowd made Shaco's statement inaudible, even to himself.
Post by scriptedauthor90 on Jan 16, 2013 23:48:25 GMT -5
As inconspicuously as possible, the Stranger moved onward. His demeanor was calm, collected, utterly devoid of fear or worry. His expression, what little of it that could be seen at least, showed not an ounce of concern. He walked with his arms in clear view, which meant his gloves could also be seen in the lights from the street and buildings he passed. If one of the citizens looked carefully, they might see the faintest hint of fresh blood on his gloves.
Bobbing and weaving between people, the Bloodmist Slasher made his way along the sidewalk as he remained aware of his surroundings. And then he saw her. A beautiful young lady with a fair complexion, her frame petite and fragile. He licked his lips eagerly as he closed the distance between them. Second by second. She was just a few yards ahead of him, seemingly in a hurry. How fortunate for him, the thrill from his previous kill had yet to settle and he was ready to go again. He trailed her, his fingers itching with the anticipation of holding his razor, to carve into her flesh and carve lovely little scars into her pretty little neck.
He cackled softly to himself as he pursued her, making sure not to gain her notice. When he closed enough distance he suddenly grabbed her by the arm and pulled aside, into the dark alleyways, pushing her against the wall while pressing his other hand over her mouth to muffle her cries.
"Listen, my dear. Here is how things are going to go. You are going to run for your life, for when I catch up to you it will be forfeit...." He whispered ominously to her, his grin sickening the poor girl to her stomache. "Running to the authorities will do you no good, I'm afraid, so don't even think about it. Just run, run as fast as you can, as far as your little feet can take you, for I have chosen to make you my next little mouse, you see. Now..." And then he released her, at which point she screamed for help and ran back to the street, out in the open. But it would do her no good. He already designated her as his next victim. He would find her no matter where she went. And it was with this that his second game of 'Cat and Mouse' of the night began....
The Jester continued to monitor the man's actions. He was moving through the crowd, fast enough to get where he wanted to go, but not too fast as to alert suspicion. Again, the authorities had yet to show. Eventually, the body would be found, but Shaco was surprised that it had gone unnoticed for such a long period of time. After all, Piltover had the lowest crime rate in all of Valoran. One would think their police would be more active, especially during the nighttime.
Shaco focused his attention back on the man, who was moving slightly faster through the crowd. He wondered why the assassin had accelerated so quickly, but his question was answered within a matter of seconds. Shaco saw her, the young pretty lady.
The next target. He began to follow her movement, then, in one fluid motion, the man grabbed the lady and disappeared into a nearby alley.
"Blast!" Shaco cursed under his breath. He was about to follow them, but the lady ran out of the alleyway while crying out for help. The man must have threatened her, or maybe even blackmailed her. Whatever he did, the emotion on fear was clear on her young face.
Shaco grinned. The murderer was smart. He had expected the woman to call the authorities so that they could tighten security, making this game more challenging.
What the man didn't realize was that there was a third king in this game of chess. And this king would strike before the other two could call him on cheating.
Post by scriptedauthor90 on Jan 17, 2013 23:17:50 GMT -5
She ran. She ran as fast and as far as her legs could carry her. Her weak, human, feminine legs. She was in hysterics. Her chest heaved from a combination of adrenaline and terror. She was scared. She was desperate. She was being chased. She could feel his presence not too far behind her. She didn't want to die. She couldn't die. She had to get to help. She disregarded his warning. She ran to the only place she knew that could help her.
It was now in sight, just several blocks away. The Police Department. She knew one of Piltover's finest could help her. To keep her safe from the maniac who was closing in. IF she could just get to it. It wasn't far now. She was almost there. She ran for dear life. Her very soul was at stake. If she didn't reach the department in time, she would die. She knew this. She didn't doubt the man's words. She knew he spoke truth. The instant he reached her she would be struck down, her vitality brought to an end.
Two more blocks. She was almost there. She was tired and scared, and she was now sweating in the cool night air. But her hopes and spirits were high. She knew that if she got to the department she would be safe. That maniac wouldn't dare commit a crime before the very best law enforcement that the City of Progress had to offer. She could make it. As long as she kept this pace, she would elude him.
Just one more block to go. She was there. She could feel the sanctity of the Police Department already. She was almost there. It was growing closer.....and closer....and closer....Not too far off now. She could see it in clear view! She was right across the street from it now! She made it! She did it! She was safe! She had evaded that maniac who wanted her life with every ounce of his being! The doors were right in front of her! She just had to reach forward and pull them open, then she could enter and...
"GOTCHA!"
But it was not enough. An unnatural mist had settled in behind her, which could only be assumed to have been the Stranger's doing. It was thick and menacing, not doing a thing to obscure the malice of the very man himself. Her fingers brushed the handle of the door to the precinct, but she had frozen in her tracks. Her eyes widened, and gradually dimmed, as her assumed sanctuary faded to black. She gasped and gurgled, trying desperately in vain to breathe the fresh air....but to no avail. Her throat had been slashed. The man's knife edge had cut deeply into her jugular in one swift but flawless motion, the sort of manner a professional killer would have. The crimson liquid spilled gratuitously from her fatal wound, staining her dress a deep red to match its contents. The mist surrounded her, turning a similar color, as she caught a glimpse of her killer's grinning face in the reflection upon the glass doors, just before she fell into the cold darkness of death.
The Stranger's form was mostly obscured by the crimson mist, the presence of which caused many of Piltover's fine citizens who happened to be taking a nightly stroll to flee in terror. It didn't take long for the veil of crimson to gradually fade away into nothing, leaving nothing but the young Piltovian's corpse behind. The murderer himself was nowhere to be found, now. It would seem that he disappeared along with the grim fog, leaving not one shred of evidence of his presence and involvement. Like a Drifting Phantom that could be neither here nor there....
Shaco observed the girl from a perch of a nearby building. She was running as fast as her tiny legs could carry her. Shaco knew that she wouldn't make it, the murderer was way too professional to let her slip away like that. However, he did not expect how the woman would be executed.
She was so close, too. Just a few feet away from the station, and she would be safe. Shaco stroked his chin in wonder. He was beginning to believe that she would survive, when the crimson mist materialized behind her. In less then a heartbeat, the lady's throat was cut, and the mist had disappeared. Shaco's eyes widened, but he didn't say anything. His assumptions about this man were true. This was no ordinary serial killer he was dealing with.
This murderer was not human.
Shaco leaped down from the awning on the house to examine the woman's body. There was no trace of the strange mist to be found. Just the slash across the throat, and an ordinary pool of blood. "Fascinating..." Shaco muttered to no one in particular. Suddenly, the door to the station creaked open, and an adolescent officer walked out of the building. He yelped in surprise when he saw Shaco and the corpse of the young woman.
His short amount of training he had received kicked in. "Freeze right there!" he shouted, his voice cracking on the word "right" Shaco began to protest. "Officer, this is all a big misunderstanding... You see..." Shaco began, but was interrupted by a veteran officer.
"What is the meaning of-AH!" the veteran exclaimed. After looking at the pool of blood, he turned to Shaco. "Jester, you're coming with me. And you." He gestured towards the younger officer. "You deserve a promotion!" the veteran exclaimed, patting the kid on the back. "Gee, thanks!" the teenager replied, his voice cracking once again.
"Lousy police force..." Shaco muttered. An unknown, supernatural murderer was on the loose, and Shaco had to spend that time in jail. He sighed, only to be whacked on the back of the head with the veteran's baton. "Quiet! Save your moping for the judge." The veteran announced, but Shaco was already unconscious.
Post by scriptedauthor90 on Jan 18, 2013 0:16:52 GMT -5
"Kehehehehehehe....That's check, my fine fellow..."
The Stranger muttered to himself as he observed the predicament that the Demon Jester had to go through due to the murder. He almost didn't believe it at first, though he saw the truth when the masked harlequin had dropped down to examine his latest victim. Their positions were now in reverse, with Shaco having gone in closer to the ground the phantasmal murderer had taken to the rooftop of the building across from the precinct to observe the reaction of the police force to having a corpse bleeding out on the ground in front of their headquarters.
"Though I can't help but feel a bit honored that one of the Champions of the League had followed me, I can't even fathom how you were doing so. How intriguing."
The Stranger's grin continued to take center stage on his otherwise featureless face, his arms folded across his chest as he looked down at the equally murderous clown, who was confronted by a rookie officer first, then a veteran shortly after, and knocked out to be brought in for questioning. It didn't take much longer for several more officers to emerge, with forensics experts beginning to prepare the scene of the crime.
Jaques now wondered how those other champions, the Sheriff Caitlyn, and the Enforcer Vi, would be feeling about now....
{{ Bloody good show, my fellow slayer of innocents. This game is becoming more and more interesting, the only thing amiss would be our star pair of officers! }}
Last Edit: Jan 18, 2013 0:18:46 GMT -5 by scriptedauthor90
Clank. The unpleasant sound of metal hitting metal reverberated through the small cell. The officer exited the room, leaving Shaco by himself until he was to be interrogated.
Ugh. Shaco thought to himself. The Jester despised jail cells. Dim lights, small, enclosed rooms, uncomfortable beds, expired meals. Plus, the freedom Shaco was so used to having was now majorly restricted. He slammed his fist against the rough stone wall,gaining nothing but a bruised hand.
He thought back to the murderer. Where was he from? How did he kill so many people with that strange power of his? Why would he kill those people? And, in Shaco's mind, the most important question of them all.
What was he?
He might have been able to get those questions answered if he wasn't in a cell right now. Shaco sighed, then scratched one tally mark into the cell wall, wincing as a squealing noise sent shivers down his spine, and dealt severe damage to his fingernail.
((Agreed. I can't wait to see how this one turns out! :D))
Post by scriptedauthor90 on Jan 18, 2013 1:43:40 GMT -5
{{ I will try not to disappoint, my good Outlaw! }}
Did he feel any remorse for Shaco possibly being pinned for his crimes? Well, if he did the Stranger wouldn't show it, as his grin hid any emotions he might still possess. He wasn't human in the least, that was the only certainty, and the manner in which he slew the innocent was far from contemporary. Either way, he didn't stick around to validate anything about his methods. Instead, he took to the rooftops to scout out more victims.
Was two enough to satisfy his desire for blood and death? Not in the least. He had no intention of slowing down now. His only purpose was to kill and remove the light of life from the world, which he viewed as belonging only to Death itself. He, who in life had not been blessed with the gift of giving life, had taken to bringing death instead. Initially he had started out with little, if nothing, and had to improvise. The times were far simpler then, and more immersed in magic than the current era. The Rune Wars had not escalated as far, as his former self had had the fortune to have been born near the end of the Second Rune War.
Oh how naive he had once been. How misguided and novice. He was so full of life and optimism, until he had discovered he couldn't bear children. Having been diagnosed with a rare magical affliction which rendered him infertile, he had been so devastated at the thought that he would be unable to pass on his genes to another generation. Having been the last of his family, his lineage would end with him and he would be lost to the ages. He had felt as though he had lost everything. That he had been cursed by some unknown person or force that despised him or his family.
He still remembered his first victim. Oh, how beautiful she was. She was the pride of the young town. She was beloved by all the townsmen, having been endowed generously by her birth - her face was a model of beauty, her body the envy of all the women, her lips were lush and ripe, and she had the perfect hips for rearing children. Every man desired her, and she knew this fact. Oh how he hated her for purposely leading men along, just to satisfy her avarice. Top quality food, the most fashionable robes, more wealth and favors than one could ever dream of. She was the first to be preyed upon by the 'Misty Night Slasher', and he was all too satisfied to carve his simple knife deep into her throat, killing her quickly while causing her to suffer all the same.
He had hidden behind a small smile when he greeted the courier who brought the news to him that the beloved maiden of the town had been discovered dead in the morning, for he had done the deed and nobody would know. And it was in this way that he fashioned himself into a serial killer, one who would designate certain women as his victims whom he would stalk during the night when the mist settled in before going in for the kill! For it was all he ever knew. There was no alternative for the one who could not give life....
The door to Shaco's cell slowly creaked open, the noise the door made was comparable to a broken record player as it swung on its rusty hinges. Shaco instantly stood up straight. He was going to get interrogated.
Finally, something eventful. Shaco remarked to himself as he was being escorted by two officers to the interrogation room. What if he was questioned by Vi? Oooh, what a fun experience that would be. Hopefully he wouldn't be permanently embedded into the police station walls by the time she finished questioning him. Or, if he was lucky, he could be questioned by Caitlyn herself! Imagine the sheriff's face when she walked in and was forced to question The Demon Jester himself. The thought of that was so amusing to Shaco that he giggled out loud. He stopped when the two officers stared at him like he was Cho'Gath when he hadn't feasted on anything.
Shaco was ushered into the interrogation room, to be greeted by a generic looking police officer ready to question him. Shaco sighed, and sat down in the chair across from him, ready to be questioned. However, without a champion he knew questioning him, this would be a lot more boring.
"So, what is the suspects name?" the officer asked, like he was actually interested in the questioning, unlike Shaco. The clown sighed. "Nautilus" he uttered, clearly unamused. He started to stare at a tiny crack in the wall. After a few seconds, he realized that the officer didn't question Shaco's answer. Instead, he asked the next question.
"How old is the suspect?" the officer asked intently. Shaco decided that a chance like this could not be passed up. "12" Shaco answered, with a snicker. The officer didn't question Shaco's highly strange answer, and still wrote it down on the paper. Shaco tried not to laugh, and covered his mouth with his hand, giggling under his breath.
"What is the suspect's place of birth?" the officer questioned, still unfazed about Shaco's last two answers. "The Void." Shaco answered, trying really hard not to burst out laughing. If the officer didn't have any reaction to this, he would be really surprised. Just as he expected, the officer moved on with the next question without a care in the world.
At the end of 15 minutes of questioning, the gullible officer had believed that Shaco was in the middle of the ocean at the time of the murder, that his reason for the murder was because he had a tummy ache, and his past criminal record involved two incidents with Skarner, Maokai, and a LOT of alcohol. Shaco could barely contain his laughter. Maybe being arrested wasn't such a bust after all. Shaco thought to himself, then answered the next question, as amusing as always.
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