Post by scriptedauthor90 on Jan 18, 2013 23:05:39 GMT -5
"Now, now, don't be afraid...."
His soft voice feigned kindness as he spoke to his third victim of the night, having come across her about a mile away from the police station. She was, as all the others, quite a remarkable young beauty, her features very similar to those that had fallen before her. She, too, was terrified and hysterical as the Stranger pressed her against the wall, his shadowed face just centimeters from her own as he covered her mouth to keep her from drawing too much attention. Not that there was anyone around to help her, anyhow.
"You should feel honored, my dear. You've been selected amongst all the other women in this pitiful town full of bags of fleshy trash."
He cackled quietly, maliciously as he leered at her with no visible eyes, though it was clear that he could see her perfectly well. His grin terrified her. It sent chills up and down her spine how effortlessly he maintained that grotesque facsimile of an expression on his dark face, despite the lack of effort in hiding his true intentions.
"I've decided to grace this little city with my presence, to play a little game if you will. To see how long it takes for the authorities to track me down, and to see how many lives must be brought to an end before we reach an exciting climax where I must defend myself against the little piggies in uniform. You will just be another pretty smear on the pavement, when I'm through with you, and I assure you that I will make it oh so painful!"
The mist seemed to come out of nowhere, then, as it materialized suddenly and began to envelope them both. The poor girl could do nothing as the crimson vapor seeped over her own frame, obscuring her abductor's form save for that wicked grin on his face. And it felt as though their time together lasted for an eternity. It was too dark to see, but she was certain that the Stranger was aware of their surroundings. She felt the blade pierce her flesh over, and over, and over again. A slow, deliberate process as he purposely forced her to experience unbearable pain and agony. He laughed and cackled maliciously as he went about his work, dragging his knife along her flesh, digging into the tissue past the skin to inflict as much trauma as possible.
The torment never seemed to end. Even when he seemed to stop for a moment or two, he would just resume all too earnestly. He seemed to delight in her pain and misery, as her tears flowed endlessly along with the crimson liquid that charged through her veins. She bled out as she gradually faded out of consciousness, her mind finally beginning to surrender to the turmoil she had been forced to endure. No more tears would come. Instead, blood took their place as her body had no other fluid to offer. And the Stranger didn't care when her life came to an end, in fact he seemed pleased with the resultant demise.
And so it was that the Bloodmist Slasher looked on at the display he himself had produced, the corpse expertly nailed to the wall of the Town Hall. The poor girl's blood trailed down the surface, her flesh full of scars and other lacerations. She was virtually unrecognizable to the people of Piltover. A message written in her own vital fluid was messily scrawled off to the side of her limp body.....
"With Regards, Saucy Jack"
Last Edit: Jan 29, 2013 6:01:00 GMT -5 by scriptedauthor90
Shaco was finishing up his hilarious interrogation with the nearly oblivious officer, when he heard a few screams of shock coming from outside the police station. "I...I'd better go see what that is..." the officer stuttered, the sprinted out the door, knocking over the items that were lying on the dest, creating a flurry of papers, pencils, and various other assorted office supplies behind him.
Shaco tried to get the best look he could outside of the interrogation room without leaning his chair too far forward and making himself fall face-first onto the cold stone floor. He saw tons of other officers rushing outside to see what cause the scream. Various other people were yelling in surprise and shock as well. An officer saw Shaco in there, and gestured to him. "Prisoner, you have to see this. I'll release you from that chair for now." the officer told him. Shaco nodded, and ran outside as fast as he could while handcuffed.
Shaco rushed out to the town hall where many people were gathered. Some were crying, others were still in shock, and others were discussing how something like that could have happened. Of course, Shaco didn't know what happened until he got a little bit closer to the Town Hall.
A mutilated corpse of a woman, still very bloodied and very dead, was hung on the wall of the Town Hall. Next to her, written in her own blood, Shaco assumed, was the message:
"With Regards, Saucy Jack"
The murderer had struck again. And Shaco couldn't do anything about it.
Post by scriptedauthor90 on Jan 25, 2013 2:43:36 GMT -5
Oh, how satisfying it was to hear those screams. The pure shock and horror was plain in all the faces of the good people of Piltover, who came to oggle at his majestic display of grim beauty. The Slasher looked down upon the people from the top of a nearby roof, though he was fortunately out of peripheral sight and earshot. The Drifting Phantom thoroughly enjoyed the people's reactions, ranging from fear to disgust. It was all so amusing. These mortal creatures were so pitiful, so weak. It was all too easy for him to take their lives, both in his own lifetime and now in his Unlife.
"They truly know nothing. Like newborns, they can't comprehend the grand scheme of the universe...." He spoke to himself, as nobody else could hear him from his current perch. He was truly a specter of such mystery, nobody in this era had any idea who he was or what he wanted. Only a handful of people had ever uncovered his true intentions, though none of them had ever lived to pass on the message. Now, however, it was time to let the good people of Runeterra know. Their lives held no meaning. They were all merely blissfully eking out a lifetime whose ultimate end was dark and empty. The light they knew in life was nothing but a fruitless triviality, which was overwhelmed and made null in the shadow of death. Morality, love, fear, justice, criminality; these concepts were simply fabricated by humans in order to justify and soften their reality for their fragile infantile mentality.
None knew this better than the Bloodmist Slasher, who had known the cold embrace of death until he was given the opportunity to accelerate that which was inevitable for all beings in existence. Of all the specters that had come out of the Shadow Isles, none embraced Death more than this dedicated Reaper of meager souls, whose entire purpose for existence is to bring others into the Shadow of Death. Only he knew the truth, and only he was able to accomplish the task that had been placed upon him in his pseudo rebirth.
Last Edit: Jan 29, 2013 6:00:24 GMT -5 by scriptedauthor90
Post by The Enforcer on Jan 30, 2013 12:17:14 GMT -5
((I have two words for you, OP: You bastard. >.>
Cupcake, sorry for being away so long, but if you need some help busting crime in general, which you generally CANNOT DO ON YOUR OWN, ring-a-ding-ding me up.
P.S: When I catch up to you, don't expect a spot of tea. Go more along the lines of spot of fist in the face.))
Post by sheriffcaitlyn on Feb 2, 2013 1:53:04 GMT -5
The click of her heels echoed on the pavement. Caitlyn stared at the mutilated corpse of the woman, her eyes furrowing. "I think I can safely say, I'm on the case." The sheriff knew she would need Vi for this mission. This Saucy Jack fellow was dangerous for her to try and tackle by herself. She would need the muscle from Vi if she warranted any degree of success.
Shaco noticed Caitlyn as well as Vi standing next to the corpse. He realized if he could get their attention, he might get released from custody. Or, at least, get noticed...
Shaco strolled over to the two officers as casually as he could with two hands shackled behind his back. "Top of the morning...officers..." Shaco mused. "Now, you see, I was falsely arrested for the murder of a woman outside your fine station. Now that we know that the murderer was in fact NOT me, and this "Saucy Jack" fellow, could you possibly release me from these cuffs?"
Shaco's eyes twinkled, his grin stretching from ear to ear. "Don't worry, I won't be too much trouble...just let me out, and perhaps we could strike a deal of some sort?"
Post by The Enforcer on Feb 2, 2013 15:05:08 GMT -5
((Whoops, Shaco, I hadn't come yet. But let's assume I already did; for sanity's sake. Although in your case, I think it's already a lost cause...))
Vi swung into the crime scene, her gauntlets letting out a hiss of steam as she landed near Caitlyn. "Hey, Cait, I heard about a...woah." She took a look at the murdered woman. "That is messy."
With a quick turn of the heel, she took a few steps away from Caitlyn. "I'll watch for people, Cupcake. Investigation is your thing, not mine."
She began adjusting her gauntlets, double-checking their functions to make sure nothing would go wrong at a crucial moment. She was still in the process of doing that when Shaco came by. A scowl quickly came over her face. "Caitlyn, watch what you're doing with this one. He's always a slippery fellow. I'd advise to keep the cuffs on." She cracked her gauntlet's knuckles threateningly towards Shaco.
Post by scriptedauthor90 on Feb 3, 2013 0:31:47 GMT -5
His grin was as wide as it ever was as he continued to watch the people below stare in a mixture of disbelief and fear at his work of art. Some people just couldn't appreciate the finer things in life, but Jaques didn't really much care for life anyway. All he had known in his lifetime was death, and he ended up with nothing, so he turned to murder since he saw no other purpose for himself.
"As amusing as this is, I should go give these mice some more cheese to be lured to."
He then vanished from the rooftop of the building across from Piltover's City Hall, only to reappear on the sidewalk some dozen blocks away. He didn't at all look like the killer he actually was, just a visitor from beyond the city who was cheerfully touring the City of Progress. Another thing that Jack liked to do, was to try to blend in to crowds and not draw too much attention to himself. Though a gurgling voice seemed to echo through his head, alerting him to the displeasure of a certain blade.
Jaques wasn't fond of the way his own blade addressed him, but it was his crutch in this mortal realm and without it he would be just a lost soul forever lingering deep in the mist-covered Isles.....
Post by sheriffcaitlyn on Feb 3, 2013 18:08:38 GMT -5
Caitlyn looked over at Shaco, her voice blunt, "I don't make deals with criminals. Considering how many murders you are charged with outside of this single one, no, I don't think that I will keep those cuffs off of you. You will, however, be escorted to the Police Station and questioned by my associate Vi." The Sheriff motioned Vi towards Shaco with a quick jerk of her hat, "He's yours, Vi. I need time to look at records for this, Saucy Jack. Something strikes me as familiar. All other officers, record the crime scene, take the appropriate measures, I leave this scene in your expertise."
Shaco's grin quickly shifted into a disappointed frown as the sheriff denied his request to be freed. "Come on, Caitlyn! I did NOTHING! I was framed...one of your...rookies caught me simply examining a body, and I was arrested..." Shaco sighed. Hoepfully he would persuade Vi to release him during his interrogation.
"Fine. Lock me up again. I don't care. Take me away officer! TAKE. ME. AWAY." Shaco burst out into a hysterical laugh, raising his cuffed hands high into the air so that the onlooking crowd could see them. "You hear that, Piltover! I, Shaco, most ESTEEEEEEEEMED of all jesters, have been framed for something that I DID NOT DOOOOOOOOO!!!"
Shaco spat at the feet of Caitlyn. "That is what you get! Just be glad I don't have my shivs right now!" Shaco proceeded to laugh even harder. "I. Did. Nothing. YOUUUUUU have the WRONG PERSOOOOOOON" Shaco started to sing, skipping along the cobblestone street, flailing his hands as much as his handcuffs allowed him to.
Post by The Enforcer on Feb 3, 2013 23:48:41 GMT -5
Vi sighed and rolled her eyes. "I don't think he'll be any less dangerous without his shivs. I'll be back soon, Caitlyn. And save me some baddies to beat up, OK?" She ran off after the...er...frolicking jester.
After catching up briefly with him, she scooped him up by the collar and carried him off, dangling his feet above the cobblestones. "C'mon, cracker jack, station's this way." She began going back to the station, eager to get the mad jester behind bars again.
"You'd do best not to address me as cracker jack..." Shaco replied bitterly, not resisting the neck hold Vi had him in. After all, he was in cuffs, and the chance of escape was low. Even if his hands were free, he would not mess with the Enforcer. On the fields alone, one punch was too much to handle... Off the fields, Shaco did not know how powerful that punch would be.
"Let's hope you're a bit more competent with questioning than the previous officer who had interrogated me..." Shaco smiled, remembering the humorous encounter he had with the oblivious officer he had earlier.
Post by The Enforcer on Feb 4, 2013 22:41:29 GMT -5
"Hmph." Vi gave a quick noise of discontent. "You've heard of good cop, bad cop, right?" She turned him around to face her. "Well, guess what? There is no good cop."
After a few more minutes of walking, Vi finally made it to the police station, bringing Shaco into the interrogation room. With a quick flash of the key and flick of the wrist, she'd chained him onto the interrogation chair, sitting across from him. "So, I'm just going to cover a few formalities first. Waste of time, but necessary if I want to keep my job."
She asked him a few simple questions; questions such as 'What is your full legal name?' or 'Do you have a lawyer to represent you in court?' After the formalities were over, she stood up, towering over Shaco. "So, Shaco. You know you're suspected in the murder of...what was it...three women? You're quite the obvious suspect. Several arrests for crimes of varying sorts, including torture, murder, attempted murder, and swindling people on the sidewalk. You were also seen at the scene of a crime by an officer of the law, and the only evidence proving you didn't do it is that one murder was committed while you were incarcerated with the name 'Saucy Jack' written on the wall. As is, we know you're capable of far more difficult tricks than faking incarceration." She slammed the table, causing the lamp perched on it to bounce into the air for a moment. "So, what do you have to say for yourself?" She gave him a leer that would probably have sent a normal man to a quivering mass of terror.
Shaco sheepishly grinned back at The Enforcer, instinctively trying to use hand gestures, but restrained by the chair. "All I can say, officer, is that I did nothing of the sorts. Call me a picture, cause I am framed!" Shaco burst out laughing at the terrible pun he just told, the stopped when he saw Vi's stone cold face staring back at him.
The Jester cleared his throat. "He was wearing a regular old trench coat. He looked jut like an ordinary person. However, I witnessed him kill the first two victims. I was examining the second victim when I happened to become apprehended by one of your...shall we say, rookies?"
Shaco tried to reach towards the lamp to straighten it, but was reminded that he was restrained by the yanking of the cuffs on his wrists. "However, he appeared to vanish into a fine red mist to murder our second victim. Clearly, you are not dealing with an ordinary human. And CLEAAAAARLY, I did nothing." Shaco leaned back as far as his bindings allowed him to, smirking at Vi. "I rest my case. Then again, if I did have a case to begin with..." Shaco muttered the last part of that sentence, loud enough for Vi to hear him, but just barely.
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