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Ironically I will make you understand [complete]
WHO: Millions Knives (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
returntoeven) and Shatterstar (xf_shatterstar)
WHERE: South side, warehouse district
WHEN: March 11th, late at night
WARNINGS: Blood and gore
SUMMARY: Knives has snapped and is in the midst of a killing spree in gang territory when Shatterstar steps in to stop the madness.
FORMAT: Paragraph
He hated enclosed spaces.
It was one thing he'd never been able to get used to, even as a child - the idea that most of his kind couldn't leave the bulb to experience the freedom that came with uninhibited motion. At the time, he hadn't thought too much about it, though, since he accepted the idea that his kindred were all right with being confined. It was only later that he understood, seeing the exploitation for what it really was. That was why he enjoyed the desert so much, savored the cleanness of it, whenever he'd walked the dusty seas. Here, though, in this city of heroes, villains, and everything in between, he'd felt constrained - trapped, even, and cut off from everything he'd ever lived and worked for. The tension within him over this had been building now for months, ranging from the unprecented tolerance he'd begun to have for certain humans in the city to the recent switch with his younger self, and he just...couldn't take it anymore.
That was why he was here now, in the dark, listening to them scream.
He wrenched a blade out of the leaking sac of flesh and bone and watched it fall, hitting the floor in a crumpled heap. There was blood everywhere, black in the dim lighting, and the air was rank with it - that sweet, pungent stench already beginning to settle in. It was the second warehouse he'd hit tonight, and he was already starting to feel better. The first had been wiped out without a word, cut to pieces before they'd even known he was there. With these, however, he'd taken his time, dismembering a few before cutting the rest down to size. An arm here, a leg there - it wasn't hard at all, and it only made them scream louder. It was like music to his ears, lacking only the touch of home, a side of jazz, to make this truly perfect.
Knives stepped back, observing the horrific spectacle before him, an amalgamation of carved, bloody body parts strewn about in haphazard piles. It was beautiful, a sight that made his heart quicken, the light in his eyes that much brighter as a smile lifted the corners of his mouth. He turned then, the last of them huddled in a corner, already missing a leg and several fingers. Knives walked towards him purposefully, ignoring the pools of blood. He couldn't hear the man's cries, the gibbering pleas for mercy - he didn't care and didn't want to. He towered over him, looking down his nose at the filth, trash that even other garbage wouldn't touch.
The blades came up then, a wail ripping through the air before abruptly choking off into nothing.
returntoeven) and Shatterstar (xf_shatterstar)WHERE: South side, warehouse district
WHEN: March 11th, late at night
WARNINGS: Blood and gore
SUMMARY: Knives has snapped and is in the midst of a killing spree in gang territory when Shatterstar steps in to stop the madness.
FORMAT: Paragraph
He hated enclosed spaces.
It was one thing he'd never been able to get used to, even as a child - the idea that most of his kind couldn't leave the bulb to experience the freedom that came with uninhibited motion. At the time, he hadn't thought too much about it, though, since he accepted the idea that his kindred were all right with being confined. It was only later that he understood, seeing the exploitation for what it really was. That was why he enjoyed the desert so much, savored the cleanness of it, whenever he'd walked the dusty seas. Here, though, in this city of heroes, villains, and everything in between, he'd felt constrained - trapped, even, and cut off from everything he'd ever lived and worked for. The tension within him over this had been building now for months, ranging from the unprecented tolerance he'd begun to have for certain humans in the city to the recent switch with his younger self, and he just...couldn't take it anymore.
That was why he was here now, in the dark, listening to them scream.
He wrenched a blade out of the leaking sac of flesh and bone and watched it fall, hitting the floor in a crumpled heap. There was blood everywhere, black in the dim lighting, and the air was rank with it - that sweet, pungent stench already beginning to settle in. It was the second warehouse he'd hit tonight, and he was already starting to feel better. The first had been wiped out without a word, cut to pieces before they'd even known he was there. With these, however, he'd taken his time, dismembering a few before cutting the rest down to size. An arm here, a leg there - it wasn't hard at all, and it only made them scream louder. It was like music to his ears, lacking only the touch of home, a side of jazz, to make this truly perfect.
Knives stepped back, observing the horrific spectacle before him, an amalgamation of carved, bloody body parts strewn about in haphazard piles. It was beautiful, a sight that made his heart quicken, the light in his eyes that much brighter as a smile lifted the corners of his mouth. He turned then, the last of them huddled in a corner, already missing a leg and several fingers. Knives walked towards him purposefully, ignoring the pools of blood. He couldn't hear the man's cries, the gibbering pleas for mercy - he didn't care and didn't want to. He towered over him, looking down his nose at the filth, trash that even other garbage wouldn't touch.
The blades came up then, a wail ripping through the air before abruptly choking off into nothing.