We are scanning the scene in the City tonight [CLOSED]

[holeheart]

WHO: hollowest and sunrisewolf. Also open to hollowish and iknowyourfear. Ichigo for damage control, Terry if Win wants his death logged (if you still want to do that?)
WHERE: I assume near Ammy's flower shop.
WHEN: Night, Nov 6
WARNINGS: Slicin' and dicin'.
SUMMARY: Hichigo doing what Hichigo does best; killing. A lot. Desire induced madness and possible ANGST abound.
FORMAT: Whatever we feel like. Again I apologize if I am slow and/or give poor tags. I has headache ;_; *WAITS FOR ADVIL TO KICK IN*

The Hollow was a predator. A white blur in a grungy city, stalking his victims until they were alone, scared, panicky.

Then

SLASH.

Their heads would roll off, or the upper half of their body would slide disgustingly from the bottom half as it crumpled. I was almost too gory to be real.

But it was real. And as soon as the soul left the body he'd just destroyed, he would eat them up.

He didn't need it. It didn't make him happy. But he wanted it. Right now, in this moment, he wanted it more than anything, and he couldn't put a finger on why.

Nor did he care to. He would drown his misery in blood.

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[iknowyourfear.livejournal.com]

He walked like someone distracted-- someone who put one foot in front of the other out of sheer habit, with no real force. Someone wrapped up in his own head too much to notice most things around him. It'd been weeks since the incident with Abby, and he knows she's well now. More or less recovered. But he hadn't spoken to her. Not really.

It was all he thought about though. And sometimes, he had to get out and just walk until his legs hurt, so that he could try to forget the terrified look on her face that night.

Around him, the fears of every human being nearby buzzed like flies in the back of his head.

[holeheart]

With the goddess down and his two-bit goody two shoes Other Self gaining on him, the Hollow had to move fast. Luckily, that was something he was quite good at. But even killing the goddess didn't satisfy his desire, especially since her delicious immortal soul wasn't for the taking. The monster growled to himself. He wished there was an easy way to tell which of these pigs was native and which ones were imPorts.

He was injured and was looking for an easy kill, an easy meal. That's when he noticed the shuffling man below. He looked like a dead man walking anyway, even if his weak human reiatsu was a little... off. Perfect.

The hollow began his stalking.

[iknowyourfear.livejournal.com]

Something was off. He could feel it. He'd grown to have a certain instinct for those type of things-- disturbances. Supernatural ones. It was always like a dull itch at the back of his neck, something he could feel but not quite place. A sixth sense of sorts, a demon ability dampened by the human blood running in his veins.

But it made Trauma wary. He paused near an alleyway, tilting his head and listening for a moment.

[holeheart]

The monster crawled along the rooftops, swift and silent. A white shadow stained with red and blue blood like some sort of perverted patriot. His prey paused near an open alley, a bad move on his part.

Hichigo slid silently down into the alley, hiding himself in the shadows. Then he let loose his sword, throwing it forward by the cloth wrappings on the end, hoping to impale or at least entangle the man and reel him in like a fish on a hook.

[iknowyourfear.livejournal.com]

It was his military training and all those superhero missions that saved Terry from taking a blade in the stomach as that sword came flying from the shadows of the alley-- but he wasn't quite fast enough. The cloth wrappings caught him and he was tangled, eyes flashing dangerously red and skin going pale as he tried to turn his powers on whoever was suddenly attacking him.

His voice demanded: "Who are you?"

[holeheart]

The monster reeled his catch in, dragging Terry in by his tangled feet.

"Oooh, neat eye glowy trick, heeheheheeehe!" The voice cackled from the shadows, reverberating and distorting eerily. His own golden yellow eyes glowed in the dark, illuminating his pale face ever so slightly. He then pounced from the shadows like a cat, pinning Terry down and grinning madly.

"I don't have a name. You look fun, let's play~"

Probing the Hollow's mind, Terry would find no fears there, except a very weak, very vague and formless fear of death, of being defeated. But it didn't matter. Not now, now in his state of ramped up desire. No, the need to destroy, kill and feed was blocking everything else.

BB did you want a big party for hiruma's birthday, or just him and melee hanging out?

[iknowyourfear.livejournal.com]

Even as Terry felt his shoulders hit the ground, he didn't try to physically retaliate-- normally, he did have to. Any second now, this being's worst fears would surface and he'd transform, tipping this encounter in his favor.

But the one. Two seconds ticked by.

Nothing.

Well IDC :D both have their advantages...

[holeheart]

Shirosaki watched his prey under him. He didn't struggle. He didn't try to escape. He seemed to be... waiting? For what?

The monster just grinned more broadly and grabbed the other by his neck, exhibiting incredible strength for someone who couldn't have been more than 16 years old. The Hollow smashed Terry against the brick wall and his expression became more dire.

"I'm gonna give you 5 seconds to do something interesting," he hissed as he brought his sword into his hand, "Then I'm gonna pin you up on this wall!! Hehehehee!!"