Innocentia Trucidavit 1a/?
anonymous
November 22 2010, 22:21:41 UTC
A/N: Dear lord I'm sorry for the fail lateness of the update, OTL. However, I hope you enjoy the first part of the first part!
Innocentia Trucidavit
Every unpunished murder takes away something from the security of every man's life. Daniel Webster
It always fascinates you how easy it becomes. You wonder, sometimes, if it is worth it, the cut of the knife along the skin, the blossoming of red that follows. Then the victim gurgles and cries, and you remember why you do it. Another swift cut from your knife finishes the job and you wipe it off on the grass, smirking. Another weak soul lost to your knife. Now they would never know suffering, or the price that comes with hiding everything beneath a smile
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Re: Innocentia Trucidavit 1b/?
anonymous
November 22 2010, 22:22:53 UTC
"If you did, you would know I rarely ever screw anything up," Bonnefoy answered, "but I will listen to you. Get here sooner than an hour, though, Art. Do your best
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Re: Innocentia Trucidavit 1c/?
anonymous
November 22 2010, 22:23:35 UTC
"What? No!" Francis snatched the phone away and glared. "You do not cancel on a date! No! Never! How could you even think of it? Arthur, I am surprised at you! You said she was gorgeous."
"She is," Arthur said, his eyes glassing over as he smiled. "She has a beautiful smile with blue eyes that sparkle, and wonderful blonde hair..." he stopped at Francis' smirk and scowled. "Shut it, Bonnefoy."
"All I was going to say is that she sounds like me," Francis laughed as Arthur threw a piece of paper. "Alright, alright, I understand. Go, enjoy your date. I'll cover for you tonight, like we promised," Francis slid into his seat once again, shoving Arthur off of the desk. "Get going, officer, or you're going to miss out on a sweet date."
"Shut up," Arthur muttered, stomping out of the precinct to the tune of Francis' laughter. The date was worth it, he told himself as he started his car. It had been a spur of the moment decision, true, but she was beautiful. Francis was right, on one account: Arthur would enjoy this date, and enjoy it a lot
( ... )
Re: Innocentia Trucidavit 1c/?
anonymous
November 22 2010, 22:24:16 UTC
"Is that something you should say about a cop?" Scarlet teased again, running a hand through her hair. "Especially as one as good as Francis? He was telling me how many arrests he's made since he's partnered with you. Something like fifty
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Re: Innocentia Trucidavit 1e/? Above was 1d!
anonymous
November 22 2010, 22:26:24 UTC
"Smiley strikes again," Francis lifted the tape and watched as Arthur crossed, a smile on Arthur's face. Francis said nothing (though he did lift an eyebrow) and led his partner over to the victim. "No positive ID yet, but we do know that our Jane is a victim of smiley. Typical throat slash, and there's a note carved into her back as usual."
"I know her," Arthur said, staring at the girl. Francis gazed down as well and frowned. It was hard to recognize someone who was hideously bloated, he noted, and turned his gaze towards Arthur. "I mean, I don't know her, but I've seen her before. She was my waitress on my da--outing a week ago," his cheeks reddened and Francis laughed. "What does the note say?" Arthur spat out, and Francis sobered
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Yessssss.. This is amazing Author!Anon~ I just adore fem!US/UK so much! And you've made a lovely setup similar of a TV crime drama show where it feels like I'm watching a show.
Another factor that I like about your story is that you didn't make it too obvious on who's the serial killer, I'm absolutely unsure if its America or England. ARGH! It's killing me! XD
This is a wonderful fill you created, and I'm definitely looking forward to the next update! :D
Re: Innocentia Trucidavit 1e/? Above was 1d!
anonymous
November 24 2010, 03:49:44 UTC
Psst, France, England, you're using the wrong pronouns. This is delightfully devious, anon. I'm already imagining the epicness of the climax in my head, and oh boy, this one's gonna be a doozy.
I love how much attention this prompt has gotten. XD Gotta love psycho America/England ♥
Innocentia Trucidavit 1f/?
anonymous
November 28 2010, 02:16:32 UTC
Stooping, he opened his hand and stared at the paper from Arthur's coat. "No one takes what is mine, hm?" he asked the corpse, studying the paper again. "Of course not. Once you think someone is yours, it must be terrible," he straightened and chuckled to himself. "Perhaps it is time that I see someone about this
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Re: Innocentia Trucidavit 1g/?
anonymous
November 28 2010, 02:18:04 UTC
You tremble as she comes near you, fists ready to strike. He sits at the table, coffee at his lips, staring at a newspaper. He does nothing as you scream for his help. She punches you once and then again, her fists falling on your ribs and your jaw. As her fists cease, you can feel the blood dripping down your lips.
"Clean yourself up," she spits and throws paper towels at you, "then make me something to eat, or you're not going to school."
"I made you food, honey," he looks up, the first thing he has said since this has started. He pushes the plate of pancakes over and smiles at her, all the love in the world shining in his eyes. You stare at the plate of pancakes and at his throat.
"I don't want your food, dear," she throws the pancakes at you. With a wet smack they hit, the syrup sticking to your face. "Make it," she orders you and you drag yourself to the stove, staring at the pan. Picking up the spray and the batter, you make her the pancakes, setting them down on the table in front of her. "You're such a good kid," she purrs
( ... )
Innocentia Trucidavit
Every unpunished murder takes away something from the security of every man's life.
Daniel Webster
It always fascinates you how easy it becomes. You wonder, sometimes, if it is worth it, the cut of the knife along the skin, the blossoming of red that follows. Then the victim gurgles and cries, and you remember why you do it. Another swift cut from your knife finishes the job and you wipe it off on the grass, smirking. Another weak soul lost to your knife. Now they would never know suffering, or the price that comes with hiding everything beneath a smile ( ... )
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"She is," Arthur said, his eyes glassing over as he smiled. "She has a beautiful smile with blue eyes that sparkle, and wonderful blonde hair..." he stopped at Francis' smirk and scowled. "Shut it, Bonnefoy."
"All I was going to say is that she sounds like me," Francis laughed as Arthur threw a piece of paper. "Alright, alright, I understand. Go, enjoy your date. I'll cover for you tonight, like we promised," Francis slid into his seat once again, shoving Arthur off of the desk. "Get going, officer, or you're going to miss out on a sweet date."
"Shut up," Arthur muttered, stomping out of the precinct to the tune of Francis' laughter. The date was worth it, he told himself as he started his car. It had been a spur of the moment decision, true, but she was beautiful. Francis was right, on one account: Arthur would enjoy this date, and enjoy it a lot ( ... )
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"I know her," Arthur said, staring at the girl. Francis gazed down as well and frowned. It was hard to recognize someone who was hideously bloated, he noted, and turned his gaze towards Arthur. "I mean, I don't know her, but I've seen her before. She was my waitress on my da--outing a week ago," his cheeks reddened and Francis laughed. "What does the note say?" Arthur spat out, and Francis sobered ( ... )
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There aren't enough fics with Fem!America~
I can't wait for more!
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Thank you!
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Another factor that I like about your story is that you didn't make it too obvious on who's the serial killer, I'm absolutely unsure if its America or England. ARGH! It's killing me! XD
This is a wonderful fill you created, and I'm definitely looking forward to the next update! :D
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This is delightfully devious, anon. I'm already imagining the epicness of the climax in my head, and oh boy, this one's gonna be a doozy.
I love how much attention this prompt has gotten. XD Gotta love psycho America/England ♥
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"Clean yourself up," she spits and throws paper towels at you, "then make me something to eat, or you're not going to school."
"I made you food, honey," he looks up, the first thing he has said since this has started. He pushes the plate of pancakes over and smiles at her, all the love in the world shining in his eyes. You stare at the plate of pancakes and at his throat.
"I don't want your food, dear," she throws the pancakes at you. With a wet smack they hit, the syrup sticking to your face. "Make it," she orders you and you drag yourself to the stove, staring at the pan. Picking up the spray and the batter, you make her the pancakes, setting them down on the table in front of her. "You're such a good kid," she purrs ( ... )
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