Masks, masks everywhere~
WARNING: Explicit violence and character death
RATING: NC-17 (Just to be safe)
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED
Dancing, swaying and grooving to the music is what this society is all about. Just listening to the breathless screams, and the hungry sound of flesh hitting flesh in a frenzy of keeping the beat going.
He stands at the opposite end of the room, waiting, prowling for the perfect victim to his not-so perfect crime. He wears a white sparkling mask, a suit blacker then night with thinner then thin pin strip white lines going down his body. His dress shirt is also a shade of black, though it holds a blue-ish tinge in certain light. His smile was wicked and cruel, yet like moths to a flame, women came to him unable to stop themselves.
Which was why he currently was standing towards the back, waiting and watching for his soon-to-be partner in crime. And then there she was, walking in with a full-length gown, dress in silvers and diamonds, pearls and whites. Her hair was done in a lazy yet, elegant bun. Pieces fell down the sides of her face and her face was decorated with a basic metal mask, which itself was covered in ribbons and gems of various colours. He couldn’t see her eyes, but he could see the smile light up her face and those that were around her.
She was perfect.
So he went to her, a charming grin glued upon his face; hoping that tonight was the night. Tonight was the night that the perfect crime was carried out by a not-so perfect team.
He made no sounds and effortlessly pulled her away from the princes and princesses she came with. There was no talking, just dancing as he moved her further and further away from the crowds, out to the balcony. She knows what is coming and cries, her perfect façade gone in that moment, her mask falling off her face.
“please don’t.” But he must, and therefore he does. He pulls a blade from his suit and stabs her in the gut, pushing in as far as he could go, making sure to feel the blood as it seeped into her once pure gown, and as it bled down his arms. The warmth and intoxicating action replays over and over as he leaves the party and his once wicked and cruel smile is instead one of pure and utter happiness.
He slips out of his suit and dumps it in the trash, waiting for the next train. Out of the city by midnight they will never find him and they will not have a clue. He grins.
Best masquerade party yet.
RATING: NC-17 (Just to be safe)
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED
Dancing, swaying and grooving to the music is what this society is all about. Just listening to the breathless screams, and the hungry sound of flesh hitting flesh in a frenzy of keeping the beat going.
He stands at the opposite end of the room, waiting, prowling for the perfect victim to his not-so perfect crime. He wears a white sparkling mask, a suit blacker then night with thinner then thin pin strip white lines going down his body. His dress shirt is also a shade of black, though it holds a blue-ish tinge in certain light. His smile was wicked and cruel, yet like moths to a flame, women came to him unable to stop themselves.
Which was why he currently was standing towards the back, waiting and watching for his soon-to-be partner in crime. And then there she was, walking in with a full-length gown, dress in silvers and diamonds, pearls and whites. Her hair was done in a lazy yet, elegant bun. Pieces fell down the sides of her face and her face was decorated with a basic metal mask, which itself was covered in ribbons and gems of various colours. He couldn’t see her eyes, but he could see the smile light up her face and those that were around her.
She was perfect.
So he went to her, a charming grin glued upon his face; hoping that tonight was the night. Tonight was the night that the perfect crime was carried out by a not-so perfect team.
He made no sounds and effortlessly pulled her away from the princes and princesses she came with. There was no talking, just dancing as he moved her further and further away from the crowds, out to the balcony. She knows what is coming and cries, her perfect façade gone in that moment, her mask falling off her face.
“please don’t.” But he must, and therefore he does. He pulls a blade from his suit and stabs her in the gut, pushing in as far as he could go, making sure to feel the blood as it seeped into her once pure gown, and as it bled down his arms. The warmth and intoxicating action replays over and over as he leaves the party and his once wicked and cruel smile is instead one of pure and utter happiness.
He slips out of his suit and dumps it in the trash, waiting for the next train. Out of the city by midnight they will never find him and they will not have a clue. He grins.
Best masquerade party yet.