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Anonymoussaid- ARRIVALS - Got off at the airport... christ the place smells like shit. But i felt my calling here... plus that and my work in New York was going to well to be allowed to be interupted by meddling police. The mighty Hathian mm.. torn up streets, decadent people, vicious gangs, and so many nobodies to blend in with. Satisfactory. Scarecrow. - RECONSTRUCTION - I found it, oh BLISS i found my haven. A large factory not far from the motel, just round the corner infact. Its large, dark, abandonned, and tucked away despite its size. it didnt take me long to move into there, luckily i found some old tools still lying around and i got to work on reassembling my glove... god i missed it so, the thrill of wearing it, slashing and stabbing its so liberating. In total, it took me several minutes to bend the pieces back into shape where they buckled, half an hour to clean the joints and replace the screws... and then the fun part, reattaching the blades. The grimey old things have seen so much they've gotten jagged and bloodstained- i never clean them, reminds me of the old familiar faces. As i attached the metal to the leather glove... i couldnt help but shudder as i slipped it on my right hand and flexed, letting the clack of the metal fingers ring out as i flicked my hand open, those evil blades looked like they were lined with shark teeth. The one time i truly stopped to admire them in a long while... reminds me of the first time i made them, when the blades were chrome and razor sharp... i felt so much pride in it as i saw my own reflection in those mirrored knives. Scarecrow - TWO BIRDS ONE GLOVE - The people here know their place it seems... and are responsive to the call. I am glad, not all are beyond willingly coming into my embrace- as proved by two delightful young women on the 4th of october, 2009. A prostitute and a young girl, at the time i knew not their names... but i called to the prostitute, initally only wanting her. She came quickly to the calls of my blades as i scratched them across the brick wall... and i moved quietly behind her as she came into the alley, before slashing her back wide open. As the blood splattered and her screams came, so too did my second little victim. Brave, but foolish... running at me she got a chestful of my glove and collapsed... that was genuinely amusing. I wished to pass a message to the prostitute and the girl, which i believed they, like everyone else i meet will recieve.... that the only thing to fear, is fear herself... and i RELISH seeing that in my prey, the look of pure terror in their eyes, before i leave them to bleed out or remove the said eyes entirely. I left before police came, but i didnt wish to kill them, merely make them scared, let them know that i was there in the dark, in their nightmares. Scarecrow - TRINITY - What. A. Night. once or twice have i ever gotten so gore hungry... i just couldnt get enough. My claws by the end of the night were literally dripping with the crimson fluid of life that i love to see spurt from people's throats. My first victim was a young librarian called Delina Lubezki... now this was an interesting girl- something about me, drove the woman wild.. revealing herself to me, she thought i would take her body and claim it in the primal way... and i would.. but MY way. She reached for my face.. trying to pry it off to see the mask beneath, but i wouldnt allow it, and I cut her to ribbons.. her excitement built initially, untill she felt all four of my talons at once.. buckling to the ground i could see her in a mix of pain and pleasure, that i too found fascianting. I left her to the mercy of the world around her with the message "Pain and Pleasure" which i felt summed her up perfectly. Scarecrow - HEAR NO EVIL, SPEAK NO EVIL, SEE NO EVIL - This one was fun. So much fun, espcially since i had my new blades fitted. Her body was a canvas, and my talons worked her over so well. A mexican, called Brenda Mendoza... from her smell and posture, i'd estimate she was new to the city, because she had no clue about her own environment, untill i dragged her into an alley and killed her. But now shes dead, shes got plenty of time to think about her mistakes and come to terms with them. Scarecrow |
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