Are you willing?
"Sit down my children." His smile was large and devious. He gazed amoug the circle of eagar children. The one with bright red hair, the one with antlers,the odd naked one, the one holding a scalpel, the one always on fire, the younger man in the background with his small horns and soft brown hair, just a few among them, a few of his favorites. All of his children awaiting his reasoning for calling them all here.
"Now now children, don't get too excited. You see, there are other children in need. They are sick or hurt and they... need blood transfusion's." He smiled a little wider and then refrained from showing his large teeth. "They need your help. Each and every one of you should.... donate your blood..." He watched the children squirm at his words." Don't be so selfish, if you were in need of a transfusion you'd want people to donate for you...." He voice was sincere and soft and yet it sounded so naturally sinister. He watched as one by one as they hesitantly got in line to have their blood drawn and to be donated to... his charitable cause. Though each was rewarded with a sticker or lollypop or cookie, they didn't seem very enthused.
Ahh... mmm what a refreshing tale of caring and charity. [chuckle]
So, I'm sure your wondering what you have to do to donate blood and receive a little reward. Well basically this is my way of having a sort of golden week. Well only it's Iram style so it's a blood drive that goes a week long. The blood you will be donating to me will be hanging around the thread as much as you can, or you can actually donate blood in a roleplay style. Your reward will be finding out what contest is going on that day. I am doing this to celebrate that I will have a bit more time to get on this week since it's spring break. I will make this an annual tradition.
That's right there will be a new contest, to something from me, everyday this week until sunday. All will be some kind of art drawn by me.
So stick around all week. Contest's can occur at any time and you never know what the contest will be. You can win just about any kind of art you can imagine.
BLOOD DONATIONS (RP STYLE)
lmm7777
The sound of joyful, carefree voices filled my ears as I followed a tan-looking male with purple hair and devil horns poking out from his head.
Following someone isn’t the most modest thing to do, but he seemed to be heading in the same direction that I was. What else was I supposed to do? I had been summoned by an odd-sounding man to a place for unlisted reasons, and it had sounded important so I naturally decided to go.
The door creaked openly loudly when the boy with the purple hair and horns pushed it open without hesitation, yet I, on the other hand, was a bit slower to following his suit of trotting in.
I stared at the door for what seemed like an eternity, never wanting to enter such a grotesque-looking facility, yet I nonetheless swung the door open and saw a tall man with a gremlin-like hat covering most of his hair, persuading a group of people about something or other and calling them “children”.
I wanted to just dart out of there right then, yet since I had already been spotted I took a seat next to a boy with blonde hair dressed in all green.
“Each and every one of you should.... donate your blood...”
What a strange man.
That was the first thought that ran through my head—I had the perfect right to think that, too. The smile he displayed with quite disturbing, and the way the words tumbled out of his mouth wasn’t any better.
“Blood?” I choked out, though everyone continued staring at him in a mesmerized fashion; I doubt they heard me speak at all.
“Don't be so selfish, if you were in need of a transfusion you'd want people to donate for you….” The man had spoken, and I reluctantly stood up once I spotted the bulk of everyone getting in line.
“You dropped this,” said a quiet-looking girl with brown hair to me, and I glanced down carelessly to what was in her hand and saw a blood-stained scalpel.
“Give me that,” I hissed vehemently, snatching the medical tool right out of her hands. “No one but me can touch that. Got it?”
She glowered in a baffled way at me for a second, and just turned away without as response.
“I’ll never leave you or forget you again…” I whispered to my scalpel softly, gripping it tightly in my hand as I got some more confused glances from a select few that heard me. Their loss; too bad they don’t have a scalpel.
“Your turn…” the creepy man said with a giant needle held in one hand, and I shook my head with a disgusted expression.
“I hate needles,” I told him, “here.”
Without hesitation, this seemed like the first time today that I wasn’t hesitating, I slit open my shoulder, grabbed a vacant test tube, the ones used to hold the blood, and let it pour out into the tube. Once there was a fair amount of my blood in it, I squeezed the wound until it wouldn’t bleed anymore and handing the tube to him, strolling away without a word.
This was going to be an interesting day, for sure.
Sheer_Insanity
His name was Sheer. He sat there, quietly, and not paying any attention. Listening to his MP3 player...
Lookin' for your hot stuff baby I need it
Lookin' for your hot stuff baby tonight
I want your hot stuff I got a feeling
Gotta have your hot stuff
Gotta---Donate your blood---tonight
He didn't turn his MP3 player off but still listened intently to Iram's words.
"Don't be so selfish, if you were in need of a transfusion you'd want people to donate for you...." Iram said.
Sheer would naturally have stood up and objected and ran under something in fear, but all the others were
going so he got up and got in line to. His MP3 player was still playing...
Rock it don't stop it
everybody get on the floor
crank the party up
we about to get it on
Sheer got scared when he was the second in line. He watched as the person in front of him got their blood taken.
He didn't know who it was because he was to focused on the blood, scared to death, but he saw a shiny scalpel in their hand, the sharpness of the scalpel made Sheer even more scared. After that person was done, it was his turn.
He didn't waste any time and just held out his arm, closed his eyes, and focused on his music...
P-put the needle on it
I can tell you where I want it
C'mon and spin me on it---
It was over, that was fast. Sheer was just happy that he didn't feel anything and turned around to get out of the line.
But he felt faint. His face went pale, he felt sick, and his vision was becoming blurry. Then...
To the floor
Everybody to the floor
To the floor
Everybody to the---crash---
He fell down and passed out, not from the permanent marker this time.
He woke and saw Iram leaning down, looking at him.
"You were sleeping while I was telling everybody something important!" Iram said with an angry tone to his voice.
Sheer's MP3 player was playing, everything was normal. Iram walked back to continue telling the group
the important news.
"Each and every one of you should...Donate your blood..." Iram continued.
Sheer nearly passed out like in his dream...
Know that I can't get over you
'Cause everything I see is you
And I don't want no substitute
Baby I swear it's Deja Vu
Sheer looked around the room. He saw Lmm, scalpel in hand. He shivered at the sight of that clean, sharp blade.
He zoned out for a minute, and then noticed everyone was getting into a line. Sheer cursed in his head.
Sheer got into the line, and waited. It had gone by so much faster in his dream, but now it was real...
Time goes by, so slowly
Time goes by, so slowly
The line got to Sheer and he couldn't move, everything seemed so much like his dream...
Hey now, Hey now
This is what dreams are made o----
"How the hell did that song get on here?" Sheer said allowed.
"Sheer?" Iram said, still waiting for Sheer's arm.
Sheer jumped and stared at Iram. Scared, not sure what was happening, off in his own little world.
But he quickly came back to earth. But he still couldn't move, still frightened, his puppy eyes
came out.
Well I’m not paralyzed
But, I seem to be struck by you
I want to make you move
Because you’re standing still---
His MP3 player ran out of batteries at that moment, and he realized he couldn't hide from it anymore.
He offered up his arm and closed his eyes. This time he felt the needle, sinking into his skin, sucking his blood out.
Then, it ended, and he received a lollipop, a luxury he didn't have in his dream. It was over, and suddenly he herd music...
Loliepop
Loliepop
Oh, lolie lolie lolie
Loliepop
Bu dum dum dum
His MP3 player ran out of juice and he looked around for the source of the music. No one else seemed
to hear it. Then he looked at Iram, who was staring him in the eyes, and smirking devilishly.
KanadajinGaijin
The door creaked open with a tremendous squeal. Eyes turned to investigate the disturbance. The room was quiet but for the shifting of bodies. A thunderous boom reverberated around the room as the door came to a halt. The hall outside was dark. Eyes strained against the darkness to see their senses' assailant. There was a flutter of movement as a single white feather glided in as if possessed, swirling a moment before landing before the door. A scuffle can be heard from the hallway as a small figure peeks his head around the doorway.
"Is... is this the right place for the blood drive?"
A toothy smile crept over the face of a feminine figure standing in the shadows. His eyes glinted in the shadows. "Welcome, child. You are indeed in the right place. Come in, come in." He stood, and moved across the floor to the door. The head in the doorway withdrew an inch as he approached. The figure stretched out his hand, and the boy paused. His eyes flickered between the man and the group of children sitting on the floor. He stepped slowly into the room. "What is your name, my child?" The man's smile seeped yet wider.
The boy stepped into the room, a beam of sunlight from the window falling on his red hair. There were wings upon his back, and he wore only a loose pair of white pants and sandals. Around his waist he wore a sheath, which the man regarded carefully. "I'm... Call me... My name is..." He stumbled over the words, enthralled by the gaunt man holding his hand out. "Gaijin," he whispered. The man's fingers curled, beckoning the child closer, into the shadows. Dust floated on the sunlit air, and the child reached his hands into the shadows. The man's finger wrapped around Gaijin's hand.
"That's a beautiful name, Gaijin."
"Th...Thank you. Wh..What's yours?"
The man paused, caught aback. The name... the name... What was it? His eyes darkened, his smile disappeared. "Iram," he blurted. "My name is Iram." His visage brightened slightly. "What a polite young child. Come over here." The assembled group sat silent, eyes never leaving the two. Gaijin let himself be pulled into the darkness. There was a chair in the corner, cushioned in a dark red, with black armrests made of plastic. There were stirrups like a barber's chair, and the head of the chair was torn free. "Sit down," implored Iram. "Stay a while." His toothy grin spread once more. Gaijin's blue eyes wandered over the assembled, and the chair.
"Where are the tools?"
"Hmm?"
"The... the needles, and the bags and such? Aren't there supposed to be needles?" The boy's voice quivered with hesitance.
"Come now, trust me." Iram's grin spread like poison, and the assembled children smiled with him. "It won't kill you to trust." The children laughed, a soft and quiet sound, and fell silent.
Gaijin moved towards the chair, pushed gently but firmly by the hands of the man on his back. At the foot of the chair Gaijin stood for a moment that lasted eternity. He placed his right foot in the stirrup, and stepped himself into the chair. His head lolled over the edge of the chair as Iram stepped around him. Iram's hand firmly lifted Gaijin's, and he saw the other children all facing him, sitting cross-legged every one. Iram's hand braced Gaijin as he bent low behind him, face close, daringly close to Gaijin's neck. "You're a brave child, to come all by your lonesome, Gaijin. Your blood shall be... gratifying." Iram's eyes lit up as he looked at the children, infectious grin spread wide.
The odd naked one(nady)
She rested her head softly on the person closest to her, cooing gently.
She smiled happily, wanting nothing more then to please everyone. As
they where called one at a time behind the curtain, she scooted
forward..... His words still rang in her head and Nady did not want to be
considered selfish. A warm blanket covered her out of courtesy for those around her.
She sat up and hummed softly to herself, rocking gently. Another emerged from that darkened corner only to stumbled about till they found a seat once more. Nady could hardly wait her turn. Her mind whirred with different ways it could be done. Needles was the most obvious way, but there where many others. Slitting an appendage and letting it drain into a container was another. There was also the fact that she could bite into her lips and drain it from there. No. That was silly, it would take far too long.
Nady shivered with excitement as she though of the last way that came to mind. It was slightly predictable but the thought of it still sent a coldness that was not unplesent, down her spine.....and if anyone where to do it that way, well lets just say, Iram sure looked the part. Standing up as her turn came, a hand reached from the blackness that hid secrets from those who longed for answers. Nady held the blanket with one hand and took the offered gesture carefully. Bitting her lower lip, she went willingly into the room.
A chair was offered and she sat down carefully, perched on the end of it. She could see nothing but the soft rustling of fabric could be heard. What felt like gossamer strands of silk skimmed over her exposed shoulders and she shivered for the first time. Strong but gentle hands wrapped around her upper arms from behind and she tilted her head back to see what was going on. Looking up, she let out a soft sigh as she lost herself in a flash of eyes and fangs with a smile on her lips.
She smiled happily, wanting nothing more then to please everyone. As
they where called one at a time behind the curtain, she scooted
forward..... His words still rang in her head and Nady did not want to be
considered selfish. A warm blanket covered her out of courtesy for those around her.
She sat up and hummed softly to herself, rocking gently. Another emerged from that darkened corner only to stumbled about till they found a seat once more. Nady could hardly wait her turn. Her mind whirred with different ways it could be done. Needles was the most obvious way, but there where many others. Slitting an appendage and letting it drain into a container was another. There was also the fact that she could bite into her lips and drain it from there. No. That was silly, it would take far too long.
Nady shivered with excitement as she though of the last way that came to mind. It was slightly predictable but the thought of it still sent a coldness that was not unplesent, down her spine.....and if anyone where to do it that way, well lets just say, Iram sure looked the part. Standing up as her turn came, a hand reached from the blackness that hid secrets from those who longed for answers. Nady held the blanket with one hand and took the offered gesture carefully. Bitting her lower lip, she went willingly into the room.
A chair was offered and she sat down carefully, perched on the end of it. She could see nothing but the soft rustling of fabric could be heard. What felt like gossamer strands of silk skimmed over her exposed shoulders and she shivered for the first time. Strong but gentle hands wrapped around her upper arms from behind and she tilted her head back to see what was going on. Looking up, she let out a soft sigh as she lost herself in a flash of eyes and fangs with a smile on her lips.
Mr.Shinjiko
Footsteps, slowly walking down the hallway. The footsteps, heavy with the sound of the boots that the man wore. His two gloved hands rose to tug on the black beanie type hat he wore before they moved to adjust the shades that covered his blue eyes. Stomping out a cigarette, since he figured he wasn't supposed to be smoking there anyways, on the floor before entering the room where the drive was being done. He hadn't really been asked to give blood, he just happened upon the cause.
Letting the doors swing shut behind him, he just stood there for a moment in his black trench coat, the black pants and black shirt with a pair of black wings closing behind him. On his left side was a sheath, black lacquered with a silver and gold design on it. In that sheath was a katana, carried wherever he went. His head turns each way, looking around. He didn't speak, just merely sat down in a chair and rolled up his sleeve. He watched Iram speak to the others, eyeing the red haired girl at the same time with a devilish smirk lifting at his lips.
With a motion of his head, as if asking the nurse to come his way, a nurse walked over and looked at him with a puzzling look dazing her features. "I've come to offer my blood to the ones who need it." He says, his tone almost dark in a certain way. His blood being used to save people, such a laughable thing in his mind. He didn't even get included in the group anymore, yet he still showed up. There were others, and the things to happen would, but that would be after he had given his blood.
The nurse nods her frail little head before producing a needle, touching his flesh with the cold steel. He laughed and watched as the needle plunged into his arm, missing the vein. It was brought back out of his arm before pushed once again back into it, this time hitting its intended target. The syringe slowly filled with the dark crimson liquid. The thick substance was slow to fill the tube, but it filled none-the-less. Taking as much as possible, the nurse smiled the sweetest smile before taking the needle from this mans arm. She stood up, giving a slight bow, next she strolled away with her hips waving to and fro.
This man didn't wait for her to return with the gauze and tape to make that almost homemade band-aid. He instead stood his body up, rolling down his sleeve over his arm which covered up that spot that was still showing signs of blood. He looked around before seeing Iram, raising an eyebrow. One word came to mind, such an evil act on such a great occasion. But Iram wanted blood for the children, this man was going to deliver.
Click
His left hand had moved to where that sheathed katana was, pushing on the thumb guard which caused it to move from the sheath about a quarter of an inch. With his right hand he grasped the handle, pressing down slightly causing the blade inside the sheath to press against a certain part of the inside of the sheath. Removing the katana quickly from its home, it made the indistinguishable sound of its arrival. He pointed at Iram once it was shown, winking in such a way under those glasses that it would send shivers down ones spine. "You want blood to be given, then let the blood rain from the sky and soak the ground." He says with a great devilish smile, twirling the katana around in a circle as he brought it down to his side. "You really need to remember me, maybe this will do it?" He questioned before heading back through the doors. He was a rather quiet fellow, only wanting a few pleasures in life.
Screaming, it was all that could be heard as this man walked through the hallways with that cold steel held down at an angle to his side. No death yet, no oh no. He just kept silent, walking without changing his pace. With his right foot raising, the boot connected with the front door. It was sent flying from its hold on the wall, landing with the sound of scraping metal on the pavement outside. This man rushed now, bringing the katana backwards behind him.
Coming upon a male who was holding a pocketbook, dressed in black clothing and a black hood over his head, this man swung that sword around. The metal blade sliced through this mans elbow, severing his lower arm from his upper arm and dropping the pocketbook onto the ground. With another slash, not stopping at all in this, the mans head was disconnected from his neck. Blood sprayed from the elbow and from the neck, up and out. Next victim was already seen by those almost cold eyes.
A siren was heard, police in nature. Tires screeching, coming this way. Running out into the road, this man stood in wait. As the car approached, the man simply jumped a few feet off the ground and landed right on the top of it, stabbing downwards with the katana right over the drivers side. The blade of the katana slid right into the drivers head, blood spraying out as the blade was twisted. With a simple pull, the blade was brought back from the depths of the skull and metal that the car held. He jumped up and into a flip, letting the car go out from beneath him as he landed on the next car, the police car. The car that held the dead one was sent carreening into the side of a parked car, coming to a stop on impact with a tractor trailer. The cop car slowed, but the man was already gone from the roof.
Swing the katana down at an angle towards his right side, blood sprayed from the katana, the blood of the two he had slain. Was it in cold blood? No. The simple fact was that those two were more then just theives, they were murderers.
The first one had stolen that pocketbook, but how did he steal it? He stole it at gun point from a woman that was 8 months pregnant. In the process of stealing it he shot right into her protruding stomach, destroying any chance that unborn child ever had at living. All for a measly $12.32 in cash, some plastic credit cards that couldn't be used, chapstick, makeup and receipts. He didn't show any remorse in what he had done, and it wasn't the first time that criminal killed or would kill.
The second, had stolen a car, simple enough and not something to die over, right? No. He had stolen that car, but it was again how it was done. Gunpoint, two people. He shot one at point blank, sending the bullet into the back of the neck of a the male that had been the passenger. It was done in such a fashion, that the male passenger was brought out of the car and knelt down before it was done. Execution style. But all things must not end with tragedy, for there was still that female driver. He had shoved her into the trunk of her own car, and had planned to beat and rape her with a touch of torture on the side. But now, now he was dead and against an 18-wheeler and parked car.
The police start investigating the scene, after a few minutes they hear a sound from the trunk. Banging, like someone knocking on a door. Wrenching the trunk lid open, they peer in on a girl that was no more then 20. Little did she know, that the future held in its hands for her a two children, twins. She wasn't pregnant yet, but that was her future.
The man that had done what so many had wished they could do, stood on top of a nearby building, watching the scenes unfold below. He had that same devilish smirk, but it was obvious that maybe he was not pure evil. He chuckled at the deeds that had been done, things that were questionable in the war called life. Take the life of one that took another, wasn't that what was going to happen if they had been incarcerated? He just sped up the process.
Night was falling soon, the sky growing dimmer. His body turned on that roof, his black wings spreading out before they took him into flight, bringing him off into the sunset of that day. The bloodstained street below him was already cleaned of its mess, and Iram was walking out just as that man had taken flight. Most people would bring their gaze upward at hearing such a sound as large beating wings, and upon Iram doing so something would be dropped. What was it? A piece of paper, folded twice and sealed with a kiss. Opening the letter would produce one sentence, and once sentence alone.
-Shinny... remember ********]
The words were in jest, and that was how they should be taken, hoping to cause a laugh with the last word of course since Shinny was one to overuse such phrases. He only did so with those he cared about, those he considered friends. He flew away from that place for the time being though, he had other matters of grave importance to get to. Such as eating chicken with hotsauce, playing FlyFF, watching Anime and seeking out that next thing in Zelda: Ocarina of Time.
(={Sorry if by some chance I offend anyone, it has a deeper meaning then just senseless killing and such.}=)
Letting the doors swing shut behind him, he just stood there for a moment in his black trench coat, the black pants and black shirt with a pair of black wings closing behind him. On his left side was a sheath, black lacquered with a silver and gold design on it. In that sheath was a katana, carried wherever he went. His head turns each way, looking around. He didn't speak, just merely sat down in a chair and rolled up his sleeve. He watched Iram speak to the others, eyeing the red haired girl at the same time with a devilish smirk lifting at his lips.
With a motion of his head, as if asking the nurse to come his way, a nurse walked over and looked at him with a puzzling look dazing her features. "I've come to offer my blood to the ones who need it." He says, his tone almost dark in a certain way. His blood being used to save people, such a laughable thing in his mind. He didn't even get included in the group anymore, yet he still showed up. There were others, and the things to happen would, but that would be after he had given his blood.
The nurse nods her frail little head before producing a needle, touching his flesh with the cold steel. He laughed and watched as the needle plunged into his arm, missing the vein. It was brought back out of his arm before pushed once again back into it, this time hitting its intended target. The syringe slowly filled with the dark crimson liquid. The thick substance was slow to fill the tube, but it filled none-the-less. Taking as much as possible, the nurse smiled the sweetest smile before taking the needle from this mans arm. She stood up, giving a slight bow, next she strolled away with her hips waving to and fro.
This man didn't wait for her to return with the gauze and tape to make that almost homemade band-aid. He instead stood his body up, rolling down his sleeve over his arm which covered up that spot that was still showing signs of blood. He looked around before seeing Iram, raising an eyebrow. One word came to mind, such an evil act on such a great occasion. But Iram wanted blood for the children, this man was going to deliver.
Click
His left hand had moved to where that sheathed katana was, pushing on the thumb guard which caused it to move from the sheath about a quarter of an inch. With his right hand he grasped the handle, pressing down slightly causing the blade inside the sheath to press against a certain part of the inside of the sheath. Removing the katana quickly from its home, it made the indistinguishable sound of its arrival. He pointed at Iram once it was shown, winking in such a way under those glasses that it would send shivers down ones spine. "You want blood to be given, then let the blood rain from the sky and soak the ground." He says with a great devilish smile, twirling the katana around in a circle as he brought it down to his side. "You really need to remember me, maybe this will do it?" He questioned before heading back through the doors. He was a rather quiet fellow, only wanting a few pleasures in life.
Screaming, it was all that could be heard as this man walked through the hallways with that cold steel held down at an angle to his side. No death yet, no oh no. He just kept silent, walking without changing his pace. With his right foot raising, the boot connected with the front door. It was sent flying from its hold on the wall, landing with the sound of scraping metal on the pavement outside. This man rushed now, bringing the katana backwards behind him.
Coming upon a male who was holding a pocketbook, dressed in black clothing and a black hood over his head, this man swung that sword around. The metal blade sliced through this mans elbow, severing his lower arm from his upper arm and dropping the pocketbook onto the ground. With another slash, not stopping at all in this, the mans head was disconnected from his neck. Blood sprayed from the elbow and from the neck, up and out. Next victim was already seen by those almost cold eyes.
A siren was heard, police in nature. Tires screeching, coming this way. Running out into the road, this man stood in wait. As the car approached, the man simply jumped a few feet off the ground and landed right on the top of it, stabbing downwards with the katana right over the drivers side. The blade of the katana slid right into the drivers head, blood spraying out as the blade was twisted. With a simple pull, the blade was brought back from the depths of the skull and metal that the car held. He jumped up and into a flip, letting the car go out from beneath him as he landed on the next car, the police car. The car that held the dead one was sent carreening into the side of a parked car, coming to a stop on impact with a tractor trailer. The cop car slowed, but the man was already gone from the roof.
Swing the katana down at an angle towards his right side, blood sprayed from the katana, the blood of the two he had slain. Was it in cold blood? No. The simple fact was that those two were more then just theives, they were murderers.
The first one had stolen that pocketbook, but how did he steal it? He stole it at gun point from a woman that was 8 months pregnant. In the process of stealing it he shot right into her protruding stomach, destroying any chance that unborn child ever had at living. All for a measly $12.32 in cash, some plastic credit cards that couldn't be used, chapstick, makeup and receipts. He didn't show any remorse in what he had done, and it wasn't the first time that criminal killed or would kill.
The second, had stolen a car, simple enough and not something to die over, right? No. He had stolen that car, but it was again how it was done. Gunpoint, two people. He shot one at point blank, sending the bullet into the back of the neck of a the male that had been the passenger. It was done in such a fashion, that the male passenger was brought out of the car and knelt down before it was done. Execution style. But all things must not end with tragedy, for there was still that female driver. He had shoved her into the trunk of her own car, and had planned to beat and rape her with a touch of torture on the side. But now, now he was dead and against an 18-wheeler and parked car.
The police start investigating the scene, after a few minutes they hear a sound from the trunk. Banging, like someone knocking on a door. Wrenching the trunk lid open, they peer in on a girl that was no more then 20. Little did she know, that the future held in its hands for her a two children, twins. She wasn't pregnant yet, but that was her future.
The man that had done what so many had wished they could do, stood on top of a nearby building, watching the scenes unfold below. He had that same devilish smirk, but it was obvious that maybe he was not pure evil. He chuckled at the deeds that had been done, things that were questionable in the war called life. Take the life of one that took another, wasn't that what was going to happen if they had been incarcerated? He just sped up the process.
Night was falling soon, the sky growing dimmer. His body turned on that roof, his black wings spreading out before they took him into flight, bringing him off into the sunset of that day. The bloodstained street below him was already cleaned of its mess, and Iram was walking out just as that man had taken flight. Most people would bring their gaze upward at hearing such a sound as large beating wings, and upon Iram doing so something would be dropped. What was it? A piece of paper, folded twice and sealed with a kiss. Opening the letter would produce one sentence, and once sentence alone.
-Shinny... remember ********]
The words were in jest, and that was how they should be taken, hoping to cause a laugh with the last word of course since Shinny was one to overuse such phrases. He only did so with those he cared about, those he considered friends. He flew away from that place for the time being though, he had other matters of grave importance to get to. Such as eating chicken with hotsauce, playing FlyFF, watching Anime and seeking out that next thing in Zelda: Ocarina of Time.
(={Sorry if by some chance I offend anyone, it has a deeper meaning then just senseless killing and such.}=)
Albino Rain
His red eyes flashed curiously as the white fur Mouse slipped inside silently, as always, watching the others, most of whom were older then him "Whats going on?" he asked at large. A man turned to him and smiled
"A blood drive" he answered simply and Rain paled, blood made him a tad nervous so he giggled and smiled.
"um...do I have to?" he inquired softly
"yes” the man replied as Rain watched a victim being carried away, that’s what he thought of them anyway, victims. He glanced down at his pale skin, his veins shown clearly. He gulped and sighed going into line behind a blond haired boy talking about cookies. He sighed again and put on his headphones, blasting his music and singing along. Suddenly his batteries shut off eliciting a groan from the albino Mouse. He sighed and looked around at the strange collection of people and the odd fur. He gave a soft squeak of surprise as a hand touched his shoulder. He tilted his head back and peered into the face or a nurse, "Your next" she said in a chilling voice. He gulped and nodded following her. He had completely missed the others who had gotten their blood seized. She smiled and brought him to a chair. He shivered and sat in the chair, holding out his arm gingerly his face turned away from the needle she was holding. He felt the sharp pain of it piercing his skin and squeaked in pain. Then he turned to look as the crimson liquid was drawn into the small tube connected to his arm. He sat back and waited for her to finish. The needle left his arm and a few drops clung to his fur. He smiled and licked them away without thinking. His eyes flashed at the taste of salty copper. He smirked and laughed lightly, stood up and left, snatching a cookie from the blond and eating it in one bite. The oblivious child fell into tears.
"A blood drive" he answered simply and Rain paled, blood made him a tad nervous so he giggled and smiled.
"um...do I have to?" he inquired softly
"yes” the man replied as Rain watched a victim being carried away, that’s what he thought of them anyway, victims. He glanced down at his pale skin, his veins shown clearly. He gulped and sighed going into line behind a blond haired boy talking about cookies. He sighed again and put on his headphones, blasting his music and singing along. Suddenly his batteries shut off eliciting a groan from the albino Mouse. He sighed and looked around at the strange collection of people and the odd fur. He gave a soft squeak of surprise as a hand touched his shoulder. He tilted his head back and peered into the face or a nurse, "Your next" she said in a chilling voice. He gulped and nodded following her. He had completely missed the others who had gotten their blood seized. She smiled and brought him to a chair. He shivered and sat in the chair, holding out his arm gingerly his face turned away from the needle she was holding. He felt the sharp pain of it piercing his skin and squeaked in pain. Then he turned to look as the crimson liquid was drawn into the small tube connected to his arm. He sat back and waited for her to finish. The needle left his arm and a few drops clung to his fur. He smiled and licked them away without thinking. His eyes flashed at the taste of salty copper. He smirked and laughed lightly, stood up and left, snatching a cookie from the blond and eating it in one bite. The oblivious child fell into tears.
The one always on fire(rje)
Sorry about that, malfunction xD
I was told I should post this so...yea...posting....
written tonight with no editing xD and I forgot thesaurus's existed until about the end xD
So
yeah
*blushes and runs away* >////<
He wished he'd brought his cigarettes.
Sitting amongst the others in the darkened room, RJ shifted uncomfortably, a hand rifling through pocket after pocket though he already knew he'd turn up nothing. He was only half-listening to the speech given by the figure up in the room, though everytime those strangely-bright eyes turned in his direction he froze, pretending to be paying rapt attention.
He leaned toward the redhead sitting next to him. "Stiff, love, c'n oi bum a f** from yer?" he whispered, affixing a sad puppy-dog expression on his features when she glanced, annoyed, at him. She chuckled and rolled her eyes, throwing a cancer stick his way from the pack in her pocket. "There you go, you bum - now shh!" Rem only grinned, pecking her on the cheek with a sloppy wet kiss. "Fank yooo Stiffers me girl," he whispered - which elected quite a few more 'Shh!''s from the audience. The nekoboy flushed, mumbled apologies and rose, intending to light up in the back of the room, as not to disturb the others. Besides, he wasn't interested in this spooky Halloween joke Iram had dreamed up. The dog-and-pony show might fool the others but...We vant yehr -blood-, oooh, scary...woteveh mate...wonder wot th' scam is...
Rem yawned as Iram finished, smoking idly (and carefully, he didn't want to catch his shirt alight like last time) when he noticed a dark hallway off to the left. He headed that way, conscientious of his smoke. He walked down the corridor, the only light seeping weakly from the main room...halfway there he was shrounded in utter black. The carpet seemed to soak up his footsteps, for there was no noise, only the hiss of his cherry as he took another drag, the light illuminating his face for a moment. Which made the sudden flash of light at the far end of the corridor all the more apparent. Rem blinked, and then squinted into the gloom. The pale light flickered - what was that? A shadow? A turn in the hallway? This place didn't seem...that big. He took a step forward, then stopped, ears twitching at a noise. A strange...high pitched...whining. Whining? He took another step, and stopped as the light flickered again. No. It wasn't whining...it was....giggling?
Giggling?
A lumpy shape appeared in front of the light, wobbling a little in a way that made the hairs on the back of Rem's neck stand up. He stared, unable to decipher the strange shape. Was the giggling...coming from it? It lurched forward, illuminated briefly by the pale yellow light...it wasn't one figure, it was two...one on top of the other and...and it...
Rem's eyes widened and his throat closed up. The...thing...moved again, giggling fiendishly. The figure on top pointed a dirty gloved hand at Rem, it's stained nurse's cap sliding askew on it's head. It held a rusty scalpel and it's eyes--
He took off back down the hallway, heart pounding a mile a minute, not stopping until he popped back into the room, crashing into a row of chairs and knocking them over, tumbling to the floor along with. "ACK! G--fook! OW....ow...." The Brit groaned, rubbing his sore head and standing, looking around in a daze - then froze. The room was empty.
...how long had he been gone?!? "Ah, Rj...glad you could finally join us," Iram smirked from the front of the room, holding out his hand. "You're late." Stiffy stood next to him, decked out in a nurse's uniform complete with cap, a surgeon's mask over her face, dark glasses hiding her eyes. He eyed the cap and shivered, then shook his head, pushing the memory from his mind. Obviously he'd...been daydreaming or something.
"Oi'm always late, didn' yeh know that?" he grinned cockily, brushing himself off and heading over to the chair. He'd given blood before, he knew how all this worked. "Oi wozn't gonna fall f'yehr little ploy, mate, but then yeh go and mention cookies..." he smirked, plopping down in the chair. "An' oi'm not a man t'go and turn down free bakery products."
Iram turned to him, the smirk never leaving his lips. "Ploy? So you feel my blood drive was...a trick? Why would that be, Rembrandt?" He glanced at Stiffy, smirk deepening. "Why would anyone need blood?"
Rem frowned. He didn't recall ever telling Iram his real name. Oh well. Stiffy probably had. "Oi dunno mate, you tell me," he chuckled, rolling up his sleeve and sticking his arm out. "S'noice lil' 'alloween story for the young'ins but s'a little early f'all that, yea? Blood's only good f'two fings - 'ealin' or 'urtin'..." He winced a little as Stiffy plunged the hypo into his arm, drawing out a vial in a matter of moments. "Oy, Stiff, love, did oi eveh tell yer about me nurse fantasy?" he smirked at her, but she didn't respond. "Stiffy?" He frowned. "Sommin' wrong wiv yehr eyes?"
"There's nothing wrong with her eyes," Iram interrupted, stepping forward. "Thank you Stiffy, you may go now." She did, and Rem frowned deeper. Something felt...odd. Had the room gotten darker? Iram's eyes were bright though, as he watched the Brit. Rem stared down at his arm, the little spot of Blood beading up and then congealing. He felt...strangely disappointed. "Well...that woz a waste ov toime," he muttered to himself, standing. A hand on his shoulder stopped him.
"What's wrong? Not what you were expecting?" Iram murmured, voice silken like honey. "I mean - if this is a scam, then you really lost nothing, eh?"
Rem turned, meeting his eyes, then flinched slightly, looking away. Something about them unnerved the boy. They were too...bright... He shrugged. "Oi...oi dunno..." he muttered, rubbing his forehead. Strange thoughts were coming to his head, unbidden memories. Unpleasant memories. "Wot are you doin' wiv it?" he asked, suddenly desire to know overwhelming him.
"What do you care? It's just a Halloween show after all. Shouldn't you be going home? You'll be late," Iram said then coldly, walking away. Rj stared and then trotted after him. "Oi'm always late," he said, grabbing Iram's arm. "Wot's it for??" Iram turned suddenly, stepping -very- close to the Brit. Rem gasped, breath catching in his throat as he stared up at that blank, half-shadowed face. His eye narrowed. "Oi...know you..."
"I have many forms," Iram said simply, shaking the nekoboy off and turning again. RJ blinked stupidly. "...wot?" The dark figure said nothing, merely walking away through another hallway - this one well lit, resembling the type in a doctor's office with examination rooms lining it. He blinked the scurried after him.
"It's very interesting what you said about blood," Iram said suddenly. "Being only for healing - or hurting." He walked quickly, not bothering to turn around or slow, and Rem stumbled after, keeping pace as best he could. "Have you ever considered," he said then, slowing and stopping in front of a blank steel door, turning to face Rem, fingers grazing idly over the metal. "...both at the same time?"
Rj frowned, fingers twisting nervously around one another for some reason. He stared at his shoes, cheeks flushing, those same memories welling up in the back of his head, threating to drown him.
"Yes," he whispered, voice hoarse. "I have."
Iram smiled - not a smirk, but not a happy smile. Sharp and dangerous, it glittered in the light. It had gotten darker, the Brit was sure of it. "Good then," he chuckled, opening the door. Rem stared. "Go on...you'll get your answers," the dark figure urged, a hand going to the neko's shoulder. His touch was cold and Rem flinched, moving away. He hesitated...and then stepped forward, into the room.
It was just a plan, nondescript room, a table and chairs on one side, a few mysterious crates against a wall...closet doors that were bolted shut, and a long wall that was stained a darker color than the others. He walked in, then blinked. The floor was slightly sloped, toward the middle of the room where there was drain. ...It must have been a shower facility once.
"What--?" Rem muttered, confused, but was shushed by a cold finger against his lips. Arms encircled him from behind and he shuddered -- however, the touch was not so unpleasant this time. A voice whispered in his ear. "Every one of my children recieved what they want -- a kiss, a dream, a cookie," he smirked, "except you. Why is that?"
The Brit swayed a little, feeling as if he were in a dream -- everything felt unreal, but familar. He'd done this before. Again and again...and he'd keep doing it again and again until...
...until what?
"Yer can't give me wot oi wont," he muttered, cheeks flushing. He idly wondered why he couldn't feel Iram's breath against his neck, but he could feel his lips.
"Can't I?" the dark male smirked, then slid around to face the neko, standing so close he could feel the whispy tendrils of his scarf. "Some people's lives are entertwined with blood...spattered with it," he said, changing the subject. "Is yours?"
Rem's lips parted to speak, but he heard a high pitched noise off to his left -- like giggling -- and gasped in fright, head jerking to stare at the door. "Shh..." Iram murmured, cupping the male's jaw and bringing his head back around to face him. "You're safe here. I asked you a question...?"
The nekoboy licked his dry lips and swallowed. "Yea..." "Yea," Iram repeated, grinning, knowing the answer already. "And you've used it to hurt, haven't you?"
"Yea." He felt dizzy and shook his head a little.
"And to heal?"
"...yea." The shadows were...moving....he swore they were. "Wos wiv th' twenny questions, mate?" he mumbled, blinking at Iram. The other only grinned. "And both? Together?...."
Rem paused, closing his eyes tightly. A ragged sob rose in his throat. ".....yes."
The dark-hooded figure chuckled, turning Rem so he was facing the far wall - the stained one, circles of metal screwed in it at the top and bottom. Those arms slid around him again, cold lips against his ear. He felt tendrils of something cold and whispy snake around his legs and arms and shivered. "O-oi wonna go 'ome," he whimpered, suddenly afraid for reasons he couldn't name.
"But you can't go home, love," Iram whispered as the sound of the door opening and closing came from behind him. "You're much too late for that." Rem blinked and then laughed briefly, high-pitched and strained, breaking down into a sob. "R-roight...roight," he said, gritting his teeth, gaining control again. "'m....always...late."
He heard soft giggling behind them. "Remmie....Remmie..." Iram sighed in his ear. "What do you want? ....pleasure?" His fingernails raked over the Brit's stomach and Rj winced. "Pain?" And they raked across his soft flesh again, only harder, and he gasped, shuddering. "Punishment?" The sharp talons dug into his stomach and he trembled, sweat popping out on his brow.
Rem stared at the stained wall, licking his lips, again feeling like this was a dream. His...or someone else's? He closed his eyes, and sagged a little against Iram...he didn't feel so cold, now. He relaxed, a small smile even sliding over his lips. It was all going to be okay.
He knew why the wall was stained.
And what the drain was for.
"Absolution," he whispered hoarsely.
Iram paused, blinking at him. Then smiled. "Now that," he hissed in the Brit's ear. "We can give you."
Rem smiled as the other stepped away. "Take him...he's ready," Iram said to someone behind them, and the male felt his arms being taken, felt himself being lifted, half-carried, half-dragged over to the wall. He went without protest, eyes half-shut so he wouldn't have to see what was chaining him to the wall through the bolts at the top and bottom, arms dangling above him, legs spread apart. He only gazed at Iram, ignoring the giggling figure behind him, the one on top brandishing her scapel eagerly. He had a thought and chuckled as Iram came close to him. "What is it, Remmie?" the man smirked.
"...Oi woz just wishin' oi'd brought me cigarettes," he laughed, smiling at Iram. "Oi sure could use one, now." The other chuckled, patting him on the shoulder. "I always liked you," he said, sliding the male's eyepatch off. Rem blushed, blinking at him -- one eye a deep violet, the other colorless, a slight scar slitting the bottom lid. "You crack me up." He leaned forward, suddenly, pressing chill lips against Rem's, as sharp talons sliced along his stomach and chest - tearing his shirt to shreds. The male hissed inward, body jerking at the pain...and then relaxed. There was plenty of time, after all.
Iram moved away and Rem closed his eyes in anticipation, the figures in the shadows beginning to lurch and hobble toward him. Finally.
He just hoped he had enough blood for them all.
I was told I should post this so...yea...posting....
written tonight with no editing xD and I forgot thesaurus's existed until about the end xD
So
yeah
*blushes and runs away* >////<
He wished he'd brought his cigarettes.
Sitting amongst the others in the darkened room, RJ shifted uncomfortably, a hand rifling through pocket after pocket though he already knew he'd turn up nothing. He was only half-listening to the speech given by the figure up in the room, though everytime those strangely-bright eyes turned in his direction he froze, pretending to be paying rapt attention.
He leaned toward the redhead sitting next to him. "Stiff, love, c'n oi bum a f** from yer?" he whispered, affixing a sad puppy-dog expression on his features when she glanced, annoyed, at him. She chuckled and rolled her eyes, throwing a cancer stick his way from the pack in her pocket. "There you go, you bum - now shh!" Rem only grinned, pecking her on the cheek with a sloppy wet kiss. "Fank yooo Stiffers me girl," he whispered - which elected quite a few more 'Shh!''s from the audience. The nekoboy flushed, mumbled apologies and rose, intending to light up in the back of the room, as not to disturb the others. Besides, he wasn't interested in this spooky Halloween joke Iram had dreamed up. The dog-and-pony show might fool the others but...We vant yehr -blood-, oooh, scary...woteveh mate...wonder wot th' scam is...
Rem yawned as Iram finished, smoking idly (and carefully, he didn't want to catch his shirt alight like last time) when he noticed a dark hallway off to the left. He headed that way, conscientious of his smoke. He walked down the corridor, the only light seeping weakly from the main room...halfway there he was shrounded in utter black. The carpet seemed to soak up his footsteps, for there was no noise, only the hiss of his cherry as he took another drag, the light illuminating his face for a moment. Which made the sudden flash of light at the far end of the corridor all the more apparent. Rem blinked, and then squinted into the gloom. The pale light flickered - what was that? A shadow? A turn in the hallway? This place didn't seem...that big. He took a step forward, then stopped, ears twitching at a noise. A strange...high pitched...whining. Whining? He took another step, and stopped as the light flickered again. No. It wasn't whining...it was....giggling?
Giggling?
A lumpy shape appeared in front of the light, wobbling a little in a way that made the hairs on the back of Rem's neck stand up. He stared, unable to decipher the strange shape. Was the giggling...coming from it? It lurched forward, illuminated briefly by the pale yellow light...it wasn't one figure, it was two...one on top of the other and...and it...
Rem's eyes widened and his throat closed up. The...thing...moved again, giggling fiendishly. The figure on top pointed a dirty gloved hand at Rem, it's stained nurse's cap sliding askew on it's head. It held a rusty scalpel and it's eyes--
He took off back down the hallway, heart pounding a mile a minute, not stopping until he popped back into the room, crashing into a row of chairs and knocking them over, tumbling to the floor along with. "ACK! G--fook! OW....ow...." The Brit groaned, rubbing his sore head and standing, looking around in a daze - then froze. The room was empty.
...how long had he been gone?!? "Ah, Rj...glad you could finally join us," Iram smirked from the front of the room, holding out his hand. "You're late." Stiffy stood next to him, decked out in a nurse's uniform complete with cap, a surgeon's mask over her face, dark glasses hiding her eyes. He eyed the cap and shivered, then shook his head, pushing the memory from his mind. Obviously he'd...been daydreaming or something.
"Oi'm always late, didn' yeh know that?" he grinned cockily, brushing himself off and heading over to the chair. He'd given blood before, he knew how all this worked. "Oi wozn't gonna fall f'yehr little ploy, mate, but then yeh go and mention cookies..." he smirked, plopping down in the chair. "An' oi'm not a man t'go and turn down free bakery products."
Iram turned to him, the smirk never leaving his lips. "Ploy? So you feel my blood drive was...a trick? Why would that be, Rembrandt?" He glanced at Stiffy, smirk deepening. "Why would anyone need blood?"
Rem frowned. He didn't recall ever telling Iram his real name. Oh well. Stiffy probably had. "Oi dunno mate, you tell me," he chuckled, rolling up his sleeve and sticking his arm out. "S'noice lil' 'alloween story for the young'ins but s'a little early f'all that, yea? Blood's only good f'two fings - 'ealin' or 'urtin'..." He winced a little as Stiffy plunged the hypo into his arm, drawing out a vial in a matter of moments. "Oy, Stiff, love, did oi eveh tell yer about me nurse fantasy?" he smirked at her, but she didn't respond. "Stiffy?" He frowned. "Sommin' wrong wiv yehr eyes?"
"There's nothing wrong with her eyes," Iram interrupted, stepping forward. "Thank you Stiffy, you may go now." She did, and Rem frowned deeper. Something felt...odd. Had the room gotten darker? Iram's eyes were bright though, as he watched the Brit. Rem stared down at his arm, the little spot of Blood beading up and then congealing. He felt...strangely disappointed. "Well...that woz a waste ov toime," he muttered to himself, standing. A hand on his shoulder stopped him.
"What's wrong? Not what you were expecting?" Iram murmured, voice silken like honey. "I mean - if this is a scam, then you really lost nothing, eh?"
Rem turned, meeting his eyes, then flinched slightly, looking away. Something about them unnerved the boy. They were too...bright... He shrugged. "Oi...oi dunno..." he muttered, rubbing his forehead. Strange thoughts were coming to his head, unbidden memories. Unpleasant memories. "Wot are you doin' wiv it?" he asked, suddenly desire to know overwhelming him.
"What do you care? It's just a Halloween show after all. Shouldn't you be going home? You'll be late," Iram said then coldly, walking away. Rj stared and then trotted after him. "Oi'm always late," he said, grabbing Iram's arm. "Wot's it for??" Iram turned suddenly, stepping -very- close to the Brit. Rem gasped, breath catching in his throat as he stared up at that blank, half-shadowed face. His eye narrowed. "Oi...know you..."
"I have many forms," Iram said simply, shaking the nekoboy off and turning again. RJ blinked stupidly. "...wot?" The dark figure said nothing, merely walking away through another hallway - this one well lit, resembling the type in a doctor's office with examination rooms lining it. He blinked the scurried after him.
"It's very interesting what you said about blood," Iram said suddenly. "Being only for healing - or hurting." He walked quickly, not bothering to turn around or slow, and Rem stumbled after, keeping pace as best he could. "Have you ever considered," he said then, slowing and stopping in front of a blank steel door, turning to face Rem, fingers grazing idly over the metal. "...both at the same time?"
Rj frowned, fingers twisting nervously around one another for some reason. He stared at his shoes, cheeks flushing, those same memories welling up in the back of his head, threating to drown him.
"Yes," he whispered, voice hoarse. "I have."
Iram smiled - not a smirk, but not a happy smile. Sharp and dangerous, it glittered in the light. It had gotten darker, the Brit was sure of it. "Good then," he chuckled, opening the door. Rem stared. "Go on...you'll get your answers," the dark figure urged, a hand going to the neko's shoulder. His touch was cold and Rem flinched, moving away. He hesitated...and then stepped forward, into the room.
It was just a plan, nondescript room, a table and chairs on one side, a few mysterious crates against a wall...closet doors that were bolted shut, and a long wall that was stained a darker color than the others. He walked in, then blinked. The floor was slightly sloped, toward the middle of the room where there was drain. ...It must have been a shower facility once.
"What--?" Rem muttered, confused, but was shushed by a cold finger against his lips. Arms encircled him from behind and he shuddered -- however, the touch was not so unpleasant this time. A voice whispered in his ear. "Every one of my children recieved what they want -- a kiss, a dream, a cookie," he smirked, "except you. Why is that?"
The Brit swayed a little, feeling as if he were in a dream -- everything felt unreal, but familar. He'd done this before. Again and again...and he'd keep doing it again and again until...
...until what?
"Yer can't give me wot oi wont," he muttered, cheeks flushing. He idly wondered why he couldn't feel Iram's breath against his neck, but he could feel his lips.
"Can't I?" the dark male smirked, then slid around to face the neko, standing so close he could feel the whispy tendrils of his scarf. "Some people's lives are entertwined with blood...spattered with it," he said, changing the subject. "Is yours?"
Rem's lips parted to speak, but he heard a high pitched noise off to his left -- like giggling -- and gasped in fright, head jerking to stare at the door. "Shh..." Iram murmured, cupping the male's jaw and bringing his head back around to face him. "You're safe here. I asked you a question...?"
The nekoboy licked his dry lips and swallowed. "Yea..." "Yea," Iram repeated, grinning, knowing the answer already. "And you've used it to hurt, haven't you?"
"Yea." He felt dizzy and shook his head a little.
"And to heal?"
"...yea." The shadows were...moving....he swore they were. "Wos wiv th' twenny questions, mate?" he mumbled, blinking at Iram. The other only grinned. "And both? Together?...."
Rem paused, closing his eyes tightly. A ragged sob rose in his throat. ".....yes."
The dark-hooded figure chuckled, turning Rem so he was facing the far wall - the stained one, circles of metal screwed in it at the top and bottom. Those arms slid around him again, cold lips against his ear. He felt tendrils of something cold and whispy snake around his legs and arms and shivered. "O-oi wonna go 'ome," he whimpered, suddenly afraid for reasons he couldn't name.
"But you can't go home, love," Iram whispered as the sound of the door opening and closing came from behind him. "You're much too late for that." Rem blinked and then laughed briefly, high-pitched and strained, breaking down into a sob. "R-roight...roight," he said, gritting his teeth, gaining control again. "'m....always...late."
He heard soft giggling behind them. "Remmie....Remmie..." Iram sighed in his ear. "What do you want? ....pleasure?" His fingernails raked over the Brit's stomach and Rj winced. "Pain?" And they raked across his soft flesh again, only harder, and he gasped, shuddering. "Punishment?" The sharp talons dug into his stomach and he trembled, sweat popping out on his brow.
Rem stared at the stained wall, licking his lips, again feeling like this was a dream. His...or someone else's? He closed his eyes, and sagged a little against Iram...he didn't feel so cold, now. He relaxed, a small smile even sliding over his lips. It was all going to be okay.
He knew why the wall was stained.
And what the drain was for.
"Absolution," he whispered hoarsely.
Iram paused, blinking at him. Then smiled. "Now that," he hissed in the Brit's ear. "We can give you."
Rem smiled as the other stepped away. "Take him...he's ready," Iram said to someone behind them, and the male felt his arms being taken, felt himself being lifted, half-carried, half-dragged over to the wall. He went without protest, eyes half-shut so he wouldn't have to see what was chaining him to the wall through the bolts at the top and bottom, arms dangling above him, legs spread apart. He only gazed at Iram, ignoring the giggling figure behind him, the one on top brandishing her scapel eagerly. He had a thought and chuckled as Iram came close to him. "What is it, Remmie?" the man smirked.
"...Oi woz just wishin' oi'd brought me cigarettes," he laughed, smiling at Iram. "Oi sure could use one, now." The other chuckled, patting him on the shoulder. "I always liked you," he said, sliding the male's eyepatch off. Rem blushed, blinking at him -- one eye a deep violet, the other colorless, a slight scar slitting the bottom lid. "You crack me up." He leaned forward, suddenly, pressing chill lips against Rem's, as sharp talons sliced along his stomach and chest - tearing his shirt to shreds. The male hissed inward, body jerking at the pain...and then relaxed. There was plenty of time, after all.
Iram moved away and Rem closed his eyes in anticipation, the figures in the shadows beginning to lurch and hobble toward him. Finally.
He just hoped he had enough blood for them all.
Kokiri-fran
Kiri walked into the thread clumsily but without notice. The little boy dressed in green poked his head from behind the sofa and shouted, “WAKKA WAKKA, Pacman’s on crack!” He realized people had ignored his overly enthusiastic shout. He grinned and approached the others who were all in line. They all looked gloomy yet excited, kinda freaky. Kiri glanced at them pondering.
“Why the strange expressions?” He asked aloud, poking a small boy with a cookie, “Gai, answer me!”
As Kiri’s bleach smile shown excessively the pretty and nakie girl shouted at clueless Kiri, “Hun! Those cookies are for after the shot!”
“Shot!” Kiri exclaimed hyperful. He pranced around the children waiting anxiously.
“Daddy!” cried out Rje, his searing eyes starring at the random boy in green. “This boy is being greedy and keeping all the cookies to himself!”
Kiri’s smile turned pouty and he curved to see Rje, the one with green hair, “Am not!” he exclaimed immaturely. He did not like being affronted, especially when he was oblivious of the case.
A tall, serious woman grabbed Kiri by the ear. She pulled him to the back of the line and said, “Listen to your siblings. You will donate blood like everyone else and only then can you have cookies and juice.”
Kiri, zoned out, looked up at the woman still spacewalking, “Wow, you got red hair…”
She gave an affirming grin and walked away. The boy finally realized his ear stung from the pinch. He rubbed the cartilage until the skin turned a cherry color.
He waited in line behind a little sweetheart who awkwardly held a scalpel to her heart. “I will go eat cookies after this,” Kiri stated. She smiled at him curiously, “Everyone will, Bimbo…”
Kiri chuckled, “so what are we waiting for, what’s this whole blood donation thing about?”
A pale figure, purple hair, passed by them and grabbed a cookie. Kiri drooled and the girl answered, “Weren’t you there when Daddy explained t us of the sick children. We must donate blood to them like we would want them to donate some to us if we were hospitalized. Like this we aren’t greedy.”
Kiri starred blankly then jumped up abruptly, “Okay!”
“NEXT!” called out the pretty and spooky nurse.
The little girl entered a somber room. Kiri watched her go. He peered in the crack of the closing door and saw a large ma pulling out large syringes. He tried to see his face but it was covered. Kiri stepped forward but the nurse stopped him, “Wait your turn.” She demanded coldly. Kiri frowned and waited.
Soon the grinning girl he had met exited the room. She was not lifely anymore. Her skin became cold and she almost looked dead. “That’s why they give us cookies afterwards.” Kiri thought.
The tall nurse came to Kiri and looked down at the small boy. He looked up and guessed it was his turned. Psyched about it he jumped into the room without her aid. He sat on the shaddy chair sitting in the center of the room. There was nothing else in the room but the chair. Kiri thought it looked lonely and was happy to be sitting on it. A surprise is always more fun when two. Kiri was getting anxious, “So when is the shot…? I want my cookie.”
A deep voice signaled Kiri to hush. It was stale but young. Kiri got a burst of excitement and placed his hands over his mouth as he started to giggle. A large hand gripped his shoulder. “You happy to donate blood?” asked the voice. Kiri couldn’t stop laughing. The voice asked again but this time tried to be kind. Kiri looked up and saw the face of the man. He wore a gas mask, God knows why, and his green eyes starred at the bouncy kid. “This one might be hard…” whispered the man.
The man invited his nurse in the room. She pinned Kiri down to the chair. Again he thought it was a game and shouted, “I rolled a twenty and fire blasted you two!”
“He isn’t sane!” she shouted to the guy. Kiri continued jumping obliviously. Finally the man grabbed him and pinned him to the ground. The nurse looked impatiently and fearfully. Finally the man took off his as mask. His mouth was skirted with velvet red. When he dug his teeth into Kiri’s soft neck, crystal blood oozed out staining Kiri’s green shirt.
“I thought the blood was for the children,” mentioned Kiri hazily.
Iram the doctor, laughed at the naïve child. Once he finished feasting, kissing his nurse to feed her too, he sent out the blood filled boy. “Next…” moaned Kiri, heading for the cookies.
“Why the strange expressions?” He asked aloud, poking a small boy with a cookie, “Gai, answer me!”
As Kiri’s bleach smile shown excessively the pretty and nakie girl shouted at clueless Kiri, “Hun! Those cookies are for after the shot!”
“Shot!” Kiri exclaimed hyperful. He pranced around the children waiting anxiously.
“Daddy!” cried out Rje, his searing eyes starring at the random boy in green. “This boy is being greedy and keeping all the cookies to himself!”
Kiri’s smile turned pouty and he curved to see Rje, the one with green hair, “Am not!” he exclaimed immaturely. He did not like being affronted, especially when he was oblivious of the case.
A tall, serious woman grabbed Kiri by the ear. She pulled him to the back of the line and said, “Listen to your siblings. You will donate blood like everyone else and only then can you have cookies and juice.”
Kiri, zoned out, looked up at the woman still spacewalking, “Wow, you got red hair…”
She gave an affirming grin and walked away. The boy finally realized his ear stung from the pinch. He rubbed the cartilage until the skin turned a cherry color.
He waited in line behind a little sweetheart who awkwardly held a scalpel to her heart. “I will go eat cookies after this,” Kiri stated. She smiled at him curiously, “Everyone will, Bimbo…”
Kiri chuckled, “so what are we waiting for, what’s this whole blood donation thing about?”
A pale figure, purple hair, passed by them and grabbed a cookie. Kiri drooled and the girl answered, “Weren’t you there when Daddy explained t us of the sick children. We must donate blood to them like we would want them to donate some to us if we were hospitalized. Like this we aren’t greedy.”
Kiri starred blankly then jumped up abruptly, “Okay!”
“NEXT!” called out the pretty and spooky nurse.
The little girl entered a somber room. Kiri watched her go. He peered in the crack of the closing door and saw a large ma pulling out large syringes. He tried to see his face but it was covered. Kiri stepped forward but the nurse stopped him, “Wait your turn.” She demanded coldly. Kiri frowned and waited.
Soon the grinning girl he had met exited the room. She was not lifely anymore. Her skin became cold and she almost looked dead. “That’s why they give us cookies afterwards.” Kiri thought.
The tall nurse came to Kiri and looked down at the small boy. He looked up and guessed it was his turned. Psyched about it he jumped into the room without her aid. He sat on the shaddy chair sitting in the center of the room. There was nothing else in the room but the chair. Kiri thought it looked lonely and was happy to be sitting on it. A surprise is always more fun when two. Kiri was getting anxious, “So when is the shot…? I want my cookie.”
A deep voice signaled Kiri to hush. It was stale but young. Kiri got a burst of excitement and placed his hands over his mouth as he started to giggle. A large hand gripped his shoulder. “You happy to donate blood?” asked the voice. Kiri couldn’t stop laughing. The voice asked again but this time tried to be kind. Kiri looked up and saw the face of the man. He wore a gas mask, God knows why, and his green eyes starred at the bouncy kid. “This one might be hard…” whispered the man.
The man invited his nurse in the room. She pinned Kiri down to the chair. Again he thought it was a game and shouted, “I rolled a twenty and fire blasted you two!”
“He isn’t sane!” she shouted to the guy. Kiri continued jumping obliviously. Finally the man grabbed him and pinned him to the ground. The nurse looked impatiently and fearfully. Finally the man took off his as mask. His mouth was skirted with velvet red. When he dug his teeth into Kiri’s soft neck, crystal blood oozed out staining Kiri’s green shirt.
“I thought the blood was for the children,” mentioned Kiri hazily.
Iram the doctor, laughed at the naïve child. Once he finished feasting, kissing his nurse to feed her too, he sent out the blood filled boy. “Next…” moaned Kiri, heading for the cookies.
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