February 22nd 2014

Subject: "D"


D slips out the door of the hotel room. It's close to midnight, and the moon is high and half full. He steps carefully away and creeps down the stairs to the ground floor. He has a very determined expression on his face as he makes his way away from the hotel. This was a mistake...


He walks for half an hour, making his way downtown, slipping into an alleyway. A wrench hangs loosely from his hand, a grin spreading across his face as he walks close to the wall of the alley, spying someone fiddling with the keys to the back door of their building.


Paint... I need paint... 


He mutters as he sneaks closer, his grip tightening on the handle of the wrench. His foot hits a puddle, causing a small splash, and drawing the attention of the person trying to get inside. They turn to look in the direction of the sound but as they do, D bolts forward, raising the wrench high before slamming it down on the innocent bystander's head. Crimson splashes across the wall and door as the man collapses to the floor. He was so violent all the time. It was just good he never hurt Bernard.

Such pretty pretty colors...
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D raises the wrench and slams it down on their head several more times, reducing their head to a bloody pulp. He throws the wrench to the side before dropping to his knees and grabbing their shirt, ripping it open before digging his fingers into their stomach and ripping a gory hole in them. D leans down and takes a deep breath, seeming to enjoy the smell of fresh blood before he sits up and looks down at the blood coating his hands.

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He'll know it was me... Both of them will know... I'll get them. 


D cups his hands inside of the man's torso and collects some blood before splashing it on a clean portion of the floor, quickly moving his hands, scrawling out in crude handwriting a message. "LOOK FOR ME. - D" He steps back and eyes the message for a few seconds before he thinks of something and grins wide. He kneels down and punches into the hole he had created in the man, coating himself in fresh blood once more. He goes to the wall and changes the O's in Look to eyes and then kneels down once more, grabbing one end of his intestines and pulls, stringing out a portion before raising it to his lips and biting off the section he needed. He positions the separated piece of intestines just below the O's, making a bloody smiley face. He stands up once more and looks down at the horrid mess he had made and smiles with pride, clapping his hands excitedly and jumping up and down a few times.


I'm such a talented artist! Oh Cavan won't be able to stay away! A taunt like that can never go unanswered.


D raises his hands to his face and licks the blood off, doing his best to reduce the amount of blood he might trail away with him. He grabs his wrench before running off, quickly making his way back to the hotel. He very carefully sneaks back in, and goes to take a shower to clean himself of all evidence. As he lays down beside Bernard he wraps his arms around the smaller male and hugs him tightly, before drifting peacefully off to sleep. Poor, poor Bernard.