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capeandcowl2012-02-15 02:06 pm
goryteller) wrote in capeandcowl2012-02-15 02:06 pm
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twenty-five. video. backdated to late last night.
[The feed is filled with the sound of heavy breathing. Then choked laughter. Then the video snaps on.]
I'm so fucking bored today, City. What should I do?
[Something has snapped quite palpably in the man who was playing with shadow puppets only days before. The feed is focused on his face, on his manic eyes and disheveled hair. He's rocking on a chair that isn't meant to rock.]
I know. I know what I'll do. I'll kill someone!
[He stops rocking. Drums his fingers on the bottom of the seat.]
Maybe I'll blow up a hospital, show that off. Maybe I'll kidnap a bunch of other fucking imports, tie them to chairs, torture them, and broadcast their sorry, knife-ridden bodies to the network. Maybe I'll shoot a child in cold blood, you little bastard. [He affects, quite accurately, Ladd's accent.] Torture with spells. Slash throats. Decapitate. Trick people into solving madlibs and then beat them to death with sticks. Kidnap people weaker than me and cut into their heads ahah-ha--
[His breaths dissolve into something like the beginning of tears hitch hitch hitch and then spits into laughter instead. He drags his hands over his face. His voice is a frail whisper:]
Oh my God. You monsters.
I'm so fucking bored today, City. What should I do?
[Something has snapped quite palpably in the man who was playing with shadow puppets only days before. The feed is focused on his face, on his manic eyes and disheveled hair. He's rocking on a chair that isn't meant to rock.]
I know. I know what I'll do. I'll kill someone!
[He stops rocking. Drums his fingers on the bottom of the seat.]
Maybe I'll blow up a hospital, show that off. Maybe I'll kidnap a bunch of other fucking imports, tie them to chairs, torture them, and broadcast their sorry, knife-ridden bodies to the network. Maybe I'll shoot a child in cold blood, you little bastard. [He affects, quite accurately, Ladd's accent.] Torture with spells. Slash throats. Decapitate. Trick people into solving madlibs and then beat them to death with sticks. Kidnap people weaker than me and cut into their heads ahah-ha--
[His breaths dissolve into something like the beginning of tears hitch hitch hitch and then spits into laughter instead. He drags his hands over his face. His voice is a frail whisper:]
Oh my God. You monsters.
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Oh, I want to hurt him. Badly. I want to see him strain every limb in futility. Mmm, you've heard that Voice of his, haven't you? That foreign voice... What would it sound like keening? Breaking in little truncated sobs--howling itself hoarse.
Breathtaking.
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[beat]
I admit I'm curious as well. If you don't have your hands full already, feel free to begin collecting information on him. But you know your number one priority.
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Mmmmnn, declawing Eddie. Much easier said than done, but not impossible.
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roman's annoyance is audible]
Duly noted.