[Closed RP] a hunting we will go...

[red-eyed-l.livejournal.com]

Hogwarts and all its magic was good, but it compared little to actual flesh and blood. And what a delightful surprise, there was someone who was rather eager to kill.

Beyond and Johnny C had planned to go into town and murder people. With a broomstick flight as well.

It was close to midnight when Beyond stood on the outskirts of Hogwarts, trying to determine exactly where the no-kill rule ended.

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[red-eyed-l.livejournal.com]

Much like the man Beyond was supposed to become, Beyond wore worn out sneakers, and only when necessary. All the blood was so tempting, he couldn't resist.

Beyond took off his shoes so he can stain his feet with blood.

He pulled out the other knife and stabbed two people at once, not really noting where.

[waste-lock.livejournal.com]

Nny would have winced a little at that; blood was a necessary evil to him, not something to literally bathe in. But he was delightfully distracted, concentrating on the lovely crackle of skulls under his hammer, and pulling his new screwdriver from his pocket; time to 'christen' it.

[red-eyed-l.livejournal.com]

He liked blood. His, A's, some random strangers, it did not matter.

"A screwdriver? Interesting choice." He picked up a barstool, and threw hard, bowling over a few who attempted to escape.

[waste-lock.livejournal.com]

"Got it as a sorting bribe." Laughing, he swung it, catching one of the last people standing in the eye and twisting it. "I meant to sharpen it, oh well."

[red-eyed-l.livejournal.com]

"Then it makes more sense. Johnny, I do believe we have only this one left," he gestured to the witness, shaking in his seat.

[waste-lock.livejournal.com]

"Well, we don't want to be wasteful." Laughing shrilly, Nny used the screwdriver to skewer the man's other hand, jamming into the table with brute force. Pulling out a small knife, Nny started slicing at the man's face, pulling the skin free.

[red-eyed-l.livejournal.com]

While Nny worked on the face, Beyond concentrated on the legs. Taking one leg, he twisted hard to break it at the knee. Not enough to break skin, but he would still bleed inside.

Beyond already knew that was ineffective, nevertheless, he's quite fond of it.

He did the same to the other leg, then reached for the knives and began carving letters in the man's chest.

[waste-lock.livejournal.com]

After stripping the skin off their subject's face (the screams had changed noticeably when he'd peeled off his cheeks), Nny started on the scalp. That part certainly bled a lot, trickling down his neck and drenching his shirt. Almost as an afterthought, Nny stabbed out the man's eyes.

[red-eyed-l.livejournal.com]

Difficult, perhaps, but he managed to carve 'verrues de porc' in the chest. He liked leaving clues, but they would have to find a French speaker, and even then, unless they knew about the magical world, 'Warts of pig'-the closest he could translate 'Hogwarts'-would not mean anything.

He broke the salt cellar and began driving the pieces of glass under his nails.

[waste-lock.livejournal.com]

Nny was being more basic; he'd moved on to peeling the skin off the man's back, whistling as he did so.

"We could set him on fire," he said idly.

No, he didn't know about Beyond's history with fire.

[red-eyed-l.livejournal.com]

Didn't matter. The idea was good, but...

"And waste such beautiful flames on a dead person? No, if we are to burn someone, it must be a living one. The screams...so beautiful." He should know, he's made screams of his own.

[waste-lock.livejournal.com]

"We can find someone, if you like. Cap off the evening with something shiny." He grinned widely at that. Explosions were more his usual style than flames, but variety was good.

[red-eyed-l.livejournal.com]

"Perfect."

He dug around behind the bar, confiscating two lighters and two bottles of vodka, just in case one broke.

[waste-lock.livejournal.com]

Nny touched a finger to his lips in a self-mocking sssh-ing gesture as he tiptoed out the door, looking around for any stragglers.

[red-eyed-l.livejournal.com]

Beyond smiled and held the bottles, looking as well. He could see people, but they were all the way out in the lights. If one could be drawn into here...

[waste-lock.livejournal.com]

Nny was not so dainty. Why wait, after all? He flung another knife, burying it in the knee of a woman who just hadn't left the area fast enough.

"There. No running away."

[red-eyed-l.livejournal.com]

Well, if Johnny was so eager, why should Beyond deny him?

Beyond popped open the bottle of vodka, letting it get all over the corpse to be, while tossing Nny a lighter.

[waste-lock.livejournal.com]

Oh yes, this would be fun. It was already, of course.

The woman was struggling feebly; she'd been very drunk, not to have been running before the thrown knife had caught her. Which to Nny's mind meant she'd had it coming.

He flicked the lighter, touching the flame to her vodka-drenched sleeve, and grinned broadly. Polyester burned nicely.

[red-eyed-l.livejournal.com]

Beyond stepped back to avoid getting burned. He closed his eyes as he savored the screams the poor creature gave as she burned.

Still, he had a knife at the ready. People CAN survive being burned alive, he's proof of that.

[waste-lock.livejournal.com]

She burned a long time, and the firelight gleamed in Nny's eyes as he watched her scream and struggle, and lie still and gurgle, and eventually just lie still and smolder.

All good things must come to an end.

[red-eyed-l.livejournal.com]

Still and smouldering she may be, Beyond wasn't taking any chances. He struck down, nearly decapitating the woman's head, certainly striking her jugular.

"Just in case," he said to Nny. "We don't want any witnesses, now do we?"

[waste-lock.livejournal.com]

"I've never had a problem with witnesses." Nny shrugged, smiling. "People don't tend to get believed when they try to talk about me. But don't let that cut into your fun."

[red-eyed-l.livejournal.com]

"We should all be so lucky." He picked the knife up and wiped it on his shirt, tucking it back behind him. Then he stretched his arms and looked around at the beautiful bloodbath they created.

[waste-lock.livejournal.com]

"Maybe next time we should get take-out. I have a hut just off campus. I keep all sorts of toys there."

[red-eyed-l.livejournal.com]

"Sounds fun. We can make a game of it-how long can the delivery boy live under torture."