~Kem
as I sleep I remember the last of my marks. James Telle....such a fun one, it was his girl....'Nessy, she said I could call her 'Nessy. She said he was abusive and tried 2 rape her, but no one believed her when she told them. The police laughed in her face. He was a volunteer fire-fighter in his spare time, u c. everyone loved him.....including her. At least, 4 a while. Then he showed who he really is...and everyone thought the scars on her face....they thought she put them there...along with all the bruises on her...she came 2 me, the one person who would listen. He was 22 and a quick background check showed no instances of violence of any kind...but the picture scratched onto 'Nessy's skin painted a whole other story. So I decided 2 act...as i'm doing 2day. I got up bright and early....meaning the sun was barely peaking over the earth. I look up and find where Ray Richie lives...easily. I let my wings form, this time pure black dragon wings...torn slightly at the tips. Suddenly I remember something about James...he was in collage, trying 4 a teaching job. I stayed as his shadow while making him go home, grab a knife, and walk into an alley by a store. An alley with an old light post that didn't work anymore. As I remember this, I shoot high above the clouds. I let myself remember every detail as I fly through the dank, cool air and the mist dews to my wings. That man...for a fire-fighter he was weak. The fear in his eyes when I let myself be seen...was worth it, for he was shocked into silence. I had my giant, black and red, slightly torn dragon wings at the time. My demon outfit, same as I ware now. Leather pants with silver stick, leather jacket with bullet stubs down the shoulders, leather gloves with studs covering them with larger ones on the knuckles, black combat boots, buckles and all, with steel toes. The buttons on my jacket r silver skulls, pure black shirt, an a barb wire necklace with a gold skull hanging from it. Not 2 mention all the various chains. course...i'm not called Demon Darker 4 no reason. I take every precaution...i never show my face 2 a mark because I know....thee r some people who can talk 2 the dead. They may b few but if one gets on the case...problems will arise. So I use shadow manipulation 2 block out my face...all they c is a dark mass with glowing eyes where my head is. I remember stabbing him 4 times. Well, one was a slash, not a stab, but anyways.....it's a peeve of mine. A little thing I do....one stab 4 every crime and a slash 4 every failed crime. 1 stab in the palm of each hand. 1 for beating her, one 4 chocking her after they “broke up” (which was actually her finally running away) the slash across the chest was 4 trying 2 rape her the 1st time...and I watched him struggle in pain and beg for forgiveness. He was praying 4 mercy on his worthless soul. I smirk after reading his mind slightly. “mercy?” I ask in my deeper voice I use as a demon. “Mercy is 4 those sorry they did something wrong, not 4 those sorry they got caught.” and I take the knife i'd made him bring and stab him through the heart, forcing all the blood 2 stay in his body so there would b no splatter as I twist the blade deep into his chest and then pull it out, watching the blood spill out everywhere. I then leave, but not b4 taking his jacket. It was a limited addition Harley, leather, studded jacket....i just had 2 have it.
as I sleep I remember the last of my marks. James Telle....such a fun one, it was his girl....'Nessy, she said I could call her 'Nessy. She said he was abusive and tried 2 rape her, but no one believed her when she told them. The police laughed in her face. He was a volunteer fire-fighter in his spare time, u c. everyone loved him.....including her. At least, 4 a while. Then he showed who he really is...and everyone thought the scars on her face....they thought she put them there...along with all the bruises on her...she came 2 me, the one person who would listen. He was 22 and a quick background check showed no instances of violence of any kind...but the picture scratched onto 'Nessy's skin painted a whole other story. So I decided 2 act...as i'm doing 2day. I got up bright and early....meaning the sun was barely peaking over the earth. I look up and find where Ray Richie lives...easily. I let my wings form, this time pure black dragon wings...torn slightly at the tips. Suddenly I remember something about James...he was in collage, trying 4 a teaching job. I stayed as his shadow while making him go home, grab a knife, and walk into an alley by a store. An alley with an old light post that didn't work anymore. As I remember this, I shoot high above the clouds. I let myself remember every detail as I fly through the dank, cool air and the mist dews to my wings. That man...for a fire-fighter he was weak. The fear in his eyes when I let myself be seen...was worth it, for he was shocked into silence. I had my giant, black and red, slightly torn dragon wings at the time. My demon outfit, same as I ware now. Leather pants with silver stick, leather jacket with bullet stubs down the shoulders, leather gloves with studs covering them with larger ones on the knuckles, black combat boots, buckles and all, with steel toes. The buttons on my jacket r silver skulls, pure black shirt, an a barb wire necklace with a gold skull hanging from it. Not 2 mention all the various chains. course...i'm not called Demon Darker 4 no reason. I take every precaution...i never show my face 2 a mark because I know....thee r some people who can talk 2 the dead. They may b few but if one gets on the case...problems will arise. So I use shadow manipulation 2 block out my face...all they c is a dark mass with glowing eyes where my head is. I remember stabbing him 4 times. Well, one was a slash, not a stab, but anyways.....it's a peeve of mine. A little thing I do....one stab 4 every crime and a slash 4 every failed crime. 1 stab in the palm of each hand. 1 for beating her, one 4 chocking her after they “broke up” (which was actually her finally running away) the slash across the chest was 4 trying 2 rape her the 1st time...and I watched him struggle in pain and beg for forgiveness. He was praying 4 mercy on his worthless soul. I smirk after reading his mind slightly. “mercy?” I ask in my deeper voice I use as a demon. “Mercy is 4 those sorry they did something wrong, not 4 those sorry they got caught.” and I take the knife i'd made him bring and stab him through the heart, forcing all the blood 2 stay in his body so there would b no splatter as I twist the blade deep into his chest and then pull it out, watching the blood spill out everywhere. I then leave, but not b4 taking his jacket. It was a limited addition Harley, leather, studded jacket....i just had 2 have it.
