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Silent's Horror Corner

a featured Story Series by [silent_voice]




Shawn saw his victim easily... she stuck out of the crowd like a sore thumb, small, petite, alone. Just the way he liked em. Her high heels clicked as she walked down the street, looking around nervously as she walked, worried, a little panic here and there, Shawn couldn't believe it, she was perfect. As she walked past the alley way he grabbed her heaving her against the wall he knew he had to shut her up, she was already screaming, quickly putting his hand over her mouth he growled "Shut the fuck up and I won't kill you." He hissed at her as he held up a small sharp knife. Her eyes widened and he saw what he loved, terror.

He let out a small laugh and licked his lips, then lent forwards licking her face, a long, slow lick up the side of her face. Ergh, his breath was terrible,she closed her eyes and struggled not to throw up in her mouth, there was no escape for it if she did, his hand was over her mouth. Switching his hands she felt the blade against her throat and felt his other hand somewhere else. She squirmed in discomfort and started to plead to him not to, to stop. He smiled "oh yes thats right, beg... beg for me." He whispered softly, she whined and wished to sink away into nothing, she begged her god for something to save her. Or the chance to do it herself.

She let out a small scream as she felt her skirt and undergarments ripped away by this brute which had a hold of her "Please please don't do this, please oh god please." She begged him, only recieving a backhand across the face "Keep it down!" He snarled, she felt the blade cut a little she let out a little yelp.

Shawn grinned at her helplessness as he moved to unzip himself and prepared. Her eyes widened, but she wasn't looking at him "What are you..?" He looked over his shoulder and felt himself freeze at the sight. It was.... something, a man, no... a creature. Whatever it was stood around 6 ft 3, he wore a dark undershirt, a full body length coat, long pants and a wide brim hat, but that wasn't what scared him, what scared him were the eyes, glowing green cat like eyes stared out at him, the light just falling over the end of his nose, which weren't a nose... it was... a muzzle.

Shawn backed up, putting his hands up "I didn't... I didn't do anything!" he said going white, one of the creature's hands were behind it, as it came out he saw the weapon, his eyes widened "oh shit oh shit no don't please don't." He held a scythe, the weapon of the grim reaper.

The girl's eyes were completely wide, she was frozen in place by the sight of this mysterious creature that had stopped this man by just his presence. she watched in terror as the creature reached forwards and grabbed Shawn's shirt, he wore thick gloves as he lifted Shawn's frame easily, then opened his mouth, his long sharp fangs becoming visible. Shawn's shock had quickly left him and he lashed out with his knife, the blade runnind deep into the creature's arm.

It let out a growl of pain, the scythe coming down and driving thorugh Shawn's shoulder, and the wall behind him, pinning him a foot off the ground. It stepped back, letting him hang there and pulled out the blade in his arm, letting it drop to the ground with a clatter he looked at the girl, her eyes widened as for a brief moment she saw the two large scars that ran down its left eye. The gaze was interrupted by a pain filled scream of terror from the man pinned to the wall. His eyes were moved away from the girls as he went back to the man, grabbing him again and heaving his scythe out, he let him drop. Shawn fell as far as he could then was dropped, falling to his arse he looked up at the larger man "Man, whatever I did to you I swear man i'm sorry! I'm sorry man." His mouth opened as he spoke, his voice was low, gruff "It isn't me you should apologise to." Shawn rose, thinking that he was going to get off the hook "Man I don't know but please god don't kill me!"

The creature looked to the girl again, saw her sobbing fear and grabbed Shawn and threw him against the other wall. The girl let out a scream as the long wicked looking scythe slashed down and across, the blood splattering the wall as Shawn's body fell down, dead, his throat slashed.

Shakily the girl grabbed her skirt and put it around herself as she rose slowly leaning against the wall "W-who..... what are you?" She asked terrified. He looked at her over his shoulder, again she saw the wicked looking scars that ran down over his eyes. "Vanion D'ask." He said in the same gruff voice.

"Vanion D'ask" That voice rang through the now quiet alleyway, after he said it there was pure silence that grew too long before he moved, turning away from the body fully he turned to the girl, her heart lept to her throat in slight panic as he advanced, get closer she shrank back agaist the wall as his gloved hand came out and took her chin, turning her head from one side, then the other. She let out a terrified squeak as she waited for something, a blow, or a cut, something, anything. But none came, she felt his hand leave her chin and slowly she opened her eyes, he had moved away, bending over he picked up the blade and inspected it briefly, then put it into his pocket.

She watched him in awe as he simply turned away and started to leave, the scythe in his hand. She decided to speak up "S-so thats it? Y-you just go? W-what am I supposed to do!?" Vanion waved his hand slightly "Whatever you want. Go to the cops if you want, but I suggest you go home, and try and forget this happened." She blinked and swallowed as the dark figure disappeared into the fog filled alleyway. She stood there staring after him for some time until the dead man's arm falling onto the pavement from its position made her squeal a little. Holding her skirt to her small frame she ran.

Vanion moved quickly but silently, avoiding popularised areas and staying in the shadows. Finally about twenty minutes passed before he reached the alley behind the pub, he hit the door once, a small bolt slid across and two keen eyes gazed out "Who is it?" Vanion glared at him, his eyes glowing slightly in the dim light "D'ask." He said in his deep dark rough voice. The bolt slammed shut, there was a short series of clicking before it swung open. The man inside was about 6 ft 8, his thick arms were heavily scarred and he had one eye, his other covered by long dark hair. Vanion payed him no heed as he entered, the door quickly shutting behind him as the bar noises became louder, some loud talking, the clinking of glasses and pool. Vanion ignored these as he opened the basement door and walked down, his cloak swishing around him. The large door brute returned to his stool and opened the newspaper once more, looking through it, a picture of Vanion on the front page, just a shadowy glimpse, the headline above read 'The Reaper Strikes Again.'

Vanion walked into the basement, the bar sounds were nulled down here, not a sound bar the breathing of Vanion himself. Unslinging his weapon he rested it against the wall next to the door before moving further in, standing in the beam of light that shone down from the single bulb in the roof. The people at the end of the basement were shadowed, protected. A voice spoke, one of his employers "This is the Reaper, as the newspapers have dubbed him. He is our best." Vanion kept his face shadowed as he spoke, simple, gruff and it had a dangerous edge to it "Who's the target." He demanded, sick of the talking already.

A fat man spoke, his voice unusually high and jittery "The target, gawd he even speaks like a professional." he said and let out a laugh that jiggled his fat stomach, Vanion's eyes narrowed slightly, ignoring the fat man. His attention was on the smaller man in the middle who had remained silent so far. His gaze met the eyes of another, like his, they flashed out of the darkness "I will pay you 200'000 if you take out Seamus Roe, he's been a prickle in my-" He was cut off by Vanion, who's unwavering stance sent the others in the room a little edgy "What do you think I am, running a charity? 500'000, no less." He said his face blank. The smaller man barely batted an eye "As you wish. We will give the money to your employer, AFTER you finish the job."

Vanion's employer shook his head "I don't think so Munks. Half now, half when you finish." Vanion couldn't stand the bickering and turned "He'll be dead within the week." he said in his low voice, walking out of the room as the pair discussed between themselves, Vanion could feel the fat man's gaze on his back as he walked out, somehow it unsettled his usually cold persona.

As Vanion came back upstairs the large man at the door looked up "In the papers again D'ask?" Vanion looked at him darkly "Just do your job, and I'll do mine." The scarred man grinned and got up, checking the bolt before opening the door "Have a good night now D'ask." Vanion walked through "Yeh I wish." He muttered, hearing the door slam behind him and the deadbolt slide back in place as he walked through the empty alley way, heading towards his home.




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