Hope for the Future...

The sound of the water running was a little reassuring but Noel harbored a lot of questions about this kid. Since there’s a bit of a truce going on maybe he could get some answers. The biggest question… 

“A while.” He stated with a shurg, unable to remember how long it had actually been. 

“Something just clicked one day while hunting one day. I realized how much I love blood, guts, gore, and most importantly causing pain~” His eyes just lit up as he spoke, nearly giggling in delight. 

While Noel didn’t think much of himself, after what he’d become because of his circumstances, he was sure that any other version of him would have done well to take care of their own, or leave behind a situation where his kids would be safe without him. If his life could change this much, theirs could to. He still wasn’t willing to regard this child as ‘his own’ but letting him loose as he was the less desireable. 

“Click or not, it’s an escalation to go from animals to people and hunting to murder. You must have been a sloppy hunter too.” Something else must of have happened, even if he didn’t realize it. No one’s born crazy, right? Not that anything in the past made any difference right now or in the near future since he was somewhat stuck with his unwanted guest. 

In his head, he could hear Hope, in all his rationale, asking him to take him and show him another way. His lover would probably think this child could be saved. It was hard to say, there was no hope for Noel. 

“Fine.” They could talk more later. 

With a firm nod he helped Noel tightly roll up the corpse as he said a silent goodbye to his little art project. Oh well, there would be plenty of others. If Noel wasn’t going to teach him anything,  then he would just skip out to the Wildlands to hunt there. 

The sound of the water running was a little reassuring but Noel harbored a lot of questions about this kid. Since there’s a bit of a truce going on maybe he could get some answers. The biggest question... 

It wasn’t that he would ever consider some other Noels’ child his own responsibility, but the fact was they shared blood and apparently, an interest in snuffing out life. If anything, he was curious as to why this kid would be dropped here of all places. Maybe it wasn’t time to kill him just yet. Leaving his blood behind would raise questions and the priority became cleaning up this mess. The child would be dealt with later.

Well this Noel certainly didn’t waste any time beating around the bush or sugar coating it, but it was enough to make Liam sheath his weapon and think it over for a few moments. 

“Fine.” He could keep his mouth shut for a little while. As it had been said this wasn’t his father, so there was no reason to be to judgmental for the moment. 

Doesn’t sound like he’s planning to stab me in the back. 

In his head, he could hear Hope, in all his rationale, asking him to take him and show him another way. His lover would probably think this child could be saved. It was hard to say, there was no hope for Noel. 

“You’re overlooking the fact that you have a witness, just me so long as no one else has strolled by as well.” As well as all that evidence in his pocket if he got stopped. 

The blood cascaded down the street rippling and reflecting light as it tumbled over the texture of the concrete. It was comparable to a shallow stream over the rocks, but there was no enjoying it for the moment. 

Ahh so that was it, he had stepped in someone elses territory. An honest mistake on his part, but he wasn’t going to bother with apologizing after the damage was already done.

“Not that you’d care, but my mother’s dead and my father’s just as fucked up as I am. Seems I ran away from him for nothing considering you share the same rotten face.”

With a sigh he took a cautious step back as he mentally prepared himself for battle, showing no signs of fear.

It wasn’t that he would ever consider some other Noels’ child his own responsibility, but the fact was they shared blood and apparently, an interest in snuffing out life. If anything, he was curious as to why this kid would be dropped here of all places. Maybe it wasn’t time to kill him just yet. Leaving his blood behind would raise questions and the priority became cleaning up this mess. The child would be dealt with later.

“Awww that’s cute, you think I care.” With a chuckle and an eye roll, he then turned back to his half dead victim that was very much in danger of bleeding out by now. “You hear that? He thinks I care about making the mess.” With a swift swipe of his blade he then slit the woman’s throat to end her life, letting out a satisfied hum as he watched her blood flow before casually turning back to Noel.

“Now where we again Mr. Kill Joy? You can judge my messy methods all you’d like but I still won’t change them. Hell the idea of getting the authorities to notice my work is even a little exciting. I may not look like it but I’m at least smart enough not to get caught directly.”

Flicking the blood off his sword he than took a rag out of his pocket to quickly wipe the blade clean before sticking it back in his pocket.

“You’re overlooking the fact that you have a witness, just me so long as no one else has strolled by as well.” As well as all that evidence in his pocket if he got stopped. 

The blood cascaded down the street rippling and reflecting light as it tumbled over the texture of the concrete. It was comparable to a shallow stream over the rocks, but there was no enjoying it for the moment. 

@aloneinadyingworld

It had been a little while since Liam had found himself in Luxerion since Etro of all people had answered his prayers. Quite ironic that he was to end up in a timeline where the Goddess had perished, perhaps a sign that it was wise of him to run away when his father asked to be killed.

With his sadistic habits still the same as always, the brunette took the slums of the city and often scouted out anyone that just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Tonights victim was an innocent young woman, and while she screamed and begged for mercy when he cornered her at the end of an alleyway, he only laughed as he continued to stab her to death, making sure he didn’t get any vital points just yet. 

Unfortunately her dying screams of agony had attracted someone, making Liam growl at the approaching footsteps. Pulling his blood stained sword out, he turned and growled at his intruder. 

“Don’t you dare disrupt my art or you’ll be next.” He then warned in a growl, only to blink a moment once he recognized the man watching him. 

When others were impulsive, bad things happened. Bad things like, police out in force, investigations going on in town and pedestrians suddenly aware of strangers. Heightened senses made people cautious and less trusting. Thankfully Noel prowled his territory alone. 

Or so he thought. 

When the terrible screaming echoed, he felt himself stop. If he’d had any sympathy left for the loss of a life, he would be rushing to help. The best he could do, was roll his eyes, ‘Let’s hope it’s just a gunpoint robbery or a domestic dispute.’

As he headed the short distance to scene of whatever was waiting for him, he turned the corner and felt a bit of seething anger. The scene was a familiar one to him and everything about it was wrong. 

The young man turned around, issuing a warning. It was comical at first until Noel could see a small familiarity in him, or at least the way he looked. More importantly, there was mess. Cops don’t like messes. 

He clenched his fists, “You call this messy chop job, art? If you had any idea what the hell you were doing you wouldn’t be leaving a treasure map of clues behind and you’d have more sense than to let someone come up on you.” 

“Well see, but I don’t think this city could handle the both of us.” He muttered. Plus it was clear that Noel was a little more on the…Collecting side. While he could stomach blood and some gore no problem, he preferred to just get it over with.

Scrawling down the names he needed gone he slid the paper over, trusting that Noel would burn it once he was done.

“I won’t deny that I miss killing people that I need silenced, but I’m not going to risk being dragged off to some mental hospital and be ‘treated’. You seem to be discreet enough despite your apparent hobby of collecting, so have fun working in the shadows for me.”

He had promised Isaac that he wouldn’t kill again, not outside of self defense anyway.

13 Days of Final Fantasy XIII

Day 12: Time

Puberty: A Final Fantasy XIII Tale

“You’re right.  It’s suspicious.  Even Cocoon and Pulse had a sense of history, even if it was all Fal’cie bullshit.”  Fang got herself ready, they didn’t have much time to speculate on it for now.  Now they needed to come up with a reason to have fallen behind that would appease their superiors.  “My equipment jammed, and you stayed behind to help fix it?”

Something small and sounds plausible was the excuse that she wanted to go for.  Sounded better and more helpful than them slacking off speculating the nature of things.  Fang’s attention gazed back to the walls.  Something about them didn’t seem right.  Probably the false sense of security that they offered.

Not everyone was as much of a natural as Fang was. She just had the internal balance. Noel had trouble catching on and still threw his weight just a little too much at times. “We can’t all be 3D Gear superstars like Fang.” 

“The simple fact of knowing the man is dead is good enough for me. I can see why someone like you can take little prizes to remember your work, but I’d rather not have such disturbing evidence in my possession.”

Simple logic really. If his boyfriend started poking around his place one day he could find such a thing, and that would lead to dozens of questions…Not to mention that Isaac also had a rather weak stomach.

“Ok, fair enough,” Noel replied. He rolled the jar between his hands and tried to read his face. 

So Fang paused and gave consideration to his words.  They were under no obligation to join the scouts and go outside the walls.  Their obligation was finding a way home.  Silently, she tilted her head to the side at the mention of possible magic.

“It’s true, we may not be strong enough to use it, but there is a connection to our world somewhere.” 

If there weren’t, then her usual darkness would be gone instead of the flicker within her.  It would likely grow stronger is she were to try and tap into the emotions of the world in an emergency, hopefully, but at this moment she didn’t particularly care to test that.  Not with rookies flying around with sharp pointed objects.  It was there though, and perhaps it of itself is what is giving her this hope of hers. “There’s just too many of them to think about killin’ them all.  It would be nice ta sit back and let someone else worry about the world for once.”

In the end, she agreed with Noel.  She’s right, all they have to do is survive, but her tactics weren’t wrong.  However, they were the hard way of doing things.  “So Military Police then?  Beats the wild goose chase of leaving these creepy walls now that you mention it.  There’s the memory thing, and is it just me or do those walls give off a creepy vibe?”

“We don’t have to commit to anything forever. I mean as far as I can tell, there’s no reason we can’t change our minds later on, after we’ve cleared out the safer area.” 

From behind them there were a few more people swinging by, meaning the next group was going at it and they were fairly far behind. 

“I…See…” Page muttered, staring at the jar that was now in his hand. This had to be the most awkward gift he had received in his lifetime, nothing could top this.

Well now I feel sane…The pinkette thought to himself silently, suddenly pretty confident in his own mental health.

Clearing his throat, he gently handed the brain jar back to hunter as he did his best to politely string words together.

“Interesting. You struck me as a man of power that much like myself, enjoyed the idea of having a sort of reminder that you’ve brought demise against those who’ve wronged you.”