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    Serial Killer Sentence Prompts.

    ❝ How UNFORTUNATE. ❞

    A low, rumbling laughter resonates within the chest of the beast like a growl ( or is it a purr? ) as he approaches the grave robber bound and tied to a chair before him, entirely at his mercy. A surgeon’s scalpel dances in his thickly gloved hand as he twirls it between his fingers, all the while training his cold and calculating eyes upon the man before him. He has not forgotten the night that his daughter’s disobedience almost cost her her life and no, he has not forgotten the long locks and tattered coat as they disappeared into the shadows as this RAT left his daughter for dead. It must have taken everything for this miscreant to slip through the fingers of GeneCo’s police but if the Repo Man has made any reputation for himself, it’s that he is unflappable. Inescapable. Merciless.

    The sharp blade’s edge glints meanly under the light as it ceases its pirouette, the black-cloaked monster halting just feet from the grave robber’s boots so that he can bow, resting his hands atop Graverobber’s forearms as he leans his face in close. He is unmasked, sure that this face, this horrible, monstrous face, will be the last thing that his captive will see before drawing his final breath. Voice like rolling thunder in a storm, he leers at his prisoner. 

Serial Killer Sentence Prompts.

    ❝ …One who has honed their craft. The most efficient of killers are the ones who leave no signature or trail to follow. ❞ The answer comes softly, absentmindedly, as though it leaves him without a second thought about the repercussions of intimate knowledge with a dangerous subject. It’s only after he falls silent again that he realizes what he’s just said and casts a quick glance at her, intently gauging her reaction. Is it just paranoia that plucks at his nerves like a virtuoso upon the strings of his violin or does she speculate that there are secrets contained within him under lock and key? His question, when he finds his voice once again, is as inquisitive as he can make it sound while stifling the razor’s edge that will definitely out him as suspicious.

Serial Killer Sentence Prompts.

    Sirens wail across the cluttered, grave-pocked patch of earth that’s become a final resting place for Sanitarium’s most unfortunate—the diseased, the slaughtered. Such a site has become host to numerous visitors, of mourners and thieves alike. This hour, however, lends itself to the latter who scuttle under the cover of darkness to poke through the graves of the recently deceased to retrieve the luminescent drug gathered in the tissue of the brain. It’s under this premise that Nathan, slinking through the graveyard after visiting hours are well past over with hopes of slipping into the Wallace mausoleum unnoticed ( a semblance of Marni, the very visage of her guiding his way back home ) in the heat of chaos, stumbles upon the robber that elicited the siren screeches loud enough to wake the dead below. 

    On nimble feet Nathan skirts away from the grave robber, aiming to meld with the shadows or reach his destination before the search light locks upon him too and the police swarming the grounds, armed and prepared to execute on sight, target him by association with the drug peddler and shoot to kill without investigation. What rotten luck. What unfortunate timing.

    Pavi sighed as he rolled onto his stomach, nestling his chin in his palm comfortably as he peered up at Nathan. Poor man, he looked like he had a rough morning. “Why would I know, bambino? Pavi is no secretary.” he hummed with a shrug, then pausing to furrow his brow slightly.

    “…Not that he would-a tell me, anyway. Dad’s been very secretive recently– a-sneaking off at odd times, dodging questions.. sospetto, no? Luigi thinks he is-a hiding something horrible, but Pavi thinks he just has a girlfriend he doesn’t want an insecure idiota to stab.”

    Nathan’s gaze is fleeting as Pavi better settles himself on the couch to peer up at him. His eyes travel about the room, scanning each of the doors for signs of movement, signs of life. Any passing moment could welcome one of the other Largo children into his presence and if there’s anything that he has learned from repetitive exposure to GeneCo’s heirs, it’s that two is most definitely worse than one. So far he has been fortunate to endure the least volatile of the Largo trio, but with his misfortune Nathan expects Luigi to make an appearance, as he appears to never stray too far from his father’s shadow. With Luigi’s company comes a promise of a scratch or two ( if you’re lucky ) and minute tinnitus and Nathan can say that he’d very much like to avoid having a knife brandished in his face. Averse to Pavi’s gossip, he shifts his weight from right leg to left and returns his steely gaze to the perfectly cut eye holes in the layer of skin smoothed over Pavi’s face. Perhaps he could be more polite in light of the fact that interaction has been as close to amicable as it’s ever been, but he cannot bring himself to indulge in thoughts of Rotti’s romantic life as he’s already blown a hole right through it. 

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    Grim reverie cradles Nathan’s thoughts as he prowls through the darkness, leaving him ignorant to the world around him until a small hard object strikes him in the shoulder. His head whips about as the rock hits the ground with a small clatter that resonates through the deserted area. Narrowed eyes scan the shadows, searching for the trajectory’s origin while he pivots on his heel to turn towards the alleyway, where the looming buildings create a blackened chasm---a perfect place for RATS to scurry to and hide. 

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        luckily for Nathan,  the dim,  smoggy sky and blur from the front door windows distorted Tommy Taffy’s oddly perfect features of his face.  he probably looked more normal from behind the distortion then he would ever appear if the other had just straight up opened the door…  however,  Nathan’s extra step of security and privacy was duly noted in the back of the mysterious man’s skull.  already,   this revealed to Tommy how this long road of a visit is going to play out.  this is going to be yet  another  hesitant family  –  mostly originating from the parents side  –  to follow the rules or even allow him into their lives, but  !  this is nothing the smooth fleshed man couldn’t handle.  Tommy has a plan for anything and everything.  Nathan or his little girl will just pay the price if things start to go    s o u r .         at the crepitate voice from behind the speaker,  Tommy glanced over at the panel at his end.  technology…  always getting in the way of things,  like  GENUINE  human interaction.  nonetheless,  Tommy’s slender digit,  still with a large grin plastered on his face,  reached to press the button on his end to reply.        “  we need to have a little chat,  Nathan!  i have some important business to discuss with you,  but,  you see,  i’m a man of face-to-face conversation.  my name is Tommy Taffy…  my  introduction  will be very brief  if you allow it to be.  “        Tommy’s voice seemed nothing but friendly and excited,  but even that dripped with absolute mystery.  it’s not like most people to be so cheery.. especially walking upon a dead and distraught home such as this.

    Peering through the milky, dusty glass, Nathan is only able to discern the silhouette of the man gracing his porch in the semi-darkness ( curse the advertisements that damn the city to eternal illumination ). He’s half tempted to turn on the porch light to get a better look at the stranger whose voice chirps at him cheerily from the box, but knows to do so will only betray curiosity in spite of his suspicion.