#;matthew

Whose idea had it been to cast him in this? Whoever was in charge of these things clearly didn’t think the decision through, because he was nowhere near ready. While he had watched Raoul perform every night for about a year during his run on Broadway, he had never gone on for him. He was woefully inexperienced, and had even messed up the words during All I Ask of You. The director hadn’t said anything, no one did, but that didn’t make it any different. They probably all stayed quiet because they thought he was a lost cause.

They’d barely finished with that woman, the one who’d given the gun to the kid. It’d taken a few minutes to drag her body away where it could be hidden for the time being. They weren’t ready to reveal themselves. Yet. There were still enough of them to overpower them, to curb their appetite for death. They had to be careful and pick them off slowly for now. Later, they’d reveal themselves once there were enough partygoers to manage. Or maybe they wouldn’t. Perhaps they would simply pick them off one by one until there was no one left for them to slaughter. As long as they got to play with them first, they didn’t care. 

Footsteps. Down another hallway close to them. Seemed the next victim was walking right into their hands. They dropped the woman, leaving her there in the dirt to be dealt with later. There were far more pressing things to deal with now. Like gutting someone so that they’d die slowly. They walked quietly as to not be heard in the echoes in the tunnels. Though they could hear the person’s footsteps, they didn’t want the next victim to hear them coming. They briefly peeked around the corner to see who the next victim would be. A scrawny boy with dark hair was glancing around nervously almost like he could sense the danger. They smiled to themselves, already enjoying the boy’s obvious anxiety. It would only get worse from here. 

They stepped out from around the curve and gave the guy a smile in an attempt to put him at ease. Unfortunately, it came out more like a sneer. They knew they should make small talk, try to make the attack easier when the time came. But they didn’t want to bother with that anymore. Not when they could just sink the knife in their pocket into the boy’s stomach. That sounded like a much better, and quicker, plan to them. 

Before the guy could even scream, they whipped the knife out and plunged it into his abdomen, twisting it once it was in. He was still strong enough to shove them away though the shock made the attempt clumsy. He was attempting to call for help then, but they couldn’t have that. They shoved their hand over his mouth, silencing any attempt before ramming him against the wall. The knife plunged in once again above the previous spot while the guy groaned against his hand. It sent a shiver of pleasure down their spine. 

@matthewlance

Phoebe had been keeping a look out for the hunter, trying to stay out of any potential run-ins with him. Keyword: had. Since her night with Evan she’d been, admittedly, a little distracted. When Phoebe went out into the woods, she was confident she had nothing to worry about, only focused on trying to work on her imbalance of powers whenever emotions ran high. She was so focused, that the shuffle of leaves behind her took a moment to register as potential danger. The moment it did, she was spinning around, her eyes falling on Matt and her hands coming up as if she were about to get into an actual fight with him. Slowly, she lowered her fists, tilting her head in curiosity as she took a few steps back. “Are you here to apologize for saying you don’t want to be friends? I forgive you. We all make mistakes.”