πYou were attacked by a member of the Mafia!π
It was the peeks of the morning. Three thirty in the morning- and it was the time the man decided to strike. Marshall walked down the streets, spotting his target with a small smirk. He walked over and grabbed the man's arm. "Hello. I've seen ya around town." He hissed softly at the Investigator. He was Krypt Intel- having caught on that Marshall was up to no good for sometime now. Krypt pulled his arm away cautiously, but slowly to not arouse suspicion. "Hello, sir," He began. "I'm Krypt." He cleared his throat nervously as he adjusted his tuxedo, reaching a hand up to adjust his shades quietly. "And.. you?" He asked. He already knew the blonde. Marcus Jones- Marshall- assumed Serial Killer or some killing role. He had no doubt in his scattered, optimistic mind that Marshall was not a Townie. "Marshall." The taller man mused as he walked with Krypt, realizing the man turned into an alley. Bad move, investigator. It was a sudden lunge that caught the young investigator off-guard. Marshall, being an experienced killer, made sure he had a good grip on the younger man. He expected Krypt not to put up much of a fight but he was caught by alarm when Krypt decked a fist across Marshall's face, trying to fight back and get away. He squirmed, his wind being knocked out of him as he pushed away, breathing heavily. "F-fuck off-" He panicked, feeling Marshall move above him. Marshall simply put his elbows on Krypt's wrists, hissing a bit in pain as he snarled angrily. "Don't fuckin' struggle, Townie, an' I'll make it painless." He wrapped a firm hand around Krypt's neck, beginning to strangle him with all his might. He smirked down at him, showing his sharp teeth. This was not how he'd die. No fucking way. He had so much to live for. Krypt tried to focus on breathing as he brought up his knee, trying to strike the man off of him with nervous, weak kicks. He felt his brain rush, pulse pounding against where he was being gripped. He gagged, remembering his brother and Anubis as he tried to kick Marshall off to no avail. It only earned him a tighter grip around his neck and eventually.. Marshall suddenly twisted his neck in a monstrous way, causing a deafening, inhumane cracking sound followed by a soft, breathless wheeze. Marshall laughed quietly as he snapped the neck. He pulled away, slowly standing up and admiring his work for a while, seeing the skin on the man's wrists and neck beginning the bruise as he struggled to stay alive. He could tell Krypt was out bested- that he was in shock and suffering. Marshall let out a soft purr as he pulled out a switch blade. "I'll take ya out of ya misery." And with a swift movement, he thrashed a knife across the neck and killed him at last. He looked at the body, drooling hungrily as he began to stab and slice his chest, beginning to feed off of the corpse. Krypt Intel died, July 1st, the day of his birthday.
