#lethiferxus

Dana was following another string of murders, and right in that moment she was looking over what she assumed was another victim. She gave the women a glance of what seemed like pity, she hated seeing someone die so young. Despite her thoughts she put on some latex gloves, started her tape recorder, and began the autopsy. She had gotten through a good amount of the process before she began to notice something peculiar. The skin she was cutting seemed very healthy and alive, even though the woman on the table had no pulse at all.

“Odd.” She whispered to herself, before proclaiming her finds to her recorder for documentation, “The skin on the deceased is acting abnormally, it’s almost as if it’s…” Her words stopped abruptly as the theory she had seemed to ring true, “…healing itself.” As she spoke, the skin was reattaching and becoming whole again. Her jaw dropped slightly as she rushed to get a sample and put it into a petri dish. Dana stopped the tape recorder for the time being, and began to observe the skin she obtained from the corpse underneath a nearby microscope; hoping to see any abnormalities other than rapid healing. 

II @lethiferxus

Sirens outside woke her up. What kind of sirens? She wasn’t sure. Cops? Ambulance? Fire? A mixture of all 3 with a little bit of the wailing from Silent Hill thrown in? Maybe. Probably.

She groaned softly, rolling over in the mattress on the floor she liked to call her bed to grab aimlessly in the dark in the hopes her hand would land on her alarm clock. 3:34am, also knows as Fuck Off o’clock. She launches it down to the floor, rolling back over onto her back and covering her eyes with her arm to shield them from the streetlights pouring in through the window.

Silence apart from the hustle and bustle of the city that never sleeps. Silence that she gratefully welcomes. Silence that’s broken by the sound of footsteps outside of her bedroom door.

Her breath catches in her throat and she looks towards the sound, waiting to hear it again, and when there’s a crash of something in her hallway falling to the floor she throws the sheet off of her and almost falls when she launches herself forward onto her knees.

She crawls towards the end of the mattress, leaning over as far as she can without losing balance to try look out into the hallway.

                         P A T I E N C E is a virtue that ravi never had the time to afford. && some-      times, he knew—it could have K I L L E D him. but what he lacked in virtue, he      suppose he made up in skill && what could only be described as L U C K . 

             that being said, he had waited this one out long enough to gauge certain things;;              skill, perception, L E T H A L I T Y . && though he was known to be RELIABLE in              his delivery, he wasn’t S T U P I D either. 

                                              ( stupid doesn’t help you S U R V I V E )

      which is why, with his hand on the grip of his gun, he makes himself known. 

“YOU ALMOST MADE ME SPILL MY DRINK,” Sterling Archer screamed at his assailant, worried less about the fact that he was being shot at in a very public area. Well, ‘shot at’ being used loosely here, given the objects being shot. “And arrows? Really?” 

He kept the drink in his right hand and pulled a gun out of a holster under his suit jacket with his left hand, lifting and aiming it at the man with the bow. Within the blink of an eye he was shot and down