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Cardboard_Spaghetti OFFLINE   Forum Posts: 160 |
Posted: Fri, 27/01/2023 04:05 (2 Years ago) |
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Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t. He smiled, his throat dry, "I- I'm just getting more pillows for you." Inside, he was screaming.. He needed to go get rid of the roses. "You can go explore the house." He knew the smell of blood on the blossoms was getting stronger, so he shook Ayran off and bolted away. [Read more] |
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Cardboard_Spaghetti OFFLINE Forum Posts: 160 |
Posted: Fri, 27/01/2023 03:31 (2 Years ago) |
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His neck throbbed with the bruises and his heart quickened as Ayran stripped his shirt off. "Y-you animal! Let's just go get something to eat and then we can return to this, I-I need time to think." He got up, and put his shirt back on. His arm was feeling slightly better and he retrieved his coat from the ground while he slipped the list he pilfered back from Ayran into a random pocket. He had to get rid of the blood on the roses and he had to get rid of them quickly. [Read more] |
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Cardboard_Spaghetti OFFLINE Forum Posts: 160 |
Posted: Fri, 27/01/2023 03:18 (2 Years ago) |
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Posted: Fri, 27/01/2023 03:14 (2 Years ago) |
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"Before we go further..." He said, breaking the kiss, but letting his lips brush Ayran's as he talked, "Just answer honestly, why whenever I go somewhere, I always see you? At a crime scene, at the rose shop, at the Mayor's house...." He stopped and shivered as Ayran's hands gently carresed his body. "Answer me. Are you stalking me or something?" [Read more] |
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Posted: Fri, 27/01/2023 02:58 (2 Years ago) |
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"I like roses." He wrapped his arms around Ayran and playfully bit Ayran's ear, and then neck. He sstayed there for a second, biting and nibbling Ayran's neck. When he could go no further, he put his hand under Ayran's shirt and began pulling it off. Once it was off, he could gently bite at Ayran's body. "You never told me... why were you at the Mayor's house." He murmured in between bites. [Read more] |
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Cardboard_Spaghetti OFFLINE Forum Posts: 160 |
Posted: Fri, 27/01/2023 02:41 (2 Years ago) |
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His hands came up and went through Ayran's hair. He had never been kissed like this. Not as ferociously, not as quickly. He broke the kiss, gasping for breath. "Y-you... Damn it." He had forgotten about his arm and it was now throbbing. He knew what to do. "Say... It's pretty late, do you want to stay over? My arm isn't healed and," he leaned in and breathed against his ear. "And I trust that you can heal it. I have a guest room you can stay in, but if you don't want to, you can just stay in my room." His hand rested on Ayran's back, holding him near. Imploring him to stay with Atticus. Atticus gazed up at Ayran, watching his handsome face. [Read more] |
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Cardboard_Spaghetti OFFLINE Forum Posts: 160 |
Posted: Fri, 27/01/2023 02:18 (2 Years ago) |
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His eyes widened in shock, so he pulled away and gasped. "Oh. I- I'm sorry. It was an accident." His face was flushed red and his blue eyes were darting around. Sh*t. What if he likes only women? His body was under Ayran and he was panicking on the inside, unable to form a complete thought. [Read more] |
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Posted: Fri, 27/01/2023 02:03 (2 Years ago) |
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A desire to... Atticus didn't know whether he wanted to kiss or kill the handsome man, but he acted on instinct, grabbing Ayran's arm until they were in an awkward position where Atticus's face was right under Ayran's. His free arm was holding Ayran's arm with the bandage in it and his other arm was on Ayran's chest, holding him from falling on top of Atticus. "Why were you at the Mayor's house tonight?" [Read more] |
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Posted: Fri, 27/01/2023 01:47 (2 Years ago) |
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"Yeah. I got my degree at Yale. Total waste of my time. The job was depressing and the pay was not that great." He grimaced at the thought of Ayran putting rubbing alcohol on his arm. "You're certified, right? I think you usually work on cadavers but still..." He had tossed his coat on the ground, hoping to conceal the roses and blood. [Read more] |
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Posted: Thu, 26/01/2023 05:31 (2 Years ago) |
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"I'm Atticus. Atticus Redding." He staggered to the couch and revealed his arm. It was an angry red now and the skin around it was charred. "So... Ayran, tell me. What skin products do you use? You're stunning." He was back to his old self. The sudden touch confused him, but now he was feeling better. On the walls, a single diploma hung in a formal frame. Atticus Redding MD Oncology [Read more] |
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Posted: Thu, 26/01/2023 05:09 (2 Years ago) |
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"What? Uhm..." He was so flustered and confused by this new developement that he could barely form a sentence. "I- The-the one with 56921 on it." He carefully stepped away from Ayran and wobbled slightly on his feet. "I-I can get there myself." [Read more] |
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Posted: Thu, 26/01/2023 03:53 (2 Years ago) |
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His face warmed as Ayran's lips touched his ear. Mr. Handsome???? He tried to turn and back away, but the pain in his arm trumped all and he staggered to the ground. "Wha-why did you follow me?" The fear of being found out as the killer overcame him. The roses were still in his jacket. Blood stained them. He fell to the floor, clasping his arm. "Stay back!" [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 25/01/2023 05:25 (2 Years ago) |
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His arm was throbbing and he knew he needed immediate medical attention. He ran and when he finally got back to his home, something struck him. A piece of paper with a list of names on it was in Ayran's pocket. Was Ayran the special reinforcements? Atticus shook his head. C'mon Att. Just get medical help. He picked up the phone and dialed the hospital. [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 25/01/2023 03:33 (2 Years ago) |
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He stood and staggered away. A figure came towards him. Oh sh*t. The handsome forensic. His hand lingered at his knives, the desire to kill him strong. No. He told himself. "Hahah. Good evening, kind Ayran." He quickly rushed away, a light trail of blood falling from his arm, a rose waiting at the front steps of the mayor's home. [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 25/01/2023 01:17 (2 Years ago) |
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He winced as his arm touched a wall. One of his victims fought back though… A jagged scar with burns surrounding it glared from the skin. This isn’t the time to be weak. He held himself against the wall and scaled it. Finally. I found you. Just below, Cadfael Aiko’s home sat. He circled it once, twice, as many times as he could count. He walked up the doorstep, rose in hand. He planned to leave it there just for intimidation and warnings. [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 24/01/2023 07:57 (2 Years ago) |
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Posted: Tue, 24/01/2023 05:44 (2 Years ago) |
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Posted: Tue, 24/01/2023 05:41 (2 Years ago) |
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“Oh crud.” The paper. Cadfael. It was gone. He stood abruptly and began pacing in his small room. If someone found those, the people would be placed under specialized protection. Especially since Cadfael was the mayor. He cursed and punched the wall, blood dripping from his knuckles. He turned and opened his shutters to glance at the sky. It was starting to clear up and the sun was slowly coming out. Too bad. No one’s coming out anyway. He found a suit and quickly undressed and changed. He buttoned up the last gold-embossed button and shook his head to clear it up. His reddish-pink curls fell on his face as he quickly walked to his nearest rose supplier. The one right next to the hospital and death study center. He picked out roses, dark red, light red, all of the reds. He took them outside and sat on the streets, hoping not to get recognized. He pricked a finger with a thorn and watched the blood drip onto the cement. He sat there for a good twenty minutes. When he finally got up to leave, a small red stain was left on the concrete. [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 24/01/2023 05:00 (2 Years ago) |
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"Tch." He scoffed. Just probably a man angry that he had more work to do. He should be the next victim. He ran scans on the man's face and eventually came up with one name. Ayran Herpich. "Well shi[]." The detailed image of the man was very generous and Atticus found himself fantasizing about ruining the man's good looks. He checked his list, going through the list of people, but finally having his eyes land on the one person he wanted to kill the most. "Cadfael. You will burn for what you did." He sat up and walked outside to go home, carefully avoiding police officers. If it did come to it, he could just lie and tell them that he was going home after a long day of adding more money to his 46 billion dollars. Not that the last part was a lie or anything. As he hurried home, he didn't notice the small piece of paper with the list of victims fluttering through the air, the bloodred rose circling 'Cadfael Aiko' sticking out in the dull, gloomy, grey. [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 24/01/2023 04:23 (2 Years ago) |
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In the world that has erupted from all the revolutions, there is no one as dangerous as a serial killer that no one can find. The only thing that can take them down is their emotions. But, unfortunately, most have none. In the city of Lorient, France, chaos claws through peace, and soon, there had been a mandatory lockdown order for citizens to spend most of their time in their homes. Walking around in the public required licences for looking at the cases. Not sure if that helps... 𝔄𝔱𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔲𝔰 ℜ𝔢𝔡𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 As the wealthy man walked through the silent streets, soft pinging sounded from his watch. Showtime. He walked up to a house and inserted a key he made. The door swung open as the door creaked open. It was quite convenient for him. To not have to ambush someone in the streets. Killing someone privately was much more... soothing if that was the word. Atticus slid up the stairs, unsheathing his knives. The serrated edges faced away from his legs as he walked into the room. He handled the knife and quickly slit the victim's main arteries in their legs. Guess 8 years of medical school turned out to be useful. He finished the victim off with a swift but visibly painful for the victim slice up their spine. He then took his white gloves off and grabbed a red rose from his coat. He couldn't find the best deep hue, but he figured the blood would just stain the petals. Atticus dropped the flower and hastily left through a door, not bothering to lock it. Checks wouldn't happen in a week. He smiled to himself as he pictured the headlines, 'The Stained Rose's despotism; a fear striking all' [Read more] |