Without Remorse...

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Without Remorse... Oct 10, 2009 16:20:21 GMT -5

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Post by Quint on Oct 10, 2009 16:20:21 GMT -5

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The figure brushed his hand through his now-reddish hair and slipped out the thin file from his black hoodie jacket. He opened it and ran through the names. Today, on his schedule, was a boy from District 2.

Archer Fields, Age 17.

Once he had followed the directions securely, he jogged over behind the house and peeked inside. The TV was on, depicting a picture of this year's Hunger Games. He was about to look further until a voice was heard from inside.

"Mom, I gonna go out with Alleila tonight. Be back at around....11:30." A boy's voice. Archer's voice. His mother waved a good-bye to her son and went back to the soup she was stirring.

Archer stepped outside and ran over to a nearby tree, not noticing the figure standing beside the window not but 12 feet away. In the boy's hand, was a flower. For his date.

Ahh. How amusing... the killer noted. He walked over to the boy, his footsteps as silent as the last time he was when he had murderered the boy from District 1 by the cliff.

"What a pity it is that your girlfriend's gonna miss you..."

Archer turned violently and took a step back at the figure's cryptic appearence, noticing the enticing chain the figure held. "How so, pal? What do you want? Money?" He took out his wallet and threw some dollar bills onto the ground.

"No, money has nothing to do with this." The figure grabbed the boy from District 2 and threw him to the ground, just he had with the dollar bills.

"Please..." the boy pleaded. "I really want to see her..."

The figure stayed silent and strangled the boy with the chain he had. He had murderered yet another innocent victim. Without remorse...

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Without Remorse... Oct 10, 2009 16:44:48 GMT -5

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Post by Quint on Oct 10, 2009 16:44:48 GMT -5

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Okay. 2 down. 5 to go. Next on the list, as it appeared on the file, was a little District 3 super genius.

Parker Donovan, Age 13.

At the moment, his file stated that Parker was currently at the Tech Shop from 12:00 noon to 4:00 in the evening. Easy as pie. All the figure needed to do was go over to the computer shop and rig the place.

Once by the shop, he stood outside the door. He glanced at his watch, concerned that his inpatience might blow his own mission. 3:45. 15 more minutes.

Come on. Just 15 minutes....

Hold it together...

Time will pass...

Screw it...

The figure ran inside the store, revealing a bomb from his jacket and holding securely in his gloved hands. At the back of the store, as expected, was Parker Donovan, fiddling with a spare laptop.

"Hey, what's with the mask, bud?" The clerk stepped out from behind the shelf and tapped the figure on the shoulder. In an immediate motion, the hidden knife was shanked inside the man's stomach as he coughed out blood and fell to the floor.

Everyone else was taking place in an array of screams and mumbles as they kneeled down to the ground. The figure wore a black and gray opera mask tied from behind his head. On the bomb's timer, projected in red outlining read the the numbers: 1:15. 1:14. 1:13.

Every second passing down to the next until it would finally hit zero and disintegrate everyone within the store. The figure cautiously kneeled down next to the clerk and unhooked his keys. He placed the bomb in the corner of the store and ran outside of the store, being careful to lock the doors before he left.

As he left, everyone scrambled in different places. Some to the locked doors. And some even heading to the bomb, hoping that they could disable it.

Parker sat next to the ticking machine and held it carefully in his lap. He cautiously look around the different buttons and then finally mumbled. "What the hell?...This technology is too complicated. What's the way of disabling the bomb?"

The figure tapped the glass from outside and yelled through the doors. "The thing is...there isn't one." He smiled and sprinted as fast as he could until finally the bomb clock hit zero and the store was blasted into flames. With every human being in it.

Last Edit: Oct 10, 2009 19:00:26 GMT -5 by Quint

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Without Remorse... Oct 10, 2009 19:14:28 GMT -5

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Post by Quint on Oct 10, 2009 19:14:28 GMT -5

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Now that he was back by the lower districts, the figure would now head for the other 4 on the list. Next up was someone in District 11.

Judson Sleight

The figure ran from field to field. House to house. Looking for the boy. Until finally he had realized something. The forest. He ran to the forest. He was running out of time. Today was his final day and he had to get rid of the others by nightfall. He crept under the fence and laced throgh the trees.

Standing by a tree was Judson Sleight. Actually, he was climbing the tree. Once again, perfect. The figure dived and hid behind one of the near bushes just as Judson look his way. Fortunatly, he had missed him. Judson continued to climb, unaware of the figure with the axe silently climbing up from behind him.

At last, he had reached him and the figure reached out for the boy and quickly launched his hand at his foot. The boy turned and kicked at the killer. He had obviously seen this coming. The figure and Judson grappled as they climbed until both had made it on symmetric branches.

"One of us is walking away alive, you know." Judson nodded as an answer and dived at the figure. In one swift movement, the axe sliced open Judson's stomach and he stood at the top of the tree to stable himself until eventually he fell over the side.

Judson gave a short cry, but it was drowned out by the sight of his intestines being caught on a thick branches until he was hung to death by his own guts.

Oh, what a perfect way to die. The figure thought as he climbed down the tree and walked away towards District 12, ready to pounce on his next victim.

Last Edit: Oct 10, 2009 19:15:37 GMT -5 by Quint

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Without Remorse... Oct 12, 2009 22:28:40 GMT -5

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Post by Quint on Oct 12, 2009 22:28:40 GMT -5

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The figure gave a quiet sigh as he slipped through the fence of District 12. It was very close to where he stayed. His current home wasn’t actually very far from here. He had 2 people from District 12 on his list right now. Next on his list was another teen.

Nick Romeo Grifin

Just as he had in District 2, the figure ran from house to house. Searching for his victim. Finally, there, leaning on a light pole by the District Square flirting with a girl was Nick Grifin. He had to get rid of the girl. She wasn’t part of the plan.

The District Square soon began to empty, but Nick and the girl still stayed there. Yet again, perfect. Everything was coming into place. The figure began to walk over to the couple. He flicked open his knife and was about to address them both from a distance until something tackled him to the ground.

A loud voice rang through his head. “Heeeel-LO. I—I—I’m Ha—HAY—wire!!! Wo---Would you-YOU---like to BE my FRI-end!!!” The figure pushed off the tall mentally challenged man. The tackle had made his file slip out and he quickly looked for it until…

“Wha-WHAT’s---TH-is?!?” The mental man held up the file and look at it briefly. He gave a laugh and continued. “He—HEY!! This HAS my—my—my name on I-IT!!!”

Surprised just as much Haywire, the figure snatched the papers away and examined the list. He was right. Charles “Haywire” Patoshik.

“Well, in that case, would you like to play a game, Haywire?” the figure asked with his signature cold sneer planted on his face. The mental man clapped in answer and followed the figure behind a building. He took out a gun he had luckily stolen long ago and handed it to the mental man.

“Listen up. We’re gonna play tag, okay? I want to get this…toy laser…and tag those two people out over there.” The figure pointed out Nick and the girl. “And to make things even better. This toy laser, here, dispenses M&M’s. You like M&M’s right?”

Haywire nodded and jumped with glee

“Good. Then after you tag them, you can put this toy in your mouth and pull the trigger, so you can get M&M’s, okay?”

“O—Oh—OhKAY!!!” Haywire grabbed the gun and ran up to the couple, waving his arms. The girl gave out a scream and tried to run away. A shot was heard and the thud of a body falling to the floor. “Go—GOTCHA!!”

The figure peered over the wall to see Nick grappling with Haywire, trying to disarm him of his weapon. Haywire resisted and finally after much consideration, he re-grasped the gun and nailed a good one right on the head.

Nick fell to the floor and tried to crawl away. “Yo—You’re I-I-IT!!!” Haywire fired at Nick and the bullet launched right into his throat, spurting out his Adam’s Apple for all to see. The boy’s body went limp and Haywire placed in his mouth.

“Yummy,” the mental man said through the gun in his mouth and then he pulled the trigger.

The authorities were alerted an hour after the incident and came to find the dead cadaver of a mental man and the bodies of 2 teens. Meanwhile, not but 20 feet away, the figure sneaked away through the fence.

Perfect…

When you look into an abyss, the abyss also looks into you.

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Without Remorse... Oct 14, 2009 20:05:18 GMT -5

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Post by Quint on Oct 14, 2009 20:05:18 GMT -5

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He looked down at his revised mission file. There had been a change in his victims. Not one, but four people had been added. One even being a wanderer. That would be a challenge. She could’ve been anywhere.

The figure had dressed in his casual blue hoodie jacket and ripped up jeans. He was back in District 1 now. Waiting for his next victim.

Cassie Green.

Many would be wondering how he had traveled such distances as opposite districts without a Capitol train. Though the information was confidential, he took great fun in teasing his curious victims just before they met their end. The figure’s master had given him specific instructions. No answers.

Ms. Green was apparently a gymnast. This would be a problem. It was hard to predict what would happen if she fought back. He could only hope that she would go down easy. He walked around the richest District. She wouldn’t be too hard to find. Anyways, how many people in Panem were gymnasts?

He took out a cigarette from his sleeve and ignited it; letting the raw smoke run into his nose. He needed a place to look. Where else? The gym. He maneuvered his way through the good-quality streets, already familiar from his last visit here.

The gym wasn’t hard to find either, nor was the girl. He confidently walked inside the gym. After several wasted minutes of searching, he left the place and decided to have another smoke by a small nearby field. He threw a picked up stone into the short grass in frustration. He needed to find that girl.

He lit his cigarette and put both his hands over the butte, making sure not to let the neutral wind affect his pleasant smoke. It couldn’t have gotten better until he another figure caught his eye. The figure jumped and rolled and it looked like she flied for a moment. And it wasn’t until after a few seconds that he knew whom it was.

Cassie Green. The Sarcastic Gymnast.

The figure couldn’t let her escape. Instead he skipped his usual “talk” and just went straight in for the kill. This was going to get messy.

18 minutes later…

He took short, yet heavy breaths as he escaped the girl’s grasp and examined her dead corpse on the field ground. He didn’t know how he did it, but the figure had managed to turn a healthy female gymnast to a blundering witch with her stomach ripped open; revealing her ribcage and how it popped out like branches on a tree.

The figure wiped his hands on a spare handkerchief and walked away unharmed.

Yet again…

When you look into an abyss, the abyss also looks into you.

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