O's headlights swung across the front of Mr. X's cabin. The Fore-lesser's everyman minivan was parked right next to the door.
O stopped his truck behind the Town & Country, blocking it in.
As he got out and the cold air shot into his lungs, he was aware that he was in the zone. In spite of what he was about to do, his
emotions lay like smooth feathers over his chest, all arranged, nothing out of place. His body was just as unruffled, moving with
its power checked, a gun ready to fire.
The scrolls had taken a long time to wade through, but he'd found what he needed. He knew what had to happen.
He opened the cabin's door without knocking.
Mr. X looked up from the kitchen table. His face was impassive, showing no frown, no sneer, no aggression of any kind. No
So they were both in the zone.
Without a word, the Fore-lesser rose, one hand going around to his back. O knew what was there, and he smiled as he
unsheathed his own knife.
"So, Mr. O—"
"I'm ready for a promotion."
O turned his blade on himself, putting the tip to his sternum. With a two-handed jabbing motion, he stabbed his own chest.
The last thing he saw before the great white inferno crisped the shit out of him was the shock on Mr. X's face. Shock that
quickly shifted to terror as the man figured out where O was going. And what O was going to do when he got there.
Snow fell upon the streets of Caldwell as Mr. O prowled them looking for a certain vampire, the one who had taken his wife from him. In the end he found exactly what he was looking for launching at the vampire. Zsadist was knocked to the ground as Mr. O pulled out a knife to kill him only to be hit by Tohrment with a growl. The male was angry at O for what he had taken from him.
"So that woman was yours that I shot," O laughed taunting. Blay who was on duty with Tohr grabbed O holding him for Tohr. "Did I mention that I killed that multi-colored eye one too," he boasted.
All three males were suddenly seeing red. This was the lesser who had killed their loved ones, or kidnapped them. This was David Ormond, the lesser who dyed his hair brown.
Lassiter watched the three as they tore David limb from limb before having Butch do clean up. The Brotherhood went home happy that night.
It is now Night 4. You may send in your night actions.
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YES sober!finny WAS RIGHT!
Just when I come riding into town things happen. Exiting!
My silencing once again has ended.
Momoka is mafia guys. :>
@Fushimi; You've been fairly quiet and didn't participate in the lynch against FrostyGaga at all. Was there any reason for that?
Case open, Case shut
I'm not going to update until tomorrow.
“Maybe I could do it."
Darius shot him a dry look. "You want to try to get back into your house after the fact? Wellsie will stake you through the heart and leave you for the sun, my friend.
Tohrment winced. "Good point"
"And then she'll come looking for me."
Both males shuttered.”
“Courtesy of their tempers, both were now dressed in the Captain Asshole costume—which included, for no extra charge, the cape of disgrace, the booties of shame, and keys to the Fuck Up mobile.”
“Tohr took a pull of his beer. “What the hell is this?”
“When Harry Met Sally.”
Tohr lowered the longneck from his mouth. “What?”
“Shut it. After this, we’re going to watch an episode of Moonlighting. Then An Affair to Remember—the old-school one, not that stupidity with Warren Beatty. Then The Princess Bride—”
Tohr hit the switch by his hip and straightened the chair up. “Okay. Right. Have fun with this—”
Tohrment walked through the mansion sighing as he thought about that which he had lost in the past years. He knew of course that he was not alone as John his adopted son shared his pain, yet he just couldn't get over it. He walked through the underground tunnel into training center and was jumped by several lessers of large size. He worked as hard as he could to win and to try to get help but couldn't. At the last moment John came in helping him, but by then it was too late. The life was leaving him as he started for the Fade.
John held his adoptive father in his arms watching the life leave him slowly. "I'm sorry I couldn't be a better father to you," he said to him, his voice cracking. John got ready to sign something but Tohr shook his head. "I know. You love me, don't go, that kind of stuff." John nodded in reply tears springing to both their eyes. "I'm sorry my son. I love you too, but now is my time. I'll finally get to be with-" he never finished as he ran out of breath at that moment, but the words were not needed to be spoken as the two knew who the them was.
Once again Fritz beared witness to the end of another, and once again he cried for them.
Wellasandra, Tohrment's Shellan
It is now Day 5.
Anyway, let's do this.
Aww dammit... : <
WHY DID YOU LET THEM KILL ME BULBAMOMMY? ;_;
Good luck town!