Disclaimer: I don't own GW.
Notes: This great idea was from a good friend of mines named, Shadow Dweller. This might be disturbing, you've been warned. Please R&R. Hope you enjoy!!
His shadow is in the room creeping slowly..Hes tired very tired...I stay in my car across the street, lights off and quiet...I get out and slowly shut the door...The fun is about to begin...I walk to his door and lean my back on the mansion door relaxingly, taking this all in.
Closing my eyes and taking a breath of the air. I open my eyes and look around making sure I haven't been seen, Good...I haven't... I then lean down on one leg and take out a black bag with a silver button keeping it shut...Then slowly unbutton it and take out the pins... Then on my hands and knees, I slide in the two pins into the locked door.
Twitching one and holding another in place, making sure the first is deep into the lock, tweaking again and again then....CLICK...I smile...
My prey, I have entered your habitat...The hunter has arrived...I walk in the lavish residence and the distinct odor of him, surrounds me...The constant smirk on my face freezes then suddenly turns to a full grin of desire...
He will die...He must...He has too...I slowly shut the door, positioning my foot between the door and its resting place while holding the knob with both hands. I move my foot and slowly shut the door to a stop. I turn around and slowly creep up the stairs...The blood...The fluid redness is everywhere I can taste it...death upon death start to appear to me...
Onto his upper floor, I have come...Past disgusting windows and worthless paintings in the dark I tried...Stealthily and slowly along the wall...Turning a corner then I come to the wrenched door of the bastard...I get down and peer under the door's crack, I listen...No feet...No noises...but breathing...My grin gets bigger...
I slowly twist the knob and turn it to a complete stop...Then slowly push the door open...I let go as the door stops half open and I stand up and walk to the one I shall destroy...Looking at his innocent slumber...I touch his chest and slowly walk up it with my index and middle fingers...
The finger man suddenly dies as I stop when I reach his chin. The smile then turns to disgust and hatred and falls to a full frown...I flinch and then my brows lower and the hair on my neck rises...
I take out my knife and in a millisecond it is plunged directly in his left orbital and then into his other...
"Bastard!" I scream in my head...The blood trickling out of his face drips down both sides of it but by then he's trying to stop me isn't he?
He grabs at thin air for he is now blind...I turn around as he is attempting to get out of bed, too in shock to scream. He look around surprised myself...Then I see it...Perfect...I grab the blade and in one swipe the Arabian sword decapitates the fool...The body still flails in amazement I watch and try not to laugh...Blood gushing in huge amounts flowing out of the giant cut...
The body finally falls next to the head of the victim...A pool of blood it lay in...I lift the body and put it back on the bed...And carefully position the head where it would be if he was resting...I smile at my handy work and step back..."It isn't perfect" I mutter to myself... The portrait doesn't fit...Something is missing...I laugh, outloud this time and grab the sword and place it in his hands. Cupping them around the hilt of the magnificent blade...The blood has by now completely drenched the bed...
I start giggling....
Then I see it...The instrument that ails me...His violin...I grab it like a beast and turn to him and bang it on the bed post with such ferocity that it shatters...The pain ceases...I fall to my knees taking many breaths...I am totally angered at this point...Furious at him...
The pieces are everywhere...Encompassing the entire floor near the bed...I crawl to the strings...the almost invisible strings of the infernal device. I then think...and the portrait is complete! Yes,! I snatch them...Standing over the corpse The string is then scraped over the decapitated head and off the face slides as if it was a hot knife through butter...Impressive nonetheless...I take the face and put it on the night stand. Making sure the face is smiling of course...I start relaxing as my heart beat is no longer erratic and I have reached a calm...
I then tie the wrists and ankles to the bed posts...The violin strings start ripping into his ankles and wrists as he lays...The knots finished the blood slowly drips...Almost suggesting another death...
I smile and then take out the knife again and ram it into the chest cavity...Exposing the rib cage and I pull the opposite sides apart...I've had my fun...
The portrait is finished...My head aches...He can play his music else where now...
"Good-night Quatre...sleep well" I say, and leave the room.
I weakly walk away putting the knife in a side pocket of the black bag instead of its earlier spot of my pocket. I make my way to the huge bath and shower room of his. I remove my cloths and bathe in his expensive oils, cleansing my body once more of any wrong doing...Once done I change my cloths to the clean ones I brought in my bag and stuff in my old ones carefully.
Leaving the door open. I depart down the stairs and out the door....
TBC