[quote=@Melo]
Home sweet home. Oh, how Ozias enjoyed his occasional day without lectures, or work for that matter. Today was a day he could simply enjoy with a good book and a refreshing cup of tea. The TV was on in the background, as there was no way he was missing anything that was on the news these days. The world had taken a turn for the weird, apparently. It didn't hurt to stay informed. In fact, it might save him a lot of hurt in the long run. He wasn't about to get his arse stabbed by the loonies that started to show up in the neighborhood. He'd like to see them try before they got a taste of his bullet-flavored salute. It was a waste of a bullet, such lowlife, but they might ruin his clothing otherwise!

Naturally, it hadn't gone unnoticed to Ozias that he was not alone in his room. His own shadow actually moved very little, less than him in fact. However, it was as if there was something on his shoulder. It was as if two little men were simply loitering there, yet he could neither see nor feel anything on his own. Weirder still, they seemed to be looking at him. Normal shadows had no eyes, but it somehow appeared to him like these had. They were beady and as black as their shady bodies themselves, hardly discernable, but there. It was as if these shadows, and his own for that matter, were a little more three dimensional than usual. It was imperative to him to ignore such impossibilities, lest he'd go loony like the rest of them.

Talking about loonies. He looked up from his book at he heard the distinct screaming of crazies. He lived in an apartment building on the third floor, but they were loud enough to be heard despite being on the ground floor. Oh geez, good ol' Ozias could never have a day off, could he?
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Raymond swung his knife wildly at the scared woman, who was doing everything she could to keep him away. But Raymond wasn't having any of that, he wanted to please his new master. And the only way to please him is to give him what he wants, and that is chaos. And his master couldn't have picked a more will patsy than Raymond, a man in his early late twenties, hair unkempt, plaid shirt dirty and stain. Ripped jeans and discount store bought shoes. A glowing example of a man who doesn't give a damn about anything, or anyone. He hated the people in Mercer City, even more so, he hated the people in his apartment. Annoying kids, asshole teens and self-centered adults being disruptive of his time making art of his new master. Works of art drawn in pastels, with walls covered end to end in crude potraits of the silhouettes that demand him of his service. And when they gave him the task to bring about chaos to Mercer City and feed him, he couldn't say yes fast enough. He quickly grabbed a long serrated edge knife from his kitchen drawer and rushed out of his apartment to find, and now here he is. And he could not have found a better victim to begin his terrible work then Janet Finch. Janet was a 27 year old, who kept herself looking as neat and orderly as her pristine hair, which she coveted most of all. Though she is kind and respectful to those around her, she is vain and narcissistic on the inside, only caring about her looks and only playing nice just to get some attention and a few remarks about her looks. Now she is wishing to get any attention so that someone can save her from the crazy asshole from apartment A3. 

"I've been waitin' to git my hands on you fo' a long time. HEHEHEHEHE"

"Get the fuck away from me you wacko!!"

"Nahhht a chance, girl. When I'm through with you, he is gonna be so pleased!!"

"Who the hell are you talking about!?"

"You don't have worry about that, not with what's about to happen next..."

"Oh god no, please!! Please don't do this!! I'll do anything, just don't kill me."

"Oh you'll do anything, huh? For lil' ol' me?"

"Ye-ss-s-ssss...just please don't kill me!!" 

"Then I got one request, heh.."

"W-what...?" 

"Hold still!" 

"Noooo!!!"

Raymond leaped at Janet, who swung her gucci handbag at Raymond. The hit didn't even phase him, as he was running on adrenaline. He punched Janet to the ground, grabbed her head and slammed it into the hardwood floor. He sat down on her back, as he raised his right arm, his knife clutched in his hands, ready to bring it down onto this woman and begin his new life as a obedient servant to the one that will bring about a new age of chaos to his realm. And he couldn't be happier.