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[Color=darkgray][b]Time:[/b][/color] Witching Hour
[Color=darkgray][b]Location:[/b][/color] Ember Grove Streets
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Everything was set in motion. Damien followed behind Kyran as he made his way home from work. The madman had contemplated on how he would do [i]it[/i] for hours. It was all about the staging or eas it all about how much he would enjoy this? Kyran walked with a pep to his step, enjoying the crisp sounds of night as opposed to throwing in earphones. Tonight had been an easy night for him as far as work went. He just couldn't wait till he could get home and feed Moham some food he managed to bag up. [color=BC8F8F][i]He definitely loves the pork chops. The little guys is probably waiting right at the door for me.[/i][/color]

[color=thistle]”Help!”[/color] Rose's voice called from a dimly lit garbage filled alleyway. Kyran raised an eyebrow confused as to what his coworker could be doing in such a nasty place, but worry took him away from his thinking.

[color=BC8F8F]"Rose?!"[/color] Kyran entered the alleyway looking around as he tried to find the young woman he had worked so closely with. The two were not the best of friends, but he wouldn't just leave her helpless. 

[Color=thistle]"Help… me… Holy Saviors… They..."[/color] Rose's voice was much more faint, but sounded as if it was coming from the far end of a brown dumpster. Kyran hurried to the dumpster, but before he could round it, he felt excruciating pain pierce his back before being raised up from off the ground. He had let out a yelp as he dropped his plastic bag of food, but it wasn't enough to give attention to his fate. [Color=thistle]"Surprise!"[/color]

Kyran spit up blood while in shock as he felt his legs go limp. Whatever was digging into his back was deliberately crushing his spinal cord. He whimpered and panted as he felt his body get elevated high enough that all he could see was the night sky above him before he started to gurgle and choke on his own blood. CRACK! 

His body was violently slammed into the brick wall of the alley. The left side of his body might as well have been hit by a speeding car. The pain was nothing he could comprehend, yet he couldn't scream. All that came out was a disturbing stuttered mess with a wheezing that sounded like it belonged to some feral creature fighting to live. His left arm swung loosely from its dislocation.

A growl escaped his assailant before CRACK! Again his body was slammed, but this time it was the other side. And this time Kyran didn't utter a sound as blood leaked from his wounds. 

Kyran did not deserve a death like this, but Damien found pleasure in every moment of it. The body was tossed into the dumpster as Lucy fluttered out from behind the dumpster with a croak. Once it was shut, the Damien scaled the walled of the alley before using the short rooftops to travel into the woods south of Road 69.

[Color=darkgray][i]This is just the beginning, Rose. I will stand at your side as we watch your world crumble together. Won't that be special?[/i][/color]