I was a mysterious figure for most parts of my life, and still am, though in some instances I am given a name, a different personality, sometimes a different form. I'm strange really, though I don't mind, I embrace it. I dwell in the fact that my life has lead me down dark and reckoning adventures. During such times I've never really had a place or time to record such events, now I do. I will recall everything I remember to the best of my ability and share them all with you.
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lantgreen Rocketeer
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3 yrs ago
Some time ago, I remember having a lair, inside a city that was known for crime, the police were always short handed but they seemed to work everything out in the end. A pair of Vigilantes if I must say, were always on the look out, stopping vandals everywhere they went, till they came across me. That's where this story begins. I've always had a knack for wreaking havoc and causing chaos where ever I may be. I loved hearing the screams of innocents as they ran from explosions and the sound of cars blowing up while the earth rumbled with my bombs, it was quite wonderful. Then these two showed up and ruined my plans day by day. It appears they were brother and sister, twins to be exact, both bearing blonde hair and an attitude that struck the minds of evil. In other words they were annoying, kept calling themselves something different each time, 'Juke-Box' 'Super-Duo' 'Masked-Rescuers', they could never stick with one name, like I cared anyways.
One day I came up with a plan to rid these two once and for all, to stop them from keeping me away from fun. I devised a decoy, one that had lead them into my lair, of course just like any comic book hero, they were shocked and curious about such a place. That was when I released my trap, the old classic steel cage from the ceiling. They may have been locked away but they weren't in a state where I could have some fun. I placed a gas mask upon my face and said a simple phrase before hitting a switch, "Sleep tight little shits," that switch released a air toxin that not only put those who breathe it in asleep, but it gave their bodily senses a boost in sensitivity. Once I was sure they were knocked out I turned the toxin off and freshened the air before putting them each on a flat examination table, metal shackles holding them down with the arms stretched out to their sides and their legs spread open. I had to admit, the girl was quite cute, but I assure you, I had no sexual intentions, I never do, I enjoyed a much more, painful practice.
I removed my mask and arranged one of my tables with various tools that are used on a number of things both around the house and in a workshop. I waited for them to wake up, staring at them as they slept, their chests rising and falling for hours, neither of them twitching. I fought hard to keep myself at bay, I wanted to play with them so badly but it would be more fun if they were awake. I went back to my table and started to sharpen one of my small knives when I heard the young boy groan. I looked over my shoulder and saw that he had awaken, and it was obvious he wasn't comfortable. When he realized where he was and what had happened he started to shout at his sister, trying to wake her up, "Rin! Rin wake up! You need to wake up Rin!" She finally budged and opened her eyes, I sat back and enjoyed the show as they grew increasingly uncomfortable and struggled with their restraints. "Len?" she seemed just as confused as he was, "Where are we? Did we? Were we? Where is that man!?" she started to get angry and he had no answers for her except for stating the obvious, "We're trapped Rin, I can't find a way out."
I had them right where I wanted, lost and confused, hopeless at the most, their senses delicate to the touch, now I could have some fun. I liked to start small and build up to something greater. I grabbed a thin metal pole, similar to a car antenna, and walked over to them. "Get away from us you creep," the girl spat at me and I wiped it off my grimed face. My face turned a darker tone of hatred and anger before I raised my hand and swung the pole across her face, a whipping sound echoing through the room and her cheek slicing open with a small cut. She held back a scream, I could see it in her eyes, that toxin definitely took effect on her body but she was tough. "Rin!" the young boy snapped before turning his tongue to me, "You leave her alone!" He made the same mistake as she did and caused me to grow angrier at them. I stomped towards him, my boots thumping on the concrete floor before the leather of my glove stretched as I balled my hand into a fist and struck him in the gut, causing him to gasp for air, becoming silent as tears fell from his eyes. "You two have caused me enough trouble, and now it's time I get my revenge."
Punching the boy made me feel good, an adrenal that pumped through my body whenever I watched someone suffer, oh it was addicting, once it kicked in, I could never stop wanting more. "Why are you doing this?" she asked, a tone in her voice that you could tell was so desperately trying to trick me into stopping, I knew what she was doing and I'm not as weak minded as she thinks. "SHUT UP!" I yelled at her before raising my arm and this time slapping her with the back of my hand onto the cut upon her cheek. She gave a small gasp in pain but remained eye contact with me, she was strong, I could tell it was going to be hard to break her. "You don't deserve to talk, I've been ruined far too many times by the likes of both of you, I'm sick of it, and now I will end this nightmare you have put me through, and turn it upon you." As she stared at me I could see her brother, watching with worry and fear to what will happen to her, I could see the hurt in his eyes as he watched her in pain, I wanted to see more of that. I raised the pole again and struck her several times across the face and arms, her skin ripping open as her mouth pierced screams of pain into the air, her hands grasping the shackles and pulling them tightly. I started to laugh maniacally, enjoying myself with each swing of my arm. I paused my actions and looked over to him, watching tears fall down his face in horror, watching his sister being torture alive. Now it was his turn.
I walked back to my table, listening to the girl breathing heavily, groaning and gasping in pain, I'm not sure how much she could have taken but I will push her limits. I put on a set of brass knuckles, I had a different approach for the boy. My steps were heavy as I made my way to his position.
TBC
One day I came up with a plan to rid these two once and for all, to stop them from keeping me away from fun. I devised a decoy, one that had lead them into my lair, of course just like any comic book hero, they were shocked and curious about such a place. That was when I released my trap, the old classic steel cage from the ceiling. They may have been locked away but they weren't in a state where I could have some fun. I placed a gas mask upon my face and said a simple phrase before hitting a switch, "Sleep tight little shits," that switch released a air toxin that not only put those who breathe it in asleep, but it gave their bodily senses a boost in sensitivity. Once I was sure they were knocked out I turned the toxin off and freshened the air before putting them each on a flat examination table, metal shackles holding them down with the arms stretched out to their sides and their legs spread open. I had to admit, the girl was quite cute, but I assure you, I had no sexual intentions, I never do, I enjoyed a much more, painful practice.
I removed my mask and arranged one of my tables with various tools that are used on a number of things both around the house and in a workshop. I waited for them to wake up, staring at them as they slept, their chests rising and falling for hours, neither of them twitching. I fought hard to keep myself at bay, I wanted to play with them so badly but it would be more fun if they were awake. I went back to my table and started to sharpen one of my small knives when I heard the young boy groan. I looked over my shoulder and saw that he had awaken, and it was obvious he wasn't comfortable. When he realized where he was and what had happened he started to shout at his sister, trying to wake her up, "Rin! Rin wake up! You need to wake up Rin!" She finally budged and opened her eyes, I sat back and enjoyed the show as they grew increasingly uncomfortable and struggled with their restraints. "Len?" she seemed just as confused as he was, "Where are we? Did we? Were we? Where is that man!?" she started to get angry and he had no answers for her except for stating the obvious, "We're trapped Rin, I can't find a way out."
I had them right where I wanted, lost and confused, hopeless at the most, their senses delicate to the touch, now I could have some fun. I liked to start small and build up to something greater. I grabbed a thin metal pole, similar to a car antenna, and walked over to them. "Get away from us you creep," the girl spat at me and I wiped it off my grimed face. My face turned a darker tone of hatred and anger before I raised my hand and swung the pole across her face, a whipping sound echoing through the room and her cheek slicing open with a small cut. She held back a scream, I could see it in her eyes, that toxin definitely took effect on her body but she was tough. "Rin!" the young boy snapped before turning his tongue to me, "You leave her alone!" He made the same mistake as she did and caused me to grow angrier at them. I stomped towards him, my boots thumping on the concrete floor before the leather of my glove stretched as I balled my hand into a fist and struck him in the gut, causing him to gasp for air, becoming silent as tears fell from his eyes. "You two have caused me enough trouble, and now it's time I get my revenge."
Punching the boy made me feel good, an adrenal that pumped through my body whenever I watched someone suffer, oh it was addicting, once it kicked in, I could never stop wanting more. "Why are you doing this?" she asked, a tone in her voice that you could tell was so desperately trying to trick me into stopping, I knew what she was doing and I'm not as weak minded as she thinks. "SHUT UP!" I yelled at her before raising my arm and this time slapping her with the back of my hand onto the cut upon her cheek. She gave a small gasp in pain but remained eye contact with me, she was strong, I could tell it was going to be hard to break her. "You don't deserve to talk, I've been ruined far too many times by the likes of both of you, I'm sick of it, and now I will end this nightmare you have put me through, and turn it upon you." As she stared at me I could see her brother, watching with worry and fear to what will happen to her, I could see the hurt in his eyes as he watched her in pain, I wanted to see more of that. I raised the pole again and struck her several times across the face and arms, her skin ripping open as her mouth pierced screams of pain into the air, her hands grasping the shackles and pulling them tightly. I started to laugh maniacally, enjoying myself with each swing of my arm. I paused my actions and looked over to him, watching tears fall down his face in horror, watching his sister being torture alive. Now it was his turn.
I walked back to my table, listening to the girl breathing heavily, groaning and gasping in pain, I'm not sure how much she could have taken but I will push her limits. I put on a set of brass knuckles, I had a different approach for the boy. My steps were heavy as I made my way to his position.
TBC
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lantgreen Rocketeer
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3 yrs ago
I was amused by the look on his face, the boy had so many expressions, all of them sorrowful, I could see the dreaded fear in his bright blue eyes. Such a sweet color too, he shared them with his sister, their eyes big and round, I could just lick them and taste such young tears. The boy looked up at me then over to his sister who was still catching her breath after being whipped, she glanced over to us with that face calling for help. But there was no one there to save them, not even the police could help. I could sense that the boy felt the need to be strong and tougher than me, to prove that he had what it took to beat me. I stared into his determined face, a portrait that spoke of revenge and murder, of fearlessness, but it was all broken when a single tear shed from his eye. He was scared.
I smirked with a yellow smile, "Don't be scared, it'll just hurt." Again the sound of my leather glove stretching as I gripped the brass knuckles flew through the air. I raised my arm and struck him across the face, I could feel my knuckles slicing through his skin, tearing his soul apart. My punch smacking to his jaw echoed through the room, his head laid limp looking at the ground. He tried to look up at me, shaking like it was freezing, but out of pain. I could tell he was trying to keep his dignity, but I was going to rip it from him. I raised my same hand and swung again, this time more along his upper jaw, I could feel my punch pushing his teeth out of place, cracking his pallet. What a wonder feeling and an amazing sound, I loved it. I looked over to his sister and the little brat had nothing to say, she only watched in horror, knowing how much pain he was going through, wishing I would just stop, but I couldn't, I was having too much fun.
I turned my attention back to the boy, his mouth dripping of blood and his head hanging limp, "Look at me," he didn't move, "Look, at, me" he still didn't budge, I started to get frustrated, "I said LOOK AT ME!" My hand swung upwards under his jaw, forcing his head to fling back, blood flying through the air. His eyes met mine and he looked miserable, I have to admit, I was glad he was still conscious, I can't have fun if their not awake. His body was like a rag doll, hanging there by force. "Much better," I smirked again before swinging my other arm slicing against his other cheek then swinging the other way before thrusting my fist forward straight into the bridge of his nose. I stopped beating him, even though I enjoyed feeling every bone shatter with my touch, he had enough of my hands. My gloves were covered in his velvet thick blood, his face torn up and his mouth drowning in his own red liquid.
I dropped my brass knuckles on the table before grabbing the small blade I was sharpening before and a blowtorch. I walked over to the girl, lifting her head to look me in the eyes, smearing the blood of her twin onto her cheek, "How does it feel to be touched and rubbed by the blood of your brother." I smirked before resting the blade upon the side of her neck.
I smirked with a yellow smile, "Don't be scared, it'll just hurt." Again the sound of my leather glove stretching as I gripped the brass knuckles flew through the air. I raised my arm and struck him across the face, I could feel my knuckles slicing through his skin, tearing his soul apart. My punch smacking to his jaw echoed through the room, his head laid limp looking at the ground. He tried to look up at me, shaking like it was freezing, but out of pain. I could tell he was trying to keep his dignity, but I was going to rip it from him. I raised my same hand and swung again, this time more along his upper jaw, I could feel my punch pushing his teeth out of place, cracking his pallet. What a wonder feeling and an amazing sound, I loved it. I looked over to his sister and the little brat had nothing to say, she only watched in horror, knowing how much pain he was going through, wishing I would just stop, but I couldn't, I was having too much fun.
I turned my attention back to the boy, his mouth dripping of blood and his head hanging limp, "Look at me," he didn't move, "Look, at, me" he still didn't budge, I started to get frustrated, "I said LOOK AT ME!" My hand swung upwards under his jaw, forcing his head to fling back, blood flying through the air. His eyes met mine and he looked miserable, I have to admit, I was glad he was still conscious, I can't have fun if their not awake. His body was like a rag doll, hanging there by force. "Much better," I smirked again before swinging my other arm slicing against his other cheek then swinging the other way before thrusting my fist forward straight into the bridge of his nose. I stopped beating him, even though I enjoyed feeling every bone shatter with my touch, he had enough of my hands. My gloves were covered in his velvet thick blood, his face torn up and his mouth drowning in his own red liquid.
I dropped my brass knuckles on the table before grabbing the small blade I was sharpening before and a blowtorch. I walked over to the girl, lifting her head to look me in the eyes, smearing the blood of her twin onto her cheek, "How does it feel to be touched and rubbed by the blood of your brother." I smirked before resting the blade upon the side of her neck.
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lantgreen Rocketeer
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3 yrs ago
During the time when I was pounding the face of the young boy, feeding my need to hurt someone even more, the girl seemed to have recovered enough to be tortured beyond farther limits. The way she looked up at me with those same bright blue eyes, I just couldn't help but want to hurt them. She appeared scared, horrified, in my presence. I could tell she was regretting all the choices they made about stopping me during my chaotic schemes. That if she had to option to escape and never bother me again, she would take it. Though I'm not like that, I like to play, I like to punish, I like to torture. She was going to get much worse than a few whips.
As the blade rested upon her neck, I started to slide it back and forth, not enough to cut or scratch, but enough to strike fear in her soul. Her eyes started to water, oh they were so beautiful, I wanted to hurt them, I needed them out of her head and preserved for my own personal collection, to look at them and remember such an adventurous and fulfilling day. I quickly moved the tip of my blade towards her eye, wanting to stab and pry out so bad. My hand started to shake with anticipation, but I pulled back, no, she needed to watch, I wanted her to watch. I can hold back till later, till I'm finished with them to leave them blind.
I sighed and stepped back a bit, aiming the torch at my knife and heating up the blade. She knew what was coming for her and she wanted none of it. I gave a grimacing smile before stepping close to her again and burning her soft cotton skin with the heat of the small blade. She let out a scream and shook her body against the shackles, trying to pull away. I took the blade from under one side of her ribs and dragged it across her abdomen, slicing her open, but moving slow enough to seal the wound with the hot knife. I raised my hand to her left forearm and deeply dug the sharp metal into her flesh, melting her blood and roasting her insides before pulling out.
Her cries of help and pain were music to my ears, but they were interrupted by a faint sound that seemed like a word. The boy had tried to speak but failed at it, he got my attention but looking at him only made me smile. Seeing a weak body hanging limp by chains covered in blood, it was art. I turned back to her and quickly sliced my hand through the air to cut open her arm, right on her bicep. I didn't want to make another mark on her face, there is such thing as too much. I set the blade down for now and took the torch in hand, aiming it at her thighs, a distance enough to burn but nothing vital. I pulling the trigger and the sharp flame poured out grilling her skin from a distance, I saw the color change of skin till I pulled away and it was singing red.
Her crying tears begged me to continue so I had to come up with a plan. In the end I didn't want to kill them, only torture them beyond their limits. I had too many tools, all to deadly, maybe going out for a bit would bring some ideas and allow their bodies to take more punishment.
As the blade rested upon her neck, I started to slide it back and forth, not enough to cut or scratch, but enough to strike fear in her soul. Her eyes started to water, oh they were so beautiful, I wanted to hurt them, I needed them out of her head and preserved for my own personal collection, to look at them and remember such an adventurous and fulfilling day. I quickly moved the tip of my blade towards her eye, wanting to stab and pry out so bad. My hand started to shake with anticipation, but I pulled back, no, she needed to watch, I wanted her to watch. I can hold back till later, till I'm finished with them to leave them blind.
I sighed and stepped back a bit, aiming the torch at my knife and heating up the blade. She knew what was coming for her and she wanted none of it. I gave a grimacing smile before stepping close to her again and burning her soft cotton skin with the heat of the small blade. She let out a scream and shook her body against the shackles, trying to pull away. I took the blade from under one side of her ribs and dragged it across her abdomen, slicing her open, but moving slow enough to seal the wound with the hot knife. I raised my hand to her left forearm and deeply dug the sharp metal into her flesh, melting her blood and roasting her insides before pulling out.
Her cries of help and pain were music to my ears, but they were interrupted by a faint sound that seemed like a word. The boy had tried to speak but failed at it, he got my attention but looking at him only made me smile. Seeing a weak body hanging limp by chains covered in blood, it was art. I turned back to her and quickly sliced my hand through the air to cut open her arm, right on her bicep. I didn't want to make another mark on her face, there is such thing as too much. I set the blade down for now and took the torch in hand, aiming it at her thighs, a distance enough to burn but nothing vital. I pulling the trigger and the sharp flame poured out grilling her skin from a distance, I saw the color change of skin till I pulled away and it was singing red.
Her crying tears begged me to continue so I had to come up with a plan. In the end I didn't want to kill them, only torture them beyond their limits. I had too many tools, all to deadly, maybe going out for a bit would bring some ideas and allow their bodies to take more punishment.
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