Not long after Nancy made contact with Edge, a scream full of agony and despair tore through the base, likely interrupting the woman’s response to the movement’s leader. These would continue for a short while longer before stopping with a sudden quickness. Something that anyone who had been apart of the movement for any length of time would find odd. The screaming usually went on for at least an hour, usually more. The sound of a door slamming open was the next sudden sound to come, followed by a set of harsh footsteps coming from down the way. It wasn’t long before a young man walked into Nancy’s office, and with him came the heavy metallic smell of blood, a surer sign than the screaming that he had been enjoying his
hobbies again. If Nancy looked up from her computer at the man, she would notice something else strange about him, his lack of a smile. He was usually always smiling, no matter what horrible, depraved deed he was taking part in, but right now his face was set in a rather childish pout. One that really didn’t fit this man if you knew him well enough.
“I’ve got a new body for you, Nancy,” Sebastian said rather disinterestedly as he sat down somewhere in the room that seemed relatively stable.
“Oh, and you know that cliche in movies where the psychopath tortures people while quoting literature and scripture, well I tried it with this one, but it was beyond dull and really distracted me from the fun of the work. The guy might have a big gaping hole in his chest from when I decided to just call the quits, but I doubt that matters much anyway. Everything important to his movement and motor skills is mostly undamaged.” Letting out a sigh, the psychopathic haemokinetic sadist began to fiddle with his red hair, looking down at his blood-stained clothes. He made a single motion with his hand and the blood rose off from his clothes, a white long-sleeved T-shirt, black jeans, and a pair of loose fitting sandals. His bright green eyes looked around the messy office, the blood forming a small sphere in his hands that he began to twist and turn into various geometric shapes.
“Nancy, do you have any minions to spare, cause I need to beat the crap out of something and watch it bleed, even if it is the weird black gunk that they have, or maybe I can play with Issac again, that’s always fun to do.” Sebastian snickered to himself a little, cheering up at the thought of kicking the crap out of the mutated Meta. Tearing zombies to pieces was fun, but they didn’t feel any pain, which took quite a bit of the fun out of the activity for him. Getting back on to his feet, he’d walk around the woman’s desk to look over her shoulder at whatever she was doing on the computer.
“Hmm, looks like you won’t be getting to use those idiots at Center for material now that the Reformist’s number one Mascot and poster-boy have arrived on the scene. I don’t know why Edge let the Blackwood guy escape, it would be better to kill him now and get it over with, but hey, who am I to question the motives of our oh-so brilliant leader. I still say a better message would’ve been to blow up a corporate building or something. More attention grabbing and likely to actually help Meta’s.”Sebastian turned his emerald gaze to nancy, a smile splitting his face into as he continued to speak.
“If you ask me, I think the whole ‘for Meta’s everywhere’ line is just his excuse to kill people. He should just accept his insanity and do what I do, kill for the sake of it, and bask in the suffering of everyone around you. Torture is a very, very relaxing past time once you get the hang of it.”@Savato
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