Crimson ( DC143C)Devices and tools:
*A crappy Macbook air.
*Mossberg 500 Pump Shotgun with silencer
*S&W 500 magnum
*Bergara B-14 HMR with 10x scope
*Gransfors Bruks AB 35 inches versionOccupation:
Serial Killer/ Fisherman/ Dealer for selling illegal organ on the black markets and the Russian MafiaCyberskills:
Data reading and eliminating (enough to delete the victim history that directly to him without leaving a fingerprint)Personality:
Real Life: nice, generous, sociable, kind
Hunter: psychopath, douchebag, sadist
Cyber: Oddball as he sometimes very intelligent but sometimes can be a dumb piece of rock
I saw her there, on that ruin of Yemen. Her eyes were red and her breath was short. Her chest behind the soft and dark cloth reveals her magnificent beauty. Her long black hair wove me into these dark desires that I know God shall not forgive. Her eyes filled with hatred as each time I took a closer step near her. She was the good and I am the bad.
And then, we dance.
For a moment, we walked in a circle of intimacy. Her gaze pierced my soul with thousand of invisible blades. If my goddess is yelling at me for laying my disgusting eyes on the beautiful creation of God. Then I would gladly pull my out eyes out of my tiny brain. The goosebumps appeared under my armor as she was passing her judgment. The chill from the air makes the chain of the monster inside me to lose as I stared directly at that crafted face. The pebbles fall down with each of her graceful steps carefully placed on the rocky surface. Her pants covered her ankle, but I can imagine her white and soft feet under that rough and thick cloth. And together, we dance in the circle. The howling wind soon becomes the conductor of ours great duets. Pebbles and concrete become our playground. Dead victims become our spectators, only acts as a decoration to her already beautiful face. The long dark hair, green eyes, soft and delicate lips, white teeth, long and thin eyebrows hypnotized me. And the full moon on our head witnesses our testimony.
But she ran.
And then I chased her. On two. Then four. Paws touch the ground. Accidentally losing balanced and slamming into the dead things that lied on the asphalt. But I quickly regain my balanced and chased after her as fast as I could. Couldn't she understand my love? I wondered to myself as I quickly close our distances. I could hear her panting, short but filled with this dandelions smell. Her sweat was like pearls, decorating on her yellow skin forehead. We ran in this endless maze, ruined of Yemen. She hoped to escape this fool that lay eyes on her. But I wished she would be mine.
And it seems like God want us to be together. In her eyes, I am probably nothing more than a devil that wear the skin of man. That I am the worst of the worst, the thing that pig excreted after their meals. No matter what she thinks, it pained me. For to me, she was shining the new light on the horizon that lay in front of us. But it was nothing to her beauty, which seems to increase with each breath that she takes from. The sound of the nearby collapsing building could not shift my attention from the panting that came from her cherry lips.
Precious was her flesh. Warm was her body. Soft her sound. Sorrow was her crying. And how beautiful it is for her to smile when she died. Even with her discarded body, the goddess still looks so innocent in her sleep. If she could be on our side, then I surely would fell in love with her. And I tasted her all, with the flesh that came from her. The blood I drank without sharing to the crow or the dead nearby. It seems like even after death, she still cares for this fool like me. Even hate, she still sacrifices her flesh for my mouth to taste such delicate and beautiful meal.
The next day, I return to my comrades and just said that everyone had died in that mission. And no one asked a word about what happened during those moments. Only a few reports had to be filled, a few more rebellions need to be killed, a few more targets need to be hunted. And none of them could fill the emptiness in my heart.
I return home in Point Barrow, Alaska and have almost nothing in my pockets. An old abandoned mines, frozen roads, a desperately needed to repair the house, and a bunch of stuff that I myself care none. I feel useless. This burning desire inside me doesn't stop. Nights and nights with different women make no improvement. They were ugly, pigs wearing the human skins. Their snorts and screams had nothing like her. Drive with their most basics form of desire, these beasts understand no concept of beauty. Disgusting they are. They are nothing like her, not even like a strand of her hair. Her eyes still fill my mind in my sleep. Her screaming noise of despair is my anecdote. Her dandelion smell is filling the atmosphere of every corner that I lay my eyes upon. Each night, my dream keeps relapsing of what could be.
During my time, I join and acted as a right hand for the Russian Mafia. They offered me illegal vodka and stuff that I could not remember. I worked there for a few years, making the Head treat me almost like a younger brother and give me many legal money. In return, I kill some and oppressed his family members and those that dared to go against him. I worked there for a few years, before being replaced by another younger guy. He was brought by the Head's Wife and pretty young. So before getting fired, I talked to my Head about their affairs. Before leaving, the boss handed me his laptops along with the rights to form a new trade of organs delivery with the Chinese. I give the Head's blood brother my power in controlling the gang, in return to promise to deliver the corpse that I kill. The price is small but the profit is huge. So the problem is not about worrying that would the Head betrayed me, but whether are there enough for me to kill. And it seems the cops are suspecting me so I am planning to hide for a moment.
2 years of hiding
I had finally made it to the Russian. Staying in the Far East right now. I also had used the invitation card of the Head to logged into an impressive site called as Hackers. Chatroom. And I am planning to get a job as it seems by bones are crackling with the stupid weather of Russian. Hope that I could shift my killing from killing stupid teens who drink too much into real victims.