Post by airalinaseerhart on Jan 1, 2011 4:05:59 GMT -5
Fabian Hughes was NOT in a good mood. Not at all! Once Fabian got ahold of Yael he was going to give him a piece of his mind! How dare he get him stuck with a needle, and sedated in a hospital. Long story short, he was able to look over it during the holidays because he had to stay in a carefree mood for his family. If he seemed to be too worried about the stupid boy, then the whole family would lose faith in ever seeing their hero again. After unpacking, Fabian set his mind to go searching for the blue haired idiot, maybe he was avoiding him again. Grumbling, he stepped from the school, his attire casual, white long sleeved wool sweater, black pants, black boots, a green scarf, and a black thigh length 6 buttoned coat. "Once I get my hands on him I'll wring his neck, and drag his ass back to his senses." He grumbled into his scarf. Fabian's first stop would be the bar...
Demarco smiled as he turned his head to hear the very obvious sound of a boy outside Demarco's modest home. Immediately, smoke flowed from his mouth as he opened it in a full toothy grin, seeping from the gaps in his yellowed teeth. He stood up, pushing gently against his recliner's arms. The smoke built around him as he silently slid the same window he had used in the last two attacks open. Black smoke became transparent and slowly creeped out into the street, landing upon the concrete and staining it dark, which spread across all the sidewalk and road almost immediately, creeping up the lampposts and trees to darken them too, as he took hold of the street. The darkest corners became pitch black, and the lightest became grayed and boring. Color faded away, saturating into the darkness. The bar door opened as Fabian approached it, and a man walked out, slamming the door behind him, the sound echoing much louder than any normal sound should. He stopped, and held his hands against the frame of the door, staring at Fabian with blood red eyes. He held no color other than his eyes. He was little for a man, but very obviously a man. His chest rose and fell quickly as he stood in that defensive position.
Fabian Hughes's white gloved hand was pulled out of his pocket as he was about to open the door before a little man stepped out. Fabian hadn't realized until then that everything seemed to be from a black and white old fashioned movie. As the man stepped out, he flinched, and kept the lower half of his face covered when he slammed the door. Eyes narrowed behind his glasses as he stared at the man with the blood red eyes. Something was definitely off here. The color was missing... the air felt a bit chilly-- not that it wasn't normally chilly, but wrong sort of chilly. Fabian cleared his throat, and backed off into the middle of the road from the man. Wasn't the smartest idea... but then again, who was gonna come and run him over in a car, when there was a malicious red eyed man by the bar? He could be a pedophile! No one would WILLINGLY walk to a pedophile.
Demarco. The man kept breathing hard, looking at Fabian, as a tear... a red, blood colored tear fell from his left eye and fell onto his shirt. The spot spread like acid, eating at his shirt, and in a second or two, he was without a shirt. Another tear fell from his right eyes and landed on the man's chest. Suddenly, blue-ish veins appeared at the spot the blood had landed, and that effect spread across his entire body, before the man seized and all the muscles in his body visibly tightened. He began to grow! He grew to twice his size, his pants ripping off leaving the man completely naked. His mouth dried up and closed, black leather straps popping from his bottom lip and tying the man's mouth closed. When the man opened his eyes, the eyeballs were gone, replaced by a black pit, and teeth grew from the openings, sharp as razors. From his finger tips, chainsaws grew, yes, chainsaws. They were already bloody with his own life liquid. They started up, and the man focused his eyes on Fabian once more.
Fabian Hughes watched the man with wary eyes for a moment as a blood red tear fell onto his shirt and ate it away. Fabian instantly frowned at the shirtless man, and his eyebrow twitched in irritation. Why is it that every weirdo I meet ends up shirtless one way or another? Fabian's brows furrowed a bit in irritation at the man in his way, all he wanted to do was see if there was a boy with blue hair in there, if not, he'd leave and go on to the next shop that was open at this time. But noooo he wouldn't let him pass. Then his pants were gone. "OH COME ON! Are you frickin' serious?! Since when is it legal to walk around nude?" Fabian turned his head, and avoided to look at the nude man. He was just gonna wait for him to move along so he could go about his search and then return to the Academy for a nice hot cup of tea. Fabian folded his arms and waited to hear footsteps of the man leaving.. But instead he heard chainsaws. Eyes widened, and he turned to the imposing, tall figure, with blue veins, bloody hands, chainsaws for fingers, and no eyes. Jaw dropped, and quivered as he started to shake in his boots a bit. "Huh.. bar's closed, kay, I understand. I'll come back another time. Whatever it is I was after can wait." Yael had disappeared a few days ago, so one more night wouldn't kill him... Fabian's fear was obvious by his sliiiiiightly squeaky voice. With a turn on his heel, he bolted. "Gotta get back, gotta get back, gotta get back!"
Demarco smiled ever so gently from where he stood. The creature disappeared and reappeared in front of Fabian, it's eyes (mouths) opened wide a deafeningly loud high pitched screech sounded, bounding off the walls and being so loud it seemed possible to deafen people, even though it would only leave ears ringing. Hands swiped at the boy, though they wouldn't hit him. It seemed having no eyes had it's disadvantages. "Fabian~" Demarco's shill voice laughed, coming from all around him. How useful it was to attack the telepathic headmaster. "Why do you want to go so soon? We're just starting the fun~" two voices that sounded exactly the same came from the monster's mouths for eyesockets. The blood from the chainsaw dripped off onto the ground, staining it stale maroon.
Fabian Hughes skid to a stop in the snow and turned around, nearly falling over as he made his way to the other side of the road, and stood there, back to the bar eyes on the monster. Fabian jumped when his voice was called from all around him. "Bastard, this isn't funny! Using your powers like this! It's madness! What did I ever do to you?!" There was absolutely no way that voice couldn't be human, no scientific possible way. Then again, there was no scientific was that these illusions just happened.. Fabian wasn't insane, so it had to be an illusion of some sort. Brows furrowed, despite his fearful shaking. "Your illusions are horrible and wicked, just like yourself. You use them in your place, because you're too damn weak to take care of business with your victims face to face. Well then, come out and fight me you coward!" Fabian took off his white gloves, and cracked his fingers, eyes on the horribly terrifying beast.
Demarco laughed, his shrill laugh bouncing off the walls of this darkened corridor like death. The monster swiped his hand through the air, and Fabian's glasses were knocked right off his face. They broke midair, seemingly destroyed by the monster's ripping fingers. Demarco, invisible, stepped behind Fabian and shoved him forward, but if Fabian looked behind him, he'd only see pitch darkness. By now, the buildings had disappeared, and they were in a world completely separate of this universe. With Fabian's vision altered, Demarco continued to push the boy around, the illusion of a thousand dirty, broken hands pushing at the boy helping him along. That's it! Demarco knew what he was to do... He remembered.
Fabian Hughes flexed his fingers after he shoved his gloves in his pockets. He was about to put up a forcefield, but Fabian was expected the man who was manipulating the abomination to show himself, but no.. he hadn't, instead his monster knocked off Fabian's glasses right off his face. The soft sound of glass shattering made him realize... Oh shit, he was in trouble. Eyes squinted, and he felt blind, only seeing about a foot and a half in front of his face. "That's cheating!" He couldn't see a thing! The monster was a big blur. Fabian considered flying away-- but if he misjudged his height the monster would rip right through him! Then, he fell into the snow with the held of someone giving a good push. He sat up, and swung his arm blindly behind him, eyes closed... if he kept them open too long, he could give himself a headache. A headache could very well be the difference between using his powers and not. Fabian stood up, and was almost knocked over again and again when the person kept pushing so he kept throwing his fists behind him. "Stop PUSHING me! Augh! You no good, cheating coward! Once I get my hands on you..." He swung again, and dug his heels into the snow, refusing to go any further. Forward was where the monster was, he wanted to keep as much distance between him and the abomination as possible. Instinctively, between the rapid rhythm of the person shoving him, he put up a blue tinted wall up, and then curved it into a half dome in front of him. If successful the wall would bend and turn into a perfect, round sphere pushing Demarco away from him.
Demarco decided to stop, and he backed away, the illusion of the hands disappearing into the darkness. The roaring monster swiped his hand across the air again, and it went through the forcefield and hit Fabian, and when it did, Fabian would feel the pain that his blood blasts causing, a bit of his skin ripping over as his pores had expanded and exploded, and blood seeped from the "cut". The energy couldn't be stopped by a solid force. Hopefully, that would be enough to drop the forcefield and give Demarco the chance to take what was... rightfully his.
Fabian Hughes kept his eyes closed, bring his arms to form an X over his face as he stayed absolutely rooted to his spot. Fabian considered himself safe as long as he kept up his forcefield. Then, he was hit by an unbearable, mind engulfing, overwhelming pain from his arms. The monster had hit them, and now from the elbow down, blood poured. Fabian cried out in agony, and fell to his knees, gripping his arms tightly with shaking hands, the wall collapsing with him. This is not how it was supposed to happen! I got myself into this mess, and now I'm gonna pay for it with my life. Fabian could imagine that his arms had been cut so badly he'd bleed to death. He opened his eyes to see how bad the damage was, but his eyesight was so blurry, and the sight of blood made him a bit sick. Horror movies never were his strong suit. Fabian slumped, head spinning.
Demarco smiled when the wall dropped. He bent down and inhaled as the boy screamed, which would elongate the scream into a gaspy breath. Rainbow colored smoke poured from Fabian's mouth into Demarco's, and the illusion seemed to escalate into a busy, screaming, torturing vision for just a few moments as the power surged through Demarco. It would leave Fabian weak and breathless for a moment. Demarco quickly slipped into his home, and the street suddenly returned to normal, the monster and the rest of the illusion exploding into puffs of smoke which quickly dispersed.
Fabian Hughes's arms still bled, throbbing painfully with each one of his heartbeats. It was like bleeding from a gunshot wound through his skin.. it wasn't just horrible, but painful. After whatever energy Fabian through he had after the attack, was taken by the silhoutte of the man who attacked him from behind half closed eyes, and blurry vision. Fabian wouldn't forget that silhouette, he wouldn't forget the attack, he still had a score to settle. Still shaking like a leaf, he gripped his bleeding arms, sleeves of his coat already getting rather uncomfortably sticky and warm with blood. "I'll... get you." He muttered, barely a whisper, before his eyes rolled back, and he passed out. Not only was it the fact he was drained of all life energy that made him feel so weak, but also the pain of his injuries, and the shock of living a nightmare. Told you horror wasn't his strong suit.
Rita Lansbury had come back to the street where the attacks had been going on, looking to the cafe, and the other stores, then to the school, trying to think of anything to connect the school with the gang related incidents. She was dressed in her casual gear, a blue teeshirt, and blue bellbottom jeans as green eyes scanned the street, searching...searching, until she caught sight of the injured boy in the snow. She rushed over to the kid, kneeling down beside, him, putting two fingers to his neck, checking his pulse. The other hand doce for the sleek, smartphone that was in her pocket, dialing the numbers '9-9-9'. When she got the emergency people she would say, "Hello, Rita Lansbury here on, Union Street, near the school. There's a boy, he's bleeding...."
Demarco smiled as he turned his head to hear the very obvious sound of a boy outside Demarco's modest home. Immediately, smoke flowed from his mouth as he opened it in a full toothy grin, seeping from the gaps in his yellowed teeth. He stood up, pushing gently against his recliner's arms. The smoke built around him as he silently slid the same window he had used in the last two attacks open. Black smoke became transparent and slowly creeped out into the street, landing upon the concrete and staining it dark, which spread across all the sidewalk and road almost immediately, creeping up the lampposts and trees to darken them too, as he took hold of the street. The darkest corners became pitch black, and the lightest became grayed and boring. Color faded away, saturating into the darkness. The bar door opened as Fabian approached it, and a man walked out, slamming the door behind him, the sound echoing much louder than any normal sound should. He stopped, and held his hands against the frame of the door, staring at Fabian with blood red eyes. He held no color other than his eyes. He was little for a man, but very obviously a man. His chest rose and fell quickly as he stood in that defensive position.
Fabian Hughes's white gloved hand was pulled out of his pocket as he was about to open the door before a little man stepped out. Fabian hadn't realized until then that everything seemed to be from a black and white old fashioned movie. As the man stepped out, he flinched, and kept the lower half of his face covered when he slammed the door. Eyes narrowed behind his glasses as he stared at the man with the blood red eyes. Something was definitely off here. The color was missing... the air felt a bit chilly-- not that it wasn't normally chilly, but wrong sort of chilly. Fabian cleared his throat, and backed off into the middle of the road from the man. Wasn't the smartest idea... but then again, who was gonna come and run him over in a car, when there was a malicious red eyed man by the bar? He could be a pedophile! No one would WILLINGLY walk to a pedophile.
Demarco. The man kept breathing hard, looking at Fabian, as a tear... a red, blood colored tear fell from his left eye and fell onto his shirt. The spot spread like acid, eating at his shirt, and in a second or two, he was without a shirt. Another tear fell from his right eyes and landed on the man's chest. Suddenly, blue-ish veins appeared at the spot the blood had landed, and that effect spread across his entire body, before the man seized and all the muscles in his body visibly tightened. He began to grow! He grew to twice his size, his pants ripping off leaving the man completely naked. His mouth dried up and closed, black leather straps popping from his bottom lip and tying the man's mouth closed. When the man opened his eyes, the eyeballs were gone, replaced by a black pit, and teeth grew from the openings, sharp as razors. From his finger tips, chainsaws grew, yes, chainsaws. They were already bloody with his own life liquid. They started up, and the man focused his eyes on Fabian once more.
Fabian Hughes watched the man with wary eyes for a moment as a blood red tear fell onto his shirt and ate it away. Fabian instantly frowned at the shirtless man, and his eyebrow twitched in irritation. Why is it that every weirdo I meet ends up shirtless one way or another? Fabian's brows furrowed a bit in irritation at the man in his way, all he wanted to do was see if there was a boy with blue hair in there, if not, he'd leave and go on to the next shop that was open at this time. But noooo he wouldn't let him pass. Then his pants were gone. "OH COME ON! Are you frickin' serious?! Since when is it legal to walk around nude?" Fabian turned his head, and avoided to look at the nude man. He was just gonna wait for him to move along so he could go about his search and then return to the Academy for a nice hot cup of tea. Fabian folded his arms and waited to hear footsteps of the man leaving.. But instead he heard chainsaws. Eyes widened, and he turned to the imposing, tall figure, with blue veins, bloody hands, chainsaws for fingers, and no eyes. Jaw dropped, and quivered as he started to shake in his boots a bit. "Huh.. bar's closed, kay, I understand. I'll come back another time. Whatever it is I was after can wait." Yael had disappeared a few days ago, so one more night wouldn't kill him... Fabian's fear was obvious by his sliiiiiightly squeaky voice. With a turn on his heel, he bolted. "Gotta get back, gotta get back, gotta get back!"
Demarco smiled ever so gently from where he stood. The creature disappeared and reappeared in front of Fabian, it's eyes (mouths) opened wide a deafeningly loud high pitched screech sounded, bounding off the walls and being so loud it seemed possible to deafen people, even though it would only leave ears ringing. Hands swiped at the boy, though they wouldn't hit him. It seemed having no eyes had it's disadvantages. "Fabian~" Demarco's shill voice laughed, coming from all around him. How useful it was to attack the telepathic headmaster. "Why do you want to go so soon? We're just starting the fun~" two voices that sounded exactly the same came from the monster's mouths for eyesockets. The blood from the chainsaw dripped off onto the ground, staining it stale maroon.
Fabian Hughes skid to a stop in the snow and turned around, nearly falling over as he made his way to the other side of the road, and stood there, back to the bar eyes on the monster. Fabian jumped when his voice was called from all around him. "Bastard, this isn't funny! Using your powers like this! It's madness! What did I ever do to you?!" There was absolutely no way that voice couldn't be human, no scientific possible way. Then again, there was no scientific was that these illusions just happened.. Fabian wasn't insane, so it had to be an illusion of some sort. Brows furrowed, despite his fearful shaking. "Your illusions are horrible and wicked, just like yourself. You use them in your place, because you're too damn weak to take care of business with your victims face to face. Well then, come out and fight me you coward!" Fabian took off his white gloves, and cracked his fingers, eyes on the horribly terrifying beast.
Demarco laughed, his shrill laugh bouncing off the walls of this darkened corridor like death. The monster swiped his hand through the air, and Fabian's glasses were knocked right off his face. They broke midair, seemingly destroyed by the monster's ripping fingers. Demarco, invisible, stepped behind Fabian and shoved him forward, but if Fabian looked behind him, he'd only see pitch darkness. By now, the buildings had disappeared, and they were in a world completely separate of this universe. With Fabian's vision altered, Demarco continued to push the boy around, the illusion of a thousand dirty, broken hands pushing at the boy helping him along. That's it! Demarco knew what he was to do... He remembered.
Fabian Hughes flexed his fingers after he shoved his gloves in his pockets. He was about to put up a forcefield, but Fabian was expected the man who was manipulating the abomination to show himself, but no.. he hadn't, instead his monster knocked off Fabian's glasses right off his face. The soft sound of glass shattering made him realize... Oh shit, he was in trouble. Eyes squinted, and he felt blind, only seeing about a foot and a half in front of his face. "That's cheating!" He couldn't see a thing! The monster was a big blur. Fabian considered flying away-- but if he misjudged his height the monster would rip right through him! Then, he fell into the snow with the held of someone giving a good push. He sat up, and swung his arm blindly behind him, eyes closed... if he kept them open too long, he could give himself a headache. A headache could very well be the difference between using his powers and not. Fabian stood up, and was almost knocked over again and again when the person kept pushing so he kept throwing his fists behind him. "Stop PUSHING me! Augh! You no good, cheating coward! Once I get my hands on you..." He swung again, and dug his heels into the snow, refusing to go any further. Forward was where the monster was, he wanted to keep as much distance between him and the abomination as possible. Instinctively, between the rapid rhythm of the person shoving him, he put up a blue tinted wall up, and then curved it into a half dome in front of him. If successful the wall would bend and turn into a perfect, round sphere pushing Demarco away from him.
Demarco decided to stop, and he backed away, the illusion of the hands disappearing into the darkness. The roaring monster swiped his hand across the air again, and it went through the forcefield and hit Fabian, and when it did, Fabian would feel the pain that his blood blasts causing, a bit of his skin ripping over as his pores had expanded and exploded, and blood seeped from the "cut". The energy couldn't be stopped by a solid force. Hopefully, that would be enough to drop the forcefield and give Demarco the chance to take what was... rightfully his.
Fabian Hughes kept his eyes closed, bring his arms to form an X over his face as he stayed absolutely rooted to his spot. Fabian considered himself safe as long as he kept up his forcefield. Then, he was hit by an unbearable, mind engulfing, overwhelming pain from his arms. The monster had hit them, and now from the elbow down, blood poured. Fabian cried out in agony, and fell to his knees, gripping his arms tightly with shaking hands, the wall collapsing with him. This is not how it was supposed to happen! I got myself into this mess, and now I'm gonna pay for it with my life. Fabian could imagine that his arms had been cut so badly he'd bleed to death. He opened his eyes to see how bad the damage was, but his eyesight was so blurry, and the sight of blood made him a bit sick. Horror movies never were his strong suit. Fabian slumped, head spinning.
Demarco smiled when the wall dropped. He bent down and inhaled as the boy screamed, which would elongate the scream into a gaspy breath. Rainbow colored smoke poured from Fabian's mouth into Demarco's, and the illusion seemed to escalate into a busy, screaming, torturing vision for just a few moments as the power surged through Demarco. It would leave Fabian weak and breathless for a moment. Demarco quickly slipped into his home, and the street suddenly returned to normal, the monster and the rest of the illusion exploding into puffs of smoke which quickly dispersed.
Fabian Hughes's arms still bled, throbbing painfully with each one of his heartbeats. It was like bleeding from a gunshot wound through his skin.. it wasn't just horrible, but painful. After whatever energy Fabian through he had after the attack, was taken by the silhoutte of the man who attacked him from behind half closed eyes, and blurry vision. Fabian wouldn't forget that silhouette, he wouldn't forget the attack, he still had a score to settle. Still shaking like a leaf, he gripped his bleeding arms, sleeves of his coat already getting rather uncomfortably sticky and warm with blood. "I'll... get you." He muttered, barely a whisper, before his eyes rolled back, and he passed out. Not only was it the fact he was drained of all life energy that made him feel so weak, but also the pain of his injuries, and the shock of living a nightmare. Told you horror wasn't his strong suit.
Rita Lansbury had come back to the street where the attacks had been going on, looking to the cafe, and the other stores, then to the school, trying to think of anything to connect the school with the gang related incidents. She was dressed in her casual gear, a blue teeshirt, and blue bellbottom jeans as green eyes scanned the street, searching...searching, until she caught sight of the injured boy in the snow. She rushed over to the kid, kneeling down beside, him, putting two fingers to his neck, checking his pulse. The other hand doce for the sleek, smartphone that was in her pocket, dialing the numbers '9-9-9'. When she got the emergency people she would say, "Hello, Rita Lansbury here on, Union Street, near the school. There's a boy, he's bleeding...."