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caughtinanetwork2012-09-12 09:23 am
not_heavens_adam) wrote in caughtinanetwork2012-09-12 09:23 am
[Video/Action] First Tower Murder
[Every single night, Johnny would patrol the bubble and, specifically, check on his friends to make sure they were all safe. Sometimes he wouldn't go by the people he knew could take care of themselves if he were pressed for time, but there was one house he always checked on.
Last night, when Jacob's Cabin was dark, he didn't think much of it. There was nothing that seemed amiss and the man often wandered around, it seemed, so Johnny didn't even think twice about it.
It was the scent of blood that drew Johnny from his walk to his tavern. It was faint, at first, but as he walked it grew stronger...and more familiar. By the time he got to the opening of the alleyway, the vampire was a blur on the street. However, he stopped cold when he got to the body. His knees gave out beside the man and trembling hands reached out to touch the wounds, not caring about the blood that would get on him.
How? How had this happened? When? Who? Last night when Johnny thought everything was right with the world and didn't question Jacob's absence? There was nothing. The blood was stale, that gentle heart long since stilled, and the only scent in the alleyway was bleach...even that scent he'd come to love and associate with his father-figure had left the cold body.
Cold flooded him even as hot tears prickled his eyes and ran down his cheeks. The vampire took the man into his arms, not noticing the black-bordered card that slipped from the folds of the sheet Jacob's mutilated corpse was wrapped in.
Quietly, he reached for his SFC and turned it on, not bothering to hide his tears even as he let the venom and steel coat his voice.
When the video turned on, Johnny's murderous glare and Jacob's peaceful face could be seen. Just at the edge, the jagged and bloodied flesh of a slit throat was the only indication the peace was not caused by sleep.]
To those it may concern:
The man known as Jacob is dead.
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To whoever did this....?
Step forward now and I'll attempt to not rip your throat out with my teeth before you've had a chance to explain why you would end this man's life.
And then, afterwards, I will make it quick.
[His golden eyes flash dangerously.]
If you don't step forward within the hour, I will find you, and the one thing I can promise is that your death will be agonizing and slow.
[More tears escape his eyes as his rage begins to give way to grief and he cuts off the video.
The make-shift wall he'd built from rage and pain broke and grief flooded him, causing him to soak the once warm and supportive shoulder he would lean against. Brokenly, the vampire sobbed and cried out, the pain in his heart too much.
He knew, he knew this wasn't permanent. Jacob would be back....but that didn't matter. It didn't change the fact Johnny had failed the one person who mattered more than anything ever. He had failed his one Saving Grace.]
Last night, when Jacob's Cabin was dark, he didn't think much of it. There was nothing that seemed amiss and the man often wandered around, it seemed, so Johnny didn't even think twice about it.
It was the scent of blood that drew Johnny from his walk to his tavern. It was faint, at first, but as he walked it grew stronger...and more familiar. By the time he got to the opening of the alleyway, the vampire was a blur on the street. However, he stopped cold when he got to the body. His knees gave out beside the man and trembling hands reached out to touch the wounds, not caring about the blood that would get on him.
How? How had this happened? When? Who? Last night when Johnny thought everything was right with the world and didn't question Jacob's absence? There was nothing. The blood was stale, that gentle heart long since stilled, and the only scent in the alleyway was bleach...even that scent he'd come to love and associate with his father-figure had left the cold body.
Cold flooded him even as hot tears prickled his eyes and ran down his cheeks. The vampire took the man into his arms, not noticing the black-bordered card that slipped from the folds of the sheet Jacob's mutilated corpse was wrapped in.
Quietly, he reached for his SFC and turned it on, not bothering to hide his tears even as he let the venom and steel coat his voice.
When the video turned on, Johnny's murderous glare and Jacob's peaceful face could be seen. Just at the edge, the jagged and bloodied flesh of a slit throat was the only indication the peace was not caused by sleep.]
To those it may concern:
The man known as Jacob is dead.
[...]
To whoever did this....?
Step forward now and I'll attempt to not rip your throat out with my teeth before you've had a chance to explain why you would end this man's life.
And then, afterwards, I will make it quick.
[His golden eyes flash dangerously.]
If you don't step forward within the hour, I will find you, and the one thing I can promise is that your death will be agonizing and slow.
[More tears escape his eyes as his rage begins to give way to grief and he cuts off the video.
The make-shift wall he'd built from rage and pain broke and grief flooded him, causing him to soak the once warm and supportive shoulder he would lean against. Brokenly, the vampire sobbed and cried out, the pain in his heart too much.
He knew, he knew this wasn't permanent. Jacob would be back....but that didn't matter. It didn't change the fact Johnny had failed the one person who mattered more than anything ever. He had failed his one Saving Grace.]
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[He pauses and his voice is quieter when he speaks up agan.]
...I didn't protect him.
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He doesn't even keep weapons, as far as I know.
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But I don't even know who it is? What if he comes back for Jacob? I failed to protect him once..
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But...what else am I supposed to do? Walk away and pretend nothing happened?
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...normally, I would just ask Jacob..
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And, even if he still felt terrible, he had to admit, he felt a little better just from talking with her.]
Thanks, Rinoa...
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[If not her, she hopes at least someone is coming. She really does not think it's a good idea for him to be alone right now.]
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[He tries to smile. For her.]
I'll be all right.
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[He's always alright, Rinoa. Don't make him break down over a public feed....again.]
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Guess that's all anyone can expect. Hang in there, okay?