pushing boundaries }} Aren x Dem }} rave
May 23, 2014 1:46:26 GMT -5
Post by k!ah on May 23, 2014 1:46:26 GMT -5
DEMITRI
In my, uh, occupation I come across many rumours and sects that most people in the district would never hear about. I hear things that I don't war to hear, things that are petty and insignificant and things that spark my interest, making me want to dig deeper, to find out more about. I guess that was what I was doing now. I was meat to be doing one of my assignments, the one that involves an old man who enjoyed watching children and taking their photos. He has kidnapped a few too, taking them away from their mothers and into his home where he keeps them locked in his basement. I had told the leader that I wouldn't be able to complete this task as I had something else to do. If anyone else had of spoken to the leader this way he would have slit their throat right then and there, but because it was me he gave me a frustrated nod and shooed me off, passing the task to Phan.
Phan hadn’t been pleased with the kind gesture o my behalf, but there was no way he was going to turn it down, even though I was almost sure he would be drunk of his face when he carried the mission out. Ha, not my problem now, I shrug, with a smile that dread like wild fire across my face. generally someone in my occupation would be seen stoney faced, or have that crazy glint in the back of their eyes. But not me. I took pride in my work, it didn't effect my like it effected others. To others it was serious but for me it was art. Everything I did I did with the touch of a well thought out artist feel. I never left if I wasn't pleased with my work, never. I wonder what Phan would be going wit the old man. I knew that I would pull his legs over his head, almost in a pretzel, then I would sew his mouth together and maybe sew some buttons on for eyes before slitting his wrinkly throat and watch the blood flow from my masterpiece.
Buuuut, this was not what I should be thinking about. I should be concentrating on my own personal mission that I had planned today. As I said earlier I heard things around the district that strike an interest in me and today I was trying to satisfy my curiosity. Today I was going to find out more about the Blackmore’s. I had heard so much about them, so much juicy gossip that I could no loner stay away. The majority of the District know them to be a prestige family who where post, polite and a little bit odd. How little did they know. If the source of my knowledge it right, these people are total polar opposites of what they make themselves out to be. It was very fascinating.
I had heard that they had sick hobbies, hobbies that would make the people around them fear them. I had heard that there was a cannibal, someone with vampiric tendencies and others who loved to torture people in sick ways. They almost seemed like my type of people. Almost. I liked to think of myself as an Artist- what did they think of themselves? I knew that I would never drink the blood of my victim, or eat their flesh- that was just crossing a line that I would never even consider. Nut there was also another factor that I wanted to consider. Why did they do it? Why did they kill people? There was only one answer that I would accept, if I was told otherwise I knew that I would have to kill them. I knew it. I would report them to my leader and soon people like me would be sent after them to end their life.
Because, because our motives may be very different. You se I didn't kill people for fun- yes I had fun doing it because, who wouldn’t? I was doing something I was passionate about- but, heres the but, the people I kill are people who break the law, people who are putting my District, my home, in danger. I didn't kill innocent people. I only killed the guilty. No one else.
I come to a halt and I am outside an extravagant house with tall iron fences and huge stone walls. It looked like something from a fairy tale, a castle that would be home to a damsel in distress. I tilt my head to the side slightly as I study the sturdy walls, the tall fence and the lack of garden. My whole life I had been taught to move with the shadows, to become one with the elements around me, so by studying my area I would gain all the knowledge I needed to infiltrate without being spotted- but was that what I wanted? I wanted to know more about the family, about the inhabitants and there was only one way I could get what I wanted. I needed to talk with one of them.
Hastily, I climb over the tall fence. To most people this task might have seemed daunting and difficult, but for me it was a piece of came as I have been taught to climb things like this from the age of six. I drop down to the other side and png gracefully in a cat like crouch, my eyes searching the empty yard. here was only a couple trees in the yard and I wander over to one and climb it easily. Usually I wouldn't hide in such a childish spot, but today I do. I wanted to be spotted after all. I wasn't scared of these people, I dealt with people like this everyday- there was nothing to fear here. I smile and let out a low whistle in the hopes that someone with sharp ears might hear it and bee interested to find out where it was coming from.