Darkness.  Pitch black except for a single, solidary light that lit  a cold metal slab of an operating table.  The  table served as the only piece of worth while furniture in the room, save for a rolling stool that was currently occupied. ".... There was always something about dolls that fascinated me, ever since I was a boy. Was it the fact that they were so pretty? Or maybe the fact that they were off limits... unlike the cheap imitation the plastic dolls gave, the porcelain ones looked more fragile, more.. life like. Tell me, Evelyn, what do you think?" Came a contemplative low tone from the one occupying the stool.<br/><br/>The only reply in turn was a faint muffled scream from a pale female who was lying on the table. There were no visible restraints holding her down and yet, she seemed far from willing. "Ah, you're right. Silly me, If I wanted to you talk properly, I probably shouldn't have sewn your mouth shut, now should I?" Leaning in a male with short raven hair could be seen clearly in the spotlight that hung over his operating table as he tapped lightly at his latest victim's carefully sewn lips. Another muffled scream, as well as something else.. tears. Grabbing the brunette, Illestrade threw the other over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes before carrying her over to a mirror where he placed her down to allow her a glimpse of herself after the surgery she'd undergone. "A solid form that doesn't change easily and yet can still be warm to the touch...." Trailing off, the elder moved a hand clad in leather to grab the female's jawline, glancing over the job himself. "...However, I'd compare your body more to that of plastic. It's fake, flexible.. and unattractive." With a tsk, the male withdrew his hand on her chin as well as the one he'd had securely around her waist for support. As soon as he let go, she rag dolled to the floor.<br/><br/>"What a pity. I thought I could make you look more attractive, but there's things that even I can't fix. How unfortunate." A pair of blue eyes looked up fearfully, but that seemed all the other's body was capable of anymore. "It's a shame... and here I thought you had so much potential to be the perfect Evelyn.. but, it looks like it's another failure. I'll just have to try again. Until then, they'll just have to wait in anticipation for the perfect doll. I'm sure you won't mind, will you? After all, you won't have to suffer anymore."<br/><br/>--------------<br/><br/>The faint howling of wind could be heard in a declaration of cold that few dared to challenge this time of night. For a city that never slept, it was almost always quiet around this part of town.. no one bothered with it. Even if all the inhabitants were wide awake, no one dared to make a sound.. they knew better. Paired with the howling of wind was the crumpling of a black garbage bag, zip tied shut and secured- it's contents chopped into a more free moving variety though the bag seemed quite heavy. With the bag secured, a short drive was next to the bag's new home: the woods. There was a log cabin somewhere in the confines, yet it seemed difficult to get to at times. Turning off his car, the raven clad in black busied himself with dragging his load through a pile of leaves and firs but soon froze. Though he himself was making quite the noise, he wasn't the only one out here. Voices along with lights could be heard and seen just a short distance away from another entrance to the woods. Dropping the bag with a curse, Illestrade had thanked whatever higher power that he'd killed his car lights earlier, or else the outcome might have been a lot different. Staying as still as possible, the elder allowed the two male voices carry on a while west before even thinking about moving. As quietly as humanly possible, the raven slinked after the two until he was able to get a good view of one of their uniforms: cops. Great.. of course two cops would be around here, at three in the morning.  One male was tall and broad- a men among men to be sure, compared to his partner.. the sight seemed a bit comical. The smaller was slender, at least a head shorter.... As the smaller turned, the killer's heart almost stopped as he witnessed the male give out a sheepish laugh followed by a smile. This was it. The is what he'd be seeking.. what he yearned for: a smile, just like that. He had to have.. all to himself, and his alone. Leaning in intently, the raven dug his hand into a tree while staring at the duo. No, stop that. Get away from him. Tsk.. why was this stupid bulky guy here in the first place? If only that beauty were by himself....  There was no way the raven would be able to reach out to him tonight, but that guy.. he seemed.. familiar... Where had he'd seen him before? Hmmmmm......<br/><br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="358" data-username="@BlackRoses" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/358/">@BlackRoses</a>