<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://gunsofold.com/marshal_badge_silver_balltip.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 4th, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gomorra<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Elisabeth, Open (Anyone within hearing distance, which will be most of northern Gomorra)<br/><hr/><br/>“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUGH – “<br/><br/>The scream of a man dying was a terrible thing.  The scream of a terrified man dying in agony was even worse – it tore from the throat and carried over the city, high and anguished and terrible, only to be cut off a moment later.  There was the wet sound of tearing flesh, of meat ripping and bone cracking.<br/><br/>“OH GOD, NO PLEA – “ yelled a second voice, before it began to scream as well.  There was a crack of bone, another moist tear, and a second scream went up as well.<br/><br/>“ OH MY GAAUUUUUUGHH – “<br/><br/>Then the second voice cut off as well.   For a long moment, the night in Gomorra was still and quiet, as ears strained for some clue as to the source of the noise.  Some clue as to the horror in their midst  - and then shouts began to go up all along Ballot Boulevard, as voices began to cry out.<br/><br/>“What in perdition was that – “<br/>“ - Someone call the sheriff!”<br/>“ – think there’s been a murder – “<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Elisabeth’s eyes opened, the horrible nightmare finally beginning to resolve into reality.<br/><br/>Or… perhaps it didn’t.  The nightmare was changing, perhaps, as she realized she lay in the ground, a hand a few inches from her face.  It led down to a bloody chucnk of flesh where a wrist should have been, and beyond it was the left half of a ribcage, organs spilling across the ground.  It lacked important attachments – like a head, or arms, or legs, and it was not the only chunk of human meat in the area.  Elisabeth was surrounded, the paving stones and walls around her were wet with blood.<br/><br/>So was she.  Her nightgown had been torn open and stained with it, and there were long, animal claw marks down the side of her body.  They ached and burned, and bruises covered her back, her arms, her face.<br/><br/>They werren’t the worst of the pain, though.  Something had been [inside[/i] her – something large, and rough, crueler than Theodore had ever been, and the sexual pleasure of her nightmares was replaced with a throbbing, unpleasant pain from where she had been violated.  Her nightwear was in tatters and bloodsoaked, and she could barely recognize the area around her.<br/><br/>Part of a face, removed from the skuill it was once attached to – stared sightlessly up at her.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC NOTE</div><div class="spoiler_body">Please post ONLY an initial reaction - do not arrive at the scene.  I will determine a posting order on the basis of distance from scene, haste, etc.  If your character is NOT moving towards the sounds of horrifying screams, please post a reaction and put EXIT THREAD after.</div></div>