Dark Mind ((Invite Only))
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				Title: <strong>Dark Mind ((Invite Only))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>27-03-2012, 10:38:54</strong>
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				((Closed for: DomShark, LimitlessNikkie, &amp; MarrissaSeraphofInsanity. Readers Welcome!))<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://lh4.ggpht.com/-fwOVfhM3if0/SZms8phAxvI/AAAAAAAAA54/Ta9gmjQ_7ts/DominikGigler_04lrg.jpg)</div>"Please! Let me out of here! I'll do anything you want, just don't hurt me any more!" The young, nubile blond screamed from inside the small, wrought iron cage. "Let me out of her you fucking psycho!"<br><br>Dante suddenly went rigid, his muscles growing tense and the veins in his neck standing out as he grit his teeth together. He hated that word, always had, yet it had followed him like a bad omen, or a curse. He didn't want to be what they'd always said he was, but he couldn't help it. Not anymore at least. He couldn't go back to small animals and plastic dolls, not with so many lovely meat toys at his ready disposal. Maybe it was him that was fighting in vain all along, maybe it was inevitable and all those others, his father, the children, this woman had seen The Darkness in him all along. Even before he knew it was there, before It learned that It could take him over when it wanted.<br><br>Charging abruptly at the cage, grabbing the girl's long blond hair as he crashed against her cage. His sudden movement riled the animals, the tiger and the elephant. The tiger woke the lion and soon even the horses joined in the chorus of wild protest to their prolonged capture and slow subsequent starvation.<br><br><strong><em>"Shut up!"</em></strong> Dante rasped, his voice harsh and devoid of any feeling besides rage. It was unlike his normal voice, but often it was the only voice that girls like this one heard, though it was unclear wether he was shouting at her or the animals. <strong><em>"Soon, your suffering will be at an end. But not until I've had my fun, pretty kitty. Show the lion how the lamb will shudder."</em></strong><br><br>While The Darkness threatened their mutual captive, It also lured Dante's tongue from his mouth to glide slowly up the girl's tear streaked face, tasting the salt and the dirt from her own captivity. The train car had once been part of a traveling circus, but when unmaintained tracks derailed the various cars, years ago, the owners had abandoned the entire enterprise along with the animals who'd survived the crash.<br><br>The tracks no longer ran through this area, but the cars had been Dante's personal playground since he was a child. The animals kept alive by his secretive efforts. No one remembered the crash, so long ago. Few even recalled the old rails that could no longer support trains. It was an ideal place for one such as Dante to toy with his victims before he made them disappear into the stomachs of his only friends.<br><br><strong><em>"Do not be too hasty, pretty kitty. You'll meet your end soon enough."</em></strong><br><br>Another scream rose up from the girl as Dante hastily swung open her cage door and dragged her out, kicking and screaming. He had to slap her a few times before she calmed enough that he could penetrate her, but he didn't mind the red that crept into her face. She reminded him of a blushing bride. Blushing, screaming, fighting and soon to be dead. If Dante had a "type", that would be it.<br><hr>The bitch was still sobbing, long after Dante locked her back into her cage. He filled her bowl with cold, canned beans and refilled one bucket before emptying the other. Humans made such needy pets. Though she made no effort to go for the food, Dante didn't give it much thought. She'd be dead before she had a chance to starve either way, so he didn't give it much thought.<br><br>With The Darkness sated and resting, Dante was left alone with the truth of what he'd done, and he couldn't look the girl in her eyes. He felt sick with himself and resentful of her for inspiring such a powerful response from his inner evil. It was time for her to die. Dante wasn't a rapist, it wasn't his fault! But she'd never understand that. So she had to die.<br><br>Dante put the finishing touches on the crude mechanism he'd designed, lifting one crooked cage door to allow the large male lion into the main cage. The Girl's cage was linked to the main cage too, and the lion was already making his way to the door that led into her smaller cage. She was screaming again, which made Dante's head feel like it was splitting open, and the lion was taking exception to her screams as well, roaring a challenge back at her.<br><br>A loud click rose over both sounds, Dante flipping open his survival knife that never left his side. He stabbed the short blade into a burlap sack that dangled from the door of the overturned rail car by a rope. Sand began to pour from the sack into a large basket, hinged to the Girl's door. As the basket filled up, the door would open. All tolled, it ought to take about three days, but the lion seemed quite motivated, so it might be less.<br><br>Dante cast one last look over his shoulder before climbing the ladder out of the overgrown, abandoned rail car. This was how he wanted to remember her. Blushing, screaming, fighting and soon to die. If only they could all be like her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Mind ((Invite Only))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>31-03-2012, 08:06:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www3.pictures.gi.zimbio.com/Milan+Fashion+Week+Gianni+Versace+3XyuGGbj2i7l.jpg)</div>Water cascaded down Ashton's back as she tried to relax, to wake up after nearly 45 hours awake. She couldn't sleep, not yet she was so close. She could feel it in her blood, the gentle humming that told her she was a hairs breath from getting a break. She'd flown into the quiet small town with a team to work on a string of missing persons that looked like the effect of a murder at work. She wasn't leading the team but if anyone asked she was the one the locals turned to. It was always like that. It was because she was relentless. She didn't stop until the job was done and the criminal in custody. There were only two unsolved cases on her desk and one she'd taken on as a hobby when her mentor had retired.<br><br>The water started to cool and she sighed not wanting to leave the comfort of then shower the brief moment of peace and seclusion it gave her. It didn't matter she was showering at the station, that she hadn't yet seen the model room she was supposed to being staying in or that she was so tired if felt like she'd need to mainline pure caffeine to keep her going she knew she'd get no rest until this was over. She lay down and dream of the faces of the vics and wake up with the murders guilt covering her for not having saved them, for possibly handing the killer another life because she'd taken time to sleep instead of working.<br><br>She turned off the water and stepped out of the shower into the closet sized room and grabbed the one towel scrubbing her hair before tying it back in a tight bun then drying her body with quick efficient movements before dressing once more in slacks and a white open throat blouse and a smart blazer. She put on her heels and took a moment to put on the lightest amount of make up, a little powder to hide the bags under her eyes, a touch of eye liner and mascara, and chap stick to hide how ragged her lips were from chewing on them when thinking or stressed. She spent a moment, a breath of time looking in the mirror looking at the tired woman with a hardness in her eyes that looked like her but wasn't her.<br><br>Annoyed with her own thoughts Ashton pushed out of the bath room carrying her over night bag causing a couple of people to give her odd looks but she ignored them putting the bag beneath her desk she sat down once more looking at the picture of the pretty blond that had been taken three days ago. Amanda Nelson. That was her name, that was who this person a white male between the ages of twenty five and and thirty five had taken. She rubbed her eyes and again looked at the time line. She'd been grabbed during a time when no one could account for her. She had several hours during each of her days that she had no obligations and floated anywhere from her home to a coffee shop across town depending on her mood. The girl was erratic making her harder then hell to track. "Any word on where the vic was between 1 and 4 pm?" Ashton asked one of the deputies that she'd told to make some phone calls while she'd taken a moment to shower.<br><br>"Yeah boss" Some one across the room called standing up a cute kid about her age but wet behind the ears obviously just starting out. He held a post it note in hand waving it slightly as he crossed the room looking both eager and pleased to be of use. "Got a call about five minutes ago from patrol. someone was driving by those old railways way out in the middle of no where and said they heard some ungodly noises." Ashton gave him a puzzled look, "Ooook," She said drawing out the word as she took the post it not and gave him a hard look, "would you like to explain how this has anything to do with my missing vic?" She asked her tone implying he was giving her something useless. He withered under her hard look. "I just though it sounded odd and you said...never mind." he mumbled slinking away and she tossed the note onto her cluttered desk.<br><br>"Anyone have anything of <em>interest</em> for me?" She asked her tone sharp. "No nothing since her car turning up about two hours ago in the library parking lot." The chief said coming in looking ruffled and annoyed at her for abusing his staff. "I want those tapes." she said her tone firm. "We're working on it." he said just as dryly. She glared at him knowing he was annoyed with her, enough so to call her boss. "I'm going down to trace and forensics. If anything, <em>anything</em> new develops I want you to page me the second it happens." She said turning to sweep her gaze over the entire room noting the subtle nods of agreement before she left the room to the sound of angry heel clicks.
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