Post by beel on May 6, 2012 1:19:36 GMT -5
Edinburgh Manor
So we meet at last
So we meet at last
Dining Hall
Day 5[/center]
He was a short, slender fellow. So slender, in fact, that he was currently moving from room to room, unnoticed. He had a knack for being in two places at once, it seemed, and he was trying to demonstrate this once again. Unfortunately, the townspeople seemed to have caught on, and they were waiting for him in the next room. The grease man had nowhere to run.
"Did you think we wouldn't figure it out?" someone said, from the back.
He could have sworn he recognized that voice. That thick, buttery drawl. In the next few minutes, as he fought desperately to save himself, he spotted his mates in with the mob. I guess they had no choice, so they joined in and beat Egos until there was nothing left to beat.
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He had spent a lot of time these past few days missing his mark. He was becoming discouraged, and he longed for a chance to prove himself to the townspeople. Tonight, it would seem, he'd have that chance. The hypnotist's smile grew more and more as his will wrapped tighter around the man's mind. There was nothing he could do to free himself, locked in a state of paralysis by an expert of psychic manipulation.
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He had just finished doing the calculations in his head. He was sure of it, now. He had owned this straight razor for thirteen years. It was nothing special. A Harrison. But it had served him well. And then the wiry fellow returned.
"Oi! Good news," he said. He waited for a response.
"Well? Out with it!"
"The trap is set and they're 'eaded right for it, this time."
"And, did you?"
"Just like you asked!"
The mastermind dismissed the man and went back to studying his razor. The blade gave off a perfect reflection, and he liked to watch as the light played off of it. It was through this reflection that he could see the other townsperson approaching from behind. He was carrying something small. A pen. Or a letter opener. Acting quickly, he spun around and swiped at his attacker, but he afterward stopped short. His free hand was clutching a blade that was lodged deep in his stomach, held by an arm that was attached to the soldier.
"You knew this time would come," he said.
"You are right," sputtered the mastermind. "As did you."
The smile on AkimboLegs's face faded as he slowly slid down the wall, leaving a neat trail of blood behind him. Then. Cayrus suddenly felt a warmth on his chest that quickly spread down his waistcoat. He sat down and felt about with his right hand, terrified by the warm flow of blood that now poured over it. His throat was cut from ear to ear.
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The townspeople decided it best to return to the dining hall. Maybe they could find a way to open the doors? Every new night spent in this house just brought more death, and a few of them were beginning to lose their grip.
It was strange to be back in the room where it all started, they thought. Only days ago, there had been so many more of them. Now, only a handful remained. The factory worker walked over to the large fireplace to stoke the flames. Who had been tending this fire for the past five days? He shook the thought from his mind as he poked at the logs with one of the rusted tools hanging nearby, his large, bloodied fists blasted with heat. Great tongues of flame leapt out as he moved bits of charcoal around the pit. What was that smell?
His foot stepped on a tile in front of the fireplace and he heard a familiar mechanical click. The floor underneath him suddenly gave way and toppled him into the flame. The smell of burning flesh and kerosene filled the room, as Langly writhed and screamed in pain.
There was nothing anyone could do to save him.
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The Dead:
Egos, the Grease Man. Killed by the townspeople.
AkimboLegs, the Mastermind. Killed by the Soldier.[/color]
Cayrus, the Soldier. Killed by the Mastermind and his men.
Langly, the Factory Worker. Killed by a trap.