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just_rayne) wrote in tampered2007-01-01 02:24 am
Log: Complete Aftermath
When; New Year's Day a couple of hours after midnight
Rating; R
Characters; Rayne![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
just_rayne and Walter Dornez dark_butler
Summary; After spotting the latest judgement announcement from the Red one, Rayne goes to find Walter and comes upon a gruesome sight.
Log;
The moment she had spotted the transmission from the creature and saw who his latest victim had been, a cold feeling formed in the pit of her stomach. She couldn't leave the club she had been killing time in fast enough, grabbing her weapons which she had taken to carrying around constantly since the appearance of the so-called judge. She made a beeline for the door.
Fuck. This was turning into some goddamn surreal nightmare and she didn't like it. She was so angry she could barely think straight. If only she had gone after that creature in the first place instead of holding back. How fucked up was this? She knew almost nothing about Walter but somehow here she was trying to find him or at least what was left of him. Making the creature pay was at the forefront of her mind as she made her way back toward the entrance of the Underground.
The smell of blood hung heavy in the air...an all too familiar scent at that. Her paced slowed as the Underground entrance came into view and she was met with a very disturbing sight. "Oh fuck me," Rayne sighed.
Hanging upside down, pale as a ghost above a pool of blood was none other than Walter. She had done some pretty gruesome things in her lifespan but placing bodies on display like that was not her style and thankfully never would be. Slowly she walked up to him to access the damage. He was pretty well mangled...missing fangs, slit throat...cleaved torso...silver coins stuck in his throat and chest? What the fuck? At this point he was pretty much beyond regeneration by her estimation. "I'm sorry Walter. It looks like I'm too late," she said resigned.
Though he was obviously dead she just couldn't leave his body there like some slab of meat. Fuck girl, since when have you started caring about the people you take to bed? Examining the wires that binded him she looked for an opening, deciding to use one of her swords. With a graceful yet powerful swap of her arm, her sword sliced through the wire that held him dangling above the entrance. Her reflexes fast enough to catch him before he fell to the ground in a heap.
Gently she laid his body on the ground wondering where she could take his body. The smell of the burnt flesh due the silver coins assaulted her nose. A smell that once upon a time didn't bother her was now sickening. First things first, untie the body and remove the fucking coins. She told herself as she worked to free him from the bindings of the wires before finally setting to work pulling out the coins stuck in his throat and chest. Luckily she wasn't the sort to get sick over shit like that but with every piece of bloody silver she removed her anger toward the one who did this to Walter grew. As her fingers grew redder with blood so did her rage. That fucker was so going to pay. No one fucked with her or her playmates and she damn sure wasn't going to let this go unpunished. Even if that meant going after the so-called 'god' himself.
Rating; R
Characters; Rayne
just_rayne and Walter Dornez dark_butler Summary; After spotting the latest judgement announcement from the Red one, Rayne goes to find Walter and comes upon a gruesome sight.
Log;
The moment she had spotted the transmission from the creature and saw who his latest victim had been, a cold feeling formed in the pit of her stomach. She couldn't leave the club she had been killing time in fast enough, grabbing her weapons which she had taken to carrying around constantly since the appearance of the so-called judge. She made a beeline for the door.
Fuck. This was turning into some goddamn surreal nightmare and she didn't like it. She was so angry she could barely think straight. If only she had gone after that creature in the first place instead of holding back. How fucked up was this? She knew almost nothing about Walter but somehow here she was trying to find him or at least what was left of him. Making the creature pay was at the forefront of her mind as she made her way back toward the entrance of the Underground.
The smell of blood hung heavy in the air...an all too familiar scent at that. Her paced slowed as the Underground entrance came into view and she was met with a very disturbing sight. "Oh fuck me," Rayne sighed.
Hanging upside down, pale as a ghost above a pool of blood was none other than Walter. She had done some pretty gruesome things in her lifespan but placing bodies on display like that was not her style and thankfully never would be. Slowly she walked up to him to access the damage. He was pretty well mangled...missing fangs, slit throat...cleaved torso...silver coins stuck in his throat and chest? What the fuck? At this point he was pretty much beyond regeneration by her estimation. "I'm sorry Walter. It looks like I'm too late," she said resigned.
Though he was obviously dead she just couldn't leave his body there like some slab of meat. Fuck girl, since when have you started caring about the people you take to bed? Examining the wires that binded him she looked for an opening, deciding to use one of her swords. With a graceful yet powerful swap of her arm, her sword sliced through the wire that held him dangling above the entrance. Her reflexes fast enough to catch him before he fell to the ground in a heap.
Gently she laid his body on the ground wondering where she could take his body. The smell of the burnt flesh due the silver coins assaulted her nose. A smell that once upon a time didn't bother her was now sickening. First things first, untie the body and remove the fucking coins. She told herself as she worked to free him from the bindings of the wires before finally setting to work pulling out the coins stuck in his throat and chest. Luckily she wasn't the sort to get sick over shit like that but with every piece of bloody silver she removed her anger toward the one who did this to Walter grew. As her fingers grew redder with blood so did her rage. That fucker was so going to pay. No one fucked with her or her playmates and she damn sure wasn't going to let this go unpunished. Even if that meant going after the so-called 'god' himself.