http://noh-dancer.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] noh-dancer.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] tampered2006-08-30 02:44 am

Log: Complete

When; Mind Reading Day
Rating; NC-17 due to graphic violence
Characters; [livejournal.com profile] noh_dancer Scarab, [livejournal.com profile] red_horror Pyramid Head, [livejournal.com profile] alessalearnt Alessa
Summary; Driven mad by the constant mental barrage Alessa sends Pyramid Head on the hunt for fresh blood. Scarab, who is out looking for Inspector Abberline, happens to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Log;

Scarab winced as another barrage of insane thoughts ripped out of the cathedral ( that kid was seriously fucked up) and closed her laptop.

Abberline had been sighted near building 3.

With luck she could catch up to him before someone, or something, else did.

Stowing it in her bag, she picked up her SR-25 rifle and slung the strap diagnally across her body for easy access, then belted on the pack and started off down the cathedral steps.

'Please, Please God', she prayed silently, 'Please don't let anything happen to him. Just let him wait a little longer...'

She knew Frederick was going to be angry later that Scarab and Faye had gone after him, but right now she would happily trade him being pissed as hell for his safety.

"Vision", or no damn vision!

[identity profile] redhorror.livejournal.com 2006-08-31 06:16 am (UTC)(link)
When his commander had finished taunting the guilty one, he decided it was time to make his masterpeice. He marched, with the rythm and purpose of the executioner, to the wall of the cathedral, and held his prisoner before him, ceremoniously facing the wall.

I hope you like it. I picked it out just for you

With that, he pressed the bleeding stumps of her fingers against the brick wall, and dragged flesh and bone across it, as if painting. The brick would scrape away skin, and grind away bone, but still he drew, the blood standing perfectly against the cream-colored bricks. The horrendous consciousness beneath the helmet took pride in his work, and stepped back to admire his work, rivulets of red tricking down his arm, and across the wall.

Giant, red, butterfly wings.