Second Dark Hole

[cueball]

[Phone;]

I must say, for the first time I've ever been part of one of these random occurences of the town deciding to be exceptionally cruel, it seems that the cruelty is coming more from the people in the town than the ones who control it. The people being of course you, whoever you are listening in on this. How many times have people said 'killing is wrong' and 'this is a clear and obvious trap' now, I'm starting to lose count. Why can't people say more cheerful things, like how nice the weather is or that half of the town isn't dead yet.

Or is half the town dead? I doubt you're keeping count, being too busy either hiding in your home or slaughtering others, claiming you did in self-defense, but really who believes you? For then record, I believe you.

Overall I give this a 4 out of 10. I expected a lot more out of a town that apparently tortures us. Really, making others do your own dirty work? Your own prisoners at that. You aren't being very gracious hosts. After I went through all the trouble of filling out that census, hoping for something more shocking. Maybe I'm just getting too old to be exceptionally horrified that people kill other people. Ground breaking news. Next time we'll learn that the color of Earth's sky is blue and that most humans have a lifespan averaged on about 70 to 80 years. Haa Haa.

Keep up in good spirits everyone, there is nothing to fear but fear itself and let me prematurely insert any empty morality filled speech here. You can fill in the blanks, right?

[Phone; Filtered to Touko Aozaki]

You said you were a seamstress once. I have a job for you and I promise upfront compensation for your efforts.

[Phone; Filtered to Charles Fei-Ong]

Good day Charles. Don't try to think how I got your number or that I know you live at 767 Bunker Street, it isn't important. What is important is that I drew you as my next target. I hope you won't be offended if I come over and kill you. Or maybe you will kill me. My omniscience isn't working as well as it should be, so nothing is really certain. Don't take it personally - your luck just didn't come out well on this particular occasion.

If you want to take it personally that's fine too.

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[cueballer.livejournal.com]

[A good shot. Though he sighs afterward, not seemingly pleased.]

My apologies, Charles. I forgot to warn you about the stairs.

[Scratch begins to walk down them casually, the pistol still aimed at Charles as he goes down. He can't tell how badly Charles is injured, but the boy is certainly down.]

Murder isn't a very eventful thing, which is why I tend to shy away from it in general. Think of it as an educational experience, just as I am.

[encored]

[it keeps happening. he remains silent and unmoving even as the sound of footsteps draw closer, only looking up when he's ready to take his hand from his mouth.] I don't- need further education in murder, or in Mayfield.

[his voice is garbled from the blood in the back of his throat and stilted breathing, and his hand is just as soaked as his shirt, but he moves to keep the gun trained on his soon-to-be murderer anyway. it's only for show, but displaying weakness is not an option.]

... One question, if you'll indulge me. How long- [a cough] -have you been here?

[cueballer.livejournal.com]

Try to conserve energy, if you intend to speak with me. As for your question, I've been here less than a month at this point in time. This is the first time I am experiencing one of Mayfield's games.

[encored]

[another wet-sounding cough, but he's smiling again. less than a month with no regains, huh?]

I see. ...Your name?

[cueballer.livejournal.com]

I have none. Most call me Doc Scratch.

[encored]

[drawing air is a struggle now. he assumes his lung has collapsed - perhaps even the second was injured, he has no way of knowing. after a moment of silence his smile widens and he shifts his gun to point over Scratch's shoulder, where a desk piled high with books sits.]

Blue cover, page 305. [he stifles another cough, wincing at the pain the movement causes] I'll see you soon.

[cueballer.livejournal.com]

Good day, Charles Fei-Ong.

[With that Scratch clicks the trigger of the revolver and fires one bullet into the boy's forehead. He waits a short moment, before turning around and going to the book with the blue cover and slowly flipping over to page 305. It could be a trap, but he's sure he can make plans to avoid it at some point in time.]

[encored]

[it isn't a trap, simply what he saw as an appropriate way to deliver a courtesy warning. he has always had a strong love for drama and theatrics, as the pile of books will tell, so why let death stop that? the one he asked Scratch to look at is a worn copy of Shakespeare's King Lear, and it probably won't take him long to determine which passage Charles had intended for him to see:

I will have such revenges on you both,
That all the world shall--I will do such things,--
What they are, yet I know not: but they shall be
The terrors of the earth.]

[cueballer.livejournal.com]

[......]

Cute.

[He shuts the book with a roll of his eyes and puts it back into the bookcase. He doesn't spare another glance at Charles and teleports out of the house. If that was meant to scare him then Charles did a bad job. Not that much scares a million year old facilitator of an entire ancient alien planet.