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Gater face has a minion!
Gater-Face! the Jaxitten
Gater-Face! the Jaxitten
Gater face
Legacy Name: Gater face
The
Common Experiment #625Owner:
gargoyleAge: 18 years, 3 months, 4 weeks
Born: January 19th, 2006
Adopted: 18 years, 3 months, 4 weeks ago (Legacy)
Adopted: January 19th, 2006 (Legacy)
Statistics
- Level: 5
- Strength: 12
- Defense: 20
- Speed: 14
- Health: 18
- HP: 18/18
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 2
- Job: Unemployed
Monster.
I had been called many things by many people, but never monster.
Oddity, mutant, mistake. Never. Monster.
It hurt more than words could ever describe to you, here, now. The look in her eyes as she gazed upon my figure hunched over the corpse, my mouth stained crimson. The moonlight lit the scene perfectly, and she saw his face. Gazing on to nothingness right in her direction. I had never wanted her to see me like this. I suppose it was bound to happen some day.
She had told me she loved me not days before, looked me right in the face with those bright blue eyes. She was smiling, I could feel her happiness come upon me like waves on heat in the summer sun. Her hand was on mine, sitting together beneath that old oak. That damned old oak.
I can’t look at it now. It’s roots are well-nourished after what happened. She had run after seeing my feast and I dropped his corpse to the ground and raced off towards her, calling her name with a desperation known not to man. She went to the old tree, our favorite spot to talk and play and lay back and watch the clouds roll like lazy boats across the vast ocean of the sky. She collapsed at it’s base, her head in her hands. When I reached her, I saw her shoulders heaving up and down in silent sobs.
I reached out to touch her, to comfort her. Try and convince her she hadn’t seen me eating the corpse of my victim, only trying to save him. That’s what she had to think or I would lose her forever. No one ever suspected the silent boy in love to be the newest serial killer.
It. . . It wasn’t my fault. One does only what one knows and has been taught. My mother had learned of my father’s affair and gone quite mad, father disappeared and mother and I ate like kings for a few weeks. It was delicious. Only after the police came to take her away did I know what, or more truthfully, who I had been feasting on. I grew to crave the flesh of my fellow man, moving from town to city, stealing away wayward teens and vagabonds to feed myself. Until I met her.
I tried to change my ways to look like a saint in her eyes, to make her feel for me the way I felt for her. Her scent was intoxicating. A mix of flesh and ripened strawberries. Ahh, even as I think of her my mouth begins to water again.
But, I digress. She entertained me, and I entertained her. Kept a smile on her beautiful face. Until that night of course.
As I had begin saying, I reached out to touch her, only for her to violently flinch away and turn to me, her teeth clenched shut and pure unadulterated hatred in those pools of blue. “Get away,†she growled through her teeth, “you disgusting monster.â€
I will admit. I over-reacted a bit. But, it was in the heat of the moment. My adrenaline had still be rushing since the kill, and then the chase of her to the tree. everything happened so quickly and the next thing I knew, my knife was out and her limp body fell against my chest with all of it’s weight.
I fell, holding her closly in my arms, my shirt getting drenched in blood. I watched the life drain from her body, over mine and into the bare ground making a sick, thick mud. I pushed her away, the realization of everything knocking the wind out of me. I swiftly looked to my left, feeling something was off. A boy stood with his mother, looking afraid and lost, not unlike myself when my mother was taken out of my life.
The police were on me within minutes. I didn't fight them. I was still numb from her murder. I looked down. The fresh wetness of her blood continued to cause my shirt to cling to my body while slowly running down my arms to the tips of my fingers. I smiled a little, a sick and twisted grin and licked my fingers.
I had been called many things by many people, but never monster.
Oddity, mutant, mistake. Never. Monster.
It hurt more than words could ever describe to you, here, now. The look in her eyes as she gazed upon my figure hunched over the corpse, my mouth stained crimson. The moonlight lit the scene perfectly, and she saw his face. Gazing on to nothingness right in her direction. I had never wanted her to see me like this. I suppose it was bound to happen some day.
She had told me she loved me not days before, looked me right in the face with those bright blue eyes. She was smiling, I could feel her happiness come upon me like waves on heat in the summer sun. Her hand was on mine, sitting together beneath that old oak. That damned old oak.
I can’t look at it now. It’s roots are well-nourished after what happened. She had run after seeing my feast and I dropped his corpse to the ground and raced off towards her, calling her name with a desperation known not to man. She went to the old tree, our favorite spot to talk and play and lay back and watch the clouds roll like lazy boats across the vast ocean of the sky. She collapsed at it’s base, her head in her hands. When I reached her, I saw her shoulders heaving up and down in silent sobs.
I reached out to touch her, to comfort her. Try and convince her she hadn’t seen me eating the corpse of my victim, only trying to save him. That’s what she had to think or I would lose her forever. No one ever suspected the silent boy in love to be the newest serial killer.
It. . . It wasn’t my fault. One does only what one knows and has been taught. My mother had learned of my father’s affair and gone quite mad, father disappeared and mother and I ate like kings for a few weeks. It was delicious. Only after the police came to take her away did I know what, or more truthfully, who I had been feasting on. I grew to crave the flesh of my fellow man, moving from town to city, stealing away wayward teens and vagabonds to feed myself. Until I met her.
I tried to change my ways to look like a saint in her eyes, to make her feel for me the way I felt for her. Her scent was intoxicating. A mix of flesh and ripened strawberries. Ahh, even as I think of her my mouth begins to water again.
But, I digress. She entertained me, and I entertained her. Kept a smile on her beautiful face. Until that night of course.
As I had begin saying, I reached out to touch her, only for her to violently flinch away and turn to me, her teeth clenched shut and pure unadulterated hatred in those pools of blue. “Get away,†she growled through her teeth, “you disgusting monster.â€
I will admit. I over-reacted a bit. But, it was in the heat of the moment. My adrenaline had still be rushing since the kill, and then the chase of her to the tree. everything happened so quickly and the next thing I knew, my knife was out and her limp body fell against my chest with all of it’s weight.
I fell, holding her closly in my arms, my shirt getting drenched in blood. I watched the life drain from her body, over mine and into the bare ground making a sick, thick mud. I pushed her away, the realization of everything knocking the wind out of me. I swiftly looked to my left, feeling something was off. A boy stood with his mother, looking afraid and lost, not unlike myself when my mother was taken out of my life.
The police were on me within minutes. I didn't fight them. I was still numb from her murder. I looked down. The fresh wetness of her blood continued to cause my shirt to cling to my body while slowly running down my arms to the tips of my fingers. I smiled a little, a sick and twisted grin and licked my fingers.
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