Time Running Out
Who: The Master and open.
What: Fulfilling quotas.
When: Last night.
Where: Streets of AV.
Rating: L for lightning.
Status: Public, incomplete.
Something had changed. The air tasted different, the body count was low. There was a sense in which the Master was alone.
He didn't like it. It was too loud.
He needed distraction. He needed sustenance.
He'd taken a few, when they had been disappearing, ones he knew no one would miss. Randoms, anonymous, true townies, important to none. But in the overall natural reduction of population, no one would notice that some were not disappearances. Some were murders. Delicious murders.
It had been fun for a while, roaming the streets, targeting the unnamed, replenishing his wrecked body. But now people were returning, new people, people who were known, or became known, and he knew he would soon have to stop. Soon he would have to go back into hiding, only eating when he must.
Tonight, in the thunder and verve of a torrential storm, the Master wandered Aternaville for one last open spree. Who would be caught out in the rain? Who would be struck by an electricity brighter than any lightning? Who would the Master catch in the dark?
What: Fulfilling quotas.
When: Last night.
Where: Streets of AV.
Rating: L for lightning.
Status: Public, incomplete.
Something had changed. The air tasted different, the body count was low. There was a sense in which the Master was alone.
He didn't like it. It was too loud.
He needed distraction. He needed sustenance.
He'd taken a few, when they had been disappearing, ones he knew no one would miss. Randoms, anonymous, true townies, important to none. But in the overall natural reduction of population, no one would notice that some were not disappearances. Some were murders. Delicious murders.
It had been fun for a while, roaming the streets, targeting the unnamed, replenishing his wrecked body. But now people were returning, new people, people who were known, or became known, and he knew he would soon have to stop. Soon he would have to go back into hiding, only eating when he must.
Tonight, in the thunder and verve of a torrential storm, the Master wandered Aternaville for one last open spree. Who would be caught out in the rain? Who would be struck by an electricity brighter than any lightning? Who would the Master catch in the dark?