Actually someone does want you to be doing this, Brian. (But thats a another story, and it involves another guileless blond.)
Misa is oblivious. She doesn't know that she's being watched, and she doesn't know that friendly man she met some months ago in the main room is planning to kill her and chop her into pieces. Thanks to Light's recent injury, her movements have become even more predictable, every night she visits him. On second thought, she's completely oblivious to everything unless it involves Light.
So here she comes, a lamb walking to her slaughter without even knowing it.
And he likes predictability, likes the way she takes the same route every night, with the same stops. And it's on her way back he'll take her, in a moment of distraction, sliding out of the shadows and locking her arms to her sides with one arm, the other locking around her neck and squeezing on her windpipe.
Not letting her make any sound or even take another breath. Efficiency, for now, until they're both safely back to his place. His home. His lair.
It's funny really, if Misa could ask to see anyone before she died, it would be Light. How fitting.
Fifty minutes pass, and like clockwork, she comes out his room. Once she walks into the shadows, there's a sudden whirl of hands and darkness. It was too quick, too sudden for her scream, to even struggle.
In almost single digit minutes, Misa is out of commission.
He shifts, loosening his arm just at the right moment, putting her arm over his shoulder and his arm around her waist. It's harder than carrying her over his shoulder, but if anyone passes...this way, he has an excuse. She's drunk and he's walking her to her room. Obviously.
When Misa rouses again, then, she'll find herself on a table, on her back, with her hands and feet tied down with a combination of rope and duct tape that renders her quite immobile. Brian himself is over at his table, humming as he floats a hand over his various instruments.
Actually someone else is in the hallway, but hidden in the shadows on the other side where Misa walked, just watching. (There will be no snitching.)
Misa eyes sharply open and immediately she is in a panic. "What happened?! Where am I?!" She starts to struggle against her bonds, and is unsuccessful in getting out.
She spots Brian. "Rudy! Can you help me get out of this?"
It hasn't sunk in to this poor girl yet that she is going to die here.
He touches one of the cleavers, then settles on a narrow knife and turns to her with a cool smile, this one unfeigned. He can already feel the rush of adrenaline through his veins. This is good. This is how he lives.
"Of course," he says, pleasantly. "That's exactly what I mean to do."
Brian turns the knife over and over in his hands, looking at the blade, and his smile glitters a little in the dark. "Yes, I did," he says. "Timed it very well, too. Been a while but you never forget, I guess. Like riding a bicycle. Do you have a headache or anything? I can wait."
He can see her fear. And it tastes like happiness. :D
"You're... you're going to kill me." Misa has had run ins with creepy bastards before, but she can say that she's never been caught by one... until now.
Even Misa is aware of the immense danger she in, and in her shock she screams.
Aramat is 'conditioned' to horror, Eda is trained to remain calm and break bones, but this one has no coping mechanisms whatsoever.
He gives her a slightly irritated look. "Don't," he says. "I find it irritating, and it's highly unlikely anyone will hear you. Scream again and I'll gag you."
He glides over, his gait smooth and easy, relaxed. This is his natural habitat and he's perfectly at home in it. He presses the knife lightly to the side of her neck, a few beads of blood appearing on the skin.
He gives her a smile that's almost gentle, in a sort of awful way. "It's just who I am," he says, voice quiet, smooth and low. "Just the way I am. I could make excuses, but I don't want to. I'm happy like this. Do you know anyone else who can claim that kind of satisfaction?"
He pulls the knife away and examines her clothes for a moment, decides to let her keep them for the moment and instead circles around her and to her knee, where he rests the knife just above her kneecap, angles it, and slides it under the bone with a sort of easy familiarity that bespeaks long experience with the human body.
"No, no, no-" After the knife is in her kneecap, she screams. The pain, the horrible, pain... what kind of person is this? Is this person even a person?
"Please... please... stop it." The tears start to run.
For some reason, all she can think about is Light.
"No," he says again, almost tenderly, and slides the knife around, cutting a neat crescent above her kneecap. "You can't ask for mercy. I don't have any. And it's been so long, too long...have you ever been without good food for days, for weeks, surviving on trifles? That's what it's like...I trust you'll fill that void."
He purses his lips. "You know...the first time I met you I was thinking how you would look dead and dismembered. It's a way of keeping myself calm. I used to be worse."
Meta!Misa would like to say that she is not food. Although she can be quiet for now. (If anything, she's an appetizer.)
She cries out again, in horrible, hideous pain. "W-what... what kind of... person are you?!" Oh if only Misa had her Shinigami eyes and Death Note. This man would be dead so quickly, it wouldn't even be a afterthought.
Misa shudders to think about that, there is no way that he can be worse than what he already is.
Close enough, says Brian. And yes, there is more satisfying prey, but she'll do nicely. Very nicely. He eases the knife out with a nasty slurping noise, trails the point up her leg and then slides his hand under her leg, moves it just enough to rest the tendons on either side of the back of her knee rest against the knife's edge as he slides it under.
"That's an interesting philosophical question," he murmurs, almost absently. "If I'm a person or something more... like I said. I just accept what I am. And I really am good at it, not that I expect you to appreciate..."
Mostly he means he didn't used to have control. And now he does.
Misa is oblivious. She doesn't know that she's being watched, and she doesn't know that friendly man she met some months ago in the main room is planning to kill her and chop her into pieces. Thanks to Light's recent injury, her movements have become even more predictable, every night she visits him. On second thought, she's completely oblivious to everything unless it involves Light.
So here she comes, a lamb walking to her slaughter without even knowing it.
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And he likes predictability, likes the way she takes the same route every night, with the same stops. And it's on her way back he'll take her, in a moment of distraction, sliding out of the shadows and locking her arms to her sides with one arm, the other locking around her neck and squeezing on her windpipe.
Not letting her make any sound or even take another breath. Efficiency, for now, until they're both safely back to his place. His home. His lair.
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Fifty minutes pass, and like clockwork, she comes out his room. Once she walks into the shadows, there's a sudden whirl of hands and darkness. It was too quick, too sudden for her scream, to even struggle.
In almost single digit minutes, Misa is out of commission.
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He shifts, loosening his arm just at the right moment, putting her arm over his shoulder and his arm around her waist. It's harder than carrying her over his shoulder, but if anyone passes...this way, he has an excuse. She's drunk and he's walking her to her room. Obviously.
When Misa rouses again, then, she'll find herself on a table, on her back, with her hands and feet tied down with a combination of rope and duct tape that renders her quite immobile. Brian himself is over at his table, humming as he floats a hand over his various instruments.
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Misa eyes sharply open and immediately she is in a panic. "What happened?! Where am I?!" She starts to struggle against her bonds, and is unsuccessful in getting out.
She spots Brian. "Rudy! Can you help me get out of this?"
It hasn't sunk in to this poor girl yet that she is going to die here.
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He touches one of the cleavers, then settles on a narrow knife and turns to her with a cool smile, this one unfeigned. He can already feel the rush of adrenaline through his veins. This is good. This is how he lives.
"Of course," he says, pleasantly. "That's exactly what I mean to do."
Just not alive.
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"Wait... you knocked me out didn't you?" Pure, unadulterated fear crosses Misa's face, and she quickly struggles to get out, but to no avail.
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He can see her fear. And it tastes like happiness. :D
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Even Misa is aware of the immense danger she in, and in her shock she screams.
Aramat is 'conditioned' to horror, Eda is trained to remain calm and break bones, but this one has no coping mechanisms whatsoever.
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He glides over, his gait smooth and easy, relaxed. This is his natural habitat and he's perfectly at home in it. He presses the knife lightly to the side of her neck, a few beads of blood appearing on the skin.
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Misa twitches a bit, it hurts.
"Stop it... please."
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He pulls the knife away and examines her clothes for a moment, decides to let her keep them for the moment and instead circles around her and to her knee, where he rests the knife just above her kneecap, angles it, and slides it under the bone with a sort of easy familiarity that bespeaks long experience with the human body.
"No."
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"No, no, no-" After the knife is in her kneecap, she screams. The pain, the horrible, pain... what kind of person is this? Is this person even a person?
"Please... please... stop it." The tears start to run.
For some reason, all she can think about is Light.
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He purses his lips. "You know...the first time I met you I was thinking how you would look dead and dismembered. It's a way of keeping myself calm. I used to be worse."
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She cries out again, in horrible, hideous pain. "W-what... what kind of... person are you?!" Oh if only Misa had her Shinigami eyes and Death Note. This man would be dead so quickly, it wouldn't even be a afterthought.
Misa shudders to think about that, there is no way that he can be worse than what he already is.
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"That's an interesting philosophical question," he murmurs, almost absently. "If I'm a person or something more... like I said. I just accept what I am. And I really am good at it, not that I expect you to appreciate..."
Mostly he means he didn't used to have control. And now he does.
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