Traumatic Bumps in the Night.

[thecrowingtobe]

Who: Claudio and Darkness!Trauma
When: Feb 14th/15th, before or after midnight sometime.
Where: The streets of Siren's Port
Summary: With all the weird ass shit and insanity of the 14th, Claudio is out hunting a murderer. He instead runs into something he should have anticipated. Darkness!Trauma. Why? Because we can't be more traumatizing then

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[thecrowingtobe]

[Where did one look for a mass murderer? He kept his ears open for his NetVice. There was a young boy murdered. He knew that monster was out there somewhere. He knew he was lose on the city. Maybe he had killed Jinx and no one knew. What if he was alone again? That they went home and didn't return?]

[He kicked a tin can that squeaked and rattled down the street, a glowing rat darting out of it and scampering off. He made a face, watching it run and hoped he didn't get radiation on his shoes.]

[Looking around he walked on, his hand tucked into his hoodie pocket, fingers running over the cold of the piece he kept hidden there. He rarely took ti out anymore but since finding more ammo for it he was able to now. If what he saw on the footage was what it seemed like, this could be his best way with dealing with it.]

[That feeling... like someone was watching him how ever crept up his back. He hated that feeling. He looked around, stepping closer to the street to keep a more open space around him as he walked carefully. Missing, at first the red eyes staring at him.]

[mademyhell]

[The monster didn't move. It didn't seem to have any inclination to do anything for the moment. Just stare, looking right at Claudio.

It was recognizable, looking like the boy when his powers were activated or fairly close, skin green gray and pale, the colors and light around the figure drained out of the area nearest to it, like someone had taken water to a painting. It was dressed as he had been before he died, it held his form as if he'd never been ripped apart.

But the problem was in the details, and all of them were wrong. It didn't blink, it didn't breathe, just stared. Relaxed in a way that the person never had been, it's hands at it's sides and with it's back braced against the brick, it waited.

It didn't move.]

[thecrowingtobe]

[Taking three more steps out to the street he turned more, almost startled by the red eyes that were staring at him. Startled to the point that he almost dropped backwards.] Geeze! Fuck... you're a dark one... [He mumbled to himself, glad to be invisible at the moment. His mouth closed a moment after he said that, eyes squinting.]

[It cant see him. He is invisible. It can't see-- it... it looked a lot like... Oh hell no... he thought as he found himself dumbly taking a few steps forward.] Trauma?

[He kept out of reach though, because though it looked like him it looked all wrong too, and he was in freaky power mode. And... and he was dead. And...]

[And fuck, the body must have disappeared. He realized...]