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Post by Tyler James Merrit on Jan 31, 2010 19:35:52 GMT -5
I drag your body to the cellar where we lay, the wax it melts away, Not to deep into the cemetery you could find T.J. He had a long gash still on his face from the week before from his mother. She was the worst mother you could think of. And even her own son wanted her dead. He didn't care if it was wrong to think like that. She locked him away in a mental place for years. All the rage was left to boil up in him. He pulled out a knife. It was really just a large pocket knife. It was probably around eleven at night. And yet, he didn't care. He smiled his eerie smile.
Tyler stuffed the knife back into his pocket of his parka. He didn't care if anyone found him here. He really didn't. he climbed up the frozen tree not to far up but at least five feet off the ground. He looked up at the full moon, and watched it through the branches for a moment. He looked at the ground for a quick a moment. He took the knife out of his pocket again and let it glisten in the light.
Tyler chuckled to himself for a moment. He was really thinking about murdering his mother tonight. He was so sick of her, and he wouldn't be able to go to jail because of his mental problems. He could deal with another mental hospital again. It wasn't like he wasn't going to end up going back again. If he killing his mother, she would be the third person that he killed, and yet, he felt next to nothing for any of the people that he killed. It was probably a bad thing that he felt next to nothing for his mother, his father and the girl that he supposedly loved.
Truth was that he never loved her, he liked her for maybe a week, then he was to clinging and would bitch at him. He didn't like that at all. He hated her. He bit his lip, the metal rings of his snake bites rubbing against his teeth. He growled to himself, just the thought of all three of them made him angry. He would snap at his mother if she was a bitch again tonight, and he would stab her, and bury her in the yard and make sure that no one found her. Ever. They couldn't send him away if there isn't want a body to be found.
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Post by Felix Nöel Rogers on Jan 31, 2010 20:15:34 GMT -5
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( turn off the shyness ) Felix cleared his throat, a guttural rumbling sounding more like a growl than any noise a human could make. Yes, he was high, sleepless like an insomniac, but with the temporary dizziness of crystal meth. It'd been years since Marley and himself had been arrested for drugs, and Felix had learned from that. It was normally safer to get spun out in his room, out of the public eye. That way, the common folks could pretend like it wasn't happening, pretend that it was a completely normal day in everyone's life. Temporarily, Felix didn't even have to exist.
It was when he left his room at night, knife in pocket and a lack of self control clouding his mind that people decided that they needed to take action. Apparently he was a threat at that point. Felix didn't feel like a threat. He felt good. But apparently, he was a threat. Felix breathed in the January air pleased that it was starting to feel like February. Not as cold, but still wintery. Or maybe Felix was imagining it. Yes, he was probably imagining it. It was probably just as cold as it had been a week or two ago. With an eye roll, Felix whipped his pocket knife open and out of his pocket, hurling it at a tree, where it dug it deep and reverberated for a bit before Felix walked over and pried it out. It had gone in pretty deep considering Felix hadn't even thrown it that hard. Or maybe he had and he had just been imagining that, too. Felix smiled. He sort of liked that sense of confusion that drug clouds bestowed. It was thrilling, or maybe it wasn't and Felix had just gotten used to wishing it felt so good. Or it could have been the familiarity of the drugs in his system, which made him feel at home. It was screwed up and kind of convoluted, but it made sense to Felix at that specific moment. all of our moves
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Post by Tyler James Merrit on Jan 31, 2010 20:58:54 GMT -5
I drag your body to the cellar where we lay, the wax it melts away,
Tyler ran his tongue over his snake bites. He wasn't paying attention to anything around him. He jammed his knife into the trunk of the tree, and watched it for a moment. He wanted the tree to be his mother and her blood to drip down her body as she screamed. He wanted to make her suffer, just like she made him. He would slowly cut her, making her scream out in pain, but she wouldn't be able to if he taped her mouth shut.
He would make her suffer, scream and cry in pain. Watch her blood flow out of her body, making her die with ever drop that left her body. That's what he wanted to happen to her. He would do that to her, maybe not now, maybe tonight. Maybe next week. He wouldn't tell you. Even if you wanted him to. He wouldn't tell you.
He felt the tree shake as a knife was thrown into the tree and he grabbed branch that he was sitting on. "What the fuck?"" He said, looking around. He spotted a boy, he looked almost like he was about to explode. He smiled again, his creepy smile.
"Do you enjoy throwing knives at trees?" He asked, laughing slightly. He didn't know if this kid had more knives or anthing, but he wasn't scared. He took the branch in his hands again and flipped himself around it and then let go of the branch, hitting the ground easily. So, he was six feet two inches with a bigger build and muscle. He could be very scary if he wanted to. The moonlight hit is face, the long gash from his hair line to his jaw barely missing his eyes showed up a lot on his pale skin easily.
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Post by Felix Nöel Rogers on Jan 31, 2010 22:33:40 GMT -5
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( turn off the shyness ) With raised eyebrows, Felix regarded the tree-kid coolly. This was . . . Interesting, supposedly. He slipped the pocketknife behind his back, tapping the blade with his index finger and feeling the metal slide under his skin. Whoops. "It's a favourite past time of mine," he said coldly. Who haunted cemeteries near midnight? Felix was aware that he should put the knife away. He was a hazard to people, incidentally, but he was unwilling regardless. Something about this kid screamed dangerous. Actually, it was pretty much everything. Felix kept one hand behind his back, holding the knife so that if the other guy moved an inch, Felix could easily slit his throat while he ran his other hand through his red and black hair, which was a habit of his. Get a little nervous, mixed with meth and the sweet high of night time and he was jumpy as hell. And this was a nervous habit, after all.
Finally, he met the guy's eyes, blinking slowly. "Do you enjoy hiding in trees in the middle of the night?" he asked snakily. Felix's own eyes glinted, snakelike and ready to strike. But for reason he wasn't willing just yet. And surprisingly, he didn't hate the guy. He was just on high alert. Code red, the color of panic. Geeze, there was something wrong with him. Any other normal teenager would be surprised and they would act it. All of Felix's sense were straining for a fight. He was almost sure that in a past life, he'd have made a really great Roman gladiator. Fight or flight instincts? Well, Felix only had the first one. He wasn't one to run from a fight.
He cocked his head, raising his eyebrows and studying the other guy. In a twisted way, the other guy was sort of hot in the way all bad boys were sexy. But that hotness was masked with anger and maybe a hint of madness, which was funny. Felix could say the same thing about himself. Anger laced with psychosis. But his psychosis was his anger. Well, whatever. Felix twisted the blade knife in his palm. The meth was still pulsing through his veins, giving him that elated feeling that people got when flying in airplanes, if they weren't scared shitless. It was like a sort of euphoria because you were doing something you weren't supposed to and totally getting away with it.
"I'm Felix, by the way," he said, still guarded, still prepared for a fight, but at least trying to make nice in the meantime. all of our moves
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Post by Tyler James Merrit on Jan 31, 2010 23:02:23 GMT -5
don't think too hard if you think it hurts that bad
[/i][/size] DON'T TALK ABOUT IT DON'T LET IT GET YOU DOWN[/font][/center]
"Really now? That's an interesting past time." He said. Then again, murdering people was his past time, causing any pain he could. Welcome the twisted mind of Tyler James. T.J looked at him. What was this kid doing here? Then again, he had ever right to be here as T.J did. It wasn't like it was a private cemetery or anything. Tyler looked back at the knife that was in the tree. He reached out and pulled it out with on swift movement. He looked at, running his fingers on the blade.
"You have a nice knife here. I'd hate to see it...broken." T.J said to him. He threw it, making sure it wouldn't hit the boy, but close enough to him. The light from the moon made it shine as it went though the air and stabbed the ground in front of Felix. "There you go. If i had a knife like that i wouldn't want someone to take it." he said.
"Maybe I do. And I could ask you the same relative question why you are here." he said. Tyler ran his hand through his coal black hair. His ice cold fingers touching the gash on his face. It didn't hurt anymore, though it only hurt for maybe two hours after it happened and he met what was her name. He ran his fingers over the gash, his face numbing as his ice cold hands touched it. He looked up at his knife that was still in the tree. He climbed up one branch and stood on it before he grabbed it and stuffed it in his pocket. "I'm sure you have another knife on you, but I'm not going to hurt you. You can put it away. I have no need to hurt you. He said, not looking at him for a moment.
"Tyler. T.J, Ty. Really what ever you want to tall me is fine. I really could care less." He said. He didn't care what people called him. Some people called him a freak, a murderer, a vampire, anything just to make fun of him. And yet, he didn't care. Through his ice blue eyes he could make out the boys face barely. Though, he wasn't have bad looking, even if T.J was straight.
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Post by Felix Nöel Rogers on Feb 1, 2010 0:19:22 GMT -5
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( turn off the shyness ) Felix gritted his teeth. Oh, really? He was being talked down to? So that's the way it was. Felix slipped his balled up fists into his pinstriped jacket's pockets, still closed tightly around the blade. The metal bit sharply at his skin, begging him to loosen his grip, like a tiny animal fighting it's way to safety. And Felix agreed. If there was anything he understood, he could almost get the feelings of the cool knives in his possession. It wasn't hard. Sometimes, if Felix didn't know any better, he would have thought the metal blades to be alive. If he concentrated really hard, under just the right drugs, he could feel their heartbeats, metallic pulses under the handles which almost breathed their own life into him. Every now and then, Felix would wonder if it was him that was so angry, or if it was his knives' projected thoughts.
"I'm here because . . ." Felix broke off. He glanced to the side, still not relaxing into the cool flow of conversation that any normal person normally could have done. He was still on edge, the fight or flight (or in Felix's case, just fight) instincts still pulsing through his veins on the tails of the meth. there could be a high in and of itself following this original adrenaline surge, a more natural one that Felix relished just as much as, if not more than, the high of any other drug. It was that rush before the blade sunk through flesh, before your fist broke a nose. It was that shock of power when you could do anything--really, anything--just before something happened. Just about anything in the universe was possible in that split second.
Just thinking about the feeling made Felix's palms itch for a good fight, or it could have just been the steel metal slashing his hands to ribbons again.
"I'll stick with TJ," Felix said out loud, gazing at TJ coolly. Something about him . . . Was off. Certainly a little abnormal. But Felix couldn't quite place it. "You still never answered my question about what you might be doing up a tree in the middle of the night." I answered yours. It's only fair, he felt like adding, not quite realizing that 'it's my favourite past time' was a little bit too sarcastic to be classified as a real answer. all of our moves
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Post by Tyler James Merrit on Feb 1, 2010 0:48:03 GMT -5
don't think too hard if you think it hurts that bad
[/i][/size] DON'T TALK ABOUT IT DON'T LET IT GET YOU DOWN[/font][/center]
Tyler looked at this boy. He wasn't normal. That was for sure. He looked at him, watching him. He was probably on some drug, like any other teen in this town. Small towns always seemed to have a high count of drug addicts then the big cities. Through his eyes, this kid didn't scare him. Next to nothing scared Tyler anymore. Only the deranged women he dared to call his mother did. He traced the blade of his knife with his ice cold fingers. He nearly sliced his hand open, but he didn't. He was close, but again he didn't. For one moment was all it would take to set this kid off. One step closer, one swift movement of his wrist.
Tyler was itching to slice something, or more someone, open. He wanted to see blood ooze down an arm, or a leg, or their neck. He wanted blood to be seen. He wanted someone to scream bloodly murder. To wail in pain and suffering like he had his whole life. Oh sure, take out all the pain and suffering that you have onto someone else. That's what he did with Chelsea, and his father. He smiled to himself, an eerie, almost deadly smile if anyone saw it. Blood pounded in his head. Screaming almost. Words, voices screaming, ringing in his ears, but they were the only two here.
"You don't really want to know why I'm here. I was sitting in a tree because i didn't want to sit on the ground. I'm here because I am. I won't tell you why I'm here because its not really that good to know." He said. The whole reason he was here was to calm down and think of ways to kill his mother. To make her suffer, to see her bleed. Anything to make her feel what she has made him feel all these years. Three years was all it took to drive her to the point were she wanted to kill him. Three years this very night.
This night marked the night he killed his father.
He took a step forward, closer to Felix. "And yet. You didn't answer my question either. You started to. Then stopped." He said. He smiled at him, the moonlight hitting his face just the right way on his gash to make him look like a killer. Not that he wasn't one already. He traced his teeth with his tongue when he stopped smiling. Sadly, he knew why people called him a vampire. He had overly large canine teeth, that looked exactly like fangs. Though, he couldn't stand it's taste. It was just like licking a rusty pole or something. It tasted awful.
"Tonight is a special night for me. You ruin it, and you won't see tomorrow." He said. He was serious. He loved tonight. It was so great. He marked the way that he made his father scream in pain and bleed. The night his life changed. The sweet boy he use to be turned into this deadly, scary young man he was now.
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Post by Felix Nöel Rogers on Feb 2, 2010 21:24:57 GMT -5
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( turn off the shyness ) Felix cocked an eyebrow. "Wow." He hesitated, glancing off to the side. No one here. No one would catch him if he were to get in a fight. "You're, uh, threatening, or whatever you're trying to accomplish. With a shrug, Felix tucked the knife--still open--in his back pocket. He could hold of TJ with his bare hands if he needed to. Just the fact that TJ was threatening Felix's life made TJ a little bit less frightening. And the sheer genericness of the threat. You won't live to see tomorrow. Oh. Oh, really? Well, then. That sure deterred Felix.
Not really.
Felix cleared his throat. "Well, if you're done making, um, amusing threats . . ." Felix trailed off. He didn't have anywhere to be. He didn't have anything to do. Telling TJ that he had to be going was a little bit of a stretch. It was quite apparent that he hardly had a home to stay at, high as the clouds on meth. And he didn't want to come down. Oh, how wonderful he felt being spun out. Felix cleared his throat, looking off to his car boredly. If TJ wasn't going to be interesting, Felix did have other places to be if he really wanted to while spun out. The graveyard just happened to be his favourite, for obvious reasons of quietness and serenity.
Aw, fuck. Who was he kidding? He just liked the idea that he was walking on bodies. all of our moves
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Post by Tyler James Merrit on Feb 2, 2010 21:59:05 GMT -5
don't think too hard if you think it hurts that bad
[/i][/size] DON'T TALK ABOUT IT DON'T LET IT GET YOU DOWN[/font][/center]
Tyler raised an eyebrow. "I'm not trying to accomplish anything. You're assuming I'm trying to do something. When really, I'm just warning you." He said with a slight shrug. There wasn't anything he was going to say anything about himself. mot if he could at least help it.
He looked back up at the tree. He took a few steps back and climbed back up in the tree, going higher then he had before. It was a larger tree, an older oak by the look and feel of the bark. He looked at the boy, still standing there. "I'm just warning you. I won't tell you why, because I don't need to be arrested. Though, if they came, they would see you high as fuck." Tyler said. Though, he still said nothing about himself.
He took the knife out again, tracing the knife with his hand. He slowly pressed it into his hand, not hard, but enough to cause a little blood. He watched the blood pour from his hand. He wanted this to be someone's blood, not his. But, this kid wasn't interesting enough to kill. he wanted his mothers blood to be splattered everywere, left out in the street to be found. The boy would end up murdering a few more people, before fleeing the town, or getting caught. Which ever worked.
They would only lock him up anyway. If they could find a problem with his brain, and not just one to be because of trauma in his life, then maybe he could be helped. But no. They couldn't.
He was stuck being insane till they could figure it out.
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Post by Felix Nöel Rogers on Feb 6, 2010 17:59:59 GMT -5
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( turn off the shyness ) "Yeah, yeah. Like I'd give a shit if the police showed up?" Felix nodded thoughtfully, his heart skittering a few beats at the mention of the police. Not out of fear, but more of the urge to know that he was in deep shit and couldn't get out. For some reason, Felix liked that feeling. The helplessness made him a bit paranoid, made him a bit . . . Delusional. He saw things in shadows and people moving behind trees. It was like one giant hallucinogenic, that feeling that you got when you realized just how little control you had over just about anything. Especially when you were virtually getting strip searched by a policeman. Actually, that part was awkward, but the thrill of knowing that anything could happen and you didn't have a clue at all, that you'd be surprised about it made Felix feel a little bit jumpier and happier.
"Besides, you're the one making obscure, cryptic references." Felix rolled his eyes and threw his hands out to the sides. "'You don't wanna know.' Ooh, how absolutely terrifying." His voice deepened an octave, coming out mocking and teasing. "Like I'm four years old and asking about where babies come from. TJ, ya wanna tell me what happens when a mommy and daddy love each other very much?" Alright, well, his comebacks were a little . . . iffier when the drugs sunk into his brain and clouded his thinking. But still. That's exactly what TJ reminded him of. "Like, really?" Felix taunted, raising an eyebrow. Dumbass muthafucka. "Fight me, bitch." A laugh bubbled up from his throat like word vomit. Don't be dumb, he reminded himself, knowing that that was about that last thing he ever wasn't.
In an act of daring belligerence, Felix pulled the knife out of his back pocket, swiping it through the air. He was tempted to tease anime at this point and call out a completely ridiculous name for the move. 'Sakura Sakura Kage Neko!!!' Really? How terrifying. The strawberry kitten. It sounded like an ice cream. And at the rate Felix's brain was flying, he could almost envision himself making millions of dollars on an ice cream named after a Japanese cat. Shut up, moron, and pay attention? the hidden rational part of his brain reminded him and Felix hurled his knife in the general direction of TJ, a second knife snapping open in his fingers, already drawn from his pocket at lightspeed. Stop acting like a complete retard and figure out what you're doing. No more dumb cat ice cream. Felix took a deep breath, wondering how fast a heart needed to go to burst. He wondered if it was possible for a teenager to have a heart attack just off of adrenaline. Why not? People died of fear all the time. Why not elation? all of our moves
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Post by Tyler James Merrit on Feb 6, 2010 19:26:57 GMT -5
don't think too hard if you think it hurts that bad
[/i][/size] DON'T TALK ABOUT IT DON'T LET IT GET YOU DOWN[/font][/center]
T.J looked at Felix. He growled. "Well. I would be thrown in jail for what I've done." He snapped. This guy was pissing him off to no extent. He was ready to murder him. He growled again. Now he was being made fun off. "Oh, real funny. Making fun of my voice just cause its deeper then yours." He said, rolling his eyes. His blood was boiling. He hated Felix at the moment. He wanted to strangle him. He rolled his eyes. Hm. how could one murderer tell someone to shut up or their dead, without making it should like an empty threat?
Felix. Have you ever taken a life from someone? Like Murder? He asked. "I have. Twice, soon to be three.'' He said, smiling in an eerie smile. He stared at him. He saw the knife flying at him and he jumped away in time. He stared at the boy for a moment. He was so glad that he brought enough knives to do some real damage. He had about six.
Tyler looked at him. He growled and pulled his parka hood over his head. He pulled out a knife, and threw it at him. He watched it hurdle to Felix. Damn, he really did want to murder this kid. He was so annoying, and he didn't see that Tyler was going to murder him. He really did want to murder him. He moved his hands back into his pockets and unshielded two knives, one in each hand.
If Felix wanted a fight, he was going to get a war.
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