Thread: "The day we slipped away." [Covert & shinyka]

Re The day we slipped away. Cover shinyka A whole little merry party, Eric mocked, aware that they were afraid of him. With a cackle, he grabbed one of the beer bottles out of the over-stuffed cooler and yanked the cap off with one hand. Shooting a menacing stare, he took a sip from it, the tip coming directly into contact with his painted black lips, before he pulled the bottle away from his mouth. Laughing like a maniac, he turned the bottle upside down, pouring it's contents all over the couch that several of the party goers were on, causing them to flinch. He was especially happy to see the expression on Mark Steepak's face, one of sheer terror. Laughing and shaking his head, Eric grabbed a second bottle, this time dumping its contents all over the floor, causing a rather large puddle to spill all over the shag carpet. He took a second and pressed down on the carpet, causing some of the cheap booze to rise up, and spill over even more carpet, making the alcohol infested stain even larger. He once again shot a look to Mark, glee rising in his non-beating heart when he saw that Mark was obviously afraid of him. Finally, content, Eric shoved him down, causing him to hit the soaked floor just a short ways from where he was standing. Shaking his head in near disgust, Eric approached the high-light of the evening, a large metal keg set up on one of the car tables decorating this flat. Silently, he grabbed the nozzle and yanked it off, showing strength that wasn't his at all. It was obvious that the recently gleeful alcoholics had been putting a lot of effort into emptying it, yet there was still plenty of beer left in it, or at least, enough to be a fire hazard, which was what Eric wanted. He began to muster a laugh as he watched it's contents empty onto the floor, his cackling intimidating the drunks even more, to the point that one man, looking barely over 21 or so began crying. Eric ignored him and watched as the last of the massive quantity of booze emptied onto the now soaked shag carpet. Eric turned to face Mark one last time. He was now on the floor, writhing in agony from where Eric had dropped him, no doubt also troubled by the black eye and broken ribs that Eric had given him when he had first busted into this Friday-night party. It pleased Eric to see Mark, one who had caused him so much pain, to be in pain himself. Yet, no amount of hurt he could ever inflict on Mark would ever come close to what Mark and his three other friends had taken away from him. Although now, Mark was going to join David, who Eric had found just three days before. With a shake of his head, he kicked Mark a few time, adding even more pain to his already massive agony. He was careful not to knock him out though, he wanted him to be awake for what was about to happen. Smiling, Eric held Mark still for a second, putting a stop to his agonized writhe. Calmly and quietly, he pulled a pack of cigarettes from the chest pocket of Mark's stained button up shirt. Mark began to open his mouth, but Eric quickly his finger over Mark's lips, smile with his black lips before getting to his feet. Eric fumbled around in the pocket of his white-trimmed black coat, before pulling out a small Zippo Lighter. Walking with a slight anxious spring in his step, he approached the window, peering down at the three story fall off the balcony and onto the cement parking lot below. Quietly, he opened the sliding glass door and took a step onto the balcony. Eric held the stolen cigarette aloof, before lighting it with his red lighter. He watched a small quantity of smoke leave the exit, before he turned around, flicking the still-lit smoke into Mark's booze stained apartment. The effect was almost instant. The alcohol coating the walls, floors and people ignited quickly, turning the apartment into a blazing inferno. He began to laugh, watching the drunks try to get to the door, only to stop when they saw the booze-coated door knob ignite. You're all going to die, Eric said calmly but loudly, loudly enough for everyone inside to hear him over the screaming and cursing. With one final laugh, Eric hopped up on the edge of the balcony and jumped off the side. He savored the fall, as it gave him an almost weightless feel. He was sure to close his eyes for when he hit the ground, as the sight of colliding was never a pleasant one. A second later, he heard a loud crunch, accompanied with a sharp pain. Eric shrugged as he got back to his feet, the pain subsiding as his wounds healed themselves, easing the pain and making walking possible again. With one final glance over his shoulder, he caught whiff of the burning booze and sight of the flaming apartment. Eric managed a laugh as he faded into the darkness, walking silently and unseen on the walk back to Trista's grave. Two out of four, he said, softly and with a twinge of pain.