Thread: The Curse Of Hinamizawa Lives On (BlisteredBlood & Junko)

Peals of sadistic laughter could be heard inside of a church one night as a young man clothed completely in a black hooded robe began to appear from beyond the curtain, grinning darkly as he looked at the subject he was set to sacrifice to appease his dark lord that he had now served under. The victim this evening was an older man, tied down on a marble block, gagged with a white bandana and was laying there unconscious for several moments before awakening to the feeling of the heavy burlap ropes biting into his skin. After a moment, he looked up at the hooded figure with a confused look in his eyes, wondering who the young man was or even how he got here in the first place. Soon after putting two and two together, the older man looked up at the younger one with a look of fear in his eyes before shaking his head at him as the younger man came closer and closer to him, muttering an incoherent string of pleadings, begging him to let him go. The younger man simply continued to approach him with perhaps the most sickening smile on his face and after a few more steps, he stopped right in front of the older man. I'd be happy to let you go, my good man, but unfortunately, I can't really do that... He said in a hushed tone of voice as he loomed over the older man, continuing to grin at him with that same evil smile on his face. You see, I'm just like everyone else... You have a job to do as do I. And we both have to appease our bosses unless if we're looking to get... Oh, how do you say? Fired? Is that the right term? He asked with a dark chuckle of sorts. Again, the older man continued to mutter out a series of muffled pleadings, begging him even more urgently to him to release him, even adding in that he promised that he would go to the cops or anyone for that matter. Yes... That's right... Beg me all you want, my good man... It's not going to make a lick of difference whatsoever... It'll be all over for you soon enough... On my terms. The younger man answered with a soft but disturbingly wicked laugh of sorts as he continued to loom over him. His laughter only continued to slowly increase in volume little at a time until it would've sounded more like that of a typical teenager's laugh over something funny they would've seen on television, but it only continued to rapidly increase in volume little at a time until it was now a horrifying screeching howl of insane laughter, echoing throughout the hall of the church like it was summoned from the bloodiest bowels of Hell itself. This loud, boisterous and demented laughter seemed to continue on for what appeared to be forever for the older man as he looked up at the younger one, cackling away like a madman before his eyes opened sharply as he saw the hood of the younger man's robe flip off of him, revealing his face to him accidentally. You...!!! The older man exclaimed. Slowly, the insane laughter began to die back down until the younger man was now grinning a sort of sharktoothed grin at the older one, his eyes wide, wild and full of hellish malice. That was the thing about his eyes, also. The irises seemed to have narrowed vertically, almost like that of a cat that was looking into the sunlight. Unaware that his hood had fallen over his the back of his head, the younger man continued to stand there before him with the same sickening looking smile on his face as he then slowly reached into his robe, taking into his hand what appeared to be a railroad spike and clenched it tightly in his palm before setting it down on the large marble block the older man was bound to before reaching into his robe once more on the other side this time, taking out a solid mahogany mallet that were used to drive said railroad spikes inside of the galvanized steel ties. Again, the older man looked on at the tools the younger man had now brought out onto the large stone he was suspended on with a frantic look in his eyes, knowing all too well what he thought he was going to do. He was now shaking his head as quick as he humanly could at the younger man as he continued to loom over him, smirking devilishly back at him. I'll tell you what... The younger man spoke in a quiet tone of voice as he continued to look down at him with the same smile on his face. If you say, 'I'm sorry 500 times, then maybe, just maybe, I'll consider letting you go. He said with his eyes narrowed slightly. FOR WHAT?! WHAT DID I DO WRONG?! The older man squawked in fear, looking at the younger man with true terror present in his eyes. YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHAT IT IS THAT YOU DID!!! The younger man suddenly screamed, his voice carrying through the church once again with an ungodly echo. You've caused my family nothing but misery for years on end! And now... Now, Charles Baxter Higgins... You'll suffer the same fate that my father suffered. PLEASE!!! DON'T DO THIS!!! The older man screamed again, having already saturated himself in his own urine out of fear. ADMIT THAT YOU WERE WRONG YOU LYING SACK OF SHIT!!! The younger man screamed again, his voice once again carrying through the church like rolling thunder. You let my father die back in that accident, and because of your inaction that cost him his life, You're going to suffer for it! He added, his voice low and with a sadistic hiss to it. Alright! Alright! I'm sorry for what I did! Now please! Let me go! I promise I'll never bother you again! The older man begged the younger one again, shaking his head quickly. Not good enough, Mr. Higgins. So now, you gotta pay the penalty. The younger man answered with a grin before picking up the railroad spike and mallet in one hand each then set the sharpened end of the spike over the older man's hand then held the hammer back with a crazed smile on his face as he brought the mallet down with a vicious amount of force behind it, driving the spike into the back of the older man's hand, forcing a pained wail to pierce through the church like a wounded animal. Come on, Mr. Higgins! The younger man spoke again as he looked down at the older man's face. Start saying 'I'm sorry' 500 times and mean it like your life depends on it. The younger man spoke again before slowly pulling the spike out of the back of the older man's hand. Once it was out, a river of blood could be seen pouring out of the open hole, easily spilling over to the floor. Obediently despite there was tears in the older man's eyes from the spike being driven into and now being pulled back out of his hand, he nodded his head slowly before starting to repeat the words the younger one told him to do as meaningful as he could, his eyes closed the whole time. He was about 30 I'm sorries in before the spike was now rammed into his forearm now, forcing another pain-driven scream to roar out of his lungs once again. Looking down, he could now see that the railroad spike was now embedded deeply into his forearm, and the younger man's hand on it was twisting it from side to side as little spurts of red could be seen trying to escape from that wound as well. Again. The younger man answered with a crazed smile on his face. This time, a little louder. I want to hear every single word you say. He added with a grin on his face before twisting the spike out of the older man's arm, finally releasing with it another violent gush of crimson out onto the already bloodstained marble. From there, the younger man would now aim the spike above the older man's forehead now, threatening to drive the thing into his cranium. Then again... The younger man said as his voice seemed to have steeped even lower into the depths of insanity. I'm taking that back. He added, laughing softly at first while the older man's eyes widened sharply at what the younger man had now said. But... B-But...! You said if - I promised you nothing. The younger man answered with a sternness in his voice before smiling at him wickedly as he then raised the mallet back. See you in hell, you bastard. He added before swinging it back down, laughing the whole time as he finally drove the spike into the older man's forehead, the sounds of steel tearing flesh, gushing blood and bones breaking all at the same time piercing through the church once again then silence. Slowly, the only sound that could be heard was a quiet series of laughter coming from the younger man once again as he slowly stood up from the large stone marble, looking down at the now deceased older man laying there with the railroad spike lodged in his forehead. Slowly, that quiet chuckling gave way to slowly increasing howls of laughter once again, louder and louder still until it was now a cacophony of vile, sickening and terrifying screaming howls of humor over what he had done. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- On a bright sunny July day in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, 18 year old Jeffrey Taylor could be seen waiting outside the airport waiting for the arrival of the transfer student that was supposedly on her way here. All he knew thus far was that she was here on loan from somewhere and that she would probably need a ride over to the college where she would be attending classes. Fortunately for him he was given the rest of the day off after he was elected to go and pick her up once her plane had arrived. For now, he was seen waiting in the airport, still wearing his uniform due to the fact that he wasn't given much time to change out of these stuffy clothes of his, as indicated when he was pulling at the collar of his white polo tee t-shirt that was buttoned up to under his neck. At his waist was a set of school uniform slacks, black in color and accented with a brown leather belt. At his feet were a set of black dress shoes that would give most people pinched nerves in their feet if they weren't wearing something that would cushion the soles of their feet. When he was done fidgeting with the neckline of his shirt, Jeffrey would then aim his eyes of glacier blue down to his digital watch located on his right wrist, frowning at it a bit before using his left hand to push some of his heavy bangs back from his eyes in an attempt to keep it up in the rest of his light brown hair. Come on... Where is she, man? I gotta get outta here... Jeffrey muttered to himself before lowering his wrist down then looked around the airport once again.