Thread: Bloodlust and Lovelust (Rskde & Enigma_x)

We stand in the town of Charlston, Virginia where a mass murdering has just taken place, a man in full armor walked down the street and gunned down thirty eight people, using multiple machine guns. We have an eye witness here who confirms that the suspect was taken down by the police, though a body is yet to be found and identified. He switches off the TV, laughing hysterically while shaking his head, tears from his laughter streak down his face. He opens the curtain of the small abandoned house he had broken into, peering down the road and smiling to himself as he finds it clear, closing the curtains again. He walks to his weapons, unloading and disassembling them. He stuffs them into his duffel bags before pulling off his helmet. He pulls off his Kevlar vest and shin guards, sighing in relief as the cool air hits him. He sets up a small video camera and his laptop, tapping a couple of keys before going live on Twitch, pulling a mask on his face before facing the camera. Hello my people! As the media has suggested.. I am now officially dead! He says with a laugh. He inhales deeply before shaking his head. Once again the police have failed to capture and or kill me, The Purifier. He says with a wicked grin, covered by his mask. As you can tell my children, the United States of America has failed you! Capitalism is at its lowest point.. Your tax money? It's going towards standardized testing for high school kids! He says. Shouldn't it be going towards its incompetent police, or maybe the booming oil industry? The simple fact is, my children.. The government can't protect you any more. He says. It's time to rise up.. The next time you see me, I'll have a surprise for you all, for now I must build up my strength for the next major embarrassment of the United States. He says before reaching over and signing off.. Around five thousand people had logged on to view his message. He walks over to his weapon stockpile, sliding it into a closet before closing it, getting changed into a new pair of clothes and walking into his bathroom. He grabs a razor and shaves the beard that had been growing on his face.. Then he takes a haircutting tool, shaving his hair down to a buzz cut. He lifts his fingers to his eyes, sliding out a contact lense from each eye before reaching down and opening a new box of color changing lenses. He places them into his eye, by a week or so his eye color will have changed to a light hazel, removing any trace of him being identified. As for fingerprints? He always wears gloves when he goes on his outings, and even if he didn't his fingerprints had been forcibly removed by battery acid when he first started, in case somebody managed to get them. He walks to his couch, sitting down before picking up a small cell phone. He dials a number before lifting it to his ear, a duffel bag full of money sits next to him. The phone beeps, an answering machine picks up. Hey mom, dad.. He says quietly. It's been awhile, I just wanted to check in.. Call me if possible. He says before hanging up, he runs a hand through his hair. He looks over at his duffel bag, opening it and pulling out his ID.. The name on it reads 'Jakob Reyes', it also marks him as special needs. He shakes his head, society had casted him out, marking him as a man with 'anger issues' and a 'sociopath', which they had miraculously 'cured' when he started acting for them, letting them see exactly what they wanted.. A model citizen. Now that his first task is complete, he smooths his hair back, standing and walking out of the house. He walks up the street with his hands stuffed in his pants, feeling the crumpled bills of money inside. He finds a quiet restaurant and sits down, quietly ordering some food. Over all he isn't an asshole, he's a nice person when he isn't murdering everyone in sight. He quietly eats his food while watching the news, an interview with several police officers is being conducted to find out as much information as possible.