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AnarchysSpawn

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Date: Jan 7, 2009

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-The mans house that he stood in was tasteless and horrid. Nothing worse to his way of thinking than when people of dubious taste were allowed access to money. The whole place was gaudy, covered with expensive Eurotrash crap. Xander had known immediately that this was the kind of man who probably wore his shirts open with gold chains hanging around his neck. For that alone he deserved to die in horrible and imaginitive ways, but it wasn't the gentlemans unsuitable look that put him in this position. What exactly he had done was priveleged information, but the Cult didn't kill lightly. They hated to waste resources, so Xander was sure the man had earned his share of pain. Gold necklaces and religious offenses nonwithstanding he would have enjoyed killing him anyway, because at the moment he was in a very bad mood.- "I mean how hard is it to just sit through a little fucking LUNCH!" -The sound of his voice was all wrong. It had lost the mask of culture that he affected with perfect Italian and the accent to match. At the moment he was every bit the small town boy from an Irish ghetto in Boston. Guttural tones and a voice that was pure street thug. It sounded odd coming from a man dressed in a perfect Ferragamo suit of pure pristine white. Of course when you looked closer you could see that over the suit he wore clear plastic drapings to keep it clean. Plastic that had already been splattered in blood. As he screamed the word lunch in a burst of anger he slashed out with the scissors in his hand and the blade tips raked across the mans chubby face. Skin split open and blood spurted. Just a little light conversation.- "A little tuna nicoise perhaps. Steak Tartar. Maybe even a cordial afternoon cocktail. It's NOT like I was asking for the FUCKING moon." -The scissors slashed each time he shouted, slashing ribbons in the mans face from all angles. Then with a jabbing motion Xander slammed the blades of the scissors through the side of the mans face. It pierced the thick skin of cheek and jowl and with the force of that shove he heard the cracking of teeth as they broke beneath the force of the blow. The tip of the scissors stabbed into the mans tongue and Xander left them there. Slamming his gloved hands down on the metal operating table that the unfortunate fellow was tied to he leaned over so he could look the man in the eyes. Mano e mano. Get up close and personal.- "Do you have ANY idea how frustrating it is to be the only person in the GODDAMN WORLD to know HOW TO HAVE SOME FUCKING MANNERS!" -A certain demented glow had come into his eyes as he yelled down at his victim whose body was now having a full fit of shakes. Whatever bravado and spark the Italian millionaire had once had was now gone. Washed away on the tide of Xanders talent. Faintly he could hear the gurgling sound of blood as the mans tongue bled and filled the back of his throat. Swallowing sounds would be followed soon by coughing he was sure and then their visit would be almost at an end. Xander breathed deep to compose himself, standing up straight and brushing his gloved hands back through his perfectly coiffed hair.- -Lifting his head he looked down the mans body where it was tied to the table and let himself look over the damage that had been done. There wasn't much of him left. Skinning was really a very long and enduring process and without supernatural ability on the part of the victim it was nearly impossible to complete without the person dying. Guess it was Xanders lucky day. That pair of scissors now embedded in the mans cheek had been sharpened and used to slowly flail him. Poor guido had given Xander an earfull of information on everything from his mistresses to his maffia connections to his bad business practices. He even admitted to wetting the bed as a teenager. Trouble was Xander didn't want information. There was never an option of 'tell me this and I will let you go'. The torture was just to make the job of killing a bit more fun. Plus it gave him a chance to purge some of his anger over what had happened the day before. It was a bit like writing off a visit to your therapist as a business expense.- -The room that he worked in was a smaller den of some sort. Only slightly less cheap and tacky looking than the rest of the home which was why he had chosen it. The place was covered in thick plastic tarps to make clean up snappy. On the ground, laid out and ready for disposal were the bodies of the mans wife and ten year old son. People who bought gold lamme anything did not deserve the right to breed. They had been shot execution style, nothing fancy for the normies.- "Thank you. I think this has been beneficial." -That voice had returned to its usual affected manner. It sounded like any upper crust Italian gentleman. Perfect accent, perfect grammer, perfect man. Slowly he peeled off the gray gloves that he wore and lowered his hands to place them on either side of the mans head. It came in a rush then, that connection to the greasy victim on his table. Power rushed into him like a conduit from another world. Xander ate the mans power like he was eating his soul and felt it filling him. Secrets came with power and he now understood why this man was so very valuable to his associates and why the Cult of the Vatican wanted him put to rest.- -Death came swiftly then. It was always sort of pathetic to watch the last shakes run through the body just before the lights went out. From a small cubby on the table he pulled some antibacterial soup and squeezed a drop on his hands, rubbing them together to wipe off any of the Italian mans germs before putting his gloves back on. A cell phone was pulled from his pocket and he pushed a number on the speed dial. The protected network bounced off so many satellites and towers around the world before reaching its destination that tracing it would be impossible, and what the Cult couldn't do with science they usually found a way to do with magic. They hadn't been killing from the shadows for thousands of years by being stupid or easy to catch.- "I need a maid." -The phone was closed and slid back into the small cubby case that he had brought with him. Zipping the small cubby he moved to the doorway and paused only long enough to peel off the clear plastic that he wore over his suit, stepping out of the booties he had worn and leaving them all in a pile with the clean up. The maid would be here soon and if there was any justice in the world then they would burn the entire tacky edifice to the ground. Nothing on earth could please him more.- -Xander was just a cog in a much bigger machine. He didn't know how far the Cults influence reached, but one day he swore he would find out. Leaving the house he knew someone else would come to clean up, someone else to get rid of the bodies, and probably more people to work the public angle of what had happened to this nefarious man. But those were not his concerns. He had done as the Dark Lord asked. Now he would have his reward.- __________________

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