Psycho Mafia II: Andy's return [Concluded]

[Askthepizzaguy]

Night Two



The Psycho held the precious item and looked at it intently. The eyes were still closed, but there was an aura of unmitigated evil coming from it. It's power was only growing stronger. More blood would be shed tonight. More souls to be condemned... more destruction to be had. The dance of death would continue... and the blood of the ignorant fools would paint a macabre landscape across the walls of the facility. This was the Psycho's legacy... what the dark figure would be remembered for, for all time... for all eternity.... The Psycho would become immortal. This caused an evil, evil laugh to escape from the Psycho's twisted lips. It would be another wonderful night indeed...

Down in the mess hall, it was too dark to see the person sneaking around. The body of Iskander 3.1 would be attracting flies soon, and already there was a trail of ants from the stormy blackness outside coming in and removing pieces of his head, a bit at a time. There was a smell of gas... the oven had been left on, but it was never lit. Most of the gas had escaped from the facility out the open door, but there was still enough for the show. The dark figure lit a match and tossed it in the direction of the ovens.... KABOOOOOOM!!!!! After the initial explosion, the dark figure was illuminated. This person could not stop staring into the awesome beauty that was the flame. It's destructive power was not only dangerous, but seductive... tranquilizing... erotic even. The mouth popped open and began to drool with delight, and the eyes relaxed and allowed the fire to scorch a pattern on the retinas. Even if the figure blinked, all that could be seen was the brilliant beauty of the flames. The dark figure stumbled out of the mess hall, still entranced by the both the delicate nature and terrible wrath of the flames' power...

White_Eyes:D was sure that someone was following him... he was absolutely sure that someone... some... thing... was out to get him. He could see the signs everywhere. Why couldn't anyone else see the signs?? First he was placed in this Tomato Institution, against his will, when he was perfectly fine... then he knew... the gods were out to get him. The terrible, invisible ones. He was nothing but an animal trapped in a cage, a rat in a maze... they were just testing him... they were going to make him break. Break I tells ya! But not only the gods, their terrible, twisted servants... the dark ones. They were simply going to torture him until he died, he knew it.... White_Eyes:D could see all, hear all... nothing escaped his gaze... well, except for the solitary figure standing behind him, wielding a bone saw, and wearing an evil grin. He felt the powerful hand grip his mouth. It was covered in filth, and blood, and it smelled like death. White_Eyes:D tried to scream, but he couldn't make a peep. Then the nightmare truly began... the saw began cutting into his neck, causing blood to spurt across the hallway. White_Eyes:D reached up and tried to pry himself free of the grip of the powerful one, but to no avail. Those arms were unnaturally strong, and they had a death grip on his head, while the saw began slicing deeper into the neck and shoulder. White_Eyes:D tried to grip the bloody cutting edge and force it off of his neck, but the horror was making his heart pump the blood out of his body even faster... his grip was weakening..... somehow, somehow, White_Eyes:D twisted himself and slipped out of the grip of the walking embodiment of death. He couldn't, wouldn't turn around to see his attacker, he simply ran down the hallway as fast as he could. As he turned the corner, he was tackled by a second person, wielding a large cutting razor. This one had a look of utter insanity in his eyes. "Pain.... torment... that is what is going to happen to you, White_Eyes...."

Of all the rotten, miserable luck. White_Eyes:D suddenly became White_Eyes:C and looked on helplessly as his second assailant began slicing up his face with razor blades. He was doomed. That is, until a large, bloody boot kicked the razor-blade wielding lunatic right in the mouth, causing his teeth to go scattering across the hallway. The razor-blade wielding lunatic was knocked unconscious, and from the blood loss, White_Eyes:C himself was starting to pass out. The last thing he saw was the hideously twisted face of his assailant leaning down. "Now, let's finish what we started, shall we? I just want to remove your brain.... this won't hurt a bit. After you're dead of course."

All White_Eyes:C could do was scream bloody murder as the large, thick boot stomped down on his chest, and the bone saw began cutting into his skull. He passed out after the first thirty seconds of the cutting, and when the rest of the mental patients found the wretched corpse of White_Eyes:C they saw that his skull had been cleanly cut open and the contents had been removed. The body had been left inside a bathtub, and it was soaking in a deep puddle of it's own blood.

White_Eyes:C is dead.

Alive: (12/16)

Cultured Drizzt Fan
Taka
A1_Unit
atheotes
slashandburn
Diana Abnoba
DisgruntledGoat
Elite Ferret
shlin28
splitpersonality
Beskar
Sasaki Kojiro

Dead: (4/16)

Tratorix
Iskander 3.1
White_Eyes:C
Askthepizzaguy (still)


Day Three begins now. You will have until 2359 tonight to discuss and vote, if you don't all vote, an extension may be granted. Results PMs being sent out.