
Originally Posted by
Askthepizzaguy
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...
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