This is just a little something I thought I'd start up, normal stories are about the good guy, but I don't like "normal" so I thought this up...it took me a little while to come with this fellow. please try not to screw up the story line. just post if you think you have something good to contribute.
here goes.
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"my name is Malqron Xowan, and you are in my way."
A single scream rips out into the chill night air and is cut off suddenly, a few seconds later it is followed by the wet thud of severed flesh impacting concrete. the dark figure walks on, long silvery lines retracting back into his black gloved hands, He leaves behind what may have been a human, now rendered unrecognizable by a myriad of monowire filaments. The only sound left is the barking of a stray dog, roused by the scream, but this too ceases, and the man walks on, leaving no mark, taking nothing of the crime scene with him, a simple black coat draped over his shoulders, its tips lightly touching the ground, his his elegant shoes causing no sound, his eyes glinting dully in the moonlight as he walks on, untouched by what just happened, untouched by the crimson mist of death. by the time the body is found, his trail is cold, having never been warm in the first place.
---several days later, on a sunny afternoon in a hole in the wall cafe in Heflin, Alabama---
"sir? sir? do you want some coffee? cheesecake maybe?"
Malqron:"Yes thank you, I'll take both."
As he smiles at the waitress, his white teeth flash, each one precisely in its place, his non-descript brown hair falling down into his eyes.
"can you tell me where I can get a haircut ma'am?"
"yessir, right down the street, old man ganvy's been cutting hair for 34 years...if you believe what he says, which I don't recommend myself..."
"yes well, thank you for the advice, and the coffee, this is for both, and this is for another slice of that cheesecake. and could you tell me what day it is? I've got an engagement Ohio on sunday."
"why...thank you sir, this is quite generous, and I do believe it is Tuesday sir."
"thank you again ma'am. you're a very sweet lady."
The Man walks out of the cafe and heads down to the barber shop, gets a haircut and tips the barber generously. after asking the man for directions to a good hotel, he leaves. by friday, He was gone again, the only perso left in Heflin, Alabama was a little old waitress who used to work at a hole-in-the-wall cafe, she was sent to intensive care where Doctors confirmed that her spinal cord had been perforated at least seven times by some very thin object. she was put into traction indefinately, and psychological counseling revealed that her mind had been completely destroyed by a severely traumatic experience. The only person whom could be identified from security footage was a man with non-descript brown hair and black eyes, wearing a black trenchcoat and black gloves of an odd design. one tape revealed a conversation between him and the old woman. by the time his destination in Ohio was found, his trail was already three days old. no one saw the man again for twenty years until remote incidents began popping up where reports described a man with non-descript brown hair and black eyes, a black trenchcoat, and black gloves of an odd design, in each case, all witnesses died of unusual causes within four days of testifying.each report stated him to appear to be a man in his mid-twenties. one month after the serial murders started, they stopped again. police believed it was the work of several people attempting to recreate the murderer who destroyed the small towns of Heflin, Alabama and Akron, Ohio until the trails were found to lead to a small cottage in the foothills of montana, where detailed descriptions of all the victims from every murder were found. no trail was picked up from there however.
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alright folks! take it from there. all I wish to say is that is has to be modern day. I just set up the background for this guy. I'll post daily if I can think up something to add, but I want other contributions as well!
[This message has been edited by shade (edited September 03, 2002).]
here goes.
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"my name is Malqron Xowan, and you are in my way."
A single scream rips out into the chill night air and is cut off suddenly, a few seconds later it is followed by the wet thud of severed flesh impacting concrete. the dark figure walks on, long silvery lines retracting back into his black gloved hands, He leaves behind what may have been a human, now rendered unrecognizable by a myriad of monowire filaments. The only sound left is the barking of a stray dog, roused by the scream, but this too ceases, and the man walks on, leaving no mark, taking nothing of the crime scene with him, a simple black coat draped over his shoulders, its tips lightly touching the ground, his his elegant shoes causing no sound, his eyes glinting dully in the moonlight as he walks on, untouched by what just happened, untouched by the crimson mist of death. by the time the body is found, his trail is cold, having never been warm in the first place.
---several days later, on a sunny afternoon in a hole in the wall cafe in Heflin, Alabama---
"sir? sir? do you want some coffee? cheesecake maybe?"
Malqron:"Yes thank you, I'll take both."
As he smiles at the waitress, his white teeth flash, each one precisely in its place, his non-descript brown hair falling down into his eyes.
"can you tell me where I can get a haircut ma'am?"
"yessir, right down the street, old man ganvy's been cutting hair for 34 years...if you believe what he says, which I don't recommend myself..."
"yes well, thank you for the advice, and the coffee, this is for both, and this is for another slice of that cheesecake. and could you tell me what day it is? I've got an engagement Ohio on sunday."
"why...thank you sir, this is quite generous, and I do believe it is Tuesday sir."
"thank you again ma'am. you're a very sweet lady."
The Man walks out of the cafe and heads down to the barber shop, gets a haircut and tips the barber generously. after asking the man for directions to a good hotel, he leaves. by friday, He was gone again, the only perso left in Heflin, Alabama was a little old waitress who used to work at a hole-in-the-wall cafe, she was sent to intensive care where Doctors confirmed that her spinal cord had been perforated at least seven times by some very thin object. she was put into traction indefinately, and psychological counseling revealed that her mind had been completely destroyed by a severely traumatic experience. The only person whom could be identified from security footage was a man with non-descript brown hair and black eyes, wearing a black trenchcoat and black gloves of an odd design. one tape revealed a conversation between him and the old woman. by the time his destination in Ohio was found, his trail was already three days old. no one saw the man again for twenty years until remote incidents began popping up where reports described a man with non-descript brown hair and black eyes, a black trenchcoat, and black gloves of an odd design, in each case, all witnesses died of unusual causes within four days of testifying.each report stated him to appear to be a man in his mid-twenties. one month after the serial murders started, they stopped again. police believed it was the work of several people attempting to recreate the murderer who destroyed the small towns of Heflin, Alabama and Akron, Ohio until the trails were found to lead to a small cottage in the foothills of montana, where detailed descriptions of all the victims from every murder were found. no trail was picked up from there however.
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alright folks! take it from there. all I wish to say is that is has to be modern day. I just set up the background for this guy. I'll post daily if I can think up something to add, but I want other contributions as well!
[This message has been edited by shade (edited September 03, 2002).]
