Post by Libra/Tachibana on Dec 11, 2019 14:03:17 GMT -4
Is this...hmmm...is this thing recording?
...Testing..testing...testing one two three...I hear the tape running...alright then.
So then. I found this old thing in a box at my apartment. Well, perhaps the better way to say it would be it was salvaged from a box in my apartment after drinking a tad bit. It was red wine, so...I was a biiiit more excited than usual. Around the point where my vision returns and the acid slowly builds up. And whatever I did at the house, it was kinda of a blur. I know I didn’t kill anyone tonight, because I didn’t have my palms badly burnt and regrowing skin patches on my face….where was I? Ri-right. The box. Some stuff I took from the family house by accident when I moved out. Some old stuff including an old tape recorder, dad said it probably was there since..hmmm...2020? No, even earlier, with his dad probably, fuck I dunno.
Reminds me of what I did for classes. I recorded everything with my phone or laptop...did I ever used a tape recorder? No, probably not…pffffft, god just thinking about those days...boy.
...ah...god I think that’s when I had my first real killing. Not my roommate, that was a semi-accident. Semi as in I just went with the flow once it started...no no no, this whole thing started with a simple thing...boredom. Boredom of what to do on a night such as this one. You can tell even with the whole word red that the stars are out tonight, with the light pollution barely slowing it down. It was a night like this that you get to think of stuff. Stuff you normally wouldn’t do. Like the recent murder of a former roommate.
Not sure if she deserved the horrible maiming, followed by death on a hospital bed. Convenient, i guess. A nice way to cover it up when her boyfriend was at the hospital, and she died. But I swear I didn’t use that much acid on her. It was the first time I realized I had acid? It was an odd feeling, that’s for sure. The feeling of actual murder. A massive crime. Assault and battery. And yet I was thinking about it again. Just that idea of her voice loudly peaking...then quietly burning away her throat. Not sure what she saw on my face. For all I know she probably saw me either confused, angry...or smiling. A simple smile, serene as ever. The burning flesh did nothing to remove it.
Barring legal reprimand, I think the fact I wasn't disturbed by attempting to kill her might have been a bad thing...nah probably not. It was a miracle I didn't get caught...Why didn't I get caught? Who knows, maybe not a lot of people on the floor building.
Nights like that make you want to relive that feeling. But...again, actual murder. First off, you’ll go to jail for that. Second off, have you seen the laws and regulations for murder? Surprisingly more than you think. But that idea, that feeling stuck in my head....I had to get that droning thought out of my head for a bit.
I grabbed a walking stick, w spare hoodie and a surgery mask, and headed off to the night. I focused and closed my eyes during the walk, in suspense of what’s to come, to trigger this same reaction...but nothing really happened. What was that triggered it again? Determination? No, that used to be it when I was in year 2. I just walked and made sure to check my surroundings when something came up. I tapped and swiped at my right…no wall there. I was in front of an alleyway. My interest peaked again, and I soldiered on onward.
I couldn’t kill someone in the middle of the street. I wasn’t an idiot. You don't kill someone in front of people, you need to plan this out. A bit strange to think of since now i just...ya know, but maybe it was the nerves. To have doubt in your mind before you do something risky, it's really human to have. It's since long eroded within me, now i just kill whatever i want. But back then, it was harder. Can I just kill someone? Wouldn't anyone miss them if they were found dead? Would anyone find them? The noise of doubt just seems to get louder in my head as I walk around the alley.
There he was. I never really saw their face, but the way they talked was obvious to se-eeeey, 'see.' Ehehe….an-nayway. It was obvious it was a downtrodden homeless figure, yelling at me to leave. And I just shifted my head towards them. I couldn't see them at the time, so I had a sort of made up image of who they were. Shaggy hair, a beard, dead lookin eyes. I just quietly stared at him, slowly breathing beneath that surgery mask. Yelling something, probably swearing nonstop, he smells a bit inebriated. I then slowly walked up to him, and squatted down. He was confused, as I slowly surveyed the ground on which we were both sitting on. I felt something, like...a broken piece of glass. There it was. A good thing to use. He started to get a bit nervous as I held it up in front of him, holding him down with my left hand. He began to whimper, and I guess looking back on this...I wished I activated my quirk before this...I would have loved to see the look on his face. The look on his face as I slowly drove the shard of glass on my left hand, over his shoulder.
...Ya know something? This is gonna sound weird but...hmm...You know, why did i do that? I...well now I know why I did that. But back then, I was surprised as he was. He had no way to escape, I made sure of that. I could have just killed him by placing this glass through his throat. Why my hand? It was hurting a lot, with the hand serving as the only protection he had from a glass shard through his shoulder. It was hurting a lot. Blood slowly appeared from where the shard was piercing through, my nerves slowly relaying that intense pain, making me grimace. But I went through with it. I didn't know I could have healed from this, I was fully expecting to never use this hand ever again. Why did i do it? It was really hurting a lot.
...It was hurting a lot. A lot of blood. That grimace soon turned into a smile. My eyes dilated. Oh wow, It was hurting a lot! Just...wow!
….Pff, god this sounds so obvious now….
And then it finally happened. Same phenomenon happened again. The deep red that I once saw was slowly shifting. I just started to see something a vague shape. Still in red, mind you, but soon I just...I can see that man's horrified face as he saw a woman slowly turn grey, her hair slowly growing messier, with her veins slowly popping in and glowing. The sounds got louder, my ears started to hurt, my nose felt like someone was driving it on a metal presser. I was about to stop, not going to lie. This never really happened before, that's what I thought. I was...kinda scared. And the faintest smell of something emerged. It came from the man. It wasn't the typical stink of a drunkard, but...the same smell she had holding her roommate's throat...it was burning. He was starting to scream, so out of a reflex I let go of the glass shard and just grabbed his mouth with my other hand, muffling his cries. I didn't know I was searing off his lips. And I saw a trace of something dripping off my hands, and it fell to the pavement, slightly sizzling.
And then I realized it, my surgery mask fully melted, revealing a massive grin with my flesh burning off and slowly regrowing. This was what I did to my roommate.
I had to continue, obviously. Placing both my hands over his face, hushing him as he probably died from that, but even if he did I didn't stop. I just continued to burn off his flesh, his hair, his limbs, it was all a massive jigsaw and It was...wow, looking back on it, I had no idea what I was doing. By the end of it, there lay a horrible mesh of flesh, unrecognizable from the man that once stood there. I just stood back up, with a melted glass shard embedded on my left hand, and the ambience going full on...and I was no longer bored.
….Naturally, someone came by, saw this, screamed, and I had to book it, obviously.
…*COUGH*
...So that's it really. Later down the line I used my speed to, well, speed up the process, and got better at the whole thing. Compared to now, I was really sloppy. So sloppy...there's something nice about sloppy though. Maybe I should do that again..for memory lane's sake.
...ahhahahah, oh boy, I talked a lot. And now there's evidence of this...ehehehe...hmm...I should probably destro-
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The recorder was destroyed and later melted, with no trace of it salvageable for future usage.
...Testing..testing...testing one two three...I hear the tape running...alright then.
So then. I found this old thing in a box at my apartment. Well, perhaps the better way to say it would be it was salvaged from a box in my apartment after drinking a tad bit. It was red wine, so...I was a biiiit more excited than usual. Around the point where my vision returns and the acid slowly builds up. And whatever I did at the house, it was kinda of a blur. I know I didn’t kill anyone tonight, because I didn’t have my palms badly burnt and regrowing skin patches on my face….where was I? Ri-right. The box. Some stuff I took from the family house by accident when I moved out. Some old stuff including an old tape recorder, dad said it probably was there since..hmmm...2020? No, even earlier, with his dad probably, fuck I dunno.
Reminds me of what I did for classes. I recorded everything with my phone or laptop...did I ever used a tape recorder? No, probably not…pffffft, god just thinking about those days...boy.
...ah...god I think that’s when I had my first real killing. Not my roommate, that was a semi-accident. Semi as in I just went with the flow once it started...no no no, this whole thing started with a simple thing...boredom. Boredom of what to do on a night such as this one. You can tell even with the whole word red that the stars are out tonight, with the light pollution barely slowing it down. It was a night like this that you get to think of stuff. Stuff you normally wouldn’t do. Like the recent murder of a former roommate.
Not sure if she deserved the horrible maiming, followed by death on a hospital bed. Convenient, i guess. A nice way to cover it up when her boyfriend was at the hospital, and she died. But I swear I didn’t use that much acid on her. It was the first time I realized I had acid? It was an odd feeling, that’s for sure. The feeling of actual murder. A massive crime. Assault and battery. And yet I was thinking about it again. Just that idea of her voice loudly peaking...then quietly burning away her throat. Not sure what she saw on my face. For all I know she probably saw me either confused, angry...or smiling. A simple smile, serene as ever. The burning flesh did nothing to remove it.
Barring legal reprimand, I think the fact I wasn't disturbed by attempting to kill her might have been a bad thing...nah probably not. It was a miracle I didn't get caught...Why didn't I get caught? Who knows, maybe not a lot of people on the floor building.
Nights like that make you want to relive that feeling. But...again, actual murder. First off, you’ll go to jail for that. Second off, have you seen the laws and regulations for murder? Surprisingly more than you think. But that idea, that feeling stuck in my head....I had to get that droning thought out of my head for a bit.
I grabbed a walking stick, w spare hoodie and a surgery mask, and headed off to the night. I focused and closed my eyes during the walk, in suspense of what’s to come, to trigger this same reaction...but nothing really happened. What was that triggered it again? Determination? No, that used to be it when I was in year 2. I just walked and made sure to check my surroundings when something came up. I tapped and swiped at my right…no wall there. I was in front of an alleyway. My interest peaked again, and I soldiered on onward.
I couldn’t kill someone in the middle of the street. I wasn’t an idiot. You don't kill someone in front of people, you need to plan this out. A bit strange to think of since now i just...ya know, but maybe it was the nerves. To have doubt in your mind before you do something risky, it's really human to have. It's since long eroded within me, now i just kill whatever i want. But back then, it was harder. Can I just kill someone? Wouldn't anyone miss them if they were found dead? Would anyone find them? The noise of doubt just seems to get louder in my head as I walk around the alley.
There he was. I never really saw their face, but the way they talked was obvious to se-eeeey, 'see.' Ehehe….an-nayway. It was obvious it was a downtrodden homeless figure, yelling at me to leave. And I just shifted my head towards them. I couldn't see them at the time, so I had a sort of made up image of who they were. Shaggy hair, a beard, dead lookin eyes. I just quietly stared at him, slowly breathing beneath that surgery mask. Yelling something, probably swearing nonstop, he smells a bit inebriated. I then slowly walked up to him, and squatted down. He was confused, as I slowly surveyed the ground on which we were both sitting on. I felt something, like...a broken piece of glass. There it was. A good thing to use. He started to get a bit nervous as I held it up in front of him, holding him down with my left hand. He began to whimper, and I guess looking back on this...I wished I activated my quirk before this...I would have loved to see the look on his face. The look on his face as I slowly drove the shard of glass on my left hand, over his shoulder.
...Ya know something? This is gonna sound weird but...hmm...You know, why did i do that? I...well now I know why I did that. But back then, I was surprised as he was. He had no way to escape, I made sure of that. I could have just killed him by placing this glass through his throat. Why my hand? It was hurting a lot, with the hand serving as the only protection he had from a glass shard through his shoulder. It was hurting a lot. Blood slowly appeared from where the shard was piercing through, my nerves slowly relaying that intense pain, making me grimace. But I went through with it. I didn't know I could have healed from this, I was fully expecting to never use this hand ever again. Why did i do it? It was really hurting a lot.
...It was hurting a lot. A lot of blood. That grimace soon turned into a smile. My eyes dilated. Oh wow, It was hurting a lot! Just...wow!
….Pff, god this sounds so obvious now….
And then it finally happened. Same phenomenon happened again. The deep red that I once saw was slowly shifting. I just started to see something a vague shape. Still in red, mind you, but soon I just...I can see that man's horrified face as he saw a woman slowly turn grey, her hair slowly growing messier, with her veins slowly popping in and glowing. The sounds got louder, my ears started to hurt, my nose felt like someone was driving it on a metal presser. I was about to stop, not going to lie. This never really happened before, that's what I thought. I was...kinda scared. And the faintest smell of something emerged. It came from the man. It wasn't the typical stink of a drunkard, but...the same smell she had holding her roommate's throat...it was burning. He was starting to scream, so out of a reflex I let go of the glass shard and just grabbed his mouth with my other hand, muffling his cries. I didn't know I was searing off his lips. And I saw a trace of something dripping off my hands, and it fell to the pavement, slightly sizzling.
And then I realized it, my surgery mask fully melted, revealing a massive grin with my flesh burning off and slowly regrowing. This was what I did to my roommate.
I had to continue, obviously. Placing both my hands over his face, hushing him as he probably died from that, but even if he did I didn't stop. I just continued to burn off his flesh, his hair, his limbs, it was all a massive jigsaw and It was...wow, looking back on it, I had no idea what I was doing. By the end of it, there lay a horrible mesh of flesh, unrecognizable from the man that once stood there. I just stood back up, with a melted glass shard embedded on my left hand, and the ambience going full on...and I was no longer bored.
….Naturally, someone came by, saw this, screamed, and I had to book it, obviously.
…*COUGH*
...So that's it really. Later down the line I used my speed to, well, speed up the process, and got better at the whole thing. Compared to now, I was really sloppy. So sloppy...there's something nice about sloppy though. Maybe I should do that again..for memory lane's sake.
...ahhahahah, oh boy, I talked a lot. And now there's evidence of this...ehehehe...hmm...I should probably destro-
----
The recorder was destroyed and later melted, with no trace of it salvageable for future usage.
