Bloodlust, Written by a Fan Fiction Newbie Options

[The Metal Mallet]

Greetings, I have been a fairly longtime reader of the Fan Fiction section of these forums (back when it was still W4O) as a guest. I thought it was about time to get out of "veil" per se. Hopefully, this Fan Fic will be enjoyable for you guys as your fics have been enjoyed by me. Criticism is always appreciated. Anyways, here it is!


- Bloodlust -

The knife slashed through the man’s throat with ease, causing an eruption of blood to pour out the gaping tare. A shocked gurgle escapes the man’s lips as he begins to pale. The only warmth he feels is the body that is holding him up and the bodily fluid running down his chest. His eyes finally cloud over, still locked in their state of shock. The body is then silently lowered to the ground.

The killer stares down at his latest handiwork. What a rush! The sound of the blade tearing through skin and flesh, the sudden burst of blood spouting out the wound, even the sickly sweet scent of the man’s life force intoxicated him. He inhaled the scent deeply as he bent over to clean off his knife on the man’s shirt. This was just another stepping stone in order to prepare himself for his main goal.

Vengeance, he thought, I will have it soon. I just need to make sure my skills are up to par to get away with this. Hopefully this gets you quivering in those expensive boots of yours as well.

The figure cloaked in darkness exited the alley where he committed his crime, casually integrating with the night’s pedestrians. As he passed a homeless man and his fire barrel, he casually tossed his bloodstained gloves into the flames. An experienced killer will not leave any incriminating evidence. Fortunately he didn’t get any blood on his clothes this time.

After handing the homeless man some coins, he continued on. The journey home was uneventful after that. No one paid any attention to the moderately well-dressed man walking down the street. No one knew the chaotic thoughts running through his mind at the moment. No one knew the pain and suffering he has gone through to get this far, or the lengths to which he’ll go to achieve what he wants. All they see is an average man who prefers black colours and cloaks. No one would suspect he was the one behind the current string of murders that have been happening.

The killer arrived at his home, located in a quiet, peaceful part of Kvatch. As he hung up his cloak, he contemplated his next move. The best approach would be to wait a couple of days before initiating his next murder. There was no need to be hasty and become careless. The point was to get away with his mission in the end; suspicions must be avoided at all costs.

As he climbed into bed, his thoughts were still running through his actions of the night, reliving every beautifully bloody moment. He closed his eyes and knew what his dream was going to be. It has always been the same recently.

Sweet, bloody revenge.

This post has been edited by The Metal Mallet: Jun 19 2006, 05:52 AM

[The Metal Mallet]

It's always nice to have an ego boost when a moderator comments on your fic! Hopefully it won't go to my head too much.... I RULE HAHAHA!!!.... Oops, sorry. Anyways, back to the story!

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Captain Savlian Matius expected the message to attend Count Goldwine’s lunch this afternoon, considering what happened the previous night. Another one of his men were found dead in an alley with their throat slit. This would be the fourth guard taken out by, most likely, the same person who murdered the previous three. All of them were identical, and they were all found in the same vicinity. Obviously, this person had a personal grudge against authority. The scary part about the situation was that the murderer was skilled. No witnesses, no fingerprints, no suitable evidence whatsoever. The person was a ghost.

His thoughts were still troubled as he entered the dining room of Count Goldwine’s castle. The Count was all ready helping himself to his venison, but Savlian still snapped a salute to avoid insulting Goldwine. He knew about his short temper. Goldwine waved him over to a chair by his side, chewing his venison the entire time. Supposedly, the Count does not need to show the same courtesy as Savlian.

“So,” Goldwine begins, still working on the meat in his mouth, “I think you know the reason why I asked you to come see me today, correct?”.

Savlian knew he had to choose his words wisely to avoid further anger on the Count’s part. “Yes I do. I now have some ideas to help us out”.

“Oh, so “now” you have some ideas. Good job. It only took you four murders!”.

Dammit, thought Savlian, I all ready have him on his bad side… “Sorry sir. Sometimes it takes drastic events to spur one’s thoughts. The plans I have should work effectively”.

“Okay, lets hear them,” Goldwine says dismissively.

“Well, all of the murders were done in secluded spots and the man was obviously alone at the time because we don’t have witnesses. So, if we just keep the guard away from these secluded spots, they won’t fall into a trap. Also, if we keep the guards in pairs, at the least, then that should deter the killer because you can’t silently kill two men. One of them will notice what’s happening, then, being the trained fighters that they are, they should be able to apprehend or kill the murderer. Once the element of surprize is broken, the murderer more than likely will give up”.

“Sounds effective enough. But I warn you now, I’m not pleased with your progress on catching our culprit. I want someone to hang for this, not laugh about it once they’ve had their fill of killing since it has become too dangerous for them,” Goldwine scolded Savlian as if he were a child, “Now go see to your duties”.

Savlian snapped another salute as he rose from the table and left. He didn’t even had a chance to have at least one bite of that venison. Damn that greedy Count.


Later on...

The soldiers within the barracks could tell by the loud bang of a slamming door that the Captain was in a bad mood. Throughout the day, all conversation was about the previous night’s murder. Now they were about to hear the backlash from the Captain.

“Men, gather around. Right now,” Savlian ordered the men. He took a deep breath to try to calm himself down. He knew he shouldn’t take out his frustrations out on his men. They were doing the best they could, considering the situation. So was he, but they needed some headway in the case. If he didn’t, for all he knew the Count would put the rope around his neck. Therefore, the sooner this killer was caught, the better.

“How did the meeting with the Count go Cap?” one of the soldiers asked ignorantly.

“He isn’t pleased. For the most part that’s my fault since the investigations have not been doing well and preventative measures haven’t been made. But the latter will be fixed as of this moment. From now on, while you are out on your patrols, you will remain in groups of two at the least. I suggest three but I’m leaving that up to you. Also, use extreme caution when entering the alleys, I would even go as far as to avoid them unless it is absolutely necessary to investigate them. You all know that has been where this person strikes so be smart. I don’t want any heroes,” Matius says, looking sternly around the room, making sure each man understands. He then smirks, “Leave the hero stuff to me”.

His small joke brings a few chuckles from the men, or a couple of smiles. One must do things like that during trying times like these. Everything can’t just be doom and gloom. There needs to some light for which someone can try to hold on and pull themselves out of the darkness. Or else, how can hope exist at all? Without hope, there’s nothing to strive for, and then all is lost to our own personal darkness. Yes, sometimes just lightening up the mood with a laugh reminds someone that there is still some light to cling to.

“In light of the new patrol procedure, I will have a new patrol schedule set up. These changes are immediate. It works just like the old one, the only difference is that you include who is patrolling with you,” Savlian states and he takes down the old schedule and posts the new one, “Oh yes, and it’s first come, first serve for timeslots”.

With that statement, the entire barracks decides to hurry over to the schedule and Savlian Matius decides to take his leave of the barracks to visit the latest crime scene.