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]

Woo! Another update, this one comes straight from the job! I have a bit of spare time on my hands.... Ohwell, enjoy!


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Simion sat on a chair, hands buried in his face. His shoulder racked with silent sobbing, the ecstasy of the murder had long since diminished. He raised his face from his hands, revealing a red and tear stained face. Grief, sadness, and shame encompassed his being as he stared down at the body sprawled on the floor.

He had just killed his only friend he had. No longer would he have someone who understood him to talk to. Sure, he had plenty of disagreements with Lavos before, but they had always been able to settle them eventually. In this case, all arguments were settled permanently. Simion hated it. He couldn't believe that he did it. But wait... It wasn't him who did it. The Voice did it, not him. Since the incident, the throbbing in his head and the mutterings of the Voice had ceased. It was satisfied for now. For how long, Simion had no clue. It would come back, and Simion had no idea if he could resist its persistence.

He couldn't even resist it to save his friend.

A knock at his door caused Simion to jump, hand instinctively going for his dagger. He realised that the knock was too polite to be the Town Guard, so it must be a neighbour or some stranger. He couldn't let whoever it was see the body of Lavos. It would be hard to make up a suitable excuse to explain why there was a dead body in his house.

Wiping away the wetness from his cheeks, Simion tried to compose himself as another polite knock sounded against his door. He opened the door slightly to see who it was and saw the young Imperial who lived across the street. Her concerned expression made him uneasy. "Yes?"

"Sorry to disturb you Mr Mandrake but I thought I heard some odd noises. Is everything all right?" the Imperial asked.

Simion had hoped that the daily noise of Kvatch would mask the argument and the potential noise of a struggle if he ended up having to fight Lavos. It seemed it hadn't worked perfectly. "I broke a lantern and cut myself cleaning it up. Got a bit angry with myself. Sometimes yelling at your stupidity helps," Simion said, attempting a smile.

The Imperial smiled back warmly. "I know what you mean. Sometimes I cut my fingers while preparing vegetables and I just feel like screaming at myself," she said, admitting a chuckle.

Simion let out a soft chuckle as well. "I think I have the situation under control now. But thanks for your concern Miss...?"

"Bernise," she finished.

"Bernise," he repeated, "I'm sorry for not knowing your name, I've been here long enough that I should know. I guess I'm still getting used to being back," he continued, sounding embarrassed.

"Oh, it's understandable, Mr Mandrake. Just take your time," she said kindly, "Well, since my concern is satisfied, I'll take my leave then. Have a good afternoon Mr Mandrake."

"You as well, Miss Bernise," Simion said softly as he closed the door.

He sighed loudly, happy he defused a possible situation. It was then that he realised the throbbing sensation was returning. With that he knew the Voice was soon to follow.

"Do you honestly think she buys that? If she did, she's sure to change her mind once she spots one of those posters around town. She'll turn you in on an instant!"

"No! I've done enough needless killing! It's your fault Lavos is dead! I will not let anyone else be harmed. There's only one more person to kill and then I'm done with it. Done with you!" Simion said determinably.

Simion could almost sense the Voice grinning inside his head. "You seem to be forgetting something... You have a dead body in your house. If the Town Guard were to suddenly showup, just the bloodstains around the house would ruin everything. So what are you going to do with the body?"

"It's the middle of the day so right now, I leave him as he is. Once it's late enough, I sneak out of my house and stash him in an alley. I'll remove his valuables and make seem as if he was mugged. The wound is unlike any I've done to the Town Guard; they'll think it's someone else," he said, hoping to believe his words.

"Fine. That's good enough. For now, clean this place up and stick the body in the corner or something..." the Voice trailed off and the throbbing ceased.



Later that night, a stealthy Simion exited his home with a large lump hanging over his shoulder. He peered into the darkness. Satisfied, he carried the lump to the nearest alleyway.

Little did he notice the flicker of closing curtains coming from the home of a young Imperial woman from across the street.