An Escape [Solo]

[Hyde]

Hyde kneeled at the edge of the rooftops above Noire Alley, the full moon rising behind him. The fools below don't even know that we're here. Kill them. Kill them. Kill. Kill. His tongue escaped his mouth as he smiles and slowly glided along his lips, tasting the night air. He watched as two men made their way through the alley with a drunk patron of The Obsidian Den. Whether he was their friend or not did not bother the young Heretic in the least nor did it matter. They would die all the same, baptizing the night with the sweet crimson liquid. Look at the fit one, I bet he likes it rough. Hyde cast Silent Move before dropping down behind the three men, his scythe ringing in the night air. He silently walked forward behind the men and smiled as he went unnoticed.

Hyde gets closer to the three with each step, trying to contain his excitement as the men begin to stumble. Start at a distance, hit them with a spell then go in for the kill. The last word echoed through his head over and over as his hand twitched, the miasma flowing through his veins. He slowly runs his hand along the length of the scythe blade a purple mist forming behind it as Hyde casts Oblivion Claw. He takes 5 points of corruption as the spell takes hold on the scythe blade.


He swung his scythe with all his might, trying to eliminate all three men with one attack. The tip of his scythe scratches the skin of the man on the right, inflicting him with a curse and dealing 1% damage to his HP. The man on the left was left untouched as Hyde's scythe connected with the middle man, cleaving his entire body in half. Yes. Yes. Yes! Anima, give me more. More. More!

coded by benetnasch of THQ

HP:
100%

MP:
90%

Corruption:
5 points

Words:
312

Notes:
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[Hyde]

He watched as the drunk man, who was left unaffected by the last attack stumble over himself as the upper torso of his companion slaps into the wall next to him. It sounded like a wet sponge hitting the floor, making Hyde's smile grow even more as he flings the blubbles off his scythe blade. "Die humans, just die and let me feed on your Anima." Hyde begins to laugh uncontrollably as the men attempt to run away from him, only fueling his desire to finish them. Kill. Kill. Turn them into Anima. I want to see their in Anima, their bubbles. Paint me a picture on the sky with their bodies. Hyde raises his and and points at the sober man, his teeth gritting as he casts Shackles of the Sentenced.

A mist forms around the mans ankles before black chains burst from the ground, wrapping around the man and pulling him to the ground. The moon reflecting the violet hue off the chains as they clink softly. Hyde silently walks up the the man as his drunken friend keeps tripping his way up the alley. I Just knew he'd like being tied up, he is a naughty naughty boy. Let's have fun with him first, please let me play with him. Nyuuuu~ Hyde reached down and picked the chained man up and licked the side of his face. The man began begging for his life as Hyde stared at him, his smile fading. Dirty boy! He's so dirty! Gross, he looks like me might taste good but he's dirty and I don't want him.

Hyde dropped the man and plunged his Scythe into him, feeling it connect with the man's ribs. He pushed the scythe grip away from himself and tugged it up at the same time. His smile returning as the crack of bone fills the night air. The chains binding the man disapate as purple smoke as the man screams more and more, both begging to be spared and pleading for the pain to stop. The poor man is in pain, stop toying with him. Why must we always kill people? Try making more friends, be nice to them. Shut up! Kill him, paint the sky with his Anima. It would really brighten this place up: do it. Hyde starts laughing as the voices battle inside his head before roughly twisting and yanking the scythe blade out of the man's chest.

Hyde reaches down and grabs one of the Anima bubbles as it floats to the sky and tries to bite it but it escapes his grip. He then turns to the drunken man as he trips and falls into a pile of trash on the side of the alley. The man tries to get up but keeps falling back down as Hyde approaches. Hyde stops and stands over the man as he begins to cry and plead for his life saying he has a wife and kids. "Leave no witnesses. They all must die so I can live..." The words just fell out of his mouth as he stares into the drunk man's eyes. He swings the scythe one final time before climbing his way back to the rooftops, the sky above him filled with the multicolored bubbles of Anima as they return to their source, wherever that may be. 
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coded by benetnasch of THQ

HP:
100%

MP:
90%

Corruption:
6 points

Words:

  555

Notes:
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