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Re: [p]ut your hands in the air and don't make a sound
« Reply #30 on: January 08, 2019, 01:35:40 PM »
luka fox.
we're gonna shoot you, we're gonna shoot you
honestly, luka preferred to have silas doing all of the work. not only because it had been hard to part with the love of his life, precious arm, but also because the clean-up was the most boring part of the job. the most fun part wasn’t the “planning,” like silas tried to insist, and burying some chopped-up body parts definitely wasn’t luka’s definition of fun.

so that’s why silas was left to do all of the work, while luka stood at the top of the excavation site. his eyes gleamed with a mischievous spark in their depths as silas became frustrated that the blond wouldn’t help him out of the hole. oh, where was the fun in that, silas? where was the fun in that?

“i think it’s hilarious,” he stated slowly,, before kicking the ground, sending dirt silas’s way. it was enough for his lips to curl upward out of slight amusement, peering down at silas as the brunet continued to grow more and more frustrated. “you’re only great company to the dead,” he responded matter-of-factly, only to laugh at his own joke moments later. most jokes humans made weren’t funny; it was only reasonable for him to laugh at his own, he supposed.

”what? are you getting nervous?” he asked as he crouched down and looked at silas, searching his features. he loved to watch people squirm, and a psycho like silas would be even more enjoyable… although the shtick was rather enjoyable, though, the moment he heard a car come onto the street, close to them, and turn off, he supposed that was the time to make the getaway.

“i suppose i should get going…” he turned his head, as if about to get up and leave silas there, but moments later merely stuff his hand out for the brat to take. “i don’t know… you’d look terrible in stripes, wouldn’t you?” pulling him up, he grunted slightly and muttered, “you weigh a ton,” before they made their dash together out of the yard. only moments after they reached safety, hidden in the darkness, were the backlights of the house turned on, the family stepping onto their porch to spend some time together out back.

and, although it wasn’t nearly as satisfying as murdering someone, the thought of almost being caught… it caused such a rush. not that he was going to let silas know that. instead, all he did was glance over at the other as he brushed invisible dirt off of himself. “what, did you not want to give them company, too?” the thought of silas interacting with someone seemed strikingly odd.. he didn’t know why, just that the thought of silas being a people person definitely wasn’t a possibility.

finally, something he could see was mutual.


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Re: [p]ut your hands in the air and don't make a sound
« Reply #31 on: January 12, 2019, 06:26:15 AM »

YOUR FACE IS AS MEAN
AS YOUR LIFE HAS BEEN
( AND IF IT'S THE LAST THING I EVER DO )
I'M GONNA GET YOU ...


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SILAS PORTER OVERTON.

He knew that he shouldn't have trusted this douche bag for even a second - what else did he expect from Luka? The man was sadistic, callous and cruel, of fuckin' course he'd stress Silas out by refusing to help him back up. As the bleach blond kicked soil Silas' way, he squeezed his eyes shut, shriveling his face up as he felt dirt smack against his face. "Thanks for that." Silas uttered sarcastically, roughly swatting dirt away from him before squinting back up at Luka, curling his lip.

"Nervous? Pfft - no." Silas quickly stumbled over his words, trying to act nonchalant as he shrugged. "Just wanna get out." Of course he was nervous - no, even worse, he was shittin' himself silly. If he'd timed this correctly, there were supposed to be on their way back home by now. They'd not even risk bumping into the family who lived here. If they were to find Silas sat at the bottom of their future swimming pool, Silas was pretty certain they'd be at least a little suspicious. So, Luka, c'mon dick ass. Hurry up.

And then, just as Silas feared, he could hear a car turning onto the drive, and his eyes began to grow wide. "Are you fuckin' kidding me?!" He squeaked, trying to scramble out of the hole but to no avail. Was Luka seriously gonna leave him in there?! "Luka, you fuck!" He called out in a shouty whisper as the blond turned to walk away before... Relief. A hand was finally held out for Silas to take, along with a sarcastic quip that Silas would surely ignore and, in no time, he'd manage to crawl out of the hole. "Oh yeah? Am I heavy or are you just weak as fuck? Cause I'd say the latter." He bit back self-consciously, grumbling through his teeth as he scrambled behind Luka so that the boys could make their great escape.

Just in time as well, as when they turned the corner, Silas could hear the back porch's sliding door squeak open, the family gushing about how fantastic their meal was. Silas released a deep breath, relief washing over him as he peered over his shoulder to take one last glance at the home they'd escaped from before continuing to stroll down the side walk. "Did you not want to give them company, too?" Luka said, and all Silas could do was quietly laugh to himself. "You're such an asshole, you know that?" He commented, taking one quick glance at Luka with an amused gleam in his eyes.

It was funny, because Silas hated how batshit crazy this guy was... But, he was endearing. To be quite honest, that's the most fucked up kinda Stockholm Syndrome shit Silas had ever come across, if you asked him; this Luka guy was stuck with Silas now, so he supposed he'd have to get used to the new, bizarre company. But, the more Silas began to think about it, the more he actually felt... Like Luka just got Silas. Nobody would have a deeper understanding of a killer's mind than a killer himself. Silas chose to walk home in a comfortable silence, any quip or snarky comment from Luka being brushed off by a series of uninterested hums and grunts.

He hated how he kind of enjoyed Luka's company. He was a fuckin' loony, but he was actually sort of fun to be around. Silas got to his front door, feeling around in his pockets for his house key but it was no where to be found. "What the fuck did I do with the keys." He mumbled to himself, frowning before releasing a stressed sigh and growling, "Oh, what the hell." And, with that, he walked around and climbed through the broken window into the house, peering over his shoulder to glance at Luka. "Good thing you helped me - I would've kicked your flat ass otherwise." He paused before chuckling to himself and wandering into his bedroom.
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Re: [p]ut your hands in the air and don't make a sound
« Reply #32 on: January 12, 2019, 02:50:49 PM »
luka fox.
we're gonna shoot you, we're gonna shoot you
“alright. run me through the plan, again.”
luka was already high off the thought of murder. he could feel his fingers trembling with anticipation, even after he shoved them in his pockets during their late night stroll. luka and silas had taken a few strolls along this sidewalk, whether just nonchalant chatter or for some other irrational reason-- but, tonight, they had actual plans to act out on. silas had told him this plan about a million times, he was sure. did the bleach blond remember the plan?

no, not really.

all that he knew was that this guy and silas must’ve had some sort of beef, or something. all that he knew was that this man liked to stay up late each night watching his soap operas- and liked to leave the back door unlocked throughout the entire night. silas had shown him the blueprints of this house, where each room was and everything (how the hell did he even obtain those things?).. and luka liked to say that he was rather impressed. still didn’t change the fact that he wasn’t quite impressed enough to call silas’s methods more superior than his.

silas was an interesting character. and.. it honestly killed luka to admit how much he intrigued the blond. there had been this weird shift in their dynamic, and although he couldn’t quite put his finger on it, he didn’t like it. it was a kind of relationship where they weren’t fighting and bashing each other as much anymore, where they were on relatively good terms… the kind of relationship where, whenever silas sauntered off to get ready for bed, luka followed, plopped down on the bed, and chatted with him. he knew silas. and the thought of knowing silas honestly terrified him. everything he’d done in life was to strategically lose every ounce of humanity- and this thing between him and silas was far from dehumanizing.

although he wasn’t listening to a thing silas said, he gave the occasional nod, as if he was. only when silas stopped talking did he glance over at the other, smirking slightly. “not a bad idea, huh?” because, yes, silas thought that it was perfect, and silas knew it was a perfect plan. it just hadn’t quite hit luka, yet. “honestly not the worst thing you could’ve come up with.” a silent way of saying that he approved of this, even when he doubted silas was looking for approval. glancing at him, he hesitated for a moment before adding, “you’re not so bad, either. brattiness, aside.”

and that was the nicest thing he’d ever say.

they neared the backyard of this man’s house. plus side to it; this man didn’t have any nearby neighbors. it was just him, alone on this street… beautiful.

strolling up to the back door, he threw leather gloves. he waited a moment, hand on the doorknob, before carefully opening the door. not a single creak; silent entrance. he held it open for silas with a casual, “ladies first.” though, there was an excited gleam in his eyes-- and while sy must’ve thought he’d follow through on this plan he’d heard a thousand times already, luka wasn’t. he wanted to say he was sorry, but.. who could blame him? murder wasn’t meant to have a plan; it was meant to be art.


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Re: [p]ut your hands in the air and don't make a sound
« Reply #33 on: January 14, 2019, 01:21:38 PM »

YOUR FACE IS AS MEAN
AS YOUR LIFE HAS BEEN
( AND IF IT'S THE LAST THING I EVER DO )
I'M GONNA GET YOU ...


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SILAS PORTER OVERTON.

The bitterly cold breeze nipped at the tip of Silas' nose, the dirty blond adjusting the maroon beanie on his head before shoving his hand back into his pocket, other hand mindlessly twiddling about at the baseball bat in his grasp. It was a frigid night, the kind that would cause people to stay inside the warmth and comfort of their homes. The kind of night where Mr Hanson would spend the evening catching up on all of his favorite soap operas... Silly fuck. Silas was cool and collected as he strolled down the sidewalk beside Luka - if he was honest, he was so fucking eager go through with their plans, split open Hansen's big fat head like a juicy coconut.

He peered up over towards Luka as they strolled side by side, squinting his eyes very slightly as he asked him to go over the plans again for what seemed like the thirtieth fuckin' time. It would've annoyed the hell out of Silas if Luka was doing it purely to frustrate him but - nope - even so, Silas wouldn't let the bleach blond get to him. Besides, he'd rather Luka have to sit through and listen to the plans again to ensure he'd not fuck it up for Silas, right? After all, tonight was going to be a good night. It'd surely be a memorable night. After what they had planned for this God awful man, Silas actually felt like quite an unsung hero for the deed he would carry out tonight.

"So, as I said before, we are gonna sneak in, right? He's probably still sat on his ass like the pig he is binge-watching The Bold and the Beautiful at full volume so it won't be difficult to sneak up on him. I wanna have a little chat with him before he goes so I want you to hold him down and then lets get straight to the point and kill him right after. I will swing this bat into the back of his head so hard that I send it straight to hell. Smart ass thinks he can get away with messing me about."

And then, he was quiet. No bickering between them. No snide quips. It was almost as if they got along with each other. Of course, they were not quite there, yet, but Silas could not help himself but feel a sort of respect towards Luka. And, to think Luka wanted to kill Silas when they first met... He supposed everybody made mistakes, though. As for nowadays, he hated to admit that he actually kind of enjoyed sharing his home with Luka. It sort of felt as if they were roommates; he never wanted a roommate, but the company was surprisingly... Nice. Besides, it wasn't like there were many people that Silas could talk about murder to. Luka was mad, but he understood Silas.

Why the hell was he being all gushy about that dumb fuck?

Silas hummed quietly in agreement as Luka praised him for his idea. Though it wasn't necessarily the most inventive as such, it would still be amusing to bash his brains in. After all, it'd be nice to see if a man so fuckin' stupid actually had a brain in that thick head. He raised his eyebrows briefly in a look of contemplation as Luka spoke; sure, it wasn't the worst thing he'd come up with, that was for sure. But then, here came the obligatory insult that had to come with every insult. "Wow, that's the kindest thing you've ever said to me." He commented, voice riddled with sarcasm as he turned down a long windy road towards Hansen's woodland home. "I feel so loved."

And with that, they approached the back door. He stood back for Luka to open it and, with the blond's mocking comment, all Silas could do was shrug and saunter in, uttering as he passed, "Bitches last." And then, this was where the fun began. He glanced over his shoulder to have a look at Luka, a look of concentration riddling his features, before he followed the sound of television adverts. He approached behind the sofa, picking up the remote control on the side table and switching the television off as the large man flinched in surprise. "What the hell?!" He bellowed angrily, though Silas was already fascinated with the terror in his eyes. "We've come to have a little talk with you, Hansen."
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Re: [p]ut your hands in the air and don't make a sound
« Reply #34 on: January 14, 2019, 04:27:45 PM »
luka fox.
i want blood, guts, and chocolate cake
you would think silas would even wonder why luka would have opened the door for him. if it had been any other night, luka would’ve closed the door behind him and left silas to open it for himself. it was always the smallest of details that gave the bleach blond away. tonight, though, it looked like he was going to get away with it. he hadn’t left the door open for silas because he was being kind, nor just for the fact that he could say ‘ladies first’ to the man in front of him. no, no, no- he would’ve said something far more witty, if that had been the case. rather, it was so silas was ahead of him, and couldn’t see luka plotting against him.

his eyes wandered around absently as they both stepped inside- only meeting silas’s when he saw the other turn his head to look back at him. he mirrored the other’s concentrated look, knowing just how to contort his face to reflect such a look- only for it to disappear as silas snuck further into the house. luka, on the other hand, slowly walked down the hall, looking around at the place. what hideous decor. he only stopped when he saw something absolutely delightful. a toolbox. it was near where the entrance to the garage was supposed to be.. the idiot must’ve been too lazy to move the extra five feet to get it put away. what a lazy victim.

”we’ve come to have a talk with you, mr. hansen.”

he could hear the voice carry from the living room, and all he did was ignore the words as he rummaged through the many supplies in the box. was there anything absolutely painful? a nail gun, an axe? … he didn’t know what to expect, but he supposed that the hammer would have to do. he’d come in here expecting to use a knife, anyway- and as much as he loved the knife, a hammer seemed to fit the drama that this soap-opera buff must’ve been aiming for. at least he’d get to die dramatically and with fashion, luka supposed.

as he went to find the pair, he whistled a tune - a beautiful score by bernard herrmann - to himself. one hand was fixed on the handle, the other holding the head, turning it around in his hand as he absently studied it. following silas’s voice, as the talkative brat kept talking - damn, did he have a speech prepared to read off of or something? - and came into the living room. the man seemed too horrified to rally pay much attention to what silas was saying, or what luka was doing. he was glued to his seat on that sofa. aw. that’s no fun. he’d been expecting some dramatic chase around the house, with the man screaming the cliches; no, please! why, god, why!? help! however, none of those remarks came from this man. luka had been expecting something better than this.

he walked casually past silas, eyes lifting from the weapon to instead settle on the man once he got close enough. continuing to whistle, he raised the hammer and, along with the final note of the tune, brought the weapon down with a vicious crack! upon striking the man’s head. blood splattered. the man’s pained groans were so quiet they were barely audible, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. and everything after that was honestly a blur, to luka. all he cared about was the blood splattering everywhere as he continued to strike the man to a bloody pulp, a few huffs of amusement passing his lips, tilted upwards into a smile.

the only time he stepped back from the moment was when the body looked absolutely massacred, the blood-stained couch dripping droplets of blood. god, it was beautiful. turning around to look at sy, he couldn’t help but grin as he held the hammer out to him. “well, did you want a crack at it?”

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