Road kill [open]

[Caid Brogan]

Caid wasn't too well known around here, or at least not yet. In other places though, he was notorious for committing countless numbers of murders, most of them brutal and graphic. He was indeed a serial killer, and wanted by numerous police throughout the country. Caid liked to travel to do his dirty work, but for some reason, he took a liking to Bridgefield. So he decided to stay here for awhile, and raise some hell. As of now, he was simply walking along side the road, and every so often, a car would pass by. He knew people didn't usually go into the ruins, but he was just on the outskirts of them. He also wasn't too far from the truck stop, and that became clear when he heard a truck coming down the road. Caid stopped where he was, and looked back to see it coming. It was a black Peterbilt, and once it neared him, it slowed before coming to a stop.

The driver opened one of the windows before speaking up. "Need a ride somewhere?" The guy asked. Caid smiled, the look on his face hiding his true intentions. "Just to the nearest gas station." He answered. The trucker nodded and motioned for Caid to get into the truck. Right then, Caid pulled out a gun before opening the door. Then he fired two rounds into the man's head, and he slumped over against the window. From there, Caid walked around to the driver's side before opening the door and yanking the body out. He didn't care if anyone found it, so he simply left it there in the road. Caid then climbed into the cab of the truck, closed the door, and drove away. Not much was out here in the outskirts, so Caid made the decision to drive around and see if he could find anyone on their own. It wasn't rare for a trucker to come across some stranded motorist and drive them somewhere.

However, as Caid drove the road, he noticed the blood on the window. Looking at one of the cup holders, he was glad to find a rag stuffed in it. So he took that, and wiped the blood away before tossing the rag out the window. Now it looked as if nothing at all had happened, and there were no signs of a murder at all. He'd cleaned up the blood, and lucky for him, the bullets didn't hit the window. Should he stop and try to pick someone up, he looked like any ordinary person. Though, that was how Caid fooled people. He had a nice smile and he liked making things seem like he had no bad intentions in mind. He tried to befriend others, gain their trust, and use that to his advantage so he could kill them. Caid wasn't sure though if anyone was really willing to take a ride from a stranger. If you did, you exposed yourself to a number of dangers.

[terrancelukas]

Danger. What an interesting word. What a fascinating word. What a word to describe this place Terrance was residing. Thinking back through all those other places he'd been, Terrance decided this was definitely the worst. Or, in his case, the best. Killings, screaming, a bunch of stupid people who trusted fairly easily. It was perfect. And today, Terrance thought it would be perfect to take a stroll. Somehow, today didn't seem like a killing day. Which, of course, was hilarious, seeing as Terrance almost always had an urge to kill, or at least slice up someone. His latest victim - a slightly heavy girl with amazing skin and eyes that poured salt water and a voice as loud as a train - was still tied and hidden in his little haven, scars still covering her.

But, no screaming for her today. No food either, Terrance figured. His lips pulled up into a dark smirk as he thought about her. She wasn't his favorite victim, oh certainly not, but her voice and her body did pleasure him greatly. Analiese would have been sick with him. At that thought, Terrance's smile instantly fade, replaced by a snarling face. Fucking demons, taking away his only love. Okay, a little strange, he admitted, but not the romance love. His sister. His dear, poor sister, was gone. All because of that damned Demon. Terrance would have liked to kill him.

And here, is where his killing urge grew. While he knew he couldn't kill a demon - at least, not yet - he could still kill a human, or, hell, maybe another hunter-created... thing. Terrance glanced at the road beside him, only just now realizing that his steps had, in fact, taken him to a nearly deserted road, with little cars passing by every once in a while. How was he going to get his fill of killings now? The girl underground could wait. He wanted to kill, not torture, and she was used only for torturing... for now. Eventually, of course, he'd kill her.

Growling to himself, Terrance watched the people in their cars. He figured he could always use a hitch-hike method, though he also knew that that could end up with himself harmed. He snorted. Yeah, right. He wouldn't get harmed. He was too smart, too manipulative, way too easily using his mind to get himself out of tight situations. And so, turning around to see a truck, Terrance stuck out his arm, his thumb up, an innocent, slightly sad expression on his face. Play the part, Terrance. Look helpless.

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[Caid Brogan]

The low rumble of the truck was eerily calming when compared to what had just happened. Some guy was just murdered, and tossed to the side of the road, and everything carried on as if nothing occurred. Caid liked that though, that calm before the storm feeling. And surely, that truck driver wasn't the only one who was going to lose their life today, or at least that's what Caid hoped. One murder in a day wasn't enough, he needed something more like three or four. But hell, he was a serial killer. What else could you expect from someone like him?

And unlike some killers, he wasn't even really close to being caught. The police didn't know his name or what he looked like, since he killed all of his victims afterward. All they knew, was that he killed often, and did so at random. He didn't go after a certain group of people or anything like that. Nope. Caid just went with the pick and choose method. One day, he'd murder a bus full of people, and the day after that, he'd kill some random person walking down the street. Whatever option he chose though, it was clear that you were fucked if you ever met him.

And speaking of meeting people, it looked as if Caid were just about to do that. Up ahead, he saw someone standing by the side of the road, their thumb up as an indication that they needed a ride. The madman slowed the truck down before bringing it to a stop, and reaching over to open the passenger's side door. "Need a lift?" He asked. It was a simple question, but it got straight to the point. Or at least the point for now. In the long run, the point was to kill, but Caid obviously wasn't going to hint at that just yet.

He liked playing games, often setting himself up to look like the victim. Then when he gained someone's trust, or people came to help, he'd turn around and go forth with his true plans. Cruel and evil? Yes, but also fun in his opinion. Caid also wasn't the one to regret much, even if a plan failed. Hell, he wouldn't even care too much if the police caught him. It just meant more fun, and an opportunity to kill some of Bridgefield's finest. So with a genuinely caring tone and a small smile, he waited for an answer.

[terrancelukas]

Terrance listened to the loud, obnoxious sigh and squeel of the truck as it slowed, and eventually stopped. He put on a relieved face, dropping his hand and rushing to the door. He smiled greatfully at the driver, a man, older than Terrance it appeared. More muscled, taller, it seemed. Terrance had to think for a moment, pondering if he really wanted to deal with someone that could easily rip his limbs apart. It didn't take long, however, as he quickly decided that it didn't matter. One way or another, this man was going to die. In Terrance's mind, anyway.

'Need a lift?' The man asked. Terrance bit back a sarcastic reply, simply nodding and breathing out a sigh of relief. "Yes. Yes, sir I do." Terrance said in an innocent voice. He chewed on his lip for a few seconds, looking around as if he were unsure. "Well, I'm kind of a little lost. I was walking to my house, and, well... As you can see, I'm very far away." Terrance let his voice release a small nervous laugh and he looked up at the man with innocent brown eyes. He hadn't darkened his eyes with eyeliner today, so they didn't look creepy. His hair wasn't hairsprayed, so it hung down naturally, brushing his shoulders.

His clothing might have been a give-away, though. He was dressed in black, as usual. No jacket today, showing off his many jelly bracelets that lined his arms. That might save him from his otherwise strange appearance. His shoes were purple plaid, the brand name he wasn't quite sure of. Didn't care much, either. He was wearing black jeans that were loose, but not all together sagging. His shirt had unreadable, strange print in red ink against his black shirt.

"I'm not really sure where the houses are located." He continued, pretending to gulp with nervousness, his eyes going wide with worry as he looked at the truck driver. "I hope you don't mind..." He said, now just waiting for the okay from the man.

[Caid Brogan]

Upon hearing the answer he wanted, Caid's smile grew some, but not in any malicious way. "Well, I can get you back into town." In truth, he really didn't want to head towards the city, since there were quite a few people there. He liked the desolate areas, where others wouldn't be able to notice him if he killed, or attempted to kill someone. The less populated areas also allowed him to leave bodies somewhere, even though it didn't matter to him whether or not someone found them. He's seen the stories on the news that were related to his killings, and again, he was doing quite well when it came to avoiding the police.

So to head back into the city, wasn't part of Caid's plan. And he sat in the truck, he could tell right away that this other person wasn't human. That didn't bother him much though, it meant more of a challenge. Humans were too easy to kill, but they were also one of the more fun kind to toy with. However, along with that "inhuman" feeling that Caid was getting, he also noted that something was strangely missing. Fear. He could easily sense it in people, but this guy seemed to lack it at the moment.

It wasn't entirely too strange, but he'd make sure to keep note of it in his head. For all he knew, he could've come across someone else who liked to kill. Wouldn't that be fun? "I don't mind at all." Caid replied. "Maybe I could take you somewhere where you can call someone, or if you figure out where your place is from here, I could take you there as well." He didn't think the guy would take up that second offering though, not too many would.

It was basically like telling a complete stranger where you lived, and that was just asking for trouble. And even though Caid's broken into homes to kill people before, it wasn't an all too common occurrence for him. So as far as him worrying about Caid coming back and killing someone in their own home, it wasn't something people had to worry too much about. It was just elsewhere, where you had to be cautious of him.

[terrancelukas]

Terrance watched as the other man's smile grew, though he didn't think anything of it. It wasn't a concern of his whether the man wanted to smile or not. After hearing that the man would take him to his destination, Terrance entered the vehicle, shutting the door after him. The door clicked ominously, as if a disasterous thing were about to happen. In that instant, Terrance was surprised by something. His victim wasn't human. This caused a slight panic to arise, his heartbeat quickening. Terrance glanced sideways at the non-human, licked his lips, and sighed. He had to deal with it. Breathing, he calmed himself. What were the chances of meeting another serial killer, right?

'Maybe I could take you somewhere where you can call someone, or if you figure out where your place is from here, I could take you there as well.' The non-human male gave Terrance two suggestions. Call someone? Hah. Yeah right. Who would he call? His dead, drunk, overly-abusive daddy? Oh, wait, maybe his slutty old mommy. Better yet, let's call his dead best friend sister. Another wave of anger threatened to drown Terrance, but he calmed himself again.

"Actually, it might be best to take me home. Honestly, I have no one to call. Family's out of town for a while. I stayed behind because I didn't want to go back to Europe. My house is just outside of town." He explained, casting another glance at the man. Another non-human. Who'd have thought? Another creature created from the hands of idiotic hunters. Of course, he and Terrance were probably both created from a pair of shifters. Not that Terrance cared to know anyting about his parents. He could hardly even call them parents. Especially since they were both in Europe. Daddy was in a coffin, momma was fucking all those European men.

It made Terrance sick to his stomach to know who he resembled most. While his dad was a beater, Terrance wasn't. He preferred cutting. And his mom was a liar, a conniving trickster, manipulative, sexual. Terrance was all of those things, and it sickened him. But, well, he enjoyed it. And who cared who he resembled most? Both parents were out of his life. End of story. That's it, bye-bye. So long idiotic family.

[Caid Brogan]

As soon as the other being got into the truck and shut the door, Caid could sense that slight feeling of panic. Being able to pick up on such things made him a better killer, and he definitely used that to his advantage. If there was fear in a person, Caid liked to manipulate it and play with their mind. Fear itself could do strange things to people, and again, he took advantage of it. It was all a part of his game, and there was no end in sight for him. He'd continue to kill people until the day he was killed himself.

From there, he was a bit surprised to hear the shifter say that he wanted to be taken home. It wasn't what he expected, but he'd go along with it. "If you tell me your address, this truck has a GPS." The GPS was sitting right there on the dashboard, so he could simply put in an address, and it would tell him where to go. Aside from that though, Caid was glad to hear that the house was outside of town. It meant that he didn't have to go into the city, and that was always a plus.

He also heard the mentioning of family, but he didn't put any thought into it. Sure, he used to have a fucked up family of his own, though he didn't like to think about them. His mother, the one and only person he's ever cared for, was dead...murdered by his father. Though as much as it destroyed him back then, Caid no longer cared about her. In his mind, she was the reason why he was so fucked up in the head these days. She had so many opportunities to force him into a mental home as a child, not that he wanted that, and she never did. So that once fond love he had for her, turned into hatred.

And as far as his father went, Caid hated him even more. He was always beaten by him, told that he had no life, and that he was a worthless piece of psychotic scum. All the abuse and the murder of his mother, eventually got to Caid though, and he brutally murdered the man he hated. That, was the point of no return for him. He was pushed off the edge, and never came back. And even though Caid enjoyed being crazy, not all of it was fun and games.

[terrancelukas]

'If you tell me your address, this truck has a GPS.' Terrance heard the guy say. His brown eyes glanced to the dashboard, and, sure enough, there was a GPS right there. He took the GPS, typing in his address. It was easier than just saying it and waiting for the non-human driver to type in the numbers and letters and whatnot. Terrance wondered if this was a suicide mission, though the thought only made him roll his brown pools and smirk. He thought too highly of himself to ever think that he could be harmed by anyone else. Even though, yes, Tobias had beaten him for years. And the demons had emotionally harmed him when they took away his sister.

But, those were exceptions. His dad was much larger than he was back then, and he was so young. And as for the demons. Well, they were demons. Of course they could cause harm, both emotionally and physically. But he was still the best, in his mind. Still able to harm and manipulate anyone he so pleased. Demons included. He had, after all, killed his father. No demon could ever match up to his sperm doner, no matter what. Even though losing Analiese had been a huge toll, it was also a turning point.

Nothing was holding him back anymore, no one could control him anymore. Analiese was the only one he had ever listened to. The only one he was ever truthful with. The only one he actually liked being around. With her gone, there was no one to hold him back. The "sweet" side of Terrance was gone, killed as soon as Analiese was killed. It was shriveled up, gone, poof. Good-bye kindness, good-bye sensitivity, and good-bye human. There wasn't much of anything human about Terrance now, except maybe the way was born. Other than that, though, Terrance had no human characteristics.

Notes -- Sorry it took so long, and sorry it sucks D: But, at least I have a tiny bit of muse, right? T^T

[Caid Brogan]

Caid had expected some sort of answer from the shifter. Instead of speaking though, he had just taken the GPS himself, and put all the information in. That didn't really bother Caid, and if he needed the address for whatever reason, it would still be stored in the system's memory. Though again, he wasn't the sort to break into someone's home and kill them. He did like variety though, so every once and awhile, he'd actually try his hand at it. And it was this variety, that helped him to elude the police. A lot of killers stuck with one way of doing things. Things such as picking people up in cars and killing them, inviting people into their home and killing them, etc. They didn't change.

Caid did though, and you never knew what to expect from him next. Today, he was going with the method of picking up someone who needed a ride. Tomorrow, who knew what he'd do? So after the GPS had calculated a route the address it was given, Caid got the truck going again and began following the instructions he was given. However, he was still making sure to avoid the more populated areas. "So, what brings you out here?" Caid asked, trying to keep something going, and the suspicion away.

It wasn't too often that people walked around the ruins, and when they did, it was usually a curious teenager or two. Unfortunately for them, there were more dangers here than most people expected. Those inhuman beings who liked to be alone, often came to the ruins to seek out some privacy and quiet. Not all of these beings were nice though, and that's where people ran into trouble, usually humans. Caid hated them, and he knew he wasn't alone in that. Humans always thought that they were at the top of the food chain...oh, it humored him at how wrong they were.

As he drove along, Caid was now beginning to think of when a good time would be to show his true intentions. He didn't want to do it too early, but he didn't want to do so too late either. If this shifter got nervous enough, and suspected that something was up, that could ruin quite a few things for him.

[terrancelukas]

The other nonhuman was quiet for a moment after Terrance had set the GPS. For a few minutes, only the feminine voice on the GPS spoke, telling them where to go. Terrance wasn't panicing, but he knew that he'd probably gotten himself into something more than he wanted to. He just hoped that if he was going to die, he wouldn't die painfully. Even though he would deserve it for all the pain he'd put all those other helpless beings through. But he didn't like pain. At all. Those years of abuse from Tobias probably should have made him immune to physical pain. But, nope. It only increased the hurt.

It was probably a funny thing to see a shifter who enjoyed giving pain, hearing the painful screams of others, cower and whimper at the mere suggestion of hurting him. Sure, he'd stuck up for Analiese back when they were kids. But she was his sister. He'd kill to get her back. He knew he couldn't have her back, though. Which not only emotionally hurt him, but it made him pissed off. He wished he could get back at the demons. Who knew, maybe someday he would. 'So, what brings you out here?' The werewolf asked.

Terrance glanced over at him, responding, "Didn't I already explain this to you, sir? I was walking home, and I got lost. Really lost." He said, his voice carefully polite. What an actor he was. What an amazing, fantastic actor. He should get an award. He should get a big celebration, for his greatness. For his manipulation skills, for his intelligence. Yeah. He was pretty fucking awesome. "And before you ask, I was walking with friends to one of the stores back there. They decided to go back to one's house, but I didn't want to." He elaborately made up. God he was so damn smart.