Jan 04 2009
Four years later.
FOUR YEARS LATER.
The room was darkened in the area he was sitting in besides the dim light dangling down from the ceiling above. He sat there at the small squar table, sipping from his glass of whiskey, chewing his lips and feeling them slowly get numb, his fingers tapping at the wooden table top, looking around, his eyes squinted and eye color Green. The bar had been empty, leaving only Three men chit chatting. Hearing the others talk about a very interesting subject, he smirked slowly, looking down at the table, listening in, pulling his hood over his head.
“Heard he cut their heads off-” Went a bulky older man.
“Nah, man, he cut out their hearts, served ‘em to pack of wolves.” interrupted another.
“It doesn’t matter what he did, they can’t find him.” Went a young man.
“There’s wanted signs everywhere, boy, their bound to catch him, sooner or later.” Said the bulky man with a definite nod.
“And i heard, he’d rather be caught later then sooner.” Said Gabriel standing from the table hidden in the corner, taking slow steps, throwing his hood back, crossing his arms over his chest, a wicked little smirk spreading across his lips slowly. “And yet, you don’t hear me complaining about shit. Now do you?”
Gabriel had changed, after all Four years had passed since that blood-curring chrismas eve he had. His appearance had changed immensely, his body being more built, more muscular. Instead of the brown locks he use to have, he had bleach blond, his eyes being dark forest green. Legally he went by the name of Demetrius Saw, having stolen a dead man’s identity Three Summers ago, but he had an alias, he used more then anything else, when making chaos, killing innocent people. Zao, just Zao, the end off all things, which he would succeed.
“Z-Zao.” Stuttered the younger man of the two who had stood to his feet quickly, grabbing a near pool stick, leaving Gabriel letting out a low laugh, grabbing a chair and sitting at the table with the Two remaining men, looking as if they had seen a ghost.
“Know what i like most about what i do? I’ll tell you.” Gabriel smirked, looking at the frightened grown men and then to their cups, their alcohol starting to sizzle and Boyle slowly. “I like it when they scream…beg for their loved ones to be there, but i simply don’t care you see? I don’t care if they have loved ones who will morn over them, i don’t care if they piss me off, as long as they pay the price. You see, i pick my target randomly, or not so random..They have to be somewhat special, not a boring human-being.”
Gabriel slowly stood up, his appearance changing. The man standing there as Gabriel changed the blond hair, green eyes and muscular man changed into an older women; light brown locks, brown eyes, short and skinny.
“Why did you let him kill me, Sweetie, why? I thought you’d do anything to protect me.” Gabriel went, the woman’s voice which went with the women he shape-shifted into. He was talking to the youngest man of the three. “Why? I loved you so much, son-”
“Stop it!” had pleaded the youngest man, the other two getting up bewilder and looking frightened
“You let him kill me, like i’ll do to- you.” As Gabriel had said that last word, his voice had changed in to a demonic hellish way, his appearance changing into what he looked like before. He instantaneously pulled out a knife from his back pocket, flicked it open, grabbing it firming by the handle, it sizzling, smoking and soon turned to a glowing red, stabbing the man he had been harrassing square in the chest, his blood heating up, soon to boil nicely from the heat of the blade still locked into his chest.
Gabriel smirked, pulling out the knife, letting the body fall to the floor hard, the other men, staring, their lips quivering, letting him chuckle, pointing his hand at the bar filled with different bottles of alcohol, letting out a fireball torpedo at it, an explosion arising.
