(continuation to Blood Stained Moon)

After a few moments the captain of the guard was called to the site, even he with all his years in battle and investigating murders in this town was shocked by what he saw. “what in god’s name happened here.” he uttered under his breath as he cautiously walked up to the pikes.

“get these out of here, we don’t need more of the town in a panic over this!” he commanded a few of the guards as one ran off into an alley to get rid of the breakfast he had, had so early this morning.

“yes, sir” two of the guards that said in unison and immediately walked up to the pikes and attempted to remove them from the ground. But all that happened was the scabbed blood on the weapons burst forth the foul liquid they had been holding, just waiting for their prey to touch them. One of the men screamed in horror as his hands were drenched in the crimson essence, the other gritted his teeth and continued his job not knowing that his own hand was now bleeding its self. The pikes were rooted deep into the ground, as if someone with inhuman strength had rammed them into the ground with the single intent to make them almost permanent. After a few tries the man that had continued his work without question gave up and turned to his captain. “sir, permission to cut it from the ground. It seems that it doesn’t want to up root.” he asked saluting, his hand dripping blood down his brow.

“permission granted, just get them the hell out of sight squire.” the man full clad in platemail said with a growl of irritation. The longer this took the more people would see them, and that was horrible for moral. The guard turned back to the pike, and removed his sword from it’s sheath hacking at the wood. A sickening crack echoed through the streets as the head and wood shaft clattered to the ground with a splash like thud. Picking it up the young man left the scene to dispose of it.

It was some time before they decided to venture into the house, both the fear of curses and fear that the man who committed such an act was still hiding in the house waiting for more to kill kept them wary. A small group was sent in to inspect the house before they could go through a full investigation, this was the most disturbing thing that had happened in this town. The air was thick with the smell of blood, heavy with tension. After searching the lower half of home they found no trace of the murderer other than the foot prints in the blood that was spilt across the front hall. They finally started searching the rooms above opening them and leap frogging into the rooms as to try and keep the casualties low if they did find the man responsible. The first man into the room of the baron immediately ran out throwing up in the hall muttering repeatedly “my god, my god only a demon could do such a- only a demon…” there were a few men that could hold their stomachs as the three entered the room they looked at the body in disgust. Any person who could have done this was surely deranged in more ways than one, and a master of his art.

Unknown "stolen property" Lonely - 16 years ago

Blood Stained Moon

Blood dripping from the axe blade, the coble stone floor of the noble man class house welcoming the crimson essence that brings the life of its former owner. Fluidly snaking its way through the mortar veins as if melding with the house it’s self, welcoming it home. The body mutilated, sound absent, the blood’s flow only stopped by it’s quickened drying cycle do to the cool nip in the winter air. The body stuffed into a burlap sack the night is done, the message is sent. As the figure moves from the threshold of the mansion like home it makes its way down the streets of the dock town Veragal towards the wharf. His pace calm and unabated by any one since it was only four hours till dawn, every one was either asleep or passed out drunk from spending their pay at the tavern. After a good while of slipping through the alleys he reaches the docks, a sinister smile coming over his lips in the pail moon light. This was going to be the final resting place of the once grand Landral, baron of this “innocent” little place. They would never find the body, just the blood on the floor in the front hall. The fish shall taste the blood of man this fateful night, and they shall hunger for it from then on.

Untying the sack the figure dumps the bloody nubs into the water, a sickening splash greeting each piece as it connects with the surface. Not being able to help himself the shadow of a man lets out a quiet, sadistic chuckle at his handy work. The carnivores plague that has its grip on these waters immediately swarming each piece as they fight for a bite. This was his cue to leave this place till the next time, it was not his time anymore. As he left the town he nodded to the guards and exchanged a few words and blessings for their safety and his. Ridding off on the black horse that was his since a child, oh so long ago, his cloak falling back in the moon light mile away from the murder. His eyes shown a pail crimson, based by his blue eyes. It was as if he wasn’t even human. only stories told of men like him, and none were believed, till now. This night was destined to happen, to bring about fear in man, to make a mark that would last an eternity.

The next day the town was in a frenzy the home of the victims had the heads of the baron’s successors placed on pikes out front to show that there would be no one to take up his place from his bloodline ever again. The blood dried and caked to the weapons, though the liquid hiding under the thin scab ready to burst forth at the touch of an unsuspecting person. None dare to touch it for fear of being cursed and being the next to die, even the guards shy away from the gruesome sight before them. Yet this wasn’t the worst waiting for them, inside the body of his wife tied to their bed. Her body cut open from her collar bone to her pelvic bone, all of her innards leaked out sitting there preserved by the night chill. Eyes rolled to the back of her skull, mouth gagged with a black piece of cloth, wrists cut, lacerations all over her soft white skin. Though most of her blood absent all together, none on the sheets, walls, ropes. No where to be seen.


(constructive criticism would be appreciated. also tell me what you like about it, and what you think was missing or too overbearing)
Unknown "stolen property" Lonely - 16 years, 1 day ago