Kreatur [Open/Trigger-Warning]

The night was young and full of darkness. Badyn found himself wandering after sunset, often. As his twisted mind often clawed at him when he tried to close his eyes. He found it easier to sleep when his body no longer felt as if he could stay awake. That was becoming harder and harder for him to achieve each night. Walking was no longer draining him enough. Drez felt as though he needed something else. His mind lust for something to squeeze the life out of.

While he considered the vast major ity of San Francisco to be his stalking grounds, new territory had opened up to him now. And to be honest, this new school built in honor for a bunch of outsiders was despicable, to Badyn. In fact it strangely infuriated this dark hearted teenager. Drez had made up his mind already. He would show these maggots athey were not wanted in this city.

His deep violet hues glared toward the new school campus sickeningly, but he remained completely blank faced. His dark red hair hung over his left eye as he slowly hung his head slightly and trudged his way toward thr campus dormitories. Like a predator, He stalked the outside of the building, those dangerous eyes peering into windows of the first floor as he passed, some open and others with the blinds down. Patiently, he walked around toward the back side. A make-shift smoking area for the naughty children, he assumed. He would settle himself near the corner of the building in wait.

Glancing down, he would pull a single glove from it's loop on his belt and slip it onto his right hand. His left index finger would brush over the word 'Hass', before refocusing his eyes upon the smoking spot. His left index finger brushing against the razor sharp 'claws' on his glove. Badyn's mouth was nearly salivating at the thought of what was to come, as soon as the opportunity arose. And it presented himself relatively quick. His ears would pick up the sound of the back door opening, and light foot falls.

The dimly lit back light would reveal a small framed female. She seemed to be rustling through her purse before she pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Drez could barely contain himself as his eyes widened slightly at the prospect, a sick grin appearing on his face as he slowly moved from the corner of the dormitory building and crept toward the girl from behind. Whem he was within arms reach of her, he knew he would be successful. He would roughly clear his throat, eyes wide and still grinning. When she turned to face him, it would be too late for her. His large left hand would smash into her face, palm first. His hand was big enough to cover bother her mouth and nose at the same time.

She tried to scream, but barely a muffle came out as he thrust her head backwards and stepped with it, smashing her head against the ground. Applying force with his left, Drez's right hand would snake across her neck as he sat side-saddled on her stomach, continuing to suffocate the helpless teenage girl. As he hovered his face above hers, a little drool would drip from his lustful grin, landing upon her forehead. A quiet, creepy snicker escaped his evil smile before his right hand dugg in with his four main fingers and those barbed finger tips tore through her neck like a bear claw.

Holding part of her throat in his hand, he would glance toward it as his eyes continued to bulge out of his head. Still snickering, he would toss it away to the side before standingx his left hand still holding her face. He would casually peer around at all the dormitory windoes to see if anyone had seen what he did. There was nothing to take note of. Glancing back down toward the girl in hand, Badyn would shake her head briefly before he turned and began dragging her off toward some bushes. He wasn't done yet..

<<<<<<<<<< The Next Morning >>>>>>>>>>

The courtyard was bustling, but not for reasons one would normally expect. The fountain that seemed to be a center piece of the courtyard, was taped off in it's entirely. Yellow caution tape encircled the fountain and crowds of police officers, some in uniform and others in suits and tyes. Flashes of light shined out as crime scene photographers captured the grusome crime scene. The crowd of students and fsculty alike were building even as the police were attempt to keep them at bay. It seemed everyone was curious, but what for?

Hanging from the fountain, a body could be seen. Strung up by her right arm and leg, was the mangled corpse of a teenage girl. Her throat had been torn out, her face looked as if someone had smashed it with a rock repeatedly. She was completely unrecognizable to anyone thst might have known her. What looked like claw marks, laced her arms and legs and her innards were nearly falling out of her stomach. The fountain which had contained pristine water, was dyed red from all of the blood that had seaped into it. At the base of the fountain, two things of interest were found. The girl's purse and her school ID, noting that she had been a transfer student from New York City. And wthen there was the writing. A haunting message left written in blood. Short and sweet, the bloody lettering read:

'#552 NoT WeLcOmE!'

Not too far from the show, A large teenager stood watching the chaos, arms crossed with his fingers digging into his torso out of sight from others. He was trying so hard not to laugh, to give away the secret. It was hard, for one so twisted like him. But if he revealed it, things would get too sticky. Instead he would remain near the back of the crowd, peering over heads toward the body of the girl. "...H-h......He.....H-h.."