".:Constantine:." (Revamp)
Aug 12, 2011 20:18:35 GMT -7
Post by ".:Constantine:." on Aug 12, 2011 20:18:35 GMT -7
Basic Information
Real Name: Unknown Alias: Preacher (Former), Constantine (Present)
Bloodlimit: ---
Height: 6' 1" (185.42 cm)
Weight: 164 lbs (74.3 Kg)
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Birth Country: Sea Country
Village: Non-Ninja
Special:
TaiJutsu Specialist
GenJutsu Non Specialist
Miscellaneous
Character Depth
Personality:
Appearance:
[/li][li]Handed Simply enough he is Ambidextrous.
[/li][li]Diet A vegetarian, one who eats no meat. As a man who loves the study of animals, and plants he thinks that one can die by meat more then they die by fruit and vegetables. It is easier to identify a plant, then that of something that tastes like chicken.
[/li][li]Marital Status Single, for when it comes to a relationship how can one simply be with such a troubled soul of chaos and destruction. There are no records showing that this man has been in a relationship within the past five years. There have been no records of this man's want and needs when it comes to compassion.
[/li][li]Caparison; Armor; Clothing - Tailor is unknown. The type of clothing Constantine wears are dark colors, raged and torn. His long overcoat is dark brown, torn from here to there, and dirty as if never washed. The Slacks this man wears are dark brown as well, with black stripes going down vertically through the whole entire piece of slacks. Constantine wears a buttoned up Shirt that is somewhat light brown in color with a hint of faded blue admiring within. The shirt seems to be dirty with an abundance of type of patterns divided in hexagons all over the shirt. A tie would be considered as proper attire for a man of business but since his type of business is crude his tie is somewhat the same color as that of the rest of his clothing. The gloves he wears is the same non vibrant brown as the rest of his clothing with a pair of faded black dress typed shoes.
The only vibrant visible thing on this young man's body is his vest, a somewhat faded blue vest with four buttons buttoned all the way up. The vest has a dark story to it as Constantine is compelled to tell the story.
The final and last type of attire is the mask that this man wears. A mask of darkness. The mask he wears is a white mask stitched all over. His eyes are dark, black in color as those cannot see from within. The mouth will go covering the face perfectly making the mask seem part of the face.[/li][/ul]
Background:
The crows cawed within the trees, the winter breeze blew the life away as the cold, cold feeling. Crows lied resting on the door mantle as the sounds of a loving child could be heard coming from the alley way. The sound of a clanging metal echoed following along here and there as a can rolled through the streets. "Old Mother Goose, When she wanted to wander," sang the soft words of a little child, a girl the age of five or six. "Would ride through the air, On a very fine gander," she continued as she reached the front door. Hearing the crows above she slowly looked up giving a little happy like wave to the crows giving a cheery smile as always, the smile of an angel. Opening the door the young girl moved within as the door closed in silence to not be heard from again.
"Bad omen," the young warrior said calmly as he covered his arms, wrapping them around his chest as he puffed out exerting a cool breathe of air. Looking around he noticed the crows roaming around in such cold weather. The black sunglasses covered the eyes of the man as he moved on anxiously trying to go home, trying to go to his loving wife and child. "Dang, two more weeks and she turns six and yet still no idea what to get her" the man said calmly giving out a little sigh narrowing his eyes as he sighed softly hunching his back, head hanging low as he groaned some. "Oh well I shall find something" he quickly boomed as he dashed on his way home.
The sudden chill grew even more harsh. Eyes narrowed once more, the sudden feel of uneasy ran through the spine of the man. The black pants and coat ruffled through the afternoon winds as he slowly grasped against the cold brass knob. Opening the door the young man entered while getting caught along the door with his red long sleeved shirt. The house was empty, the house was dark. There were no sounds, or feel of forced entry. "Anyone home? Miya? Sasuya?" the man yelled out from within the dark home.
"Hee...Here ...sweetie" spoke out shaky like from an older woman.
Recognizing the voice the man smiled some but knew something was wrong. "Miya is everything alright" he asked rushing to where the sound was. As he entered the living room that was when he noticed a dark vision, a vision of horror, something he did not expect to come home to. Sitting down on the couch was a woman, his wife, tied down. Her hands holding a large pouch, trembling in place. Along the opposite end there stood the young one, the little girl who had the smile of an angel, though now there was no smile. Only the salty tears ran through the eyes of such an angelic creature as she was tied down along a large chair, holding a large pouch within her hands.
"What the!!" the man yelled out as he began to rush to his wife and child.
"Now, now no yelling," a familiar, calm, manipulative voice echoed around. "You don't want to....upset your family, let them, loose their cool," the voice continued as from the shadows of the room a young man slowly walked out. The man was tall, hunched, wearing dark business like clothing as the only visible color was that of his faded blue vest. "Don't want to "blow" things out of proportion now do we" he said calmly as the mask was etched within his face, the white mask of hell stiched all over his face. Such words, and actions stopped the father as anger could be seen along his face.
"You son of a...!!!" the man yelled out as he began to take another step forward.
"Oh wait wait" the masked man spoke out quickly as he raised his right hand in the air, having his finger attached to a string moving down into his coat as he quickly opened the coat taking a few side steps. "Let's not "Blow" things up shall we" he said looking at the man lowering his head some as he just smiled licking his lips some. Within his coat lined a few pouch bombs with the string, ready to be released, ready to be executed as the man was quite simply willing to die.
Taking deep breathes the man looked at his wife, and then at his child as he took a strong sigh. "What do you want" he snarled at the man.
"I just need a favor is all, and you are the ....man to do it...oh and please keep your little "friends" at bay because I know when they are moving around" the masked man said calmly giving out the same smile as he took a quick look around moving towards the tall man. "I need, an item, from one of your....bosses." he said with a half like chuckle. "This item is precious to your....boss, do you know what that is?" he asked standing but a few feet from the man staring into the man's eyes as his wicked smile stayed clear as day.
"Are you talking about..."
"Yesssss....yessss that, I am asking exactly that, I need you to get that for me....for your families lives." he said with a smile moving back once more taking a few steps backwards moving away from the range of the man. "How....much is your family worth, million Ryo? a life? your mentor's greatest achievement? I want that item, by all means necessary."
Clenching his fists the man took in a great deep breath as he stared at the masked psychopath. "Why can't you do it?" he asked glaring with a snarl.
"Why? Why do people always ask Why when how is so much more fun." he boasted out waving his free arm up as the pouches from within the coat began to be tugged a bit more. "Simply because I am lazy" he said widening his eyes staring at the man. "Let's play a game shall we? I want you to have a deeper understanding of...how meaningful your life truly is, and that can be done by ....getting me what I asked for, and I leave you alone," he said calmly moving from side to side as he narrowed his eyes on the man in front. "What do you say."
"Fine..." he said reluctantly lowering his head in shame.
"Are you sure you don't want to how I got this vest, it truly is a good story." the masked man asked giving a smile at the detective.
"No for the last time no!!!" he quickly yelled out as he walked over towards the man raising his fist up into the air. The Masked man looked at the fist and smiled with a soft laugh.
"Gah not the face!" the masked man spatted out as he cowered within his chair.
"Ask to tell the story about your vest once more and I am locking the door." the detective snarled at the masked man as he quickly sat down on the chair. "Alright, as reports say Kazuya did your filthy job, went in, killed his mentor, for an item that you wanted him to get. There were three things missing from his office. His sword, a shield, and a pen, what was it that Kazuya needed to get."
"Aww in due time..." the masked man laughed greatly as he began to fidget within his seat.
"Yeah you bastard, continue."
Tick, tick, tick, tick the clock toll twenty five after five. Tick, tick, tick the masked man began to smile. "Ah it seems your dear father and husband does not wish to see you both live." he said with a soft laugh. "Let us see" he said calmly slowly walking towards the back door as the masked man just watched the two hostages. "It takes five minutes of a hard run to get to his destination, and another five minutes back, that is twenty minutes to get what he needs. He should be back right about...." he calmly spoke out as his back reached the door pointing his finger.
Giving out a loud puff and a few wheeze here and there the man quickly dashed into the door. It seemed he was tired, out of chakra, somewhat useless. His eyes rolled behind his head as he tried to catch his breath. It seemed he was in a fight. Cuts and bruises could be seen along the man's body. A few bugs here and there could be seen crawling around the man's clothing as they looked like like that of a beetle. His arms were holding something, as if holding something dear to him. With a loud thud one by one something fell along the ground. First was a sword with a golden handle, a blade of diamond. Then a large shield made of gold with jade jewels imbedded into the shield, and a simple golden pen.
He quickly fell to his knees as he looked up at the masked man who gave the ever so creepy smile. "Gooooood, gooood you actually did it." he said with a laugh quickly clapping his hands. "I didn't think you could do it." he said softly as he slowly turned around. Bending down some he grabbed a piece of wire. The wire could be seen as clear as day as it was attached to the pouches the young hostages were holding. "We will talk again Aburame, Kazuya," the masked man said with a smile as he slowly opened the back door beginning to walk through.
"What...." the tired man said gasping for more air. He was truly tired as he placed his hands along the floor. "You are not taking what you asked for?" he asked with a slight growl taking in another deep breathe.
"Huh? Oh no I have no need for it honestly." he answered coldly turning his head towards the Aburame.
"Then....then why, why would you do such a thing!!!" he yelled to the masked man, showing anger in his eyes. "Why would you have me...kill my mentor, for these items, for my family!!!" he yelled once more weakly slamming a fist onto the ground.
"Wait, wait I asked for the items, I never said kill your mentor" the masked man said smiling cocking his head to the left. Taking hold, the man gripped onto the wires as he slowly began to close the door, walking through as he gave a little wave. "Besides...I just wanted to see if you could do it." he answered closing the door. Within a few moments the wire slowly began to tighten the pouches. With a final tug the wires pulled out what looked like pins.
A low fizz could be heard from the two pouches. Eyes widened as the man looked at his daughter and wife. "Shi..." he quickly yelled out.
Out within the alley the masked man simply walked on by with a large like smile. Hands within his pockets, smiling the smile of a demonic being he slowly cocked his head facing an old bum. The sound of a loud explosion could be heard from the background. The sounds echoed through the streets, smoke and fire raised up as ashes began to form. Ash began to rain down from the high skies as he parted his lips removing his hand. Placing a few Ryo along the ground he just nodded at the old bum. "Smile..." he spoke softly showing his teeth in the smile. "It's a beautiful day, ahahahahahahaa." he quickly laughed out loud as it began to chill the cold air even more like a sharp razor slicing a newly stick of butter.
"You ..." the detective quickly lifted the table. Taking hold of one end in one swift motion he quickly hurled the table. The table crashed hard slamming down as he reached over taking hold of the masked man. Balling up his right fist, holding with is left hand he quickly slammed his fist into the masked man's face. Releasing the collar the man fell to the ground.
Quickly coughing the man just simply began to laugh as if there was some somewhat hysterical joke. "What, did I hit a nerve ahahahahahah." he laughed once more as a bug slowly seeped out of his coat.
"I will break you with my own hands!!!" the detective yelled out once more as he rushed towards the man giving a strong punch to the man's face as a few more bugs slowly began to appear along the man's coat, slowly forming more and more.
The Masked man just continued to laugh as he coughed some more. "To bad detective..." he said calmly before being slammed along the face yet once again. "You would have loved the story of how I got my...." he spoke out again somewhat calmly, while being hit repeatedly, "vest." With the final word the man's body simply began to disappear. Roaches formed more and more as the sound of the demonic laugh could be heard over and over. A low fizz sound could be heard from the mask'ed mans body as it just simply formed to roaches.
The pool of roaches fell along the floor as there lied a mass number of pouches with a small fizz. "Bombs!!!!" the detective yelled out for one final time, as a loud explosion occurred. The sight of fire was visible for all to see. The smoke raised into the air as the building simply did not exist no more. This was the beginning of one's end, the end of the man who caught the one known as Constantine. The fire could not be contained, the message could be heard from all around. This was the beginning of one who lived dangerously.
The Whistle
A low whistle played within the night skies. The tune was cheerful, calming, fun. The masked man simply galloped to what looked like an old beaten up apartment building. It was falling apart, torn, with broken windows. The foundation itself seemed it was ready to fall on those residing within. Skipping along the man just walked into the front, moving within the large apartment complex. Moving down the man began to go downstairs to the basement with the large smile on his face whistling still. Swaying from left to right the man just walked on down the stairs moving lower and lower down.
As he moved lower and lower the cleaner the stair cases began to be, the brighter it became. Finally reaching down he met into a bright room filled with objects consisting of sharped edges. A large steel door was at the opposite end of the room. There was nothing really in the room except a few tables and the objected mentioned before. Finishing the whistle the masked man slowly opened the large steel door. The sound of the door screeched as it echoed through the whole apartment complex.
"Ahhhh," the masked man said softly placing his hands together. "Mr Aburame" he continued giving a slight growl in his speech. "Comfy I hope."
Stepping into the other room, it was a large empty white room. The room was pure in every way with cotton padding all around the walls. In the middle of the room on his knees, was a man who could hardly move. Body half burnt, eyes glazed of sadness. The chains kept his hands and his feet apart as hey simply lied along the ground. On the right hand side was a young girl, the age of five or six blind folded. She seemed crucified against the wall but there was no blood. Chains kept her up as they were wrapped around her gentle hands and feet, and her waist. On the opposite end of the room lied the wife blind folded as well. There she was in the same type of position as the daughter.
"I am surprised you kept your family alive with your bugs but now, they are aaaaalllll gone." the masked man said softly as he slowly pulled out a sturdy potato peeler. "We should get to know one another, I mean, you are my guest, and it is customary for two parties to carry conversation." he continued with a soft laugh slowly walking towards the man. "All I want, is the secrets of your clan, technique per technique since I never finished my training." he laughed as the door slowly began to close behind the masked man. "But first.... let me tell you a story of how I got this vest." As the door slammed into a close the apartment complex fell into a dead silence as the only sounds that could be heard was that of a laughing man.[/ul][/size]
Real Name: Unknown Alias: Preacher (Former), Constantine (Present)
Bloodlimit: ---
Height: 6' 1" (185.42 cm)
Weight: 164 lbs (74.3 Kg)
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Birth Country: Sea Country
Village: Non-Ninja
Special:
- Blattaria
- Aburame
- Kumomusha
- Bug Master (Grand Master)
TaiJutsu Specialist
- Archery (Crossbows)
- Non Listed
GenJutsu Non Specialist
- Glamour
- Pattern
- Phantasm
- Non Listed
Miscellaneous
- Herbalist
- Animalist
- Ritualist
- Summoner
Character Depth
Personality:
"...Psychopathic, Mass Murdering, Schizophrenic Masked Man with Zero Empathy." - One who Searched for the Preacher
- Psychopathic - A trickster, yet a man of his own word. A man who is compelled to act on impulses to see something burn. They say that those who act for a laugh is those that are the most dangerous. Imagine if one could to see a man who walks forth, speaks, and kills for a laugh, to kill for reaction, to move about through life without regret. Imagine if you could to see a man of a great desire deep within where no one knows and no one understands this desire.
- Mass Murderer - One who enjoys the feel of killing for a purpose. This purpose could be to see a kingdom fall, to see a king be crippled, to see a thriving city turned to salt, or even turn rivers to blood. They say he kills with a knife, for he feels it is just right. Bows, Crossbows and techniques are to fast. Using a knife you can truly see who is a coward before they die.
- Schizophrenic Masked Man - One who becomes a part of his mask as the mask moves along with him. A happy yet sad like man who thrives in terrorizing those that sees his faced mask. A man who wonders around to understand the human psych. It is best to put the fear in the man through mystery and misunderstanding then to put fear of what one may know. As they say the greatest fear is the fear of the unknown.
- Calculating - "All Part of the Plan" everything is all part of the plan for the dark masked killer. Ever Calculating, ever moving, ever thinking. There are so many ways in winning a game of chess as there are an number of pieces and several spaces two sides may move. When one calculates this ever moving, then calculating life becomes a synch. A calculating man is a manipulative man.
- Revolutionary - A revolutionary psychopath are those that may be considered to be seen the most outrageous. Revolution is the best way to execute desire, to search out for that hidden desire deep within a human's life. Finding a revolution is the best way to find one's inner chaos.
- Sadist - One who enjoys seeing and causing pain on others.
- Vengeful - Never cross a man of ambition.
Appearance:
"A Preacher puts the fear of god into man. I put the fear of man into god" - Constantine
- Hair Hair is brown in color, a light chocolate brown. Hair is long, somewhat straight but a type of hair not entirely maintained as it reaches down passed the neck, reaching the shoulder blades. At times it is greatly messy making the hair seems frail, greasy, however when cleaned up it has a straight hair style combed back, slightly wavy.
- Eyes Eyes are the same color as that of his hair, a wonderful Chocolate brown. His eyes are harsh, demonic. There is no sympathy within the eyes of this man, no kindness. He may give a smile on his face but his eyes are always showing that this man is ever calculating.
- Physical Condition Looks somewhat like a sickly man, but this is a ploy. He hunches over making himself look somewhat five ten to five nine in height. His shoulders are always up for fast movements. His body however is defined, and very toned. They say that bulky muscles make up what one's capability but to Constantine he thinks that tone, speed makes up one's capability. A six foot one tall man who is greatly toned capable of lifting more weight then normal. His condition is exceptional with no types of birth defects or problems that may occur with his breathing.
- Skin Tone/Condition A pale like skin tone in a milky color. This man takes pale color as he walks through life. The condition is somewhat ashy in certain areas as it seems he does not take very well care of his own skin. He hides his skin and all visible flesh from inside his clothing and mask.
- Voice A somewhat high pitched voice, manipulative, one who takes his time speaking. His voice is calm, calculating at one moment, and then erratic and dangerous the next. A very manipulative type of voice of one who takes his time to speak each word.
[/li][li]Handed Simply enough he is Ambidextrous.
[/li][li]Diet A vegetarian, one who eats no meat. As a man who loves the study of animals, and plants he thinks that one can die by meat more then they die by fruit and vegetables. It is easier to identify a plant, then that of something that tastes like chicken.
[/li][li]Marital Status Single, for when it comes to a relationship how can one simply be with such a troubled soul of chaos and destruction. There are no records showing that this man has been in a relationship within the past five years. There have been no records of this man's want and needs when it comes to compassion.
[/li][li]Caparison; Armor; Clothing - Tailor is unknown. The type of clothing Constantine wears are dark colors, raged and torn. His long overcoat is dark brown, torn from here to there, and dirty as if never washed. The Slacks this man wears are dark brown as well, with black stripes going down vertically through the whole entire piece of slacks. Constantine wears a buttoned up Shirt that is somewhat light brown in color with a hint of faded blue admiring within. The shirt seems to be dirty with an abundance of type of patterns divided in hexagons all over the shirt. A tie would be considered as proper attire for a man of business but since his type of business is crude his tie is somewhat the same color as that of the rest of his clothing. The gloves he wears is the same non vibrant brown as the rest of his clothing with a pair of faded black dress typed shoes.
The only vibrant visible thing on this young man's body is his vest, a somewhat faded blue vest with four buttons buttoned all the way up. The vest has a dark story to it as Constantine is compelled to tell the story.
The final and last type of attire is the mask that this man wears. A mask of darkness. The mask he wears is a white mask stitched all over. His eyes are dark, black in color as those cannot see from within. The mouth will go covering the face perfectly making the mask seem part of the face.[/li][/ul]
Background:
The crows cawed within the trees, the winter breeze blew the life away as the cold, cold feeling. Crows lied resting on the door mantle as the sounds of a loving child could be heard coming from the alley way. The sound of a clanging metal echoed following along here and there as a can rolled through the streets. "Old Mother Goose, When she wanted to wander," sang the soft words of a little child, a girl the age of five or six. "Would ride through the air, On a very fine gander," she continued as she reached the front door. Hearing the crows above she slowly looked up giving a little happy like wave to the crows giving a cheery smile as always, the smile of an angel. Opening the door the young girl moved within as the door closed in silence to not be heard from again.
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"Bad omen," the young warrior said calmly as he covered his arms, wrapping them around his chest as he puffed out exerting a cool breathe of air. Looking around he noticed the crows roaming around in such cold weather. The black sunglasses covered the eyes of the man as he moved on anxiously trying to go home, trying to go to his loving wife and child. "Dang, two more weeks and she turns six and yet still no idea what to get her" the man said calmly giving out a little sigh narrowing his eyes as he sighed softly hunching his back, head hanging low as he groaned some. "Oh well I shall find something" he quickly boomed as he dashed on his way home.
The sudden chill grew even more harsh. Eyes narrowed once more, the sudden feel of uneasy ran through the spine of the man. The black pants and coat ruffled through the afternoon winds as he slowly grasped against the cold brass knob. Opening the door the young man entered while getting caught along the door with his red long sleeved shirt. The house was empty, the house was dark. There were no sounds, or feel of forced entry. "Anyone home? Miya? Sasuya?" the man yelled out from within the dark home.
"Hee...Here ...sweetie" spoke out shaky like from an older woman.
Recognizing the voice the man smiled some but knew something was wrong. "Miya is everything alright" he asked rushing to where the sound was. As he entered the living room that was when he noticed a dark vision, a vision of horror, something he did not expect to come home to. Sitting down on the couch was a woman, his wife, tied down. Her hands holding a large pouch, trembling in place. Along the opposite end there stood the young one, the little girl who had the smile of an angel, though now there was no smile. Only the salty tears ran through the eyes of such an angelic creature as she was tied down along a large chair, holding a large pouch within her hands.
"What the!!" the man yelled out as he began to rush to his wife and child.
"Now, now no yelling," a familiar, calm, manipulative voice echoed around. "You don't want to....upset your family, let them, loose their cool," the voice continued as from the shadows of the room a young man slowly walked out. The man was tall, hunched, wearing dark business like clothing as the only visible color was that of his faded blue vest. "Don't want to "blow" things out of proportion now do we" he said calmly as the mask was etched within his face, the white mask of hell stiched all over his face. Such words, and actions stopped the father as anger could be seen along his face.
"You son of a...!!!" the man yelled out as he began to take another step forward.
"Oh wait wait" the masked man spoke out quickly as he raised his right hand in the air, having his finger attached to a string moving down into his coat as he quickly opened the coat taking a few side steps. "Let's not "Blow" things up shall we" he said looking at the man lowering his head some as he just smiled licking his lips some. Within his coat lined a few pouch bombs with the string, ready to be released, ready to be executed as the man was quite simply willing to die.
Taking deep breathes the man looked at his wife, and then at his child as he took a strong sigh. "What do you want" he snarled at the man.
"I just need a favor is all, and you are the ....man to do it...oh and please keep your little "friends" at bay because I know when they are moving around" the masked man said calmly giving out the same smile as he took a quick look around moving towards the tall man. "I need, an item, from one of your....bosses." he said with a half like chuckle. "This item is precious to your....boss, do you know what that is?" he asked standing but a few feet from the man staring into the man's eyes as his wicked smile stayed clear as day.
"Are you talking about..."
"Yesssss....yessss that, I am asking exactly that, I need you to get that for me....for your families lives." he said with a smile moving back once more taking a few steps backwards moving away from the range of the man. "How....much is your family worth, million Ryo? a life? your mentor's greatest achievement? I want that item, by all means necessary."
Clenching his fists the man took in a great deep breath as he stared at the masked psychopath. "Why can't you do it?" he asked glaring with a snarl.
"Why? Why do people always ask Why when how is so much more fun." he boasted out waving his free arm up as the pouches from within the coat began to be tugged a bit more. "Simply because I am lazy" he said widening his eyes staring at the man. "Let's play a game shall we? I want you to have a deeper understanding of...how meaningful your life truly is, and that can be done by ....getting me what I asked for, and I leave you alone," he said calmly moving from side to side as he narrowed his eyes on the man in front. "What do you say."
"Fine..." he said reluctantly lowering his head in shame.
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"Are you sure you don't want to how I got this vest, it truly is a good story." the masked man asked giving a smile at the detective.
"No for the last time no!!!" he quickly yelled out as he walked over towards the man raising his fist up into the air. The Masked man looked at the fist and smiled with a soft laugh.
"Gah not the face!" the masked man spatted out as he cowered within his chair.
"Ask to tell the story about your vest once more and I am locking the door." the detective snarled at the masked man as he quickly sat down on the chair. "Alright, as reports say Kazuya did your filthy job, went in, killed his mentor, for an item that you wanted him to get. There were three things missing from his office. His sword, a shield, and a pen, what was it that Kazuya needed to get."
"Aww in due time..." the masked man laughed greatly as he began to fidget within his seat.
"Yeah you bastard, continue."
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Tick, tick, tick, tick the clock toll twenty five after five. Tick, tick, tick the masked man began to smile. "Ah it seems your dear father and husband does not wish to see you both live." he said with a soft laugh. "Let us see" he said calmly slowly walking towards the back door as the masked man just watched the two hostages. "It takes five minutes of a hard run to get to his destination, and another five minutes back, that is twenty minutes to get what he needs. He should be back right about...." he calmly spoke out as his back reached the door pointing his finger.
Giving out a loud puff and a few wheeze here and there the man quickly dashed into the door. It seemed he was tired, out of chakra, somewhat useless. His eyes rolled behind his head as he tried to catch his breath. It seemed he was in a fight. Cuts and bruises could be seen along the man's body. A few bugs here and there could be seen crawling around the man's clothing as they looked like like that of a beetle. His arms were holding something, as if holding something dear to him. With a loud thud one by one something fell along the ground. First was a sword with a golden handle, a blade of diamond. Then a large shield made of gold with jade jewels imbedded into the shield, and a simple golden pen.
He quickly fell to his knees as he looked up at the masked man who gave the ever so creepy smile. "Gooooood, gooood you actually did it." he said with a laugh quickly clapping his hands. "I didn't think you could do it." he said softly as he slowly turned around. Bending down some he grabbed a piece of wire. The wire could be seen as clear as day as it was attached to the pouches the young hostages were holding. "We will talk again Aburame, Kazuya," the masked man said with a smile as he slowly opened the back door beginning to walk through.
"What...." the tired man said gasping for more air. He was truly tired as he placed his hands along the floor. "You are not taking what you asked for?" he asked with a slight growl taking in another deep breathe.
"Huh? Oh no I have no need for it honestly." he answered coldly turning his head towards the Aburame.
"Then....then why, why would you do such a thing!!!" he yelled to the masked man, showing anger in his eyes. "Why would you have me...kill my mentor, for these items, for my family!!!" he yelled once more weakly slamming a fist onto the ground.
"Wait, wait I asked for the items, I never said kill your mentor" the masked man said smiling cocking his head to the left. Taking hold, the man gripped onto the wires as he slowly began to close the door, walking through as he gave a little wave. "Besides...I just wanted to see if you could do it." he answered closing the door. Within a few moments the wire slowly began to tighten the pouches. With a final tug the wires pulled out what looked like pins.
A low fizz could be heard from the two pouches. Eyes widened as the man looked at his daughter and wife. "Shi..." he quickly yelled out.
Out within the alley the masked man simply walked on by with a large like smile. Hands within his pockets, smiling the smile of a demonic being he slowly cocked his head facing an old bum. The sound of a loud explosion could be heard from the background. The sounds echoed through the streets, smoke and fire raised up as ashes began to form. Ash began to rain down from the high skies as he parted his lips removing his hand. Placing a few Ryo along the ground he just nodded at the old bum. "Smile..." he spoke softly showing his teeth in the smile. "It's a beautiful day, ahahahahahahaa." he quickly laughed out loud as it began to chill the cold air even more like a sharp razor slicing a newly stick of butter.
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"You ..." the detective quickly lifted the table. Taking hold of one end in one swift motion he quickly hurled the table. The table crashed hard slamming down as he reached over taking hold of the masked man. Balling up his right fist, holding with is left hand he quickly slammed his fist into the masked man's face. Releasing the collar the man fell to the ground.
Quickly coughing the man just simply began to laugh as if there was some somewhat hysterical joke. "What, did I hit a nerve ahahahahahah." he laughed once more as a bug slowly seeped out of his coat.
"I will break you with my own hands!!!" the detective yelled out once more as he rushed towards the man giving a strong punch to the man's face as a few more bugs slowly began to appear along the man's coat, slowly forming more and more.
The Masked man just continued to laugh as he coughed some more. "To bad detective..." he said calmly before being slammed along the face yet once again. "You would have loved the story of how I got my...." he spoke out again somewhat calmly, while being hit repeatedly, "vest." With the final word the man's body simply began to disappear. Roaches formed more and more as the sound of the demonic laugh could be heard over and over. A low fizz sound could be heard from the mask'ed mans body as it just simply formed to roaches.
The pool of roaches fell along the floor as there lied a mass number of pouches with a small fizz. "Bombs!!!!" the detective yelled out for one final time, as a loud explosion occurred. The sight of fire was visible for all to see. The smoke raised into the air as the building simply did not exist no more. This was the beginning of one's end, the end of the man who caught the one known as Constantine. The fire could not be contained, the message could be heard from all around. This was the beginning of one who lived dangerously.
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The Whistle
A low whistle played within the night skies. The tune was cheerful, calming, fun. The masked man simply galloped to what looked like an old beaten up apartment building. It was falling apart, torn, with broken windows. The foundation itself seemed it was ready to fall on those residing within. Skipping along the man just walked into the front, moving within the large apartment complex. Moving down the man began to go downstairs to the basement with the large smile on his face whistling still. Swaying from left to right the man just walked on down the stairs moving lower and lower down.
As he moved lower and lower the cleaner the stair cases began to be, the brighter it became. Finally reaching down he met into a bright room filled with objects consisting of sharped edges. A large steel door was at the opposite end of the room. There was nothing really in the room except a few tables and the objected mentioned before. Finishing the whistle the masked man slowly opened the large steel door. The sound of the door screeched as it echoed through the whole apartment complex.
"Ahhhh," the masked man said softly placing his hands together. "Mr Aburame" he continued giving a slight growl in his speech. "Comfy I hope."
Stepping into the other room, it was a large empty white room. The room was pure in every way with cotton padding all around the walls. In the middle of the room on his knees, was a man who could hardly move. Body half burnt, eyes glazed of sadness. The chains kept his hands and his feet apart as hey simply lied along the ground. On the right hand side was a young girl, the age of five or six blind folded. She seemed crucified against the wall but there was no blood. Chains kept her up as they were wrapped around her gentle hands and feet, and her waist. On the opposite end of the room lied the wife blind folded as well. There she was in the same type of position as the daughter.
"I am surprised you kept your family alive with your bugs but now, they are aaaaalllll gone." the masked man said softly as he slowly pulled out a sturdy potato peeler. "We should get to know one another, I mean, you are my guest, and it is customary for two parties to carry conversation." he continued with a soft laugh slowly walking towards the man. "All I want, is the secrets of your clan, technique per technique since I never finished my training." he laughed as the door slowly began to close behind the masked man. "But first.... let me tell you a story of how I got this vest." As the door slammed into a close the apartment complex fell into a dead silence as the only sounds that could be heard was that of a laughing man.[/ul][/size]
