[ Will was laying on the couch when he first came around, eyes heavy and sore like a hangover from hell, yet he hadn't been drinking the night before, had he? Groggy and with the pounding dullness of a headache, Will touched his fingertips to his forehead, rubbing lightly to ease the pressure. Opening his eyes, Will was met with double vision. The room spinning around and that pounding in his head grew all the stronger, in fact, as he removed his hand from his head, Will noticed that the tips of his fingers were slick with something. ]
B-... Blood?
[ He uttered out, half startled, half asleep. It was then that Will tried to raise to his feet, only to be pushed down by the shoulder from a more than familiar hand. Now he really was seeing double! Looking up to face the person holding him down, Will couldn't quite believe his eyes! ... He was looking at himself!
Will's double made no attempt at beating around the bush, from the moment he'd found himself in Will's apartment, he'd already decided he wanted to make the most of this. As he held Will down on the couch, a knee to his chest and forearm across his throat, the man apologized in a fake tone that Will didn't much like, before delivering a harsh blow to the head, sending Will back into a clouded dream state.
Hours later, Will woke, once again with a headache from hell, only this time he found himself tied up at the foot of the beds in his spare room. The door was left open a crack, so Will was able to see a little of what was going on in the hall and his room across from it. What he saw sent a shiver down his spine. The man who doubled his image was busy collecting things. Things that Will found disturbing, such as various monster carcasses, especially those with horns, antlers and sharp protruding bones. He'd been sharpening them, placing them on the walls and tables of Will's apartment, like he was getting ready for something.
The days blurred into each other and Will could no longer tell them apart. How long had he been a prisoner in his own home? How long was this going to go on for? Dehydrated, tired and sore he could do nothing but listen to the random sounds that came from the other rooms in his apartment. Sounds that troubled him. Some sounded like sawing and stabbing, now and then he was sure he could hear gurgling, muffled screaming and crying. Just what the hell was going on! ]
January 19th - 22nd: The Chesapeake Ripper!
[ With Will contained and out of the picture, his double now had free run of Will's life. Donning himself in Will's clothes and taking his phone with him too, he was able to keep track of the people in the city, pretty easily. He had all the same feelings as Will, even thought the same kind of thoughts, however, there was a part of him that had nothing in common with Will at all. The part of him that wanted to actively engage in the evil, debasing and downright sadistic thoughts that Will pushed into his subconscious. Too many years of getting into the heads of psychopath killers made a wonderful bank of memories and thoughts to play with.
As he walked around the city, heading to the places Will was known to haunt such as Delight's bar, the lake and outside of the clinic, he was scouting for his next victim and where to display his last. Oh yes, this Will had been a busy boy indeed! Already he had captured and mutilated two females, their bodies were rotting up a stink in the bathroom of Will's apartment, he wasn't finished with them yet, though he'd already taken the pleasure of removing certain organs that he'd prepared and cooked over the last few nights, soon he'd find a nice place to display them, the works of art that they were. He was on the hunt for more, he had so many plans but these were just the practice dummies. Yes, Will was on the lookout for someone very special and specifically special to Will. Maybe that had been why the previous girls he'd taken and maimed had a striking resemblance to one Jill Valentine?
As he searched the cave for hours on end, Will finally took a break, heading to the bar for some refreshments and taking the time to scroll through all of the contacts in the phone. checking which ones he'd like to meet. Maybe, if you were so unfortunate, you'd receive a text from him inviting you out for a drink? Maybe even a voice mail or phone call. He was growing desperate as the need to take another life was sending him to the brink of his sanity. Or perhaps you were sat across the bar from him? If that was the case, Will would awkwardly offer you a drink and his company. ]
I'll have a whiskey and another one of, whatever you're having.
January 22nd - 25th: Have you ever seen blood in the moonlight?
[ Somehow, Will had managed to break free! Even though Pell had been healing him and re-set his broken fingers, Will had managed to twist and distort them once more, allowing himself to free one hand from their restraints. Using his teeth and the sharpened edge of a comb he'd been whittling down with his shoes for days now, Will managed to unbind himself from the foot of the bed.
Wobbling on his feet at first, Will ebbed his way out and into the hallway. So far so good. The coast seemed clear, his double was nowhere to be found. Stumbling along the carpet, noticing the blood stains and scratches dashed along the skirting board. This troubled him greatly. Just what had been going on while he was in there all this time? Finding his way into the living room, Will flopped down onto the couch to catch his breath and take some relief in the comfort a tall glass of water left on the coffee table offered. It had been days since he'd been tied up, with nothing to eat or drink Will felt terrible.
It was then that he noticed the delicious smell coming from the kitchen. Pulling himself back to his feet, Will cautiously entered the small cooking area. The table was set for two and a slow boiling pot bubbled away on the stove. That was what smelt so good? Will investigated, lifting the lid with a tea-cloth in hand only to find something truly horrifying inside... Kidneys... Liver... A heart... all of which looked human in size, stewing away in a broth of vegetables and herbs. Will covered his mouth so not to vomit, losing his balance and tumbling onto the table.
How could this be!? Why was this happening!? Who did those organs belong to!? So many thoughts and visions flooded his mind, Will could hardly keep up with them! Making a frantic dash through the apartment, looking for his cell phone and Winston, Will stumbled upon one of the previous owners of the dinner cooking away at his stove. A young female, naked and pale, impaled on what looked like stag antlers. The protrusions looked planned as everything had a morbid symmetry about it, almost beautifully done in some sick twisted way. A neat scar blemished her all but perfect skin on her side, just under the ribs. Perhaps it was one of her kidneys that had been removed?
In his shock and fear, Will forgot to pay attention to his surroundings and it was the sound of the front door closing that had him jumping in a panic to flee. Taking to hiding at the other side of the bed, Will crouched down, only acting fast enough to grab one of those elk antlers in hand as a weapon before the shadow of someone entering the room made him freeze.
Will, had returned, bringing with him some supplies for his late night activities. He'd been using the body part and various materials of his victim's bodies to make items and everyday objects. Had Will not seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have noticed it. There was a blue iris of an eye skillfully decorating one of his fishing lures, long strands of blond hair used as a pillow and cushion stuffing, dried out sections of skin, leathered and made into pelts as you would with a hunting trophy. Will gagged and held back a choked sound as he tried his hardest to gather his nerves.
Taking a moment to catch a well-needed breath, Will watched as his double drew out a hunting knife from his pocket and readied himself to start carving away at parts of the impaled corpse after having taken a few photos of it with Will's phone. Standing slowly Will swallowed the lump in his throat. he was gearing himself up to attempt an escape- only his double was suddenly distracted by a phone call.
Seeing it as his only chance, Will lunged out from his hiding spot and made a b-line for the imposter! Sticking the sharp end of that antler, repeatedly into his look-a-likes sides and stomach, feeling the blood seep out and warm his hand. Will had never fought like this before and it gave him such an adrenaline rush from doing so. Latching onto his doubles back, wrapping his arms and legs around his, clutching on for dear life. In the struggle, Will found himself at the business side of that hunting knife, first his thigh, a spot Will always dreaded being stabbed in, perhaps that was why the other Will had done it? They must have known what Will was thinking, what he was fearing. If that was so, this fight could only end in tragedy for one if not both of them.
Tossing Will over a shoulder, his double managed to gain the advantage for a moment, sending Will colliding with the wall, doubled over in pain. He was never much of a fighter, in fact, the only times he'd been able to come close to success in a fight, was when he was in the mindset of another person, one of the murderers he'd helped to capture. As this dawned on him, the fact that the other man standing before him was everything Will feared he'd become, a raging urge came across Will. He couldn't let him continue to do these deeds, he had to stop him, by all means, nesasary! In a fear fueled rush, Will clambered back up and took a running start at himself. Screaming out a gurgled sound of pain and panic before spearing his double around the middle with his shoulder, sending them both crashing into the window. Will sunk his teeth in the other's ear, digging canines in deeply, his twin, in turn, stuck that blade of his into Will's cheek, trying to prise his jaw open from the outside-in.
It was painful, my God was it painful! But Will pursued. There was no way he could stop now, not when there were lives on the line. Moving his mouth from ear to throat, Will tore at a chunk of flesh until he was able to break the skin and rip a morsel of muscle meat free. Spitting it aside as the blood trickled down his chin. it was savage, raw and animalistic but it was necessary if he was going to survive such a vicious fight. As the other Will clasped his hand to his throat, trying to stop the bleeding, his other hand pressed firmly to Will's face. Thumb digging at the space just underneath his left eye with hopes of either crushing it in the socket or scooping it out entirely! Will screamed, pulling back as they both caught their breath. He had to finish this before he himself was finished off, so in an act of selflessness, Will charged once more, wrapping his arms around his double and sending them both through the already cracked and broken window.
As they fell down passed the four stories, glass shards twinkling all around them in the air, like a rainfall of glitter, Will thought to himself 'This is it. This is how I die' Hitting the ground, Will's double cushioned and broke his fall before the impact threw him from the broken body of the other man. Laying there pulverized and bleeding on the floor, turning his head and remaining conscious just long enough to see the life fading from Will's eyes.
((ooc: Feel free to jump in at any point throughout the days above! Whether it's joining 'Will' for a drink at the bar, witnessing the brutal endgame fight or anything in between! Hit me up with a PM if you'd like to hash something out first too, I'm alway happy to plot or change a storyline. ))
Will Graham | Open | cw: gore, violence and talk of cannibalism
[ Will was laying on the couch when he first came around, eyes heavy and sore like a hangover from hell, yet he hadn't been drinking the night before, had he? Groggy and with the pounding dullness of a headache, Will touched his fingertips to his forehead, rubbing lightly to ease the pressure. Opening his eyes, Will was met with double vision. The room spinning around and that pounding in his head grew all the stronger, in fact, as he removed his hand from his head, Will noticed that the tips of his fingers were slick with something. ]
B-... Blood?
[ He uttered out, half startled, half asleep. It was then that Will tried to raise to his feet, only to be pushed down by the shoulder from a more than familiar hand. Now he really was seeing double! Looking up to face the person holding him down, Will couldn't quite believe his eyes! ... He was looking at himself!
Will's double made no attempt at beating around the bush, from the moment he'd found himself in Will's apartment, he'd already decided he wanted to make the most of this. As he held Will down on the couch, a knee to his chest and forearm across his throat, the man apologized in a fake tone that Will didn't much like, before delivering a harsh blow to the head, sending Will back into a clouded dream state.
Hours later, Will woke, once again with a headache from hell, only this time he found himself tied up at the foot of the beds in his spare room. The door was left open a crack, so Will was able to see a little of what was going on in the hall and his room across from it. What he saw sent a shiver down his spine. The man who doubled his image was busy collecting things. Things that Will found disturbing, such as various monster carcasses, especially those with horns, antlers and sharp protruding bones. He'd been sharpening them, placing them on the walls and tables of Will's apartment, like he was getting ready for something.
The days blurred into each other and Will could no longer tell them apart. How long had he been a prisoner in his own home? How long was this going to go on for? Dehydrated, tired and sore he could do nothing but listen to the random sounds that came from the other rooms in his apartment. Sounds that troubled him. Some sounded like sawing and stabbing, now and then he was sure he could hear gurgling, muffled screaming and crying. Just what the hell was going on! ]
January 19th - 22nd: The Chesapeake Ripper!
[ With Will contained and out of the picture, his double now had free run of Will's life. Donning himself in Will's clothes and taking his phone with him too, he was able to keep track of the people in the city, pretty easily. He had all the same feelings as Will, even thought the same kind of thoughts, however, there was a part of him that had nothing in common with Will at all. The part of him that wanted to actively engage in the evil, debasing and downright sadistic thoughts that Will pushed into his subconscious. Too many years of getting into the heads of psychopath killers made a wonderful bank of memories and thoughts to play with.
As he walked around the city, heading to the places Will was known to haunt such as Delight's bar, the lake and outside of the clinic, he was scouting for his next victim and where to display his last. Oh yes, this Will had been a busy boy indeed! Already he had captured and mutilated two females, their bodies were rotting up a stink in the bathroom of Will's apartment, he wasn't finished with them yet, though he'd already taken the pleasure of removing certain organs that he'd prepared and cooked over the last few nights, soon he'd find a nice place to display them, the works of art that they were. He was on the hunt for more, he had so many plans but these were just the practice dummies. Yes, Will was on the lookout for someone very special and specifically special to Will. Maybe that had been why the previous girls he'd taken and maimed had a striking resemblance to one Jill Valentine?
As he searched the cave for hours on end, Will finally took a break, heading to the bar for some refreshments and taking the time to scroll through all of the contacts in the phone. checking which ones he'd like to meet. Maybe, if you were so unfortunate, you'd receive a text from him inviting you out for a drink? Maybe even a voice mail or phone call. He was growing desperate as the need to take another life was sending him to the brink of his sanity. Or perhaps you were sat across the bar from him? If that was the case, Will would awkwardly offer you a drink and his company. ]
I'll have a whiskey and another one of, whatever you're having.
January 22nd - 25th: Have you ever seen blood in the moonlight?
[ Somehow, Will had managed to break free! Even though Pell had been healing him and re-set his broken fingers, Will had managed to twist and distort them once more, allowing himself to free one hand from their restraints. Using his teeth and the sharpened edge of a comb he'd been whittling down with his shoes for days now, Will managed to unbind himself from the foot of the bed.
Wobbling on his feet at first, Will ebbed his way out and into the hallway. So far so good. The coast seemed clear, his double was nowhere to be found. Stumbling along the carpet, noticing the blood stains and scratches dashed along the skirting board. This troubled him greatly. Just what had been going on while he was in there all this time? Finding his way into the living room, Will flopped down onto the couch to catch his breath and take some relief in the comfort a tall glass of water left on the coffee table offered. It had been days since he'd been tied up, with nothing to eat or drink Will felt terrible.
It was then that he noticed the delicious smell coming from the kitchen. Pulling himself back to his feet, Will cautiously entered the small cooking area. The table was set for two and a slow boiling pot bubbled away on the stove. That was what smelt so good? Will investigated, lifting the lid with a tea-cloth in hand only to find something truly horrifying inside... Kidneys... Liver... A heart... all of which looked human in size, stewing away in a broth of vegetables and herbs. Will covered his mouth so not to vomit, losing his balance and tumbling onto the table.
How could this be!? Why was this happening!? Who did those organs belong to!? So many thoughts and visions flooded his mind, Will could hardly keep up with them! Making a frantic dash through the apartment, looking for his cell phone and Winston, Will stumbled upon one of the previous owners of the dinner cooking away at his stove. A young female, naked and pale, impaled on what looked like stag antlers. The protrusions looked planned as everything had a morbid symmetry about it, almost beautifully done in some sick twisted way. A neat scar blemished her all but perfect skin on her side, just under the ribs. Perhaps it was one of her kidneys that had been removed?
In his shock and fear, Will forgot to pay attention to his surroundings and it was the sound of the front door closing that had him jumping in a panic to flee. Taking to hiding at the other side of the bed, Will crouched down, only acting fast enough to grab one of those elk antlers in hand as a weapon before the shadow of someone entering the room made him freeze.
Will, had returned, bringing with him some supplies for his late night activities. He'd been using the body part and various materials of his victim's bodies to make items and everyday objects. Had Will not seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have noticed it. There was a blue iris of an eye skillfully decorating one of his fishing lures, long strands of blond hair used as a pillow and cushion stuffing, dried out sections of skin, leathered and made into pelts as you would with a hunting trophy. Will gagged and held back a choked sound as he tried his hardest to gather his nerves.
Taking a moment to catch a well-needed breath, Will watched as his double drew out a hunting knife from his pocket and readied himself to start carving away at parts of the impaled corpse after having taken a few photos of it with Will's phone. Standing slowly Will swallowed the lump in his throat. he was gearing himself up to attempt an escape- only his double was suddenly distracted by a phone call.
Seeing it as his only chance, Will lunged out from his hiding spot and made a b-line for the imposter! Sticking the sharp end of that antler, repeatedly into his look-a-likes sides and stomach, feeling the blood seep out and warm his hand. Will had never fought like this before and it gave him such an adrenaline rush from doing so. Latching onto his doubles back, wrapping his arms and legs around his, clutching on for dear life. In the struggle, Will found himself at the business side of that hunting knife, first his thigh, a spot Will always dreaded being stabbed in, perhaps that was why the other Will had done it? They must have known what Will was thinking, what he was fearing. If that was so, this fight could only end in tragedy for one if not both of them.
Tossing Will over a shoulder, his double managed to gain the advantage for a moment, sending Will colliding with the wall, doubled over in pain. He was never much of a fighter, in fact, the only times he'd been able to come close to success in a fight, was when he was in the mindset of another person, one of the murderers he'd helped to capture. As this dawned on him, the fact that the other man standing before him was everything Will feared he'd become, a raging urge came across Will. He couldn't let him continue to do these deeds, he had to stop him, by all means, nesasary! In a fear fueled rush, Will clambered back up and took a running start at himself. Screaming out a gurgled sound of pain and panic before spearing his double around the middle with his shoulder, sending them both crashing into the window. Will sunk his teeth in the other's ear, digging canines in deeply, his twin, in turn, stuck that blade of his into Will's cheek, trying to prise his jaw open from the outside-in.
It was painful, my God was it painful! But Will pursued. There was no way he could stop now, not when there were lives on the line. Moving his mouth from ear to throat, Will tore at a chunk of flesh until he was able to break the skin and rip a morsel of muscle meat free. Spitting it aside as the blood trickled down his chin. it was savage, raw and animalistic but it was necessary if he was going to survive such a vicious fight. As the other Will clasped his hand to his throat, trying to stop the bleeding, his other hand pressed firmly to Will's face. Thumb digging at the space just underneath his left eye with hopes of either crushing it in the socket or scooping it out entirely! Will screamed, pulling back as they both caught their breath. He had to finish this before he himself was finished off, so in an act of selflessness, Will charged once more, wrapping his arms around his double and sending them both through the already cracked and broken window.
As they fell down passed the four stories, glass shards twinkling all around them in the air, like a rainfall of glitter, Will thought to himself 'This is it. This is how I die' Hitting the ground, Will's double cushioned and broke his fall before the impact threw him from the broken body of the other man. Laying there pulverized and bleeding on the floor, turning his head and remaining conscious just long enough to see the life fading from Will's eyes.
((ooc: Feel free to jump in at any point throughout the days above! Whether it's joining 'Will' for a drink at the bar, witnessing the brutal endgame fight or anything in between! Hit me up with a PM if you'd like to hash something out first too, I'm alway happy to plot or change a storyline. ))