Public Enemy No.1

Ace Maverick ____________________________________ 1,548 - Psychopathy, Sadism, Narcissism - Pride Demon "A chill runs up your spine It crawls into your brain The freezing touch of fear It's driving me insane Although you try to fight Dragged from the silence where you hide 'til you... Scream!"

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diaoxji:

There is a scent. A disgusting and vulgar aroma that haunts these walls and inflict ill vibrations throughout his body. Diao had been in confinement for a few days for trying to make ‘unwelcomed and inappropriate advancements to a facility member’. However, since the day he was thrown into this glorified prison there has been a dangerously familiar aura that exists. Now being free to roam around he is sure to find what has been ‘teasing’ his senses. “Something…Something smells like...home..”

For those precious days of winding time, he’d taken in the sense of something much darker all of a sudden. Something tragically--yet seemingly beautifully--sinful. Wandering those halls, with that same foul smell reaching his core and telling of those fiery pits, he was reminded so terribly of a home once known among devils and tricksters. Thus, he’d decided to follow that smell, curiously, as it seemed to portray closer than before; perhaps a sign. 

By the time he’d felt he found that smell, so strong and putrid now, sooty; he was met with a single figure, and no other sight for a source. “I’m unsure whether I should spit Latin out to draw something viable or not.” He’d uttered to this figure, unsure for a moment, as his head had tilted to the side.

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serenaxmoon:

She decided to take a seat in the chair across from the man after she had found a book that she liked. “Right now? Right no yeah I am a little. But I try not to think about it too much whenever I am feeling sappy because sometimes I make bad decisions.” she opens up the book. “But that’s not something I should discuss with strangers” She shifted to a more comfortable position even though she wasn’t fully sure if she wanted to continue sitting across from the man.

Listening all the while, the Demon only decides to occasionally glance off. Eye contact often had its own way of destroying intention. A gateway, if you will, to something deeper and much more honest. Of course, the older was never one for honesty, and would much rather sink to his own deception. “You make it seem like I’m going to use it against you. Just to remove this little stranger barrier, I’m Ace, and you are...?” He’d asked, tending smile to make the act more believable. And oh was he good at his little games. He seemed to visibly relax, though, further, as the other sat across from him. 

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serenaxmoon:

Turning the book over to read the back she put half of her attention on the book and half of her attention on the man. She didn’t want to let her guard down, especially in a place like this. “Am I naturally a sap? Hmm well I am sometimes. It really all just depends on the mood I’m in. Sometimes I am sometimes I’m not” She decided that she did not like the book so she put it back on the shelf. “Yeah, I think he’s a good author. But honestly I’m not very good at making decisions, any decisions in fact” she smiles.

An arm draped over the back of the chair he was situated on, as if to play off the act of relaxation. In reality, it was something he rarely truly did, given his consistent need to fidget and do things that would contradict calmness. “And what about now? Are you leaning more towards that little sappy side of yours?” He’d questioned, lacing his words with a lightened tone, to further justify himself. “Oh? I can’t argue with that, a lot of people seem to be the same. As long as you enjoy yourself, isn’t that all that matters?”

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serenaxmoon:

Continuing her search for a book that interested her, she slid her fingers across the spines of each book ash she slowly walked down the row. She waited silently for the other to speak, once he did her eyes shifted back to him. “My favorite genre would have to be romance, it makes me happy to read about cute couples.” she lets out a small chuckle. “As for my favorite author, I don’t have one. For me there are too many to choose from” By the time she had finished her sentence she had shifted her eyes back to the books and pulled one off of the shelf that looked interesting. 

She seemed to move fluidly enough, it discouraged the feeling of nerve, as eyes could calmly creep to follow her without shifting or stuttering abruptly. It was an unusual change, if any, he had to admit. Index finger was caught between the pages, as he’d closed the book without intent to lose his place. It didn’t prevent his ever-watchful eye from wandering, though. “Are you naturally a sap, then? Or is there something special to it?” He’d asked, soft smile lighting his eyes. “Oh? Well, I suppose it’s always a plus to keep your options open rather than deciding on a bias. I find H. G. Wells’ work to be some of the more interesting I’ve read, though, I’ll admit.” 

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serenaxmoon:

Serena was new around here, she didn’t know any people and she didn’t really know if she wanted to know any of them. She had arrived maybe a day or two ago and she was surprised when she saw some of the residence. She knew that this was what it was probably going to be like so she shouldn’t have been surprised. Deciding that she was going to find something that she liked about the place she headed towards the library. Walking through the door she looked around and saw nobody but the librarian and a man sitting at a table, she then focused on the books until she heard a voice that snapped her out of her trance like state. “Oh, well yeah. I love reading” nodding slightly before returning her gaze to the books on the nearest shelf.

Perhaps equally as lost in his own little world of sorts, there was little need to capture himself with sense, the deprivation of as much clear with his sudden deathly disorientation. Quickly shaking it off, he’d shifted his legs to better his chances of watching the stranger. Evidently new. He would have remember that face, surely, if he’d settled his dark eyes upon it prior. An eyebrow had raised with her response, a curt nod following. To play the game was tough, especially given his history. That, and the eyes that looked on through cameras hanging from the ceiling. Surveillance was a tricky thing to avoid, especially given his root pleasures. With a sigh, he’d decided to abandon outward bursts, to indulge himself in his own rose-tinted mask. “Favourite genre, author, what not? Or shall I zip these lips of mine and allow you your sweet silence?”

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Life in the Asylum, surrounded by the walking dead, and all those who screamed innocence despite their sins, was all a game to the Psychopath. He had little care for what came next, nor did he balance the chances of repercussion. The same had happened now, his wrists burnt red-raw, through steel hand cuffs and the like, in line with his own assaults. Now, he was merely sat within the library, feet perched up upon the surface of the table, with a book within his hands. Though he hadn’t anticipated the sound of approaching footsteps. His head had snapped to look at the figure, eyebrow raised. “Fellow bookworm, I suppose?”

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Athena stared at the food that was on her plate. Long painted nails picked at the food that was spread about on the plate. It wasn’t what was her favorite. Human food never quite filled her like a good ol lung did. It may have been cannibalism in a way - but Athena didn’t look upon it that way. Picking up a piece of broccoli - she stared at it. “Doesn’t this place have anything more….fleshy?”

Little bits of the green stalk stuck to her gloves as she wiped them on the table. “Ugh….I’m starving…..whisting away to nothing……” she muttered disgusted with what was on her plate. “Hell I’d even take someones arm if they gave it to me….and arms are my least favorite body part” she huffed - muttering to herself as she pulled off one of her gloves - touching the stalk of ‘disgusting greenness’ as she watched it rot in front of her eyes. 

Finally released from solitary confinement for the events of striking multiple police officers in the event of interrogation, Ace was free to do as he wished. What he wished wasn’t exactly as exciting as one would deem. But, solitary was infamous for restrictions to food. Here the Pride Demon was, meat stacked high, sitting behind another. He’d already vacated the table he was sat at, with black demonic eyes, and a sneer that could make blood boil immediately. Now, though, he couldn’t help but listen in to the closest voice to him. “We’ll rip apart that body of yours, and see, shall we?”

The question was aired, with little reason to turn to look upon the other, but rather, still chewing on his own food to care. A sigh fled him, though, once he’d swallowed. “I didn’t know this Asylum was known as ‘Complaints ‘R’ Us’, but, the more you know.” He uttered aloud, tips of his long, deft fingers tapping against the surface of the table. “Say that shit to Capn’ Good for Nothing, head of Security, see what it gets you. I can almost guarantee it’ll be a straitjacket, rather than spinal remains.”

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Must have stabbed her fifty fucking times, I can't believe it, Ripped her heart out right before her eyes, Eyes over easy, eat it, eat it, eat it She was never this good in bed even when she was sleeping Now she's just so perfect I've never been quite so fucking deep in It goes on and on and on, I can keep you looking young and preserved forever, With a fountain spray on your youth whenever

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sorcha-glamberne:

There were only two officers left in the room along with the two patients. The uniformed officers seemed a bit uneasy with the idea of being left with us and and therefore were in a defensive position, as if ready for one of us to attack them. 

She relaxed on her chair, exhaustion taking over. All she wanted was to take a nap, or at least someone nice to talk to. She knew she wasn’t an angel, but being in a room with a fidgeting demon and officers that could easily beat her to death wasn’t doing the best things to the girl’s mental state. She remained silent, looking around somewhat lazily, her gaze would rest upon the demon or the officers at times. She knew that something would happen. All that was needed was a trigger.

With the sudden silence of the atmosphere around them, the stillness, and all that came with it to ensure just calmness, the Demon was growing progressively restless. Onyx eyes bounced around, he was restrained, still, but it wouldn’t hold his fire within for long. Boredom, mingled so delicately with frustration, creating a storm inside of him.

Then, he felt her eyes on him, if only occasionally, ushering a growl to vibrate through the back of his throat. “Don’t make me rip your eyes from your sockets, cur.” With the threat, the remaining duo of officers visually tensed, a sight that drew a smirk from the older. “How about you pair release me? I’ll promise to spare you, but Daddy needs a little release, otherwise he won’t be so merciful.” His voice was bordering a rumble, only. Words edging on anger, though the grin that tugged at either side of his lips told of an opposing tale. “Pretty please?” 

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sorcha-glamberne:

Sorcha watched from the corner of her eye as the demon became more agitated, barking back at the officer. A certain uneasiness and fear starting to crawl up. She flinched slightly when the officer addressed her once again. Her head tilted slightly to the side. Why would anyone mess up with the Cyborgs? If they wanted to kill off some patients, they could just give the demon besides her a knife and a gun and tell him to have fun. She bit her lip harshly. She shouldn’t think such things. Sighing she simply shook her head. “Paying attention to Cyborgs isn’t on my daily to-so list, sorry.” 

“Well, the two of you are pretty helpful” They officer commented looking at the two patients 

The stale smell of coffee, an officer entered the room and polluted the air with as much, as if to poison the lungs of all those who took solitude within. Stood by the door, acting as a sidelines to lord knows what. Ace only seemed to skip onyx shining eyes over the souls within, curious awakenings, all of them looking to the two with disgust. Perhaps a silent discrimination towards the mentally ill? It wouldn’t alarm him. The close-minded opinions of questioning men had little room for alarm. But rather, Ace found himself fidgeting. Finger tips, rough yet smooth, pounding impatiently to a rhythm that didn’t exist, upon the arm of the chair. A crude mode of distraction, until the female’s skin crawling words piqued his ear. “That isn’t what he asked, shit-for-brains.” His voice was deep, riddling with discontempt. “Why don’t you use that little man brain of yours, and piece together, that the most likely out of everyone in this Asylum to tamper with mechanics, is the electricians, mechanics, and I.T?”  

The recently exposed officer made it a point to utter his voice just louder than room volume, thus capturing and holding the attention of the interrogator. “We have a possible lead on who might be involved with the Cyborg attack on the second floor.” He told, as if the information was enough to startle each body taking refuge within the officer. Ace remained indifferent, lack of care towards the notion. “You two, stay here.” The interrogator told, index finger erect to point at the patients, before quick paced legs fled the room, to escape. A faint click came next, locking the mechanism that sealed the door shut. 

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sorcha-glamberne:

She shrugged lightly to the other’s comment. Her irritation being taken over by guilt when she realized that perhaps she shouldn’t have opened her mouth. “Sorry.” Was all she whispered before her attention went back to the officer standing in front of them. “There must have been something off with these Cyborgs, so think.”

Ace was only growing more agitated by the minute, and for the Demon to feel as such, was already a gleaming red flag. His features harded, fists clenched, and for a golden moments, he considered biting the officer’s nose clean off his face. The thought caused one corner of his lips to rise just slightly, before he shook his head. “Are you really going to act that dense for little to no reason? They’re Cyborgs, the most ‘off’ they’re going to seem is if their little fuel tanks leak. Don’t come in here acting all high and mighty, when you can’t even muster the ability to conjure up half-decent questions.” The officers was very clearly done with the Demon, and for probable good reason. Instead, he decided to turn to the girl once more. “We’re looking at something that seems like sabotage. Someone’s been tampering with these Cyborgs, and we’re trying to find out who it might be. Do you have any possible leads?”

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sorcha-glamberne:

She preferred not to answer him, she had managed to zone out and was only really brought back when the officer slammed his hands on the desk. She simply nodded to the his last statement, he had a point there. “There you go, all he remembers is a bunch of patients running around and all I saw was a few corpses. Can we please go now?”

As soon as she asked that question, Ace groaned. Common knowledge dictated to don’t ask to leave, otherwise suspicion rises. For a moment, the Demon closed his eyes, and waited for the officers to respond. “No, I think we’ll keep you here. See if we can’t dig something out of you two.” Great. He thought. Of course she had to go along and ruin the momentum with her stupidity, he thought again. For a moment, a deep breath fled his nose, before black eyes opened again to find the officer. “Way to fuckin’ go, dipshit.”

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sorcha-glamberne:

“Shut up.”

The girl complained under her breath. “Like you are any better, all you have been doing is threatening the officers and literally asking to be fucked.” Her voice was merely a whisper as she glared at the demon. He probably heard it, with his fancy demon powers. Honestly, she was getting a bit sick of him. There was a reason for her annoyance. She hadn’t slept at all the night prior, she tried. Lord knows she tried but her brain just wouldn’t let her sleep, and with all of this scene, she felt exhausted, she just wanted to leave.

She rose her head and looked at the officer that spoke to her. “All I remember is a bunch of lifeless corpses. I didn’t see the cyborgs but I could hear them, as well as all the screaming. This is all I know. Unless you want the gory details.”

Ace could hear her just fine. And it wasn’t with the help of his powers, as if he had any to better his senses. They were sitting next to each other, in silence. Ever likely he could hear her. He wasn’t an idiot, after all. Nor was he deaf. “If you’re going to bitch about me, do it out loud, fucking tool.” He spoke clearly, directing ebony eyes towards the girl, releasing his harsh stare. Until finally, he shook his head and looked over to the officer once again. “Pathetic.” 

He listened to her explanation, and scoffed as a response to it. What appeared as a smile, was anything but. “A bunch? A few would be more accurate, but I guess you don’t know how to count, either.” Ace was growing restless. If it wasn’t the still position, it was the girl pushing him over the edge. “What gory details, exactly? If you didn’t see them, and could only hear them, how the shit are there gory details? Are you just trying to make yourself sound better than you are? Realistically, it’s not working for you. Stop while you’re ahead, pet.” He spoke, voice edging on anger, before the officer slammed his hand against the surface of the table. “Shut up!” He’d shouted, to which caused the Demon to laugh. “Oh, nice. Do you hit your wife like that?” He asked, grinning as he spoke. “See, I just remember seeing a bunch of patients run around, and that was it. I felt it was far more entertaining to fuck one of the nurses. Classy, I know. Nobody pays attention to robots anymore because they’re so popular lately. So why would we pay attention now?”

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sorcha-glamberne:

She watched in horror as the Demon let out this laughs towards the officers. How could he be laughing when he was being beaten up by two officers at the same time?

Uneasiness overcame her as he spoke again. He could kill everyone in this room if he wanted to in a blink of an eye, why hadn’t he? Perhaps he was enjoying himself? She didn’t really want to know.

The officer that went to aid his fallen colleague approached her. He didn’t seam like he was going to hit her but she still flinched back when he got close to her. “Don’t worry, I won’t hit you. Unless of course, you hit me first. I just need you to tell me what happened so we can all go home.” The officer said calmly. Her head fell forwards as she muttered. “I-I don’t know.”

Ace had had his fun, and now he was growing bored with the lack of entertainment. As if he was expected to forge his own in place. A sigh fled his parted lips, as the back of his head fell to his the chair. He was unsure whether he was to wait and see what happens, or to simply break free and unleash himself. 

A chuckle escaped him with the thought. The thought of ripping everyone apart before they had a chance to instead question why he was doing it. There was no reason. No thought nor will to dictate otherwise. It was just in his nature to destroy. 

Then, one of the officers began to talk to the girl next to him. Black eyes moved over to watch, as finger tips tapped idly against the arm of the chair, to a beat that didn’t exist. “See? She’s useless. And I’m growing bored. If you’re not going to release me in the next, say, five seconds, I might just turn you all inside out. That’s fairly generous considering.” He spoke calmly, before shrugging his shoulders. “I might even fuck the lot of you with your own batons. Sight to see.” 

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sorcha-glamberne:

She kept taking deep breaths, making her heart beat go slightly down. Which made her the slightest calmer. When the demon mentioned her again she couldn’t help but glare at him. Good for nothing? He hadn’t done anything useful either! If anything he just made the officers mad! Her glare however turned quickly into widened eyes as the male kicked the table and struck the officer. 

The other officers in the room quickly took action. One of them went to the fallen officer, helping him. While the other two basically jumped on the demon. She didn’t if she should be worried with the demon or the officers, or neither. At that moment and for the first time in her life, she was glad she was invisible. 

Ace, in reality, though the entirety of the ordeal was nothing more than a joke. The way the officers handled the people within the Asylum, the way they were at a loss for questions, if any. He could feel the other patient’s eyes on him, which only made him grin wider. Whitened teeth seemed to gleam through the lift of his lips, as he laughed to himself.

Then, when the officer was down and the others began to string up to restrain the Psychopath, he could only laugh louder. He didn’t put up much of a fight, and only seemed to crack more deathly glares. Soon enough, though, he found his throat strapped to the back of the chair, tightly. His ankles cuffed to the legs of seat. Yet, he was still laughing. “I honestly don’t know why you dipshits didn’t think of this sooner. Good idea, guys. Only cuff the murderous Psychopath and see what he does. You’re a joke. This is gettin’ kinky, though. How about you fuck me, Daddy?”

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sorcha-glamberne:

Her whole body stiffened when the other addressed her. She had been warned before to stay as far away from him as possible and she didn’t know of what to be more scared of: the demon or the officer.

The officer didn’t seem to pay much attention to the other’s suggestion and continued to question him. The girl’s eyes studied the two figures beside her. Her body slightly trembling

The Demon could only sigh. He had better things to do, most of which involved something other than being cuffed to a chair. Eyes turned to a fog of onyx black as he blinked away the white, staring down the officer on the other side of the table. “So, are you going to tell us what happened, or do we need to play a little game of ‘good cop, bad cop’?” One of the officers directed to him. 

“How about you uncuff me and let me play a little game I like to call ‘slaughter the cops and go free’?” He’d questioned, smirk arising again. “Hell, I’ll even slaughter Miss. Good for Nothing sitting next to me, free of charge.” The Demon continued, lunging forward as his foot connected with the table, forcing it forward, to strike the officer standing on the adjacent side. “Don’t fuck with me, little piggy.”