#damnation path

[damningredemption]

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Jess couldn’t hold back the serene smile on his face as he sat on the metro, the rocking of the car lulling him half to sleep. He had scrubbed himself clean, down to each fingernail, he never failed to be meticulous after a kill and tonight was no different. Yet still he could smell the blood, the ferric taste on his tongue and in the back of his throat. This was the cause for the smile that continued pulling at his lips, the lax posture of his shoulders.

He looked across the aisle, locking eyes with the boy sitting there. He barely bit back a grin, even in his current state knowing that smiling manically at people on the metro was not going to keep his profile low. Instead he gave a casual nod, trying to find the motivation to look away.

[damningredemption]

Old Friends, New Circumstances

@mercxnaries

Jess was practically vibrating with anticipation, waiting and listening for the nearly-inaudible ‘click’ of the back door’s deadbolt being turned. He sat on the kitchen counter, the adulterous husband paralyzed and still twitching at his feet, his throat slit open and sluggishly pushing out the last of his lifeblood.

He saw the first figure round the corner and could no longer contain his excitement, throwing up his arms and shouting “Surprise!”

[damningredemption]

“Oh my god, are you okay?”

Jess looked down at the shirt he was wearing, stolen from his last kill and bearing the stab wounds he himself had inflicted to the bastard’s gut as well as an obscene amount of blood. He’d thought it would be less conspicuous than walking around shirtless, but clearly that was a mistake. “Uh, yeah. Just trying out my Halloween costume. Glad to know it looks that real.”