30, Fall, 514 A.V The Drunken Fish tavern 11th bell night
Lo'campo sat in his chair staring at the cup of water that he was sure that someone pissed in. It was late, really late and the Akalak still felt too unsafe to go to his home. He sat listening to the combined chatter of the sailors spending their restless nights drinking their sorrows away, cursing and whispering inappropriate words to the waitress that passed them by, unflattering by their rude remarks. She was a pretty woman, young but not too young, independent yet sweet and charismatic and her physical features were well developed and firm. Lo'campo shook his head clear. The thoughts of these dogs must have been in the air now. He took another sip of his water emptying the cup. It wasn't that bad once you got used to the taste. "Can I take that for you sir? The waitress asked now picking up his cup. One of the sailors whistled at the woman who rolled her eyes . "Stop talking to that boy and come sit with a real man baby!" the sailor called out laughing with his crew mates. You seem like a gentleman, so why did you come here for a glass of water? If I may ask. the woman looked at Lo'campo but then had to leave his table when another order was shouted at her from across the room.
Lo'campo knew why he was here, he needed peace. He had been trying to obtain it since he had gotten out of bed this morning, but has had the all to familiar urge to be able to actually be peaceful. He needed to kill. He knew it. It had been itching in a spot for a while now, and he just needed to scratch it.That is why he was here. He needed peace, therefore he came to a place where peace would be the last thing for a person to find. He would find someone that deserved to die, and most of every one has a bounty on them from the looks of the flyers that fly around the city.The only thing that was left was finding a target. Someone that wouldn't be missed if they were to mysteriously disappear. He looked at the men sitting at the counter. Were they inappropriate? Yes. Did people like them? No, but it wasn't that easy. It would have to been someone that everyone would not like, someone that everyone would be happy not to see anymore. Lo'campo caught himself. Fallon was in his head again and she wasn't even here to do it in person. The waitress made her way back to his table as a brute took the chance to land a well placed smack on her bottom. That was his guy. He was rude, he was a jerk, he was disgusting in every way possible, he was perfect. "I'm sorry honey, but ever since my friend went missing I just can't control myself anymore. Have ya seen him? He's one those blue fella's has a lot of tattoos like mine? No? Well if he was here we would bed you quicker than the fastest sea vessel ha!" A murderous grin spread across Lo'campo's face. This was going to be fun.
"I know your friend sir!" Lo'campo spoke up from the corner gaining the man's attention. "Do ya now?" the sailor asked taking a step back to get a look at Lo'campo. This was good, no one else was paying attention, and if someone was they would be too drunk to remember anything from the night seeing how much they had been drinking. Lo'campo approached the man now closer to where only they could hear each other. "Yes indeed I do, we are good friends who know each other really well." He spoke calm and slow so the drunkard could understand what he was saying. If everything went as planned he could satisfy his need and be home with no problem."Where have you seen him?" The sailor asked now interested to find his friend. "Out in the woods. He went out with some ladies and a tent not too long ago. I see him when I go out to hunt." "That bastard! Always taking all the ladies. Take me to him, I have some words to say to him." This was all too fun for Lo'campo. Standing up he let the man out side and towards the walls of Sunberth where he would lead him out and into the woods.
The woods were dark, with every shadow making itself noticeable. He walked leading the man to an opening surrounded by tress and brush far from the city lights that were now barely visible. Being there lack of light, everything got darker allowing Lo'campo to take of his hood. "Where is the petcher?" The drunken sailor asked. Lo'campo turned around revealing his lakan. Now aware of what was going on, the sailor took a staggering swing at the Akalak. Lo'campo ducked under the swinging arm and tackled the man into the tree. Taking his lakan he quickly dug his weapon into the man's shoulders disabling him and forcing him to scream. The noise annoyed Lo'campo, he couldn't concentrate with all the noise. "You petching psycho!" the sailor let out using his weight to push Lo'campo off of him before running deeper into the forest. Lo'campo followed trotting lightly following the man who now drunk and injured fell down a hill and into another small opening. Lo'campo watched as the sailor struggled to stand back up with no progress do his his now non functioning arms. Taking aim Lo'campo flung his lakan, landing it into the man's thigh to which he cringed in pain.
"I see you...looking at me...looking at you...and I ask..Am I a psycho?" Lo'campo sang the words in a nursery rhyme tune meant for children. He moved from the brush showing himself to his victim. The man struggled to worm away from his killer making now no progress. Standing over him, Lo'campo was amused watching the man struggle. "You have been disturbing me all night with your rude words and disgusting behavior. You and your friend are both a stain on the world. I should have made him suffer as much as I am going to make you. Lo'campo took his foot and stepped onto his lakan, pushing it deeper into the man's leg. The sailor cried out calling for help to end his suffering. "I did it, is that what you want to hear, I rape, I murder, i'm running from a bounty, I do what everyone else in this petching city does. If you wouldn't have showed up I probably would have raped that waitress. Is that what you want? Are you satisfied now?" The man looked up to Lo'campo who had the same monotone expression on his face. "It's not why I'm killing you, but it is a good reason to do so. Thank you, now I have a cover up if anyone links me to your body...not that they will. " Now seeing it fit to shut the man up, Lo'campo fetched a tree limb and raised it. Ignoring the man's begging he gave swing, using all his strength to connect the limb with the sailors mouth, knocking his teeth in. Taking his lakan, he cut the man's tongue from his mouth to prevent him from forming words.
Satisfied with his handiwork, he turned around and proceeded to dig a deep grave for the man so his body would not be found. "Now that the stage is set, we can get to work. You see, my name is Lo'campo and well...I am a killer. It's not something that I take pride in, it's just something that I do. Like..you don't intend to get drunk off your feet, it's just something you do. I am not a serial killer, nor a cerulean see, no face markings. Honestly, I am a nice guy. It's just when bad people do bad things like disturb my peace or anyone else, I get agitated and when I get agitated, I gotta reclaim my peace so no hard feeling, it's just that you are a danger to the citizens and myself so I must dispose of you properly. Finally finished with the grave and his speech, Lo'campo got to work. Taking his lakan from the man's leg, he pulled the man down into his grave so the blood would not splatter and make a mess onto the ground. He stabbed and slashed at the groaning man that could do nothing to defend himself. He felt as the itch that he had before began to give way. He continued with the task now stomping onto the man's head pushing it into the dirt. Satisfying his need, Lo'campo slit the man's throat and forced his lakan into the back of the man's skull. Limp, cold, how long had he been in the grave? Pulling himself out, Lo'campo covered the hole with dirt then planting a bush he cut from further in the woods over the dead man's grave. Satisfied with his work he traveled to a near by pond to clean up. There was one less menace in the city, no one innocent died, he had taken more control over his darker personality, and he no longer felt the need to kill. Everything was good. Now he could go home. |
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