Eighteen fires set [voice/action]

[mr_fahrenheit]

*Pyro sounds frightening to say the least. His voice is hinting at how unstable he's become through the paranoia and fear of the past few days.*

No...No. Not him! And I know Demo didn't do this shit either...especially not to Reisen...

Whoever the fuck killed Medic, I will come after you and kill you myself...Watch you burn to death, screaming and begging for mercy...Better yet, I'll just cut you to pieces with an axe. I won't fucking let you get away with this. Just try me...

--
*Pyro's out wandering on Kramden road, axe in hand. He looks about like he's lost his mind.*

((OOC: Unless you're a known non-threat to Pyro, stay away from him.))

Comments

[blewitup.livejournal.com]

Ah got yer back, mate...they're gonna pay for wot they did to Medic...to Princess...to Bonneh's little friend...an all those other guys!

[Demo's got two belts of glassbombs on, as well as a bottle of his favorite Mayfield-brand spirits. And judging by how he's walking, he's slightly more drunk than usual.]

Ey...Pyro...wot...wot if ah did do some of it, though?

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

...You didn't. There's no fucking way you'd kill people without a reason...and those in the blast range never count.

[blewitup.livejournal.com]

Heh, yeh, you're right, if ah'd done it, there wouldn't be enough left t' find anyway.

...but...but wot if Grady's brainwashin an controllin me? He knows about all o us...

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

A hand here or there.

...I think we're all targets. You're giving Grady too much credit...

[blewitup.livejournal.com]

Yeh kin nevah give a cheatah too much cedit. An Grady's the biggest cheat ah know. He could play us all like spies if he wanted to.

...Wotchu think 'appened to spy, anyway...'e woz actin funny right before 'e dissapeared...

[Demo's a bit nervous, and is trying to keep his mind off of what he knows might be inevitable.]

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

... You think he was working against us? It doesn't matter now, even if he were...

[blewitup.livejournal.com]

Nah, Spy'd nevah do summin like tha...but ah bet 'e found out summin big. Summin so big they 'ad to let him outta 'ere so 'e wouldn't let on wot 'e knew. 'E found the way out. An' Ah bet as soon as 'e got out 'e went an forgot this place ever existed...

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

...Spy tended to always be out for himself. Who knows. We'll sure as hell never know.

hoping this is okay :p

[goesnickersnack.livejournal.com]

[Everyone is this fucking town could be one of the murderers; from the report, it even sounds like some are taking vigilante justice into their own hands and it makes Caroline's stomach twist with sickness. Death should happen in its own course, not like this.

She's underslept (couldn't sleep if she wanted to) and meandering down various streets on what she's deeming patrol, a shovel in hand, having ditched the rest of her arsenal for the one.]

Perfectly fine.

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

*Pyro stares at the newcomer, gripping his axe handle tighter. He has no idea who this girl is, but in his mind, she's as good as dead. He doesn't say anything, just steps out of sight for the moment.*

/o/

[goesnickersnack.livejournal.com]

[Something catches the corner of her eye and she goes rigid, gripping the shovel tighter and standing her ground.

Cat. It was a cat, the feline mewing and sauntering out of sight between a couple of houses.

This place is making her paranoid and it's going to drive her crazy in the end, she can feel it.]

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

*He stays hidden, crouching down behind the bush he'd been using for cover. He works best as an ambush predator...just wait. Wait and strike when it was best. Whoever Caroline is, it didn't matter to him; she is now a threat and should be killed*

[goesnickersnack.livejournal.com]

[She scrubs at her face with the heel of a palm before continuing on her way past the bush Pyro is hiding behind. There's nothing to indicate to her that it isn't just a normal bit of Mayfield shubbery.]

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

*Except for the sudden rustle of brush as he jumps out from it once she passes. He has his axe over his head and brings it down, aiming to strike Caroline in the head to end it quickly*

[goesnickersnack.livejournal.com]

[The rustle definitely gets her attention and if it weren't for her being so skittish and quick on her feet, her head would be split pretty evenly down the the middle. Yeah. She kinda likes her head where it is, thanks.]

WHAT'N FUCK ARE YA DOIN'?!

[She's turned around, breathing hard and bringing the shovel up.]

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

*Pyro doesn't answer and just stands back upright, rushing at her again. Shovels be damned -- he'd fought with the BLU Soldier before, he knew what kind of damage they could do*

[goesnickersnack.livejournal.com]

[HOLY MOTHER OF --

The shovel is up, trying to block off the blow, but that's not going to stop an axe with enough force behind it.

The wooden pole splits and... yup. That's an axe embedded in her chest cavity, the lovely sound of ribs splintering accompanying the blow.]

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

*Mm, that's a nice splatter of blood all over Pyro's face and chest. There's not even so much a flinch at the wood splinters in his hands now. He rips the axe out of its resting place in Caroline's chest and brings it down again*

[goesnickersnack.livejournal.com]

[It seems like time slows down. She has just enough time to look down at her chest -- bone splinters sticking out, warm blood gushing -- before looking up again.

Oh hey. The axe is back and -- right into the carotid artery. By this point, it's safe to say she's dead.]

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

*Pyro frees his axe and just leaves Caroline's body where it falls in the street. He nudges the corpse with his foot, a frightening smile on his face.*

...One.

[unless-itsafarm.livejournal.com]

-Click click-

Let's go head huntin', boys.

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

...Knew you wouldn't let me down.

[unless-itsafarm.livejournal.com]

Damn right.

[bustydefense.livejournal.com]

Please... stop.

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

...I can't.

[bustydefense.livejournal.com]

Yes... yes you can.

[playswithwater.livejournal.com]

[Just watching quietly from his roof. If the mun had been awake earlier, he might have helped Caroline DX]

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

*Still covered in blood and just standing there*

[playswithwater.livejournal.com]

[Sad, the lengths to which people would go for those they cared about]