Factory Meeting!

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The villagers walked amongst themselves, the sky bright with the sun and business for everyone going well, as usual. All seemed peaceful and quiet, until a series of engines intterupted the voices and sounds of the joyous village. A motorcycle and a few military vehicles stopped right in the middle of the village, the passengers of each vehicle seeming to wear the usual day military uniform... All but one, the figure on the motorcycle, who wore clothing similiar to that of Auregese Spec. Ops. This figure, however, was not of the Auregese military, but rather a State Alchemist. As the motorcycle came to a halt, the mysterious figure stepped off and stood with the helmet still covering his entire head and face. For a second, the people just stared at him, confused and scared, but nearly pissed their pants when he moved to take off his helmet. The red helmet was removed to reveal the face of a young, Auregese man, known as Karyu 'Zan' Jisatsu. He had become notorius in many parts of Amestris for his attack on Briggs a while back, but became even more notorius for being the murderer of many Amestrian civilians.

Why would such a person work for Amestris? To him, it was pure fun and the freedom of doing his 'thing' whenever he wanted. He looked around, searching for the area where the coal mine was to be, and upon seeing it, quickly pulled his gunblade out of a holder on the side of his motorcycle. He drew the gunblade with quick speed and opened fire at the area where the coal mine was placed. The bullets rang with the sound of explosions as caves began to crumble and trap those who weren't lucky enough to escape. This was good. Karyu had the plan to add a bomb factory right next to the mining facility, and so, he could use the elimination of some company rivals.

"The state says make booms... SO YOU'LL HELP ME MAKE THINGS GO BOOM!!! TAHAHAHAHA!!!"

Construction vehicles moved through the area, heading for the position in which the factory would be built. Karyu tossed his helmet aside and rode off behind the vehicles on his motorcycle, the music playing in his headphones sounds drastically... Suicidal? He approached the small house that was set near the construction area just for him, and made his way inside quickly after parking his bike in the garage. He walked inside and into the basement, which seemed to be flooded by a crimson liquid and a large number of candles. He had a meeting today with an old friend, and what better place to meet than a prayer ground? Wait... Prayer ground?

"Great Goddess... I'll bloom flowers of suicide for you... AND THEY'LL ALL GO BOOM!!!! TAHAHAHAHA!!!"

The psychotic, high pitched laughter pierced through the sound of construction outside and rang through the house as Karyu continued to pray... Or chant something very quickly and demonic like.

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Tala frowned. This was a bad development. The military being here… she might get recognized, brought in and sentenced to death. That would be bad. She had such a lovely blood bath planned. The anxiety brought forth adrenaline, which made her almost dizzy with the craving for a man’s blood spilled across the ground… to taste it, the cool metallic tang…. She grinned demonically, her scarily blue eyes glittering with anticipation, shimmering bright in her pale face, rimmed by thick black circles of makeup. She straightened out her clothes, fingers trailing lightly over the ragged ends of her checkered skirt-thing. She slunk along quietly to the new construction site, a long, curved knife in hand. She slunk along like a jungle cat as she crept behind a pile of machinery, eyes locking on a man. He was alone. She slunk forward and stood there, grinning evilly as he turned around.

“You’re going to die, lovely crimson maker.” she said, sounding almost sweet as she spoke.

And then she lunged forward with her knife. The man let out a blood curdling scream of fear that could probably be heard by most of the town. Tala didn’t care. She plunged the steel blade into the man’s stomach and twisted. Blood rushed forth in a torrent. The smell hit her and she let out a low, pleased sound as she got the limp body and slit his temple. She lapped up a bit of the blood, knowing people would arrive soon.

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[i]Karyu sat quietly, alone, in the pool of blood, surrounded by candles. His eyes had become clear as ice, and his voice carried throughout the basement in a low whisper that was faint ad light. The whispers seemed to echo as if hundreds of people whispered at once, speaking of things that children only hear about in scary stories. He sighed slightly after he finished his chanting, which sounded demonic and evil, and headed upstairs, changing into a new outfit. This outfit was a tight, black, sleeveless shirt that stopped right at his bellybutton, revealing his lower abdominal structure. He also wore leather pants, black, zipper dress shoes, which he called male heels, a leather jacket that came down to his ankles, black nailpolish, and black leather gloves. As he was placing his mask on his face, which reseambled rotten, decaying flesh over the top left of his face, he heard a shreek from outside. His left eye, which was surrounded by the mask, turned pure white as he ran outside to where the sound was.

He stared at the young woman, slightly confused and excited. Not many had the guts to stand up t the military, but she said otherwise, apparently. He whispered lightly, his words inaudible at the moment. A disgusting, sadistic smile took to his face as his grip on his gunblade tightened. She was a pretty girl... But something was diffrent about her. He reached into his pocket and pulled out two white earphones and placed them in his ears, the sound of angry, grudge like music echoing from the tiny earphones. He spoke lightly, his voice sadistic and near demonic like as if he was possessed by something evil.

"You've come to kill my men? I can't have that now..."

He snapped his fingers and the gravity around him and the girl doubled itself in pressure. He smiled slightly before lessening the pressure on his body and calmly walking towards the girl. He revealed his clean, whitened... fangs? And his eyes, left being white, and right being azure, locked onto the girl as a small chuckle escaped him.

"You must want to die..."

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Tala's eyebrows went up coolly as this man... or woman, spoke. She opened her mouth to reply, lips stained red from the dead man's blood, but she suddenly felt heavy. She collapsed to her knees, refusing to release her prize. In a fit of adrenaline induced madness, she latched her mouth onto the wound and sucked at the clotting blood, filling her mouth and throat with the red liquid. Some trickled done her face, splattering dark red rosets on her clothing. She shivered in delight at the taste, finnaly releasing the dead man's body when she could get no more blood flow.

"I didn't really plan it. It was more the towns people I was after, but he was a convenient kill." her unearthly blue gleamed, showing an acceptance of dying, but a determination to go down kicking.

"If you plan on killing me, why not make it fair, let me fight back?" she slowly drew the curved knife from the corpse's stomach, moving languidly thanks to how heavy she felt.

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Karyu nearly burst out into a laughing fit at this woman. He held back his laughter, however, feeling that it would make him look crazier then he already was. He slowly approached the girl, his sadistic smile staying intact as she made protests against him holding her down without a fighting chance. He slowly brought his gun up to her face, and before he knew it, he dropped it, finding her not even worth killing. He sighed slightly and simply snapped his fingers, finding a more beneficial use for her. He gave her a command that he would love to see her play out... A command that most would find to be... Well... Disgusting.

"Drop the knife, and maybe I won't crush your insides, feast on your flesh, and add your blood to my prayer ground..."

As he said this, his eyes slendered, and his smile faded away as he stared into the girls eyes. Sure, she seemed to not fear death... But he would make her fear him. He whisperedto himself over and over again, repeating the word 'BOOM!!' louder and louder each time. He seemed like a psycho... But who cares? He was the one who was still alive, and in power. He continued to wait for the girl to relinquish her weapon, and to give her a little convicing, he snapped his finger again, increasing the gravity another two fold.

"Come on, pretty face, drop it..."

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Tala narrowed her eyes slightly, but she'd play his game. Lip curling in distaste, she licked the blade clean before returning it to the bandages wrapped around her legs. She wasn't going to leave it here, not her favorite knife.

"There. The knife is gone. But listen here. I'm only obeying you because if Idie, the taste of blood and fear will be lost to me." she stated, voice calm, despite the fact that she was slowly sinking closer to the ground, the weight intense.

She studied this man a bit more. He... she... it intrested her.

"Allow me up, and we might have something to discuss." A crazed smile graced her face, pale eyes showing intrest as opposed to hatred. She darted a last look at the corpse.

"He didn't taste particularly good." she stated boredly, sinking closer to the ground, muscles aching from the strain. You could almost see her quiver as she tried to intake a larger amount of air.

"And don't call me pretty. It's been a long time since I allowed anyone the courtesy."

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Karyu simply rolled his eyes, turning his back to the woman and the pressure around the area returning to normal. He let out a slight yawn as the woman commented on allowing anyone to give her such coutesy and blah blah blah, he didn't care eough to listen much. She would just make for a good play thing for now... He stood and stared at the skies as rain clouds slowly came into view. He raised his hand and twitched two fingers, signaling to follow him. She could try to stab him now if she wanted... He knew this, but he had very little to no worry at all. He would see what this psychopath was capable of today.

"Test me, and I won't hesitate to finish you off, pretty one..."

Almost beckoning her to attack him, he stepped off on his left foot, almost as if he was marching, his heels clicking on the ground with each step. He made his way towards the village, the people returning to their homes in fear of him and the rain coming up ahead. He cared not if the woman was following or not, for he was prepared to stop her in her tracks and put an end to her with one bullet. SHE'D JUST GO BOOM!!

"BOOM!! TAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!"

Bursting out into random laughter, Karyu seemed crazier and crazier by the second, but this was only the beginning. Unfortunately, his commander would not allow mindless or senseless killing, so he'd need to withhold his bloodlust... Including this womans need to spill the crimson fluid...

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Tala slowly rose to her feet, shouting an irritated look at the persons back before following. She didn't suppose she had a lot of choice.

"Where's some whiskey when you need it." she muttered darkly, boots hitting the ground loudly, as though she were stamping her feet.

"Where are we going, anyway? I'm a wanted criminal you know." she added after a moment, anxious about being seen by military personnel.

Realizing she was falling behind just a bit, she quickened her pace, her blowing back, showing her other eye, revealing that she could, in fact, be buetiful if she changed her and dressed a bit diffrently.

I don't like this. she thought, licking blood from her lips. It seems strange that someone would invite a girl that was just feeding from a corpse like a vampire to follow them. This doesn't quite add up.

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Karyu led the woman into the village and into his home, shutting the door behind her. He walked into the kitchen and began making two cups of tea as if she was an old friend. The house was elaborate and decorated nicely, fit for only the richest. Why move out into a crappy shithole like this? Well, that he decided to keep to himself for now. Upon that, a slight moan came from the basement, however, Karyu rushed over and shut the door, and quirky smile taking shape on his face. He continued making tea with one hand, and grabbed his remote with the other, cutting music that seemed to be an upbeat type of Auregese rock. He smiled lightly after adding a crimson liquid to the tea and walked over to her, placing it in her hands.

"I know exactly who you are. The military keeps us well informed of psychopaths... But you see, I'm not quite mentally straight myself, so why torture someone who shares my point of view?"

Karyu chuckled lightly before taking another sip of the crimson tea, which seemed to give off an akward smell, not disgusting, but like that of cherry blossoms fused with a rose. He removed his mask, revealing his two azure eyes as they fell onto the girl gently. His blonde and brown hair quickly fell into place, however, covering his left eye as he stared at the girl with a slightly disturbing smile... If you were a good psychiatrist. His smile actually looked warm and inviting, and very kind as he snapped his fingers and pointed upstairs.

"Your clothing reeks of blood, I have spare female clothing upstairs in the first room on your right. Change... Now."

He smiled at her again and sat back in his chair, crossing his legs femininely while sipping his tea. He was a very demanding person for someone he just met... But then again, she was lucky to still be alive, ne?

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She looked around. Interestingly decorated.

"So I'm listed as a pyschopath, how quaint." she smirked, just a little. "Not surprising though. My own mother tried drowning me." she shrugged her shoulders and went to walk upstairs, then paused.

"I'm sure you don't mind, but I'm leaving my toys here." she smiled as she pulled her two swords from beneath her shirt, a few butchers knives tucked into her waistband, a semi-automatic hand pistol, dozens of long, deadly needles filled with poison, dozens of knives, and a few hand grenades. She set everything lightly on a table, keeping a single knife on her person as she walked up the stairs.

She hesitantly closed the door after herself, locking it and stripping to her undergarments and the bandages that held her weapons. She removed the blood stained bandages , revealing shiny scars all over her body. She heitantly searched for something suitale to wer, but nothing seemed quite right. None of it was her taste.

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Karyu sighed as the woman revealed an entire aresonol of weaponry before him and set it on a table before him, all but that butcher knife. He wasn't surprised she kept herself so heavily guarded and prepared... But this was a bit much. He simply sipped the crimson tea, the taste of poison tickeling his tongue. He finally decided to turn the music up louder, the music moving to a slow themed ballad being sung by a female. He gently moved his finger before him, as if it was a dancer, and chuckled slightly, his sanity showing for a brief moment. He was wondering what was taking her so long, and decided to place his cup of tea on the table and headed upstairs. He opened the door with ease, somehow, and walked in, going through the closet.

"I wasn't expecting company, so forgive me for not stocking up on other types of clothing... You won't fit in as my assisstant with those rags, however... You'll need to be sexier... Darker... I have just the things."

Karyu pulled out a pair of leather pants, which he seemed to have hundreds of, a long blouse that split open right above the bellybutton and went down to the ankles, however, left her to choose the type of shoes. He looked at her and smiled warmingly, the scars, and pure fact that she was nude, not slightly bothering him. He simply pointed at them with his finger and nodded slightly.

"What about these? They'll look beautiful on you... You'll be the look of the town... And one of the few to actually be able to turn those scars into art of beauty..."

He chuckled slightly, his attitude hard to take seriously. He acted so natural around even a complete stranger, and was even giving fashion advice, despite being mistaken for a male and a female at times. Nobody could ever figure out his gender... But why?

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Tala yelped slightly, moving to cover herself, if only a little. Her eyes then found the clothes, widening slightly.

"I'll admit, you have an excellent fashion sense." she stated with an approving nod, fingers trailing lightly over scars across her chest as she let her hands drop.

Her face tinged red slightly as he spoke of the ugly scars that marred her otherwise tan skin. "I doubt that'll ever happen." she said softly, fingers unconciously finding a particularly large scar across her lower stomach. It was puckered and white, obviously from a deep blade.

Her face returned to assured confidence. "Assistant? Where did that idea come from? And I'd like to ask for an introduction." she paused for a moment, thinking. "I'm Tala-Layla Eriqua, by the way." she added, turning her head so that the hair covered half of her face was turned to him.

"And if my clothes must be changed, will I have to change my hair? My eyeliner?" she asked, eyes narrowing slightly in disdain, even though he probably couldn't see.

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Karyu set the clothing on the bed and approached her slowly before bending down and staring at the scar on her stomach and simply chuckled lightly. He could easily turn this into an art of beauty... Fashion and killing were two things he was always good at. He returned to his feet when she asked for an introduction, however, he decided now was not the time. He would further explain his intentions after cleaning her up. He simply yawned slightly and turned his back to her, walking to the dresser, which bore a mirror, and looked at his reflection. He slid his hands through his hair, which was blonde and brown, and smiled warmly before he turned back to her with make up in his hands.

"I'm offering you a chance to kill without being persecuted or arressted. I'll need an assisstant of beauty and with a correct state of mind, with a vision of a beautiful future. Someone who shares my ideals, and fear not even the depths of hell..."

Karyu laughed lightly and placed the make-up back on the dresser before he walked back over to the closet to grab his katana. He pulled it out slowly, along with a different mask. He took off his current mask and slid it into a drawer, shutting it closed quickly. He turned back to her and looked behind her, out the window, at the rain that began to pound down on the outside of the house.

"If you trust me, I can bring your wildest dreams to fruition, all while making those scars prettier one by one. Trust me... And you'll be bathing in blood without having to watch your back."

Karyu chuckled slightly and walked up to the girl quickly, placing his hand on her cheek and bringing his face inches away from hers. His eyes had changed into a disturbing sight, turning pure black with a silver like colored iris. He smiled psychoticly, his lips inches away from hers before he spun around and grabbed the shirt tossing it at her.

"Put it on, I don't need you getting sick on me..."

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Tala caught the shirt, sliding it on ver her head and untucking her long hair. She looked at the man like he was crazy, not that she should talk.

"Killing? Without any worries at all? A bit to good to be true." she said, trying to hide the blussh that had come to her face from the close contact. She hadn't been that close to someone in three or four years, and it creeped her out.

She turned lightly, examining the shirt with a sharp eye while avoiding looking at her... gracious host. She turned quickly. "Hell does not scare me. But I am intrigued by your words." she added, slowly moving and picking up the pants to pull on.

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Karyu chuckled, having a feeling she'd say that. He simply walked out the room and allowed her some privacy as she got changed. He made his way back downstairs, into the kitchen, and sat back down in the living room, on his leather couch, and relaxed himself. He stared once more at the aresenal the girl carried with her and sighed, deciding they'd definately have to find a way for her to make those alt more... stylish if she decided to keep them. He had a number of ideas, but would wait until she made her decision to make any suggestions. Why waste time decorating the items of a dead man?

"Make sure to take off that make-up! Or redo it! Either one is fine!"

Karyu laughed slightly before he turned the music back up, crossing his legs femininely and sipping his cup of tea. He had plenty of things he had planned out ready, but if she turned down his offer... Then what? He simply shrugged it off and closed his eyes, drifting off into sleep lightly, his katana held loosely in his hands...

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Tala scowled as she slipped the pants in, sticking her feet into her old boots, the only thing spotless about her old clothes.

"Fine!" she huffed, stepping over to the mirror and wiping off the thick make-up, reaplying it a bit more elegantly now that she didn't have to rush.

Running her finger through her hair, she tucked her knife into her boot and stepped lightly from the room. Walking slowly down the stairs, her boots making a soft thud with each step, she slowly headed back for that living room where she left her arsenal.

"Well?" she asked, voice softer, not holding quite as much malice. She lightly folded her arms, resisting that psychotic urge to pick up her handgun, to run her fingers over the smooth metal of her swords. Her fingers tightened around her fore arms, biting her lip until it bled. That urge to have her weapons was so strong, it was driving her insane.

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Karyu peeped from one eye, opening it slightly before making a little 'eh' sound and closing his eye back. He seemed to rest for a few seconds, not the slightest movement coming from his body before he suddenly opened both his eyes and looked at the woman. He could see a light tint of red along her lip, and saw the lust in her eyes and nearly burst into laughter. This woman was weak in will, obviously, and was apparently resisting a certain urge. Standing up, Karyu drew his katana and walked over to her, slapping her cheek, lightly, with the cold steel. He could tell that this woman had a serious issue... Which made her all the more expendable and easier to use. He sighed lightly and walked past her, pushing her forward, towards the table. He spoke to her, not looking back at the woman, as he walked back into the kitchen.

"Take them! I can see the obvious restraint in your eyes and actions. Tch, just like psychos like you to be so weak..."

Karyu was preparing himself another cup of tea as he sat behind the counter, never looking up from his cup to see what she was doing. He yawned slightly, but hid it as to not be rude, and to stray her from getting any ideas. He tapped the floor lightly with his foot before he finally looked up at her with a blank expression.

"Ah, my name... I almost forgot. I am Karyu, Karyu Jisatsu. Ji-sat-su, su-i-cide. So, will you take up my offer and become my new assistant? I can help make those weapons legal, and decorate them nicely like my katana."

He held up the long blade which had a series of kanji written along the blade. It was a poem of death, sorrow, and explosions, and the beauty each character brought to the world. The sheath was purple, with flower like designs along them, and the hilt of the blade had a little surprise inside it. He sipped his tea and turned his back to the woman once more, leaning against the counter and counting the seconds it took her to reply.

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Tala's lip curled, muttering darkly that she wasn't weak. And she wasn't. She just so happened to feel unsafe without the weapons close by, without a defence against the outside world that hated her. She knew they hated her to. Her mother trying to kill her, her father not wanting her, that man who trained her, her ex who betrayed her...

She snapped from her thoughts when he spoke again.

"Ah, nice to meet you. ...I suppose." she said, crossing to the table and picking up a single, small knife. She lightly ran her thumb over the edge, not even batting an eye as her thumb bled.

"Make them legal? Change them?" she asked, slowly replacing the small knife on the table, instead picking up the handgun, eyes scanning the tarnished steal.

"What does this entail. Being your assistant, I mean." she asked nonchalantly. "It sounds at the very least interesting, and I'll probably say yes... but still." she didn't finish her sentence, instead let it trail off, suspended in space, leaving the mind to ask questions.

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Karyu chuckled slightly as she muttered something about ot being weak... Bt feeling unsafe wthout a mass of protection describes that of the weak. He simply pushed the matter aside and sipped his tea lightly, watching the rain fall from the sky and pound on the windows. He longed to spill blood in such beautiful weather, however, unlike most sadist, he was able to control and contain his lusts. He pushed himself off of the counter and walked over to the girl so he could explain the position face to face... Atleast, he was going to until he saw her thumb. He walked over to her calmly and grabbed her thumb and placed his mouth over the cut lightly, sucking the blood from the wound, and enjoying the taste of flesh.

"If you want this job... I suggest you quit hurting yourself, or else you'll end up dying faster when the enemy reopens an old wound..."

Karyu removed his mouth from the cut and sighed lightly, revealing his tongue, which had a light, red tint on it from the blood. He sat back down and turned down the music while looking her in the eye. She would make for a good harbringer, no? Beautiful, deadly, psychotic, and his favorite of all... Poisonous. He chuckled to himself, wondering how to play this one. If he could convince her to join him, then he'd be the first of the Four Horsemen to hold a steady harbringer. He smiled at her kindly, although, most would find him disturbing, seeing as his attitude contradicted such a loving smile.

"I am a military official, apart of a high ranking special operations unit. I build myself as a Dragon Unit, meaning, my ranking system for my squad would be built like that as a dragon. For example, I am the dragon itself, however, with you on my side, I'll have an eye... metaphorically. So, if you were to join me, you would be known as the Left Eye of the Dragon. Your job would be simple: Follow my orders, work to serve only me and Amestris, help me to orchaestrate the building of explosive devices, and finally... Help me with paper work. Simple, ne?"

He made a light laugh at the end of his question and sipped his tea. He was a very feminine and light character for someone who spoke so... Dangerously and darkly. He smiled slightly behind his cup and awaited her response, only wondering what she'd say...

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Tala eyed him warily, eyes scanning the clean cut on her thumb. She sighed, seemed to weigh the handgun in her hand, before letting it fall back to the table with the slightest clatter.

"Orders. I can handle that. I can handle explosives to. And I suppose I can do paperwork. But I warn you, I didn't have much in the ways of schooling." she stated bluntly, resting her fingers lightly on her hip. "I am literate, though." she added as an afterthought.

Work for this man... take orders from someone so much like that which she sought to destroy... paperwork. Her lips curled into a smile, the cut from biting her lip bleeding slightly from the movement.

"You have yourself an assistant." she said after another moment's thought. Despite the fact that the disturbing smile did not leave, you could see, in her eyes -if you knew where to look- that she was aprehensive, perhaps a bit frightened even.

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Karyu smiled widely when she agreed to work with him and leapt to his feet in happiness. He then noticed something strange... Her lip was bleeding What better way to mark her first day than... He grabbed her hand and kissed her lightly, the taste of her blood flowing into his mouth. It had been so long since he could feast on so much blood with relaxation and calmness. After a few seconds he ulled back and licked the blood off his lips before he chuckled slightly and motioned for her to follow him. He walked towards the door where whispers could be heard coming from earlier. Once he opened the door, the aroma of blood took to the air and filled the house. He made a slight smile before it seemed that something dragged him down the steps and slammed the door behind him. However, despite all the noise that came from downstairs, his voice could be heard from below.

"Tala! I have something to show you! Come down here!!"

Karyu laughed lightly before he turned back and stared at the pool of blood that covered the entire floor. He made a slight, demonic smile and stepped into the pool, candles lighting his way through the blood. He placed his hand on a candle and brought the fire to his eyes, watching the flame dance wildly... Wildly.

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Tala stood there, totally frozen. Her skin had gone pale and eyes wide. He’d the nerve… the guts… the stupidity to kiss her. Her eyes were huge as she stood there in a stupor, mind whirling. She very slowly licked her lips, as though checking they were still there. She really hadn’t been expecting that.
Apparently the devious wolf has found someone just as crazed, if not more so. thought that little voice in the back of her head, that sane bit of consciousness that knew full well how insane she was, even if the main part of Tala-layla denied it.
”Coming.” she called softly, the slight dazed state of mind showing through in her tone. Shaking her head roughly to clear it, she carefully checked that it was the right door before opening it, slinking down the steps to find Karyu.
She moved quietly; bent ever so slightly at the waist, posture defensive, if only out of habit. She moved carefully, eyes widening at the intoxicating red that pooled on the ground.

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Karyu stood in the pool of blood, the crimson fluid soaking his pant legs around his ankles. His eyes danced with the wild flames before he set the candle down on a table that held a book on it with Auregese writing on it. He then looked over at a corpse, lying lifeless, yet still alive in a way. The flesh was not decayed, and the eyes followed their every movement, yet neither Karyu nor Tala dared to move towards the horrendous site. He slowly stepped towards the body, blood flowing from the eyes and mouth of the corpse that laid in a cover of cobwebs as blood flowed freely from various parts of the body. The eyes traced Karyu carefully before he knelt down before it and kissed the dead man, or so believed to be dead, on the lips gently before speaking.

"The depths of hell is an interesting place, my child. I have learned of the figure named 'Father' who has complete control over a special group of... Inhuman creatures far diffrent from what we know as chimarae. These creatures are known as Homunculi, in plural form, however, the singular would just be Homunculus. This beautiful, crimson river of blood tells me all I need to know about these mystical creatures, and their capabilities. With their power... Amestris could stand tall and bring ruin to all of this disgusting world. The chaos... The killing... The blood that would be shed and spilled and splashed all throughout the land is a sight of true beauty."

Karyu slowly arose to his feet, a slight chuckle escaping his lips. As he arose to his feet, high pitched psychotic laughter rang throughout the room, and whispers consumed the mind of all those around Karyu. He too began to whisper in a demonic tone, his words coming out in Latin tongue, followed with a slight, sadistic chuckle. To many, they would be standing in hell itself, except the heat had not yet been turned on. No, instead of it being hotter than the sun in the basement, it was actually deathly cold, the breath visible, even at its slightest. Suddenly, the sound of struggle could be heard behind them as the voices that whispered grew louder and angrier. Karyu slowly turned around, and drew his katana slowly, facig the noise of muffled screams of horror. As he walked towards the noise, a man, who was sweaty and smelled of sexual intercourse and sperm, struggled to break freak free of a chair in which he was bound to by barbedwire. Lots of barbed wire. Karyu slowly slid his katana across the face of the man, licking his lips in ecstasy as the man screamed in pain, struggling for freedom.

Reaching into his pocket, Karyu pulled out a picture of a young woman and a black blindfold and smiled at the man sadisticaly. He slendered his eyes in disgust at the sight of the man, who was actually a convicted rapist who escaped to this part of Amestris, continuing his sick deeds. The picture that Karyu held in his hand was taken at the last crimescene in which the man raped a female while she was blindfolded, slicing her flesh open, and had shoved sharp items into... Various places. Karyu found this man to be truly disgusting, and had decided to make him pay two fold what the females had to pay. He would be a sacrafice that would leave all criminals horrified and in shock. Karyu leaned forward and placed the blindfold over the mans eyes, while reaching into a bucket and pulling out a handful of tacks. He shoved them into the mouth of the man who screamed in pain, but his mouth was soon closed again with the cloth, forcing him to choke and swallow on some of the tacks. However, he was not dead yet, for Karyu quickly removed the rag after noticing the rapist had swallowed some of the tacks, causing him to spit up blood. The man was crying in pain, but more torture awaited him...

"Don't demand with filthy, blatant greed... Burned dark red into the back of your neck are the scratches of discremination. Don't demand anything anymore!! In those fuckeringly illuminated, sweet, fleeting days, she was forced to smile blindfolded, and you constantly told her 'I don't care if it's a fake love' as if it was your favorite phrase, right? You sick bastard! Well guess what? Your final art is your dead face..."

Grabbing a kerosene can, Karyu forced the liquid down the mans throat, the sensation of flames consuming the entire mouth and throat as it poured over the cuts in his mouth. Karyu was having fun... Psychotic... Disturbing fun. He was a psychotic man who found pleasure in causing pain... And when the term 'pleasure' is used, all you needed to do was look at his pants. He licked his middle finger, cleaning the blood off of it as he swung a quick left hook at the man, knocking him into the ground.

"You wanna give it a shot, Tala?"

[Guest]

Tala watched the scene in wide eyes suspense. All thoughts of Karyu's invasion of her private space gone, as well as any thoughts of the still bleeding cut on her lip. Her eyes were fixated on the tortured man, unearthly cyan eyes glittering.

"Anything in particular you want done?" she asked, softly. Obviously he knew the way to the pyschopath's undying trust, loyalty and amiration.

This man... my employer... he really knows his way around pain. she thought, resisting the urge to drool. She both loved causing pain, and was fine with recieveing it, hence her calmness with injuries.

"I feel anything I do will be inaduquate." she murmered softly, eyes never leaving the red. But then the rest of his speech hit her through her lust clouded mind.

"A humunculus? I've heard the word tossed about but never undertood what they are."

[Guest]

Karyu walked behind her and grabbed a needle filled with a azure liquid, and calmly walked past her and struck the needle into his vain with full force, injecting the fliud into his body. This chemical was a toxin that was not lethal, but caused an immense amount of pain on the receivers part. HIs organs would feel as if they were on fire, and it'd feel as if someone took katana and piereced through his skin reeatedly. The rapist screamed in pain, begging the heavens for mercy, however, he was too late... He had been admitted one free pass into hell. Pulling the needle out slowly, he lifted the chair back to a stading position and grabbed a knife from off the shelf filled with different blades. This knife had jagged edges and assured to make slicing as painful and wrenching as possible. He wrapped his arms around Tala and placed the knife in her hands, slowly tracing the mans face with the blade slowly.

"The chemical I put in him will cease the bleeding for a good three hours. He will be in immense pain that entire time, but there is more pain to cause him. Imagine if he tied you up, blindfolded you, beat you, and raped you constantly for thrre days straight. What would you do to him?"

Karyu dug the blade into the face of the man, ripping through his skin slowly, his screams of pain ringing throughout the entire village. Karyu gave a slight chuckle before he ripped the blade out of the cheek, leaving blood to slowly drizzle out of the scar left o his face. He then moved Tala aside for a second only to stomp his foot into the man's manhood. The rapist screamed in pain again, tears balling from his eyes as he spit up blood and screamed in horrific pain as his mouth burned as if it were on fire, his insides seemed to blaze like a red flame, and his flesh felt as if it was stabbed and ripped open repeatedly. This man was getting a true taste of hell...

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