Malice

[Sl'askia]

(ooc: this bit takes place not long after the Lanar bit. This guy will be my first official 'evil' character. Warning this is very graphic. Um...if this is too violent let me know and ill see about taming it down...)

"Are yer sure you want to release him?" a slig asked his Vykker boss he typed in the access code to a secret room.
"It is becoming too costly to keep sending bounty hunter after bounty hunter after Spider. We were able to decode Basteks notes on the process he used to create him," the Vykker said as the door opened and they went in, "as well as the notes Myron used to create this one."
The Vykker turned on the lights to reveal a large cage in the room. Inside the cage was another crossbreed, the same type as Spider. This one was blood red with dark red spines; the spines were in three rows, the middle ones being the largest, all starting at the top of his head and running down to the tip of his tail. His eyes were orange and the skin on the back of his neck and his back was thick and had raised scale-like bumps. He was a little shorter then Spider...only 6 1/2 feet tall.
"Well, well, well." He said with a malicious tone in his voice, "for what reasons do you grace me with your presence this time?"
"Can it Malice." the Vykker snapped. The slig simply shuddered. "We have a job for you."
"A job?" Malice said with glee, "Oooo what is it?"
"You know of Spider correct?"
"Yes..." Malice growled, "He was all Myron would talk about. Spider this! Spider that! Got on my nerves that he was more interested in Spider then me! His own creation for ****ing sake!"
"Well you will get the chance to vent your frustions. I want you to hunt down and kill Spider."
Malice's face brightened. "Ooooo sounds like fun. I'll do it."
"Open the cage." the Vykker said to the slig.
"But..." the slig protested, afraid of Malice.
"Do it!"
Reluctently, the slig obeyed and Malice stepped out of his cage and stretched.
"So much more leg room out here." Malice said, "So how do you want me to kill him?"
"I don't care...we just want him dead!" the Vykker said.
"So many ways to kill someone...I'll have to think of a creative one." Malice grinned, "So how do I get out of here?"
The Vykker barked another command at the slig and the slig punched a code on a keypad on the wall. On one side of the room another secret door opened.
"That passage will take you outside, now go!" the Vykker said.
"Ooooo so full of surprises today." Malice coed, "Just one more thing..."
"And what is that?" the Vykker said, getting impatient.
Malice suddenly jumped the Vykker, tearing off his arms and legs. The slig he simply disemboweled. Malice then took the Vykker's limbs and hung them of the ceiling of his cage, using the sligs intestines as rope. He then headed for the passage, pausing for a moment.
"What you are not going to wave 'goodbye' to me?" Malice said, pretaining to be hurt, "Oh wait...you can't. I have 'disarmed' you."
Laughing evilly Malice then took off down the passage.

(ooc: please no one confront Malice yet. Or I will have to have him kill you in a very nasty way...*grin*

Spider: look out she's gone physco! *runs*)

[ August 26, 2001: Message edited by: Dragadon ]

[Sl'askia]

(ooc: just advancing the plot a bit. Again, please no one confront him yet. Wouldn't mind some feedback though. *grin*)

Malice walked along a trail in the forest. It was two days sense he was let loose and he was incrediablely hungry. He had managed to catch some smaller prey but nothing large enough to keep him going indefinately.

Shit. he thought, This is a ****ing forest, were are all the animals? I need food odd dammit!

Suddenly three sligs jumped out of the bushes in front of him. They were all heavily armored and armed: bounty hunters.

"Well lookie here." One said, "a stinkin' 'breed ter bring back in fer the bosses."

"Now don' make any sudden moves or we'll shoot." another said.

"In other words, come along peacefully and yer won't get hurt." the first said.

Malice just looked at them coolly and chuckled.
"You don't realized who you are dealing with." Malice said with a grin, showing his teeth. That was the only warning they got, as Malice struck the very next instant. He charged and rammed into the middle one, flipping him over his back. Tripped the one on his right with his tail as he turned toward the one on his left. He grabbed him and ripped off all his face tentacles, his arms followed.
By then the first two had gotten back up and started shooting. Malice dodged to one side and pounced on one of them. He easily ripped off the sligs armor and gutted him. He winced as a bullet struck him in the arm. He looked up at the last slig and frowned.

"That wasn't nice." Malice said as he approached him, "I will have to teach you a lesson."

Malice lashed out and knocked the gun out of the sligs hands. The slig, not about to be undone, took out a hunting knife and charged him. Malice just knock the knife out of his hands with a quick flip of his tail and grabbed him by the neck.
Malice just held him a moment, thinking of what he should do to this one. He felt his stomach growl, which gave Malice an idea. He smiled a chilling smile at the slig, who went pale.

"You know...." Malice said maliciously, "I have always wondered how much you can eat before the prey dies on you. Lets find out shall we?"

"No, please no! Help!" the slig cried.

"There is no helping you now slig." Malice said coldly as he stripped him of his armor and proceeded to devour him alive, the slig screaming in utter agony before finally feeling the blessing of death....

[Osiris The Fleech]

Very graphic.... very very graphic.

[Darksider]

Very nice... a bit like what is coming up in my storyline. Except it wont be my character who does the eatin'.

[Sl'askia]

(ooc: just a small bit this time. again...no confronting him yet.)

I’ll have to work on that. Malice thought as he worked his ‘magic’ on the bodies of the other two sligs, Weakling died on me when I was only a fourth of the way done with him. No matter, there will be other opportunities.
“Perfect.” Malice said to himself as he finished and stepped back to admire his work. He had strung the sligs intestines across the trail between two trees in a spider web-like fashion. At various points on the ‘web’ he had tied on the remaining parts of the sligs bodies.
Malice laughed with glee and ran off….

[stuntman_21]

Can anybody remember the Texas Chainsaw Massacre? Cuase that was the only thing as gruesome as this.

[Sl'askia]

(ooc: you think thats bad? get a load of this...)

Malice noticed that the further away he got from the industrilized areas the more game there was. He can keep himself fed rather easily now, but he hadn't been able to find anyone to mangle and he was getting anxious. He didn't waste his talent on the 'normal' prey animals, as he much prefered to hear screams and cries of mercy as he tormented and mutilated his victims.
I need to kill someone....animals don't cut it.... Malice thought grumbling, I need to keep up my 'skills'
He cocked his head when he heard something. Curious he followed the sound and spotted a group of muds building several huts. It was a village that was just being built and Malice could see about 20 muds; 5 were kids.
Excellent... Malice thought, as the licks his jaws, this is just what I needed.... He went into stealth mode and moved himself into position.

They didn't know what hit them...Malice jumped out of the undergrowth and attacked so swiftly that they hardly had a chance to fight back.
Malice attacked relentlessly, biting and tearing out throats of some, ripping the limbs off of others, slicing open and spilling the guts of others. The last two he took his time with; while pinning one under his weight he cut into and forcefully removed the arm and leg bones of the other. Did the same with the hands and feet, the mud screaming in agony the whole time. Finally the mud passed out and Malice went to the other one. This one he simply skinned alive, needless to say the mud didn't live long.

Malice looked at the carnage and laughed.
"Now the real 'fun' begans..." he said to himself with a grin that would cause a scrab to flee in fright. Laughing again he went to work. First he cut off all the heads and stuck each one on a sharp pole, forming a ring around the village. Next he took a length of intestine and the mud skin, climbed up one of the taller poles and tied the skin to the top of the pole like some groutest flag. Then he gathered up the rest of the intestines and started stringing them up around the village, tieing on the occasional lung, liver, and heart. Then, using his sharp claws, he shredded the remaining flesh and put it all in one big pile and threw the skeletons any which way, a couple ending up on the roofs of the incomplete huts.
"Whew" he said when he was done. "that was a lot of work." He admired his handy work and couldn't stop himself from yawning. Dam wore myself out. he thought with a chuckle, guess I should take a nap.
He walked over to gore pile he made and with a grin, climbed into it, completely covering himself with the shredded flesh of his victims, only his snout showing. Content...he fall asleep.

(ooc: FYI this village is about a days jounry from Pyke. You can have someone find whats left of this village if you like, just dont say you spotted Malice. It would ruin the plot I have planned.)

[Danny]

[OOC: well, not someone from the village...]

As the sun began to set over the gristly remains of the mudokon settlers, a hand reached up and disturbed their dangling remains. The hand wore a leather glove, heavily padded on the palm. The arm reached high: higher than the mudokons who up until recently had been working here; higher even than their murderer. As it touched the dangling entrails, it withdrew in disgust, and returned to the ground. Its owner turned to the other glukkon, who was slightly smaller.

"Looks like his handiwork."

The smaller glukkon nodded, his eyes wide. "Unmistakeable." He walked quickly over to a rock, and touched it with a finger. Examining his finger, he frowned, then sat down on it, pulling his tough gloves from his hands. Unconsciously, his fingernails moved up to his mouth, where he began to chew them, his wide eyes staring into the distance.

The larger glukkon frowned, then approached his companion. "Hey, Smick!" When there was no reply, he nudged the other glukkon, who started.

"Hmm?"

The other sighed, and sat beside him. "Don't do that to me! What if it happened when we were facing him, what would happen then?" He slapped Smick's hand away from his mouth. "And don't chew your nails like that, it makes you look like an idiot!"

Smick lowered his eyes. "Sorry. What did you want?"

"What do you think we should do now?"

"Do?"

The larger glukkon sighed. "Yes, do. Where do you think he'll be heading?"

"I think we should go back and get the others. Snip'll be able to track him."

"Yeah, but that'd take time, one of us at least should stay with him, making sure we don't lose him."

Smick nodded, thinking. Unconsciously, his fingers returned to his mouth, but his friend ignored them. "He hasn't ventured near any villages before now, I think this might be a new trend. There's a small town called Pyke near here, he'll probably head for that."

His companion, Ludd, nodded. "Why don't you go back and bring the flyer here? I'll follow Malice and radio you with my location, so you can find me."

Smick smiled. "You're a good friend, Ludd. I won't be long!" Rising suddenly, he made off back the way they'd come. Shaking his head, Ludd also rose, and, checking a map, headed off in a different direction.

[Sl'askia]

Malice was awakened by the two Glukkons talking. He had tensed, waiting to see if they would think to look for him in the flesh pile he was hiding in. They didn't and apperently had gone their seperate ways. He waited a few moments before raising out of the flesh pile like a zombie out of its grave. he shook off the bits of flesh and stood for a moment, thinking.
So they are after me eh? Malice thought with a chuckle, Sound's like they finally realized just how big of a mistake it was to release me.
He then remember what one said about bringing the others, so he knew he couldn't stick around.
What was that village they said? Pyke that's right. Maybe I should go there and set an ambush for those...bounties...but first I'll leave a little message for them...
By the time he had left and disappeared into the night...he had written in blood these words:

"I could have killed you two sooooo easily...but I decided to let the fact that I was literally right under your noses eat at you for a while. Ta. Malice"

[SlogMaster]

(who do you think you are, the next stephen king?) i'm impressed by malice's work, not only is he a cold blooded killer, but he has his own style. mabe i'll have to create an evil character, they sound like fun.