[Closed]King of Crazy

[devon splyce parker]

Light blue, almost silver eyes danced around the park in the fading light of day, then down at his own, gashed and torn wrists thoughtfully. Blood dripped down his hands, and Devon watched it with a curious expression before looking back up at the sky.

A lone child swinging silently at the other end of the park. Devon chewed at his lip in silence, wondering if the effort was worth it. where was the boys mother?

Without a second thought, without a hint of pity, he shifted into a large, black dog, foaming hungrily at the jowls. Silver eyes didn't waver from his prey, and he barked, charging forward. A scream emitted at the sight of the creature tearing towards the young boy. Devon didn't falter once.

[dallas emery atkins]

Dallas walked into the park, her light brown eyes surveying the place. She was so scared of being alone, but Duskin had to work late. So she had decided to come to the park. She hugged her textbook to her chest, her messanger back thumping against her thigh as she walked slowly towards a bench.

She took a seat at it, sitting under the tree. She opened her text book with shaking hands, then looked down at it. 'Oh, why'd you have to work late?' She thought, biting her lip. She looked up and saw a dog dart past, then looked back down at her book until she heard a scream. She started shaking, hugging her arms to herself. 'I don't wanna be here..' She thought, looking around.

[devon splyce parker]

Devon gazed down at the young child lying beneath his paws, and he shifted back, crouching protectively over the kill. Dark hair shadowed his eyes, eyeliner making them stand out even more, bloodshot and wary, a pair of ratty bat wings now protruding from his back.

He gazed back down at the child, licking at sharpened teeth, and lifted it in his hands, nails lengthened to claws. He tore into the young child without shame, had admitted awhile ago this was who he was, what he did, growled faintly as a bird landed on top of the swingset. Eyes glanced up, blood running down his chin as he stood and walked towards the dumpster upon finishing his meal, dropping the body of the young boy inside. Wings were retracted back within, eyes bloodshot almost as one might look if they were high. He gazed back down at his torn arms, then caught sight of a person sitting on a bench a little ways away, and froze, watching her curiously. He had felt faint from blood loss until now, but with the new ingestion of flesh and blood, he no longer noticed how bad his own bleeding was.

Dylan had found him earlier that day, and he was still tryig to shake their meeting from his head.

[dallas emery atkins]

She looked over at him, then covered her mouth with her hand. He looked like Carrie at the prom. Something told her not to go near him, but if he was hurt, she didn't want to watch him die.. She stood up slowly, and walked around the bench, her thin arms hugging themselves. She looked over at him, afraid to get any closer.

"A-are you okay?" She asked him, her brown eyes looking away from his. She bit her lip again, her heart pounding in her chest. She looked down at the faint impression of horrible burns on her arms and looked away. She looked back up at him.

"Can I help you? M-my brother.. he can bandage you up.." She mumbled, then realized he wasn't here. "If you don't mind walking a little ways.."

[devon splyce parker]

Devon just stared at her in silence, then dropped his gaze down to his arms, Latin words and profanity scarred and cut into the flesh hidden beneath all the blood. He didn't utter a word, didn't need to. She would lead him to safety from his brother, and to a possible next meal as wall.

Biting silently at a piercing, he didn't bother move, silver, bloodshot eyes taking in the way she moved. So wary and unsure of herself. easy prey if there ever wasn't. His shirt was torn from wings bursting through, but now that they weren't there it would seem he had been mauled, even if he had done it all himself.

[dallas emery atkins]

She gathered her things in silence, looking over at him. He hadn't said yes, but he hadn't said no, either. "He's.. at work right now.. And my sister won't be home but you can take a shower.. I can make you dinner.. Us dinner.. Duskin will want to eat too.. Do-do you like roast and potatoes?" She bent down a bit, trying to look in his eyes. When he looked up, she jumped, hugging her book to her chest.

"I can get you a change of clothes, too.." She bit her lip, afraid to reach out and touch him. 'He might bite.' She thought. She turned and started walking out of the park, looking back over her shoulder to see if he was following.

[devon splyce parker]

Devon stared at her like a mute, chewing on his pierced lip as she spoke, just nodding. It wasn't like little kids and easy prey were his diet. He had human needs too.

When she jumped as he looked at her, his lips parted to say something. But he thought better about it and shut it, following after her quietly, crossing bloody arms over his chest to better hide the nasty wounds as he continued, never looking back, never thinking twice about the murder he had just committed, about who would miss that little boy or if it would be on the news.

[dallas emery atkins]

She walked down the road, then to her street. She lead him to the large, vintage looking house. She pulled her keys out of her bag, unlocking the door. She held it open for him, then closed it behind them. She put her text book, her bag, and her keys on the island in the kitchen. She pulled off her jacket, draping it over the back of a chair.

She walked upstairs, going through the clothes her brother had put away in the closet. He used to be as big as the guy, but he had been losing weight and muscle rapidly and his old clothes didn't fit. She found a pair of jeans, and an undershirt. She grabbed a t shirt, then walked downstairs and into the bathroom down there. She put his clothes on the counter, then fished in the cabinent for body wash and shampoo. She pulled it out, then walked back out. She walked over to him until she was about four feet away. She held out the shampoo and body wash, ready to snatch away her hands when he took it.

"Your clothes are in there.. Take your time.. I'll get to work on dinner.." She mumbled.

[devon splyce parker]

Devon gazed at her silently as she returned from grabbing clothes, coming out of the bathroom. He snatched the things she offered, madness and fear in his eyes, an interesting mix. She had just invited a killer into her house, but he didn't plan to hurt her. Not right now at least.

He ducked into the bathroom, slamming the door and locking it, blood smearing across the wood surface. He stared at the blood marks, thinking of his brother locking him in the bedroom back home, clawing at the door until his fingers were bleeding.

"Fucking ass.." He whispered quietly, speaking now that he was out of the girl's company. He started the shower and stepped beneath the spray, saddened to see the blood washed from his skin, gazing at the words carved ruggedly into his flesh, profanity, then down the left arm, demens, a lating word for crazy. He chewed on his lip again, had removed his piercings, and washed off before stepping out of the shower and drying off, pulling on the clothes. He wasn't homeless, wasn't too bad off. But he hadn't been home in days either, nobody kept tabs on him....nobody wanted anything to do with him or his problems. And he refused help, didn't want it. Putting his piercings back in, he gazed at the fresh blood beginning to drip down his amrs, and soon left the bathroom behind, wandering silently back into the main room of the house.

[dallas emery atkins]

Dallas was curled on the couch, a book in her hand. She looked up at him, and saw blood dripping down his arms again. She walked over to the desk by the window, grabbing the first aid kit off of it.

She stood there, fumbling with the gauze. She finally got in unrolled, then started wrapping it around his arms, her small cold fingers holding his hand loosely so his arm was straight. She cut it off, taped it, then wrapped the other arm. She taped it too, then grabbed thicker gauze, wrapping it around the other gauze. She walked into the bathroom, looking down at the bloody mess, and stepped carefully to the laundry room, grabbing an old towel. She began wiping up the blood on the floor of the living room, then wiping down the bathroom. She threw the towel away, washing her hands.

She walked back out, and looked over at him. "Are you bleeding through that? Don't.. don't take it off." She said, grabbing his hands. "You can't take it off. You'll bleed more. You have to keep putting gauze over it until it stops.."