The East Fort Murderer

[Macarono]

I like where this is going.

[Porcu]

Once again the sun shined brightly through the windows of my apartment warming my body. My alarm had gone off just seconds before and now I just lay, semi-awake, upon my bed. Dinner with Susan had been great and it seemed as if she thoroughly enjoyed the steak I prepared for her. She opted not to stay afterwards and so I slept alone. Now, however, with the rising of the sun and the coming of a new day I would not be alone as I had to return to the university. I was, after all, still a professor and psychiatrist and there were people at the university anxiously awaiting my arrival. However, my class was not for a couple of hours still.

I rose, showered, and then dressed, continuing the streak of professional dress that I wore to the university. There were days when the staff was allowed to wear casual clothing, but this was a sign of laziness and an unprofessional attitude to me. Before beginning my trip to the university I made sure to visit the basement of the apartment complex. I brought all my bloodied clothing from the previous night in a plastic bag and began looking for the furnace that supplied heat to the building. As you may have guessed, it was not difficult to find mainly because it was one of the few large pieces of machinery in the basement. I made sure no one else was around and then I opened the large hatch to the furnace. The furnace was one powered by natural gas and the hatch was only there to aid workers in the event of a repair. Doing the best I could, I tossed the bag into the furnace and then waited to see if it caught fire. After what seemed like hours it finally did and after making sure that it was burning well I closed the hatch and returned to the main floor.

Seeing as the sun was so bright I put on my sunglasses before exiting the complex and then made my way slowly down the block to Luigi’s. Like usual, I had to say nothing but only make sure that Luigi saw me in order to get my glass of wine and the morning paper. Luigi came soon enough and my morning began just as every other one did. I read the paper and drank my wine and soon lost track of time. Realizing that I had to get to work, I quickly looked at my watch before placing what I owed to Luigi on the little table and then heading off.

The few blocks to the university campus went by quickly and again I found myself to be under the constraint of time. I first proceeded to my lecture hall, where I gave my students the lesson of the day, and then proceeded to cross the campus in order to get to the university hospital. Upon arriving to my office I set my briefcase down and put on my lab coat, then making my way to the psychiatric ward. I spent several hours there working with my patients and nurses. I continued therapy with some, while beginning it for the first time with others. Eventually I had seen all my patients and began to head back to my office. I was only sitting down for about 30 seconds when my secretary came to the door of my office.

“Doctor? There's someone here to see you…Wants to ask you a few questions…I said you'd probably refuse…I’ll tell him you said no.”
“What is his name?”

[Mercutio]

OOC- I already asked permission to do this, BTW.

Somewhere in Riefort

This is Major Tom to ground control
I'm stepping through the door
And I'm floating in a most peculiar way
And the stars look very different today....

The sounds of David Bowie's glam rock ballad blared loudly throughout the confines of my large flat, oddly uplifting my spirits to the point of euphoria in a weird, but totally welcome manner. Of course, with the state of music these days, I had often resorted to listening to nostalgic music from David Bowie's "Ziggy Stardust" heydays, being a far better alternative than hearing the uncivilized strains of "black person" music pounding throughout this miserable excuse of a city.

For here
Am I sitting in a tin can
Far above the world
Planet earth is blue
And there's nothing I can do...

A soft scream echoed in the distance, only faintly audible through the loud pulsations of "Space Oddity". While I initially craned my head out of my laid-back position on top of my couch, I eventually chose to ignore the screams of my 'visitor' to finish the crossword puzzle I was currently working on, making a mental note in my mind to "finish the whore" once I was done with my task.

I, Alexander Fountaine, can easily called the epitome of traditional yuppie greed, being handsome, unbelievably shallow, fond of wearing nicely tailored "business suits", and possessing a keen hatred of everything not "in my class". True, I am a classist, racist, misogynistic bastard, but there are some times in my life when I truly yearn for something... deeper than the current life I live.. While there are millions of people who hate me for what I do, I adamantly believe with the full extent of my heart that I, just like many others who dwell in this world, am simply misunderstood for many of my actions. After all, is it really my fault that I am ludicrously rich?

I think not!

My family, the proud and illustrious "Fountaine Clan", is the sole owner of the exceptionally fruitful "Argossy Banking Chain", and enjoys an extremely fruitful income which is, sad to say, far more than what the entire Riefort Police Department receives in a month. With banks in four nations outside of Clamparapa, the Fountaine's have successfully established their position in the banking world as the "Big Mother" of all banks; one of the largest banking empires in the region..

Of course, deep inside, I hardly give a shit about all that technical voodo..

I have everything I could possibly want or need in life, and from the outside, from the eyes of the pathetic "lower class", I am living the life. Beautiful women, wonderful cars, anything I wish for can be given to me just with a 'small' bank transaction..

But deep inside, I have this little "problem" which comes up from time to time, something that most normal people would look down upon.. Something bad, indeed..

I am a psycho, ladies and gentlemen, and even right at this moment, I know that I am talking to myself... narrating my story to an invisible audience.. From drug-fueled torture sprees to raping the pet horse of my neighbor's daughter, I have done everything sick and disgusting (by society's view) that could possibly be thought of. The feeling... is unnatural, my friends.. I cannot seem to put in words the things I feel deep inside whenever I go on my escapades.. In fact, I am currently contemplating whether or not to light the half-dead remnants of a woman on fire or go back to slowly subjecting the wench to more unimaginable torment.

Killing is fun...

"AhhhH!!!" grunted the pathetic excuse for a whore from afar, struggling to break free of her restraints.. "Just kill me you cocksucker! Just kill me.."

I could hear that count's groaning from my comfortable position in my living room, and while initially I felt a twinge of rage flare up deep inside me, I soon controlled my.. unpleasant impulse to fuck the eyeballs out of the whore, and coolly returned to my crossword. The wench would get hers soon.. very soon..

Nonchalantly, I twisted the knob of my enormous sound system up to the maximum sound level, drowning out the whimpering woman's moans of pain with the pure, unadulterated sound of "Ziggy Stardust".

The news of a so-called "East Fort Murderer" had brought me to Riefort for an attempt to find fresh victims for me rape/torture, and perhaps even "strike up a game" with another fellow psychopath in this crime-ridden city. Who knows? Perhaps I could even find several elusive answers to the questions I have concerning my own psyche?

"A four letter word that is used to describe a villain forcing himself upon a woman?" I quietly muttered to myself, scratching my head with a pencil, "Why, rape of course!"

Triumphantly, I scribbled the last word needed on my crossword puzzle with an air of pride, being obviously happy with myself for finishing the complicated puzzle.

"Marie?" I yelled, cranking the volume down to a manageable level, "I'm done with the crossword.. The two of us can play now.."

Silently, I reached over for the nearest object I could find (a pry bar) and slowly made my way towards my bathroom, relishing the end to a long and fruitful day. Today was an exceptional day, and I was intent on finishing the rest of the evening's events with a very memorable experience.

"I hope you geared yourself, woman.." I spoke, chuckling softly to myself while testing the tip of the pry bar with my thumb, "The two of us have had a long day, and both of us know that this evening's almost over.. Prep yourself slut.."

Ground control to Major Tom
Your circuits dead, theres something wrong
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you....

[Mercutio]

Luigi's Cafe

Once I was finished disposing of what remained of dear "Marie", I promptly showered and changed out of my blood-stained clothing (that I dumped into my personal incinerator), and made an immediate beeline to downtown Riefort for more "fun". A friend of mine had, in the past, recommended a little Porcuian restaurant called "Luigi's Cafe" which was supposedly noted for serving excellently made halibut. Of course, being a fastidious lover of the finer culinary arts, I myself had to go and see whether or not my companion's comments were true.

Naturally, I dressed and packed for the occasion, slipping a silenced Ruger MK III into my brief case and a small gravity blade into my jacket pocket. A simple, yet elegant, blue suit was what I dressed into, and a black tie tied into a traditional Windsor knot was what I fixed my white button-on with.

10 Minutes Later

Coolly, I sat waiting on one of the Cafe's tables, impatiently twiddling with my watch as I timed "Luigi's" service. Almost five minutes had passed without my noble person being attended to, and already I was beginning to feel twinges of hate flare up within the depths of my soul.

To further add insult to injury, the dress of the few waiters/waitresses present in the dining room was, sad to say, far less appealing to a man of my tastes, and already I was beginning to look around the distastefully furnished (in my mind) room with a feeling of disgust.

Terrible... Absolutely terrible..

After waiting a further seven minutes for old "Luigi" to take my order, I finally made an impulsive decision that would ultimately affect the health of the tardy Porcuian man, and perhaps slate my thirst for my "urges" for a couple of days.

"Good morning, Signore.." the man chuckled good-naturedly to me, "What would you like to have on this fine morning?"

"Mmmm..." I muttered, carefully musing over the menu, "Well... For starters... I think I'd like to kill a couple of hookers right now, 'Signore', and perhaps fuck a few kiddies later tonight.."

The Porcuian man twitched for a second, and nervously laughed off my comment disbelievingly. Apparently this 'guinea' didn't take me seriously, and still felt well enough to test my patience further.

"Ah, Signore.." laughed "Luigi", "You are a funny man.. I a'like you.. I most definitely recommend either the halibut or the sole, good friend... Just $50 for today.."

Good god.. The guineas were just as bad as the kikes these days..

"Yes, I'll take the sole, good sir," I spoke, glancing into the Porcuian's eyes, "But being a curious fellow, I'd like to ask whether or not you have.. Security camera's in a small, but classy, joint like this? It'd be a shame not to.."

Luigi laughed, patting me on the shoulder.

"No, Signore," he chortled, "but I am planning to install the latest security system later this week.. Why do you ask?"

"Oh, nothing really.." I responded, smiling again, "I was just curious..

The guinea waddled off, bowing slightly toward me as a sign of respect before rushing away to the backrooms of the cafe. After another long wait, I finally received my erstwhile sole, that of which I dug in with great gusto.

I left no tips.. The sole was quite dry..

Several Hours Later

Seeing Signore' Luigi leave Luigi's Restaurant, I promptly sprung back into action, taking my leave from a nearby bench to follow the Porcuian throughout town. From a respectable position on the streets, I could see the slightly overweight man walk briskly throughout the city, conversing with many people along the way.

Silently, I thumbed the handle of my Robengrad-made gravity knife, yearning to sink the 4-inch piece of steel hidden away into the throat of the "guinea". This event would be fun, very fun indeed...

Several minutes of walking passed, and I soon found the middle-aged Porcuian huffing away in the middle of Riefort Central Park, apparently wanting to take a brisk walk through the nature trail section of the enormous area. It would be very good for me, seeing as very few people frequent the isolated nature trail..

Two Minutes Later

Upon seeing the Porcuian step into the shaded confines of the nature trail, I promptly swang into action, jogging smoothly after the fat bastard with an air of pleasure; much like a hunting beagle chasing after a fox.

"Good day, Signore.." I chuckled, tapping the fat fuck on the back, "It is a good day for a stroll, no?"

"Indeed, friend.." spoke the Porcuian slowly, slightly flabbergasted at my sudden appearance. Luigi nervously stroked the handle of his walking stick, sizing my well-built frame suspiciously. "I trust you enjoyed your sole?"

"It could've been better 'friend'," I growled, kicking the fat bastard in the groin. Luigi flailed around wildly, attempting to recover from his fall. With my typical enthusiasm, I smacked the man again with the side of my shoe, yanking his walking stick from his hand.

"Asides from the fact that I was served late by ill-dressed waiters, fed disgusting shit unworthy of a dog's glance, and subjected to several minutes of your goddamn annoying accent, I had a great time!"

What is this feeling
Of power and drive
I've never known?
I feel alive!

Happily, I drove the steel-capped part of his walking stick onto his legs, feeling the satisfactory *crunch* of bone give way to the power of the stick. Before the poor man could scream, I furiously crunched down on his voice box, silencing the man's screams. Unfortunately, the fat bastard was still alive, and I pondered for a moment on how to "do this sucker".

Where does this feeling
Of power derive,
Making me know
Why I'm alive?

"Quite honestly, I've never been fond of your peoples' food, signore.." I laughed, thrusting the end of his stick onto his fat belly, watching the man writhe with pain, "But I do love giving a good 'guinea' a kick now and then.."

Like the night, it's a secret,
Sinister dark and unknown.
I do not know what I seek,
Yet I'll seek it alone!

I have a thirst
That I cannot deprive.
Never have I felt so alive!

There is no battle
I couldn't survive -
Feeling like this -
Feeling alive!

The blood was already coursing down "Luigi's" face from a terrible nose wound (broken, I believe), allowing me the opportunity to glance upon the insides of his nasal cavity. Another swing from the walking cane found its mark on the man's skull, temporarily stunning Luigi for a brief moment.

Like the moon, an enigma,
Lost and alone in the night
Damned by some heavenly stigma,
But blazing with light!

It's the feeling of being alive!
Filled with evil, but truly alive!
It's the truth that cannot be denied!
It's the feeling of being..

A hail of blows directed at Luigi's head soon brought the pinkish-white brain material of the guinea onto the dark dirt of the pathway, finally killing the poor bastard. Curiously, I strapped on a pair of latex gloves located in my vest pocket, flicking out the blade of gravity knife with a gentle flick of my wrist.

Edward Hyde?

Yanking the knife with all of my might, I managed to cut off the pants of the overweight Porcuian with little difficulty, allowing me to glance upon his... diminished manhood with a feeling of... Could it be? Silliness?

Several cuts soon found Luigi's manhood separated from his groin area, dangling in the air from my white glove. Perhaps immaturely, I took a moment to laugh maniacally at this most comic sight before shoving the.. thing into Luigi's broken mouth..

Pausing to look at my creation before walking coolly out from the forest, and hailing a cab..

The gloves I wore were safely tucked away in a plastic baggie hidden in one of my boots while my briefcase contained the bloodied gravity knife, Luigi's pancreas, and the man's tie..

The day was just beginning to clear up, with birds of all shapes and sizes fluttering around the area, tweeting their songs of love and promise to the many people having fun at the park. Two children, both very young, happily gazed at me from the booth of a nearby ice cream truck, waving kindly at this "nicely dressed" stranger from afar.

This was a wonderful day..

[Porcu]

OOC: Great way to step in, now we just need everyone else to start posting again...

[Mr. Durandal]

OOC: I can't write as much as you guys with all these exams and junk. I'll try to do a good one after exams.

[Sir Metz a.k.a. "Metzy"]

Two Days after the last Murder

I awoke late at night. I couldn't sleep. The heat in the room was too much, and it felt hot and muggy. The silk sheets were sticking to me, so I got up and went downstairs. I found a couch and turned in the T.V. I watched some cartoons, but it didn't help me.

I went to the kitchen, and searched or a frying pan and some eggs. It was 5 O'clock by now, and I figured a good breakfast wouldn't help, plus my wife would be happy. I could use some sex from her again. It had been awhile

Anyways, the sizzle from the eggs could be heard, and the smell began to fumigate the kitchen. It smelled good, which was surprising since my cooking was, to be honest, atrocious.

I moved around the pan, as my wife came meandering down the stairs, blinking her eyes due to the light. She smiled, and stretched her arms above her head at the bottom of the steps, as she said, "You made breakfast! I hope its better than the last time sweetey..." I told her to wait and see, as I popped some toast into the toaster, and began to heat up some of her favorite tea. She sat down as if someone shoved her into the seat, and laid her head down on the table as she closed her eyes.

"You know honey, its 5 O'clock in the morning, we both don't have to be into work until past 9 O'clock. What are you doing up?" She said eagerly.

"Well, I decided o be nice and make breakfast, I was too hot and couldn't sleep." I replied with a sigh. "Are you angry or something?"

"No," She answered, "I was just wondering, because you always like to sleep in."

"Oh.....ok"

After a few minutes, I heard the toast pop out, and the tea began to scream, so I served breakfast. We sat and ate, without talking really. It wasn't too bad to my amazement.

After we ate, my wife went back to bed. I was kind of angered at that, but she needed her sleep I guess. I turned on the morning news, and listened to it. All I heard about was the case I was on, so I changed the channel. I watched the Riefort Sporting news for about 3 1/2 hours, sleeping on and off. Then I woke up, showed and dressed for work.

I gathered my belongings, and sat down once more. I thought of something. As soon as I had sat down, i had forgotten, so I walked to the car, turned on a talk show, and drove to work...