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by **Matt** on Mon Jul 14, 2008 1:45 pm

It was all too simple. Matthew simply placed his open hand inside of the taxi driver's chest, and closed his hand into a fist. The cab driver moaned slightly before his body slumped over the car. He had died, and to anyone who bothered to do an autopsy of him would find that he had died of a stroke, not by criminal means. Matthew pulled his hand from the cadavar of the taxi driver, and returned his focus to Rick. They both seem to be enjoying themselves extremely well in their company.

"Too easy." Matthew stated with a slight smile, and proceeded to follow Rick in the rest of his plans.

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by **Tarmo of the Dusk** on Mon Jul 14, 2008 1:53 pm

Walking up the stairs slowly he knocked on Jacob's door, having it opened by a very groggy man. "Hello, Jacob, may I come in for a few moments?" Rick tried to look as innocent as possible, as if nothing was going to happen when the clock struck 2:34am, Rick liked the fact her could very well change the hands of fate when it came to death. He was probably over estimating the control he had, but he was going to adjust it.

Jacob nodded and headed back in, the strong sent of alcohol filled the apartment along with something burning on the coffee table. The clock ticked over to 2:32, and Rick rested against the wall, watching Jacob as he took a swig from a can of cheap, and probably old beer. "You know Rick, doing drugs is going to kill you one day." His eyes drifted to the clock that read 2:33, time seemed the pass slowly as Jacob went for a gun on the table. But stopped as Rick spoke, his eyes on Matthew.

"Matthew, Jacob Oran, drug overdose at 2:34am, inside his apartment on the couch with beer spilled onto the couch with the beer can next to his body." Rick smirked as Jacob got back to raising the gun, hands trembling as the gun fired; but new to his drunkenness the bullet went into the wall a few feet from Rick.

by **Matt** on Mon Jul 14, 2008 2:31 pm

"I like you're style." Matthew said as he drew near Jacob. "Quick and simple, as it should be.

Suddenly, Jacob began to scream terribly as Matthew drew closer, hastily attempting to firing his bullets at the malvadon. However, each bullet simply phased through Matthew, and with it Matthew's grin grew larger and Jacob's face grew more horrified. And then, with a gentle touch on the chest, it was all over. Jacob had died, presumably of a drug overdose, and finally the world was rid of him. However, the bigger question was how did Jacob see Matthew? It would appear as though the malvadon was keeping secrets he hadn't shared the night before, all in an attempt to keep his amusement. Matthew then turned to Rick, his red eyes glowing faintly in the light of the room.

"I suppose we're done here. Agreed?"

by **Tarmo of the Dusk** on Mon Jul 14, 2008 2:39 pm

Rick watched as Jacob fired at Matthew, curiosity in his eyes. "No, we're not done. I want to know why he could see you, did you let him? What did you do?" Rick wasn't letting up on his questions as he asked them, "Was it the drugs, him being drunk? What was it that made him see you?!" Rick shook his head slowly and sighed, "Nevermind, you can tell me later, but for now we should really get out of here and back to my house because frankly, I have no alibi for where I was at this hour. And now I might be investigated for four counts of murder."

by **Matt** on Mon Jul 14, 2008 3:01 pm

"You sure worry a lot. I guess it comes with being an "old" person."

Matthew seemed to not realized that he was well over seven times older than Rick was. However, by malvadon standards, he would be considered an adolescent, and certainly acted like a teenager. Regardless, he followed Rick back to his home, perferring to phase through walls instead of walking through doors, as though he didn't have the energy to do so. One they entered the apartment, Matthew's eyes were instantly glued to the fruit basket that still sat on the kitchen counter, and hurried to grab several pieces of fruit and place them in his mouth at once. He apparently lacked even meager knowledge in human mannerisms.

"So you want to know why he could see me. It's simple; I can manipulate the actions of those who get caught in my shadow, human or malvadon. While I do this, the person is able to see me perfectly well, just as you can right now. I can twist my shadow's form any which way I please to do this, though the range depends upon my surroundings. Which reminds me; I forgot to tell you that I my shadow is visible to you humans. Must have slipped my mind or something."

by **Tarmo of the Dusk** on Mon Jul 14, 2008 3:04 pm

"Oh, so now I'm talking to a shadow? Well, this interferes with my plan of freaking people out, if they can see your shadow when I saw something it totally looses the feel of frightening them, to make them suffer with fear as they draw their last breath." Rick seemed like a cold hearted fellow, when really he used to be incredibly nice; but the criminal ring had ended that side of him years ago with the murder of his wife and daughter. "Hey, Matthew, did you ever get a job to kill a young child and woman? About 2 years ago?" he watched as Matthew ate the fruit and began laughing, hoping he didn't find the strawberries in the fridge.

by **Matt** on Mon Jul 14, 2008 3:22 pm

"Listen. I get about a hundred jobs a day. I believe that would be approximately 36,500 deaths a year. Do you honestly think I would be able to remember a kill from two years ago? I only spend about two minutes with each one. I hardly even know any of the people I kill."

However, Matthew in actuality remember a beautiful woman, faintly, in the back of his memory. However, he did not believe it was best to share his insignificant experience with her. It was best that Rick did not live in the past, but rather continue to strive for the future.

"Don't get caught up in the death of a pretty girl and a tyke. You're life is completely different now, especially with me around. Think about it: you could very well become the new ruler of this world. A god even. No point in worrying about what has already happened. Besides, you get to take care of me from now one."

Matthew smiled as he held out the now empty fruit basket, attempting to make his face as innocent as possible.

"You can start by getting me some more fruit."

by **Tarmo of the Dusk** on Mon Jul 14, 2008 3:30 pm

"I don't want to be a god, or rule the world. My life is to short for that, and there's more fruit in the fridge... It's that white thing in the corner with magnets on it, that should suit you for now until I can go to the store again. But get ready, you're going to get a lot less few jobs during the day, tracking these people down is going to take a lot of work." Rick rose to his feet and walked over to the kitchen table were a laptop sat, turning it on he pulled up a website of registered gang members; slowly he pulled out Matthew's phone with a smirk on his face.

"You said this thing gets text messaging, right? So I could send out these profiles to other Malvadon's, and they could kill some of these people? As long as it's your format for death?"

by **Matt** on Mon Jul 14, 2008 3:40 pm

OOC: It is depressing that no one else has decided to join. Things might be a little more lively with other people.

"That's right. Now-a-days, malvadons don't bother to look at who is sending the text message anymore. It always comes from the same source, and it just slows down the job. However, I suppose you could change all of that, couldn't you?"

Matthew grinned as he opened the refrigerator. Spotting the strawberries and quickly pulling them out, returning to a chair were he sat and ate them by the handful. Human food was a luxury even to Benvolions, and being cooped up in a cage all day doesn't exactly allow for much eating on his part. Despite the fact that their bodies did not need food to stay alive, malvadons always found it quite pleasurable to eat something simply for the sensation of taste.

by **Tarmo of the Dusk** on Mon Jul 14, 2008 3:52 pm

OOC: I know, wonder why people didn't decide to join... It seemed like a good story to me.

Rick shook his head slowly and put the laptop in his lap before placing his feet on the table, leaning back in the chair he pulled a cable out from a bag beside him and hooking it up to the laptop before placing the circular plug in half into the cellphone. Slowly he pulled up another page with one of Matthew's earlier texts for death, and gently altered it to match a description for a mister 'Ryan Jones' to die from an unfortunate choking accident. "So, how long till I get noticed; few weeks? Should be enough time to do what I have planned... And have you never had strawberries before or something...?"

by **Matt** on Mon Jul 14, 2008 5:32 pm

"In a word: no. Despite what you humans might think, malvadons aren't exactly that well appreciated for our work."

Matthew quickly shoved another strawberry in his mouth, hoping the taste would alleviate the anger he felt towards the benvolions. It didn't. He envied their freedom to live in the paradise of Aether, meanwhile cursing them for imprisioning his bretheren in order to have a sense of superiority.

"Other than a few spare chances to steal food from humans, we aren't given much freedom to actually eat. It isn't necessary; our bodies do not need food to live. However, it can be somewhat stress relieving. Aether is divided between the upper class citizens, which are your benvolions and humans who apparently have good hearts, and the lower class, that being the malvadons. Not the nicest accommidations, but it gives us somewhere to go I guess."

Matthew then decided to change the subject, not feeling comfortable pouring his heart out with a human.

"At any rate, I would agree you have perhaps about two weeks before someone notices that the source isn't the same. In the meantime, you should be able to get a lot of killing in if you do it correctly. With partial control over the malvadon task force, I am certain you will be an unstoppable force. That reminds me; your obitphone will still recieve messages of death, even with my absense. Perhaps I should go ahead and send them to other malvadons, so they can carry the slack for me."

Matthew was hinting at an idea, however wasn't one to simply speak directly about matters.

by **Tarmo of the Dusk** on Mon Jul 14, 2008 5:39 pm

Clicking the send button Rick turned to look at Matthew, studying him for a moment he rose to his feet. "Matthew, is there a way to free Malvadons? Besides making them serve you know, a mortal?" Rick had his arms crossed at his chest, he ignored the fact he might receive more text messages for peoples deaths; he wanted to know more about a subject he studied for years before getting involved with gangs and violence. "I will kill all I can in two weeks, if that is not enough I am sure I will be able to find more time somehow, can you fight with other Malvadons?"

Rick was hinting at an insane possibility, have Matthew fight off Malvadons while he finished his work, how exactly would that work? Surely there was a rule against Malvadon fighting another Malvadon, but wasn't there also a rule they had to obey their masters?

by **Matt** on Mon Jul 14, 2008 5:59 pm

"I like how you think. Yes, I suppose. There aren't any rules against malvadons fighting with other malvadons. We've never had to deal with a dispute between each other before; we keep to ourselves for the most part."

Matthew could understand Rick's reason for asking him such a question, and could probably guess his plan. However, the thought of being "free" did not truely register in his mind correctly. He thought this was free, being out of the service of Aether and into the service of a human. He assumed that was freedom. Matthew thought to himself as to what freedom was like, knowing only of the life within a cage. As a child, he had always peered below him from the tree he was suspended upon, watching the Benvolions and humans tread through Aether however they saw fit, doing whatever they pleased. Yet he, Matthew of the malvadons, had not experienced any sort of freedom, especially not compared to humans or benvolions. In truth, even helvadons, the most hated of Aether, had more freedom than the malvadons, who were not hated but rather simply thought of as tools, nothing more.

"So tell me," Matthew questioned. It was the first actual question he had asked the human. "What is it like being a human?"

Matthew was obviously curious, and his arrogant behavior had quickly dissipated, now with an lack of expression that seem to call out for an answer to the engima of freedom.

by **Tarmo of the Dusk** on Mon Jul 14, 2008 6:05 pm

"We are born, we live, we eat, we love; sometimes we marry and have children, sometimes we escape death, and sometimes we end up with a Malvadon under our service. It's a boring life, if you don't have the Malvadon part." Rick sighed as he walked over to the fridge and opened it, grabbing two cans of some off-brand soda he sat one down on the counter, "Ever had pop before? It's good... if you can get the good stuff, unlike the stuff I'm bothered with buying." Rick placed a hand on the fridge door and closed it before leaning against it and opening the soda. "Go ahead, try it, it could actually be good; since you don't get to much freedom up there."

Rick sighed and looked at his can, he hated the sugary flavor of the off-brand stuff, it had been awhile since he had the main brand. But what difference would it make to the malvadon, he probably never had any in his life time; then the thought crossed Rick's mind. "Hey, Matthew, can you do something for me? I know it doesn't fit with the plan... But I figure, since you could possibly wipe everything out in there..."

"How about we steal a bigger house?"

by **Matt** on Mon Jul 14, 2008 6:17 pm

Matthew's devilish grin had returned to his face; he was back to normal. No longer tripping down memory lane, he was ready to continue with his new career, excitment brewing behind his eyes.

"Now you're speaking my language. And it's about time too."

Matthew jumped up from chair, looking curiously at the can. He found it extremely difficult to find out how to open it, and thus instead of actually using the bottle opener on the top of the can, he simply forced the top of the drink open with his finger. Taking a cautious sip of the drink, his eyes grew quite wide, and he abruptly jumped onto the chair with a energetic hop. He was acting like a child who was visiting the zoo for the first time, and in essence that was exactly what was happening.

"This... that was incredible! What is in this? It tastes fantastic!"

by **Tarmo of the Dusk** on Mon Jul 14, 2008 6:23 pm

"Sugar, water, and artificial flavoring." Rick's eyebrow raised in curiosity as he watched Matthew, shrugging it off he sighed and took another sip from the can. "I'm never, -never- letting you try beer. I don't want to see what would happen if I did that." Rick shook his head laughing as he crushed the now empty can with is hand before tossing it into the trash can next to the counter. "Now about this house, there's one in the northern district of the city that is pretty nice; one of the big company Executives lives there, and he doesn't need all that space for a single person, now does he? My plan is... Hacking into his will, changing everything to be going to me, and then the executive meets an unfortunate end while golfing in his back yard; heat stroke." Rick had stopped feeling guilty for the things he was proposing, no, instead he was starting to have fun with turning people's hands of fate to point at death...

Revenge was sweet, and he was going to savor it till he drew his last breath.

by **Matt** on Mon Jul 14, 2008 6:42 pm

"Very well then. In that case, I'll need to get in range so that I may manipulate his actions. If we can find this person, we should be able to have him change his will for us. Humans these days are extremely cautious about wills and the like. But then again, who could blame them? We'll have to try tracking as little evidence towards you as possible. I'd rather not spend the rest of your life bored stiff in a prison cell."

Matthew quickly gulped down the rest of the beverage, already feeling the unnecessary amount of energy running through his body. The world of humans was so foreign and interesting, and he planned on exploring all of it with the help of Rick's freedom.

by **Tarmo of the Dusk** on Mon Jul 14, 2008 6:47 pm

"Alright then, tomorrow, at the crack of dawn he is usually sitting outside. I've been, watching him for awhile you could say, he's the one who bought the lot my bookstore used to sit on just to knock it down and build another one of his buildings. And don't worry, if we're caught... I'm sure you could come up with something to get us out of that 'predicament.' I say I call him, disguise my voice as some random executive, and propose breakfast. Will that get you close enough?" Rick had grabbed a carrot from the fridge and began munching on it, already the sun was beginning to rise, "Maybe I- Matthew, you sound more... Professional, how about you call him and propose the meeting?"

by **Matt** on Mon Jul 14, 2008 8:21 pm

"Call him?"

Matthew had never thought of such an idea before. In truth, while he could not speak directly to a human other than Rick, it may be possible that his voice could be transferred on audio devices. This could also be another reason people believed in apparitions and the like. Matthew nodded in agreement to the plan, seeing as the only way of gettin out of this shaby hotel was to dispatch of this executive character.

"Alright, I'll give it a shot. Who knows, your crazy scheme might actually work."

by **Tarmo of the Dusk** on Mon Jul 14, 2008 8:36 pm

Quickly Rick grabbed the phone of it's hook, dialed the number of the Executives home (Having done a lot of research on the man) and tossed over to Matthew. Slowly Rick shook his head and walked back to his chair, pulling up more sites on the laptop. "Alright, so, we know who to track down and kill... And we know who to track down and steal from, then kill. Or vice versa. Sound good to you?" Rick had the websites opened for each gang member, each tabbed off on his browser. Slowly he opened a game of solitaire while waiting for Matthew to talk with the Executive.

A click on the phone was heard as the butler answered, "Hello, this is the residence of master Elrin Glick."

That was right, Rick was planning on stealing from his own brother, like he stole from him.

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