** The following takes place in the back of police station. The room is mostly shrouded in darkness, the only source of light coming from a hanging lamp in the middle of the room. Below this lamp is a medium sized table, at which our story begins. There are 5 total people in this room. 3 of them are regular cops, standing in the background for security. Another one of these is a rather heavily built man, clearly of African decent. The last is the main attraction, the center of this episode.**
" Are you ready to talk yet? " His voice had no patience in it. He had been asking questions for the past 1 hour and 16 minutes, none of which were even given the slightest response to. He has already had to restrain himself from shooting him twice in this session so far.
Earlier in the day there had been found 6 dead bodies. They were all in the same room and each of them was arranged so that the form of a cross could easily be recognized. In the center of cross was a man, sitting with his legs folded against each other. He had raven-like black hair, greasy, which when the light reflected off it it would seem like you were looking into the night sky. It covered most of his face so you couldn't really see his eyes, you could however see his strange, childish smile. He wouldn't stop giggling to himself, though it stopped at random intervals and it had a hint of a metallic tinge to it's sound.
The bodies, which had gone through an autopsy, were found out to be completely void of any blood, as well as organs. There was no wound that could be found, which could theoretically be done, however, the brain was also missing. So, the only one with any knowledge of what had taken place was the laughing man.
"I've had enough of this stupid sh*t" the inquisitor said as he pulled out his pistol. He put it to the mans head only to hear his laughter grow louder. The man got up, the jingling of chains were heard, around his neck were a multitude of necklaces. On each necklace was a religious symbol, some had 1 others had 2 or 3.
"The Gods are dead, every one,
Now it's my time, no longer shunned,
to bring upon my wrath and desolation,
to all those, their precious loved ones."
The first words the laughing man said. His eyes could now be seen, sparkling white void, shimmering like a bright sun. Pistol still at the man's head, he pulled the trigger. There was no blood, there was no entry. For the first time the room was silent, there was no laughing, all the could be heard was the bullet dropping onto the floor.
The laughing started up once more, louder and more wild than it had been previously. All the men in the room felt a strange feeling inside their bodies, as if something was stirring around. Then, out of their mouths, organs started flying through them, all being drawn into the laughing man's mouth. The only one still active was the one who pulled the trigger. Frozen in shock he watched as the man wiped his mouth of some blood and headed over to him. He leaned over and whispered in his ear:
"Didn't anyone ever tell ya guns are dangerous?"
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a little black sphere. He poked it twice on it's right side and it started to buzz and move about. It now resembled a black beetle, the edges gilded in what looked like gold. He reached his hand over with the creature and put it on the mans mouth, and left saying "Enjoy!".
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