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Symphony of Agony
By : bladefun
Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > General
Views: 2050 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. - Chapter List
Symphony of Agony
His Lair
“Well that makes eight so far. And it’s amazing; I didn’t even have to do it myself. God I love watching people slit their own wrists and throat only to find that the death isn’t quite as fast as they hoped,” he said as he dragged the body of his latest victim from the ‘game room,’ as he entitled it, to his ‘trophy room,’ where he preserved the bodies as trophies too look upon while he awaited the awakening of his next victim.
The ‘trophy room’ contained now eight bloody bodies hanging from between their shoulder blades by meat hooks connected to rusty one inch link chains that hung from the ceiling, which was almost as bloody as the bodies themselves. The victims were not treated with any kind of respect. He was fueled by their pain and suffering. He had played games with their heads to drive them mad and to commit suicide. Their bodies’ condition left no trace of their former life. Many of his victims had once been higher-class citizens or had played a part in this man’s current homicidal state of mind, though some had been just random citizens.
The bodies had been desecrated. The faces were destroyed, eyes missing from their sockets, ears missing, the nose on some torn off down to the hole where it fits into the skull. Arms twisted and tied, legs scattered about the room. The torso was host to many deep wounds, from knives, small blunt object, and any other thing you might find that can be shoved through someone that will cause them great pain. At times, this maniac, as most simply put, carved his victims open and removed their hearts with them completely alive and awake, which explains why many of them had no rib cage or entire front halves of their torso.
The ‘trophy room’ not only held the bodies of his victims, but had shelves that were filled with canisters that held the body parts he removed from them. They had been preserved in a special liquid. The organs included hearts, lungs, stomachs, and occasionally a liver.
The ‘game room’ was a solid steel room. It contained only a few things, a camera in each corner to maximize this maniac’s twisted pleasure, a chain hanging from the center of the ceiling similar to those found in the trophy room, hook and all save the fact that it was caked with dried life fluids, and a small table that held three simple objects, a large razor, a large kitchen knife, and a kitchen knife sharpener, each with its own purpose. The floor and walls of the ‘game room’ had been stained with the blood of each of his victims.
Along with the last too rooms, he had a ‘toy room.’ This room held what he classified as toys. His toys included handsaws, drills, bolts, nuts, screws, screwdrivers, power saws, portable belt sanders, and much more. None of these ‘toys’ had been used yet so they were sparkling new, but they wouldn’t stay that way for long.
“I grow tired of such easy prey. I need something tougher to break, something to make my mind work to crack through the barriers of their mind,” he said softly to himself as he hung his latest victim upon an empty hook and soaked him with a preservation agent. He had a slight taste for music when he did his bidding. Mainly as he carved up his prey, he would listen to House of 1000 Corpses by Rob Zombie, a favorite of his. This man was not a well-known psychopath, but that was all soon to change when the idea of capturing a hero from this crime ridden city, and he had his sights set on the one known as Raven.- You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
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