Topic: Saint of Killers ? Return to West End

Sandrine Black

Date: 2012-07-13 16:27 EST
The man awoke in a dark room. His arms were chained above his head to the ceiling. He had attacked some hot chick dumb enough to be wandering the streets alone. She had given him her money but he had made the fatal error of beating her. Though she had been rescued by a man with a hammer and he had been left on the ground of the back alley.

Later this beautiful vision of an angel had appeared to him claiming she was there to help, scooping him into her arms as though he were light as a feather. She had moved so fast he had passed out again. He must have dreamed this savior up for no angel would bring him to such a place. Or so he thought.

There were drugs coursing through his veins that made every moment seem like forever. They weren't needed to create the ambiance of a horror movie, that was true enough. However they did create the highest levels of anxiety that could be experienced. That feeling of smallness, being aware just how breakable and vulnerable you truly are was intensified.

The shadows were filled with monsters, surely waiting to devour him. He called out for help but he knew he must have died. He must be in hell. And worse still he knew he deserved it. The backdrop of his mind was filled with horrible visions, all the horrible things he had done and the worst perspective he'd ever had on himself.

Then a light appeared, blinding him, dazzling with color. A figure of a beautiful woman stepped forward, closing the door behind her. The darkness enveloped him and his eyes struggled to adjust to the darkness once again. As she walked towards him he recognized her as the angel " she must be here to rescue him from this place.

Her smile though' There was something wrong with it. It was twisted with a sadistic pleasure as she stared into his eyes. As though she could see straight into his mind and was enjoying herself as he struggled against his bonds.

"Please help me," came out as a pitiful cry to her.

Her eyes were so bright, green and glowing. A light in the darkness. He could have lost himself in those eyes they were so beautiful. She nodded to him slowly.

"I told you I would help you and I will. I am here to save you from eternal damnation. You may not deserve it but I offer it all the same. I offer you the chance to save yourself" Let us see if you can obtain salvation."

He nodded, he of course said how he wanted to be saved. He would do anything to escape the chains of hell. Sandrine was displeased though, this one was going to crack too easy. She needed to make sure his penance was not earned through cowardice induced confessions.

There were two things in her hand. A cigar that was lifted up and a clipper to cut off the tip. She had not the time to fetch her "tools" as they had been disposed of and needed to be reacquired. Instead she had gone to her place of employment to make purchase on items that none would raise an eyebrow at. Sometimes you need to be creative and Sandrine was resourceful " she could work with what she had.

She lit the cigar and puffed it to life. She wasn't one to smoke but she would have need of this particular tool shortly. "So why don't you begin by confessing your sins to me?"

He stared at the cigar for a moment, the light was entrancing. He tried to focus on what she was saying and soon he was babbling various crimes as she propped into his mind. Searching not just for the truth but for the things he wasn't saying. Of course there would be plenty.

Soon the reality of his situation would set in. When he skipped over a nasty detail she went to cut off his index finger at the first knuckle. Oh the screams " they were music to her ears. A mad laugh came from her then and he started to beg.

"You didn't think this would be easy did you? You don't truly believe you can make some little confession and that you would be forgiven" First you must tell me EVERYTHING and then you sacrifice from yourself all that you have taken from others."

First she used the cigar to cauterize the wound " more screams. Once doing these things had been a duty assigned to her but she took such pleasure in it now. She'd had to. He apologized, he babbled. The LSD in his system made him too cooperative. Though he was definitely suffering for it, he cried so pathetically.

She walked away, leaving him alone in his own private hell, seeing his own demons". It was only five minutes but with his skewed perspective of time it could have been hours. When she came back she offered him some water, acting like the kind angel of mercy he had first believed she was. He took, his body needed it and he wasn't smart enough to realize she was drugging him more.

"Now, as I was saying" You have to sacrifice of yourself if you want to obtain salvation. What you have taken from others you must give of yourself." And so the process was repeated and gone on and on until he was out of joints on his fingers.

She was pleased to discover that he had in fact murdered at least one innocent in his life of crime. Not that he had needed to confess him. The drugs and self-loathing overcame him more and more and brought those worst crimes to the forefront of his mind. However, it did fully justify the assessment that if he was not killed more would die" Or did it"

She began to question the more she took from him and the more she saw his mind alter. His perspective changing to see what he had truly done" Then they got to Samantha and she was filled with rage once more, though she showed none of it. Her voice grew colder as she questioned him and saw through his eyes as he answered.

Seeing through his eyes and hearing the repulsive thoughts that went through his head bothered her a great deal more than it did when it was victims unknown....Samantha was beautiful, weak and vulnerable. He had wanted far more than money from her. "It is your eyes that led you to rape before and they almost did again. Would you give up your eyes to prevent any more of these tragedies to occur?"

He was" Maybe some people could be stopped without death? She took his eyes that had led him astray, the tongue that had lied and threatened so many people, and she had already obtained the fingers which had been used to do harm".

She then informed him that he would not only be saved" He would be able to be a message. She penned out a letter:

The Saint of Killers has returned " change your life now or this will be the greatest mercy you receive.

She wasn't exactly the merciful type and starting now was a new thing" But this wasn't her typical case. So she wouldn't act in her typical fashion. Evolution is the key to survival after all. He was found at the hospital with that letter. Word of it would surely reach the papers when the crime was reported.

Sandrine Black

Date: 2012-07-31 15:46 EST
Sandrine's warning had been paid little heed so she went back to the streets to stalk out someone worthy of her attention. She caught another thug, much like the one who had attacked her wife but she was too late to save the female victim. She had already been beaten to death and for what? A few dollars" So she couldn't identify him' Sandrine would never have the time to find out.

Sandrine may not have had the gift for healing that her sister Rose had been given but there was one thing she could do. Make sure that this man never took another life. Black wings carried her at impossible speeds as she scooped the man up as though her were a child. Knocking him upside the head as she did.

Taking him to her private place she bound him to a table. As fun as it had been to torment someone with drugs and whatever she had on hand last time" She had put together a new torture kit. Which mostly consisted of surgical tools used civil war era. And a big knife she used mainly for intimidation.

She was going about the usual interrogation when she her world turn upside down. It was her sister " Rose Black. Their connection was blown open so fast she practically fell over. She was in human form once again. There was frustration and pain and a lot of confusion. It was so overwhelming. So this time Sandrine did a rush job. Quickly sawing the head off her victim to deposit at the police station for identification purposes. No sense leaving any questions as to whether he was dead or alive. Either he had family who would look for him, or other victims who would rest easier knowing he was gone. Sandrine didn't have the time to figure it out but it wasn't her problem

She chopped up the rest of the body and stored it in her freezer to deal with later. The jerk had gotten off far too easy but at least she had accomplished her task. After bringing the head to the police with a note warning of more violence to come if they didn't clean the streets up, she would hurry on to her next task.

Rose's mind wasn't open to her the way it could be but she wasn't exactly doing a good job of closing it off. Especially when she felt it' pleasure" Images escaped from Rose against her will and thoughts that were so loud....Being bitten by some vampire and enjoying it. She saw enough to know that she was willing but that didn't exactly make her feel better. What kind of SOB was already taking advantage of her sister"

Rose was back and she didn't even seek out her twin sister who had been mourning her for years" Not only that but she was letting some blood sucker feed on her" Not that it should surprise Sandrine too much, Rose always seemed to end up in compromising situations but come on'

Rose's mind and scent would lead her to " of all places " The Bonny Corporation's office building. What in the world would Rose be doing there" Time for a family reunion.

Sandrine Black

Date: 2012-08-13 17:28 EST
Sandrine went walking down the streets late at night. The black outfit she wore may have covered most of her skin but it was so tight that those curves were irresistible to those sorts of men she preferred as her victims. Her big black boots fell silently but she made sure to stick to the best illuminated areas, making no effort to hide herself.

What she wanted would be lurking in the shadows. It was where she would normally stalk from, but she was mixing things up a bit. Tonight, her victim would chose to be so.

Those angelic senses screamed danger to her as a creature of the night accepted her challenge. It was a vampire, not her usual, but tonight it was perfect. She hated vampires and was angry right now with one in particular.

She walked as though she had noticed nothing. Cool and calm as could be, as though she owned these streets. Most intelligent beings would have sensed the trap, none should be walking here at this hour without fear. But apparently he was too hungry to be thinking of such things.

Without having a split second to react he was on her. His fangs tearing into the flesh of her neck. Damn they were fast! A growl as her claws came out of her hands, the black adamantium almost invisible in the dark, in a single movement as she caught him through the neck. Hitting him so hard and so fast that his teeth took a good chunk of her own throat before was thrown back.

Turning swiftly, she pinned him to the ground. Staring at him intently as she held him in place with her claws. He had drawn first blood though, that was most unusual. "What am I to do with you? Being the blood sucking leech that you are" You have no soul." This may not be true, but it was a belief she held due to her own prejudices.

"Which means torturing you offers no salvation?" An evil smile crossed her face. She released his throat, pulling her claws out viciously to inflict more damage. So much blood....But they had healing powers too. Sandrine's own wound was already nearly closed up. Surely he'd survive" Well, no big deal if he didn't.

Bringing down both sets of claws, one in either shoulder, a maniacal laugh came from her. She wasn't going to let him escape. Why should he get off easy just because he was beyond help" He could only sputter as his damage was internal. She leaned down to speak to him softly, intimately.

"But I am going to anyways. I will make you confess to every life you have taken, to every person you have hurt, to every evil deed you used your so called "gifts" to achieve. I will stick you with every metal I can get my hands on, use every holy item ever rumored to harm your kind. And your 'gift' of healing will make sure we have plenty of time together. I will learn every weakness you have. " Yes, and she would do it the hard way.

Those black wings, sharper and harder than any known substance, appeared. Before one could blink she was in flight. Still holding the nasty creature through the shoulders with her claws. Yes, this was exactly what she needed. To take out her frustrations on a vampire" And after all, he had asked for it.