The Cheer [Dusk/Zenaki/Open]

Celeste felt the goose pimples creep along her skin yet it wasn't old out, in fact it was quite warm and she was becoming more and more aware of a set of eyes boring into the back of her skull, only increasing her unnatural fear. She turned and moved to the bathroom stalls, opening them one by one only to find that they were empty of people, this helped her calm down a bit before she went back to the sink and applied a new coat of chap stick, the glossy kind to make her lips pop.

She skipped out slightly until she came to the last sink on the wall and noticed what at first appeared to be wasted lipstick of red nail polish. But the smell was off, it was metallic, like copper. She moved toward the sink to get a better look and the goose pimples came back coupled with a wave of sickness, the red liquid appeared to be blood and it was fresh. The thick liquid had mostly swirled down the drain but left behind a thin coating of itself on the walls of the sink bowl, the sink neck itself was covered in bloodied finger prints. She wanted to scream, but not out of fear, out of anger. Some douche bag was here and was about to ruin her great evening of cheer leading, was going to ruin her being the center of attention. Fuming she picked up her solid steel pom poms and walked out of the ladies room, her eyes scanning the ground around the door and the crowd as she walked on.

[[OOC if you're reading this and are confused I apologize, this thread is carrying over from another site]]

A scream moved through the air with a 43 year old man slamming his fingernails that grew into a cheerleader's neck. The jet black haired female dropped to the ground and yelled for help, slamming her hands onto that of the last sink. The man smiled, and slowly moving his hand to her neck, claws resting where the adams apple would be. "Oh, dear." The man known as Peter sighed, his claws moving against her mouth. "So sorry about this, I was planning to slaughter all of these cheerleaders at once in an hour.. and you're wasting my time." Peter sighed a bit, and his hand began to move back on her throat. "Goodbye, deary." Peter sliced three claws across her throat and blood spilled into the sink, and she fell to the ground. Peter grasped her by her neck before a trail of blood came, and then leaped off the sink, stuffing her body in the cieling, closing the latch at the top.

"Beautiful... OH oh so beautiful...I-i-i could j-just... KILL... For her..."

The wind drifted gracefully through her hair, causing each individual blonde lock to flow elegantly. Her sweet scent of perfume drifted in the breeze. It tosses and turned and rolled through the nippy fall air. The scent swirled up and cuddled beneath a rotten, disfigured nose.

The perfume was dashed with inklings of delicious bubble gum and sweet spring flowers. It was purely... Intoxicating.

Sniff... Deep inhale... Breathing her very essence...

He could just go mad with it. He'd gone perverse with a unique infatuation with her innocent smell. The way it screamed innocence with a hint of flirtation made him come undone. The way her blonde locks tossed and turned in their ponytails were invigorating.. Their cute childhood style betrayed by the skimpy outfit that begged for foul adulthood play. He cocked his head with obsession, knowing each second it was getting worse. The way her hips swayed left to right rocked his very sanity. Each... Blusterous end made him breath heavy with lust. There was no end to her gorgeous body. It was sculpted purely by God himself.

Her legs went on for miles, smooth and milky with each step. A little bit of muscle, just the way he liked.. He tossed his head to the other side, unkempt red hair flapping to his shoulder. His eyelid was growing erratic, unable to handle the urges flowing through his veins. It controlled him with a heavy warmth he hadn't felt in...OH so long... It enslaved him, warmth coming through his fingers, forcing them to twitch and jolt with excitement. His head bobbed from side to side as his damp hair twisted and turned.

"She... Is d-d-resssed... In allofme... S-s-ooo fragile.. Yet s-so... D-devious...! he hummed happily in his hoarse, mangled voice. The stress was astounding. He couldn't handle it. His fingers came up and began to statically pull and yank at his long locks of blood red hair. His large frame began to rock ever so slightly in rhythm to his demonic rhyme. His wicked eyes were glued to the bouncy, bright young girl dashing out of the restroom. These eyes were dressing her down, imagining her in ways only a man's darkest lusts could envision. It provoked some of the most sinister giggles known to mankind.

His spiked bat was suddenly yanked from the ground beside him and brought up to his high level. The wicked figure bit down hard, a nail driving straight into the roof of his mouth. The pain was searing and full of fire. However, it prooved no use. All of his life had been guided to this singular moment where her fine breasts bounced and enticed the man.

"..I-i-i am the slave.... I-i-i am..I-i am the MASTER..!... I-i exist... Through my m-m-eans... The night.... She ...comes ..h...h..home.....," He murmured, huddled in a ball. The blood gushed out and soaked down the side of the black bat. He yanked his mouth away from the weapon, a spray of rose red lifeforce splattering across the ground. It leaked out the sides of his stitched mouth and down his jumpsuit. His eyes gazed maniacally up to the full moon, blood red hair covering nearly all of his vision. A shadow fell over the dark night. The shadows grew black. The trees swayed with fear of the events soon to come. The leaves drifted away from the trees, escaping the horror that they'd soon be witness to. He rose slowly, his body contorting and jolting as he did so. His metal bat dragged the ground, scraping loudly like nails on a chalk board.

A wicked smile carved into his mouth.

"....FOREVER...,"

Celeste walked through the crowds, holding her metallic pom poms tightly, the feeling of eyes watching her never leaving, in fact the sensation only managed to grow, it felt as if many sets of eyes were undressing her as she walked. No matter where she was she couldn't escape the watchful eyes, she eve began to develop a cold sweat of fear form this and tried to tell her that it was all in her head and somebody had probably gotten a nose bleed or a busted lip earlier in the rest room....

...she knew it wasn't that though....

The tiny blonde hairs stood up on the back of her neck and she shivered as she walked, the sweat pooling on her forehead now as she moved to the food stands to get an icee, she figured she needs sugar to calm herself and she really wanted to put distance between herself and the restroom. She could only barely hear the faint sound of the bat dragging but thought nothing of it; the noise soon becoming drowned in the rest of the chaos off screaming kids and chatting parents.

Peter moved under the stands and watched all of the cheer leaders, soon there would be alot of people here, he could attack all of them, becuase of his speed they would barely scream, but someone would surely call the police. Slowly Peter slid up his hood and sat down under the steps and waited, and watched the cheer leader.

By taking a long sniff in the air Peter could tell that the blonde one was not human.. not exactly human. She had SOME ability, Peter was like a bloodhound, he could easily take that off 'Gifted' people. Mutants, Aliens. Peter smiled at his now main-course, but by the looks of when he had traveled into the cielings, there was someone else after her.

Peter would have to fight back, but then all of the girls and boys would run and call for help. So now.. Peter would have to get the killing of the other villain over with.. Peter was overconfident, waiting there until the girl was actually attacked, his overconfident mind causing him to smirk.

Peter could see most of the kids and parents, but he knew more.. and more would come.

The maniac dragged his bat up over his shoulder. The nails pricked and tore at him. No matter, it was only an invigorating rush that got his hot blood pumping. It was hard to say what had captured his attention. He swore he wouldn't let it build up inside of him. These notions were far gone by now, etched in the back of his demented mind. His foremost lusts were in control, driving his instincts to claim what was rightfully his.

”No ESCAPE... the Unchecked Collector... Building up.. Mine MINE...,”

He murmured to himself, twitching and cocking his head in erratic movements. His bloody jumpsuit leveled with the stone ledge of the small building, keeping his wild eyes cocked on the woman's flowing golden locks. A perverse smile of wicked pleasure carved across his torn face.

”Oh... D-d-don't worry dear... I-I..I'll be back for y-you.. I'll...hehe.. ALWAYS come back to YOU!...Slave...To the Master... Master of the Slave.....,”

The gust came from the south... Tossing the trees and buffeting stray leaves. His rose hair tossed in the wind as he lovingly gazed at his sexual angel. Tonight, he knew..deep in his black soul... that this night he would not be alone any longer... The bright white moon glared down upon him; no doubt anticipating the true love to be had that night. What love... his broken nose digging into the nice.. adorable little sliver of skin between her breasts.. His scratched lips connecting with her very womanhood, tasting the heaven that was life itself.. His...

The very lustful thoughts were driving him off the deep end! He... HAD.. to have her before the very last slice of his sanity slithered into the darkest pits of his broken mind. He took to the drainage pipe trailing down the side of the brick. The monster slid down it like a snake and landed in a huddled heap on the pavement. Vermillion's conversed and contorted with the pure lust coursing through his veins. He grunted with a burning fire in his black heart. His gloved hand reached out and scraped the concrete to advert the intense urges, but there was no escape. He... NEEDED... her.

A deep chuckle of joy imbued from his sickened lungs. He used his bat for leverage, scuffing to his feet. The decrepit creature stumbled back and leaned against the white wall behind him. He licked his lips with a disgusting happiness, drool flowing out from the un-sown patches of his jaw. It dribbled down onto his chest, tainted red by the numerous scabs that lined the inside of his jaw. His breathing was heavy and labored.

But he couldn't linger... Love would be made that night...

Vermillion clung to the darkest of corners. He luminous eyes scraped and cut into the bodies of passing teenagers.. He giggled perversely at those who held hands; obvious couples... He too, would be a couple at night's end.. Oh the fun they would have... Oh, the nights spent full of blood and gore... Maybe he could... Cut just one finger... Just one of his.. He certainly did need ALL of them.. Oh no... Maybe he could use this to further pleasure his dreaded new wife... Give her a token of gratitude …

”A... part... of ME...,”



The banter of the children seemed pointless, usually speaking of silly exams or simple drama.. Oh, the drama that would be had when they found the body of Marie shoved inside the lights to the bathroom.. Vermillion wished he could have stayed put to smell her charring body next to the light... He felt as if he could have watched her blood drip from the edge of the casing down into the sink for weeks...

But that's before he saw... The beauty that would be his existence.

The shadows became one with Vermillion.. favoring his dark deeds soon to unfold. He strode through the slim alleyways, keeping against the walls to avoid being spotted. Amazing.. how someone who stood out as much as him... could be so easily overlooked. He smiled oddly at the passing young adults, finding them to be.. adorable. How humorous that all of these children were in.. OH, so much danger... Yet none of them cared.... None of them knew... All it took.. Was one easy snatch and another slutty teen would be nothing more than.. a bloody splatter across his military jumpsuit.

No no no.. There was a method to the chaos tonight.. He had to play his cards carefully if he were to take the beautiful dandelion within his grasps. Vermillion made his way across the lively high school game, going from alley to alley. The deranged creature tucked himself beneath the stands of the children. His wild eyes would peep out the small slivers of light.

Perfect... everyone's eyes were on the game. They'd pay no mind to the wicked man beneath the stands now... Homecoming was vastly more important than safety. He licked his chops with disturbing joy. Steadily, he began to rise up the rafters. His fingers clung to the edges of the bleacher seats, right next to people's feet, tossing himself up to the next row very carefully. It wasn't long before he was hanging several feet off the ground. The monster bit his lip in anticipation. The scaling was hard, but manageable as it was backwards.

Vermillion reached the top of the structure without being detected. The disgusting creature hoisted himself up and over the railing at the back of the bleachers. The commentary box was to his left and the stairs down was to the right. His head cocked to the left, glaring in the dark window to the commentary box. The game had not yet started yet, people still lining the sidelines and preparing. All eyes were on the cheerleaders... It took an eternity for Vermillion not to get lost in the blonde himself.. It was no matter... He'd have her soon enough...

There was only one, tubby man sitting next to the switches. Certainly, he was about to turn on the lights to his little box so he could begin blabbering like an idiot.. The big oaf had already turned on the lights for the field. What of the door then...?

Vermillion toggled it gently, making as little noise as possible. It was a saving grace that the obese man had his headphones already on. The door didn't seem locked... not even in the slightest.

”How...Careless...” he murmured, gently tossing the door open. It swayed gently open. The fat man was too busy fidgeting with the fuse box to take any notice of the movement behind him. His human senses were failing him; the ones ingrained in his instincts to prevent predators from sneaking up on him. It was being bewildered by senseless machines... No sight.. alright how about hearing?


None there either... His headphones balanced on his ears drained any chance of him catching the predator off guard before he struck. These were the human's too main defenses against predators...Both taken away by this man's ignorance. It was almost... too easy to take. On any other day... he wouldn't have wasted his foul breath on such a pathetic excuse for a human being.

However... this...slime was in his way of achieving his ultimate prize...

”Mmmgghh!” he attempted to yelp, but was quickly smothered. His eyes widened as far as mountains as they tried to look behind him to see what exactly had grabbed him. It was immensely strong. Its tight grip was nearly suffocating him. The huge man couldn't move. His mouth was restrained by one immense hand while the other had his wrist tucked behind his back. He wanted to struggle and scream, but the monstrous force was too powerful. He was as helpless as a sacrificial lamb.

”Have you ever... prayed for God but found the Devil...?” his broken voice wickedly seethed over his lobe. His whimpers only fueled the the creatures immense grip. It constricted hard, making the bloodflow cut suddenly. The fat man was beginning to feel dizzy, weakened by the lack of oxygen to his brain. He could feel the creatures teeth bearing down on the top of his ear. They were jagged and deformed. He wanted to scream. He wanted to call for help
God, he just wanted to do something. It was dark. He was alone. No one could see them up here. It was just him and this...thing.. The only person that would hear his prayers were him.

The coach couldn't do this. He had a wife! Kids for god sakes! He couldn't be slaughtered like this! It was his daughter's third birthday tomorrow... He had promised that he'd be here... George had been caught up by work activities at the school lately and hadn't been able to make her soccer games... His beautiful little Sarah.. He couldn't stand that he'd neglected her. He was finally going to make it up to her... Bring in the cake in himself... Wish her birthday... Present her gifts... George was going to make up for all his sins with his daughter.. He couldn't die now! Not yet! He had to make it up to Sarah!

George made muffled grunts from underneath the monster's blood stained gloves. It seemed that the beast too pity and lifted his immense grip for just a moment.

”SARAH!” his big belly yelped.

”Sarah...? SARAH?! SARAH SARAH SARAH!!! BWUAHHAA SCREAM HER NAME ALL YOU WANT SHE WONT SAVE YOU!!!” it cackled, shoving his head down on the top of the open fuse box. His forehead smacked the top of the metal, carving a deep scar into his skull. It began to profusely bleed and flow under George's glasses. The crimson mass got caught in his eyes, burning and searing his eyes shot. George went to scream but the beast caught his mouth and clamped is shut. Its torn lips bared down on the lobe of his ear once more.

”Now...” it spoke calmly, its searing breath looming over the father. George began to cry, tears mixing with his blood. He sniffled and whimpered. The only thing in his mind were thoughts of his daughter's cute curly hair. That was easily his favorite thing about her. He thought about her... let her drive his actions. With her in mind, the rest was easy.

The obese man yelled from beneath the glove.

”I want you.... to PRAY”
George was NOT going to die here, not with Sarah needing him. He lifted from the box and managed to break the grip of the beast. Vermillion stood in shock that someone had broken his grip. The heavy set man had gone into a full rage. It had become not only the will to survive. But the will to be the father he needed to be. He took a blatant swing at the monster. Vermillion had been in far more fights than George, making it too easy. The beast grabbed the fat man by his bloody face, smashing his glasses into his eyes. He went to scream but Vermillion was on him from the darkness. To silence his horrendous shrill scream, the wicked creature grasped George's face hard. He groaned as the beast shoved his fingers into his bloody eyes. The orbs nearly exploded with gore and crimson mass. Vermillion violently shoved his head inside the fuse box and slammed the metal door on his head.

George felt two new gashes appear in his neck and the top of his thinning head. Vermillion leaped from the fuse box to the control panel for the stadium. He sneered wildly with a wicked laugh.

” Ezekiel 1:14...And the living creaaturessss... RAN... and returned as the appearance of a flash of... LIGHTNING!!!” Vermillion cackled as he flicked on every single button possible on the console. There was a quick buzz then the room filled with a bright cyan glow. It was like watching a giant bug zapper as this color consumed George. Electricity and sparks zapped from the obese man's body. He contorted and spasmed with the volts traveling through veins. Vermillion could only watch with perverse excitement like a kid at a fireworks show. The lights in the stadium went into oversurge and exploded, glass flying down onto the field. A large hum could be heard across the facility, as all of the power drummed down. The screams of frantic teens rang out across the stadium. It was a jolt of excitement to see all the power go out. However, they stayed seated...

George's lifeless body slumped to the floor, leaving a bloody smear across the back wall. Vermillion perversely smelled the smell of charred copper with a wicked smile. He loomed over the fried control panel, staring out the front window down to the cheerleaders. His luminescent eyes gazed firmly at one single woman standing amongst the panicked group....

The most perfect name in the universe plastered on her back...

”Johnson.... he licked his lips.

Celeste had to report back down to the field to cheer with her fellow ladies, but her mind was ill at ease, the back of her neck wouldn't stop sweating, and her heart was racing the entire time, causing her hands to shake. She never managed to get over the feeling that someone was watching her, making her feel disgusting as if she were merely a sexual object to be lusted over, yet she carried on with her cheering, knowing that the team needed to be cheered for if they wanted to come back from being down 14 points to the other team.

Her pom poms went crazy as she lashed her arms out in a fever, throwing herself into cheering and pretending to ignore the feeling of being watched, she didn't want whoever it was to win, to beat her, so she kept on acting as if she was okay and everything was fine. Then the field lights exploded, glass shards raining down on the field and the game ending quickly, whistles blowing from the ref's for time out as people pulled out their cell phones for light before their eyes adjusted to the natural moonlight. Celeste was nervous though, the lack of lights made her feel like the eyes that were watching her from a far were now right on her.

She felt like she was being tasted by some disgusting monster and she wanted to vomit but she had to remain calm. She had too......

From under the stands, Peter grinned and laughed a bit, showing his fangs and looking about, seeing only cellphone lights, and then the beautiful moon, oh the so pretty moon~. The werewolf creature busted through the stands with brute strength, wood moving through the skies and slamming into people. Screams moving through the air, as his right hand grasps the neck of a woman next to him.

Turning his head, his eyes burned red with blood, it seemed to show all of the people he had killed, all of them. He opened his jaws wider than any human could, his canines grow larger and become sharper. His large roar exploding through the skies.



The woman stared at Peter's read eyes and seemed to shrink down into the stands, falling through the small space and slamming onto the ground. Peter growled and stomped a step in, diving in and slamming both of his hands inches away from her shoulders, feet spread, breathing like a beast.

His teeth showed and he moved his right hand back, his fingernails grew and turned yellow, he looked down at the female below him, hearing the last satisfying scream, he sliced her throat, letting her choke on her own blood. Her eyes flashing in front of her eyes, bulging eyeballs moving about as if her whole life was a book.. and that's what it was.

He could see many people running away. Using his super strength, he broke the ground under him by leaping up, forcing his weight down. Moving through the stands and shattering wood. He roared through the skies and slammed in the middle of the field, standing there and growling, gritting his teeth.

His head... ITS head tilted as a sixty degree angle staring intently at the carnage unfolding in the stands. His bloodshot eyes had been trained by the infinite stalks of the night to see perfectly fine. He witnesses some strange beast unraveling the crowd, sending them screaming every which direction. The perfect distraction set the stage to be bathed in the blackened heart of the wicked being in the box. It was evident that this was fate calling him to make his final move. The urge gave him warmth in a place he was not often used to feeling. It made his stitched grin tear with its wicked pleasure. He lifted his ring finger into his mouth and bit down hard. All the lust in his heart was going to what was left of his mind. His jagged teeth tore into his rough skin, drawing crimson blood. Not even the searing pain infringed his malevolent needs. If anything, the masochist inside him felt it only add to the warmth building up. The monster sucked his blood delightfully as he turned towards the battered door of the announcer's box.

The screaming people scattered like ants under a magnifying glass. The darkness masked his wicked appearance. To anyone else, he was a tall man with elongated hair. To him, he was a demon infused with the destiny to court the beloved woman he knew only as 'Johnson'. He strode heavily through the scattering rats, some bumping into him even. It was almost humorous to him to finally see people not revolted by him. It was only due to the immense darkness of course. Still funny all together. If it were any other night, that sweet scented girl would be the cause of his outburst. It would be her flesh in his hands. Her blood all over these stands. It would be that man who bumped his shoulder; beheaded without a passing thought or even a preponderance as to why. Hell, the panicked mice didn't even pay much notice to the spiked bat that slowly dragged behind the wicked being. He blended into the hysteria like a chameleon. It drove him to think how many other monsters walked simply past others without even knowing it. Murders and rapists in the making, all just short of their achievement of horror. It made him silly thinking of just who out of the running group, would eventually provoke one himself.

Certainly the strange super in the middle of the field had done so..

It almost made him proud in an odd sense.. to see that he was not the only angle of chaos to dash the field. He spotted her, glaring at the creature out in the middle of the field. Such ferocity in her made him mad. What a woman! He could just... eat her.. Carve her.. But not until he had had his fun. There was no way he could possibly have this one while rigamortis was taking effect. No! He would have her very much alive. Her sweet scent would intoxicate him beyond reasoning. The tortures of pleasure she would endure to make him smile made wild dreams come true. The demon's fantasies fueled his passionate steps. It was like heavy piano slams as he navigated what was left of the stands. He swayed with each drudged step. He felt like a zombie as he corralled into the steel railing of the stands. Vermillion gripped the railing tightly and seethed over them for a moment. He titled his head down, his blood red hair hanging off the edge. His wildest fantasies were ready to come true. It was a momentous moment of sin that he could never again fulfill. This would be an honorable night of disdain that even the gods would look down and show shame in allowing his existence. It would be wonderful the pink innocence violated in a mutilation like no other could ever even begin to conceive.

The monster licked his lips disturbingly at that last thought.

He descended down the stairs like a blight over humanity; his metal bat clanging behind him. The demon chuckled at the sight of her wonderful blond hair once more, oh how hard he could yank it. It was the product of his very existence that made him destined for darkness. Oh, and he reveled in the opportunity to shine. It was his wicked life's purpose to court her; it always had been and he'd never known it until his soulless followed her curves.
For the first time in his life,

Vermillion stood unsure of what to do.