I am looking for someone who is willing to explore the darkest depths of the human mind and soul with me. my intent is visceral and gory with a little bit of depravity to spice up the mood. It will start dark and graphic and race down the corridors of a twisted mind. If blood, gore and things much outside the morn of what is considered slightly depraved disturb you then now is the time to press the back button on your web browser. But to those that be interested here is a little taste of what i had in mind.
When people think about murders they almot always picture them happening in places like New York or L.A. The people are always innocent victims of chance or someone who wronged someone else in a cliche manner. No one ever expected a small suburb like Springwood to become the place of one of the most horrible mass murder cases in the state of Virginia's history. The scene was something out of a nightmare. A family of four had once lived in this house but now only four corpse remained. Blood splattered the walls and even the ceiling in places. The mother lay on the couch, her eyes had been carved out and her hands had been cut off. The hands would be found on the counter in the kitchen above where the father lay. He had been stabbed 52 time before he was sawed in half. His innards were hung form a rack that normally held pans and his nethers were placed in a pickle jar that sat next to the his head. His tongue had also been ripped out. As for the children both lay quietly in their beds. The scene was drastically different form the downstairs slaughter. They lay with their eyes closed and their hands folded upon their chests. a single stab wound to the hearts of both children. Their bodies had been cleaned up and their cloths had been changed. care had been taken with the children. It was apparent that the killer had not wanted them to suffer. There was a message scrawled in blood on the wall of the master bedroom. it read: "their lives for mine. their blood for mine. they are parts so I may be whole." there was no sign of the killer anywhere. There weren't even bloody foot prints inside the house.
Now as dawn breaks and the news of the slaughter gets around. people flock to the crime scene. Some are police officers, some are reporters, others are just curious. But one of these people will be taken on a journey deep into the mind of a brilliant yet deranged individual and discover something even darker to come.
I have no preference to male or female counterparts. It will be someone following the trail of a murder(me). I will also be taking on roles of other important individuals. You will also not know who the murder is at first. Of course you may figure it out if you pay attention to the clues that i will leave behind. There will also be some strong occultic under tones. if you are interested let me know. PM Reply its all the same to me. Keep me in the loop and I'll do my damnedest to keep up and give you something to enjoy.