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Locked in a private room high atop the stage, overlooking the play and all of the goings on through a thick pane of glass. A private room for some of the most important men and women in the world sits a young man on a white leather sofa, blood red hair sprawled messily atop his head.His fair skin glowed in the low ambiance of the room,as his crimson gaze was set on an act much more entertaining then the one below him. He sat legs crossed, while his black jeans already torn and tattered made a small tearing sound as he moved one leg over the other, a white sleeveless shirt torn in a similar fashion held together in certain areas with safety pins. Twirling a syringe in his left hand he let out a chuckle, the sounds of the play nearly drowned out the cries of agony that came from a man writhing on the floor at the base of the sofa.He cried, convulsing as blood drained from his eyes, nose, and mouth, and in several spots from small nicks and scrapes all over. "Please! Make it stop!! I'll give you anything! Money, Cars, I have so much I could give just make it stop!!!"
The red head pauses as if to contemplate the mans offer, then looks down at him pulling a vile of clear liquid from his pocket,
"Here, anti venom. My only desire is to see you cure yourself of this agony.. it is my game.. can you do it before you bleed out?? Here I'll even give you a hand!" he replies, a crazed look overcomes him as he stabs the syringe into the vile and lifts the plunger, rolling the filled needle over to the man pure joy filling his face. As the man quickly and sloppily crawls over to what he saw as his saving grace. He takes the needle and clears it before jabbing it into his arm, pushing the plunger down dispensing all of the liquid. It is then his hand falls, his eyes fill with terror as he realizes what he had done in his state of panic, his body was immobilized though he felt the pain still, excruciating pain as his body was slowly being bled dry. He couldn't move, or speak his motor functions had ceased. The red head bursts into maniacal laughter slapping his knee for effect.
"This special hemotoxin, halts the coagulation of your blood, basically making you anemic, the tiniest scrape and you can bleed to death.. though in rare cases.. like yours.. the subject can begin to bleed from all orifices," he begins his explanation as if making mental notes. "To bad you put up such a fight when I came in here... otherwise you wouldn't be cut up and bruised the way you are... the lovely dose of venom you so kindly injected yourself with is a neurotoxin, taken from a diamondback rattlesnake, a concentrated dose of course, enough to put down three grown men, and to be frank sir.. the only thing I want from you, is your death!" the red head stands, being sure to pick up his syringe, not that these fools had his fingerprints on file, but it sure did add to the mystery. The man no one in the world could find! His worldwide body count had to be in the hundreds by now, never leaving a scrap of evidence. So after cleaning the room thoroughly he leaves locking the door on his way out.
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