|| One shots || Let's play a game ||

"This game, is fun, at least for me."

Dedicated to Desolve. 

Read at your own risk.

Elijah's bare feet padded across the, cold stone built, basement floor, his latest victim was sat in the corner, a single rusty chain held them within five feet of the wall. His victim was, of course a male, he tended to prefer males. He, himself didn't know why males where more preferable but he never really questioned it.

He eyed the male, that sat there, shivering, like a lost animal. "Don't be afraid." He said quietly, a grin on his face, his light blue eyes gleaming with pleasure at the thought of what was about to happen within these walls. He quickly gripped the hostages dark brown hair, pulling him to his feet roughly. "Now, Devon. Let's play a game." Devon seemed terrified, he looked terrified, almost like his life was on the line, but it was, wasn't it? "This game, is fun, for me, at least." Elijah said as he let go of the males hair, a clump of the males hair still on his hands. "Hm." He walked towards the wall, looking at the many items he kept there, guns, whips, clamps and knife. "Why don't you put your hands out for me, kiddo? palms facing the ceiling." He kept his back to male till he heard the shuffling of him moving. grabbing the pistol from the wall, he loaded the gun taking the few steps it took to get within a feet of the male.

Before the male had a chance to think, Elijah aimed the pistol at the palm of his hands, sending the bullet shooting through the hand, within seconds both hands where shot, a loud scream pierced the air, as Devon fell to the floor in agony, his crimson blood, spilling out on to the floor beneath him. He sighed in disgust "You are making a mess, stand up." He waited a few seconds, before deciding he'd taken too long to comply, taking a fist full of the males hair, he again, yanked him onto his feet. "Disobident." He muttered.

He moved the male to the middle of the room, pulling to chains down from the ceiling, "Please trying to stay still. It will only be more painful for yourself." gripping Devon's wrist in an iron tight grip, he slowly threaded the chain through the hole in the palm of the others hand. He did this to both hand before he re-hooked the chain, slowly he suspended the male from the ceiling, watching with pure glee as the man withered in pain above him. "The more you move, the more it shall hurt. Silly." He mocked him, a smirk on his face.

Elijah tilted his head to the sound as he watched the male struggle for a few more minutes, the male hadn't scream from the suspension thus disappointing Elijah. "Shame." He said to himself. "I'll have to fix that." He walked back over to the wall, idly running his fingers across the weapons, stopping on one of the knifes, It wasn't sharp, but with enough pressure, it could cut the skin. He hummed, as he picked the knife up, walking slowly back to the male.

"This will hurt you, more than it will ever hurt me." he lightly pressed the cold metal against the males stomach, grinning as he tried to struggle away from the item. "Ah, ah, be still." He murmured. He slowly applied pressure onto the knife, watching as it slowly cut into the victims pale skin. He gripped the knife handler tighter, his mouth spreading into a smile, one that sent chills down your spine, made the hair stand up on the back fo your neck, smile. As the blood appeared on the skin, is small red beads, at first. He pressed the knife deeper, letting the knife cut the skin more, before he quickly sliced down the male stomach, almost as if he was skinning an animal. He tilted his head to the side as the male let out an ear piercing scream, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he passed out. "Weak."

He dropped the knife onto the floor, as he took a step back to admire his handy work he'd done to the male stomach. The skin hang down, letting the blood flow down the males body before it began to drip onto the floor, joining the half dry puddle that was there. Elijah sighed as he lightly traced his finger through the wound, smiling as the muscle's beneath his finger tips began to move almost as if they was avoiding his touch. He let his hand drop to his side, still covered in the blood. "Sleep tight." He said as he span on his heels, leaving the basement.