(ON HOLD)Behind Closed Doors | Hermitcraft

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❝ Tʜᴇɴ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ғɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴅᴏ ʟᴇᴛ ɪᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ sᴛᴏᴘs ʜᴜʀᴛɪɴɢ. ❞

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A scream rung through the air, only to be followed by silence. Soft laugher, a man dressed in black trench coat and a top hat that miraculously stayed on his head. He wore a venetian mask with a plague doctor theme to it in order to conceal their face. The mask itself was formed of rusted metallic material, a white-silverish body color followed by a brass looking outline. Speaking of brass, he held brass scissors tightly in his grip that he plunged into an innocent woman's throat.

Or.... maybe not that innocent. A prostitute. A woman who engaged in sexual activity for payment. She shouldn't have been late out at night anyways, authorities did warn everyone. However, she didn't listen, and no the rusted brass blade seared through her flesh and muscle.

He pulled the shears out of her throat before jabbing them through her eye. Before he had ruined them, her eyes had been a dark brown color. She was a slut. A useless nobody, and she was better dead. Her was going to ruin her body, maim her beyond recognition, however he heard someone called out, "OI! Ye bloody bastard, under the name of the law, you're under arrest!"

He grabbed his shears, spinning around and running with the cover of the night to aid him. The murder could hear yells from the authorities chasing after him, but he didn't stop. He knew if they caught him, he'd have an unmasking and public hanging.

Up ahead on the dirt streets, he spotted a stranger riding a horse drawn carriage. So he charged forward, jumping. Almost tripping in the process, but he climbed into the carriage and kicked the man driving it out on the dirt. Grabbing the reins, he sent the two horses galloping forward. The yells grew faint, and soon out of touch as he left the carriage and disappeared into the forest.

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A man in a white lab coat of sorts was sitting on the couch, the furniture having seen better days. Tears and patches littered all over, yet it was still soft as a cloud. The man stroked his grey beard for a moment,  before flipping through the latest newspaper. His friend already had joked about growing so much hair on his face, but not on his head. The daily routine, him giving a faked sad response, and hearing that they would immediately apologize. He chuckled at the thought, as the man in the lab coat skimmed through the small letters. "Another murder today."

"Aw! Really? Still haven't caught the guy?" His friend said from another room, before promptly coming in hugging his precious cat. "Here ya go Jellie." He set the cat down, before he placed a bowl of milk down that the feline quickly went to drink. He smiled softly, admiring his cat, as tilted his cowboy hat so it fit right on his head.

He turned back to the man on the furniture, "Well any word about the vigilante, Cub?" He said a with a bit more of a rough tone in his voice, after their company got exposed by him.. "Apparently Officer False and Detective Mumbo chased him through the rooftops. When he lost roofs to jump onto, he jumped right in the water and they lost sight of him. He felt right from 2 stories too, must have hurt like hell falling from that high." Cub replied, before setting the newspaper down on the table. "Listen Scar, if you're still upset about Convex, it's probably my fault for getting it into all of those... practices."

"No, no- It's fine-" Scar let out a soft sigh, his body stiffening. His cat noticed this, and slowly got up to rub against his legs. Scar smiled softly at this, before setting himself down on the floor to play with the feline a bit.