Post by Arbiter124 on Aug 9, 2013 20:45:04 GMT -6
Arby walked out of the land of Yappas, uncurling his right arm, which was now a ten foot long red tentacle. Seraded. The perfect weapon to fit his... sadistic needs. He crossed the street, and he spotted it. The man that Dave had described across the street. A sneer appeared on Arby's young face. His whip twitched with excitement, as if it had a mind of its own. Arby snarled, and stepped onto the pavement, making his way across the street.
The man sat on a bench, reading a newspaper. He looked up, to see Arby, a look of confusion and instant fear on his face. He stood up to walk away, but it was too late. Arby's hand shot out, and grabbed him by his tie, pulling his confused face towards Arby's, inches apart.
"Fuck with one, fuck with the pack." Arby snarled, pulling the man over his shoulder, throwing him to the ground. The man staggered up, too late. Arby's whip lashed out, catching him in the leg. He buckled and yelled out in pain, doing nothing but sending a sensation of joy into the boy. He pulled his snake like whip arm back, and struck again, catching him in the ribs. He clutched his torso, and yelled out again, this one weaker, more of a stutter. He looked up to lock eyes with Arby, but he only recieved a kick into his cheek. His head snapped up and he groaned, falling onto his back on the street. Arby stood over him, and roared. Inhuman, animal like, spit flying.
"W-W-Why?" The man managed to whimper, and Arby threw his head back, letting out a howl of laughter. He looked back on him, his ice blue eyes showing no sign of remorse or guilt, just a thrill. An insane, unnatural thrill.
"Because you fucked with my superior, and he sicked Arby on your pathetic ass." He snarled, bringing his foot back and kicking, landing the blow on the man's head. He lay there, in an attempt to get into a fetal position. Arby snickered a bit, and stepped back, uncurling his ten foot whip arm once again.
"I love it when they whimper!" He laughed aloud, maniacal. He brought his whip in the air, and struck again, tearing his shirt. His skin showed, a red mark across the flesh. Arby's eyes lit up as the man howled once again in pain. He smiled, a toothy, sharklike grin. Insane. His whip was brought up again, and lashed out, landing on the same wound. He drew blood, it trickled down his arm, staining his suit. He cried out in pain once again, and Arby laughed once again.
His whip moved around, finding a grip on the man's neck. It wrapped around his fat, disgusting neck. With strength that rivaled a supersoldier's, it lifted the man into the air, who was now bleeding and crying. Arby looked at him with an evil grin. Arby shook his head, with a 'tsk tsk' sound escaping from his lips.
"Didn't think it would end like this, did you?" He snarled, overjoyed with this moment. The man didn't answer, he couldn't. His face was turning a sickly red from the lack of air.
Arby's whip twisted with inhuman speed, and the man's head went with it. A sickening crackle came from where his spine should be as his neck twisted too far. Arby knew that he was gone, and loosened his grip with his tentacle, letting the man's carcass flop onto the street, trickling blood in a fleshy mess.
"Easy."
The man sat on a bench, reading a newspaper. He looked up, to see Arby, a look of confusion and instant fear on his face. He stood up to walk away, but it was too late. Arby's hand shot out, and grabbed him by his tie, pulling his confused face towards Arby's, inches apart.
"Fuck with one, fuck with the pack." Arby snarled, pulling the man over his shoulder, throwing him to the ground. The man staggered up, too late. Arby's whip lashed out, catching him in the leg. He buckled and yelled out in pain, doing nothing but sending a sensation of joy into the boy. He pulled his snake like whip arm back, and struck again, catching him in the ribs. He clutched his torso, and yelled out again, this one weaker, more of a stutter. He looked up to lock eyes with Arby, but he only recieved a kick into his cheek. His head snapped up and he groaned, falling onto his back on the street. Arby stood over him, and roared. Inhuman, animal like, spit flying.
"W-W-Why?" The man managed to whimper, and Arby threw his head back, letting out a howl of laughter. He looked back on him, his ice blue eyes showing no sign of remorse or guilt, just a thrill. An insane, unnatural thrill.
"Because you fucked with my superior, and he sicked Arby on your pathetic ass." He snarled, bringing his foot back and kicking, landing the blow on the man's head. He lay there, in an attempt to get into a fetal position. Arby snickered a bit, and stepped back, uncurling his ten foot whip arm once again.
"I love it when they whimper!" He laughed aloud, maniacal. He brought his whip in the air, and struck again, tearing his shirt. His skin showed, a red mark across the flesh. Arby's eyes lit up as the man howled once again in pain. He smiled, a toothy, sharklike grin. Insane. His whip was brought up again, and lashed out, landing on the same wound. He drew blood, it trickled down his arm, staining his suit. He cried out in pain once again, and Arby laughed once again.
His whip moved around, finding a grip on the man's neck. It wrapped around his fat, disgusting neck. With strength that rivaled a supersoldier's, it lifted the man into the air, who was now bleeding and crying. Arby looked at him with an evil grin. Arby shook his head, with a 'tsk tsk' sound escaping from his lips.
"Didn't think it would end like this, did you?" He snarled, overjoyed with this moment. The man didn't answer, he couldn't. His face was turning a sickly red from the lack of air.
Arby's whip twisted with inhuman speed, and the man's head went with it. A sickening crackle came from where his spine should be as his neck twisted too far. Arby knew that he was gone, and loosened his grip with his tentacle, letting the man's carcass flop onto the street, trickling blood in a fleshy mess.
"Easy."
