OOC: Grab your magnifying glasses, dust off those raincoats, there is a murder to be solved! You are free to interrogate anyone you like, dig up witnesses, bury them..lots of fun.. (experimenting a bit..nice idea though, right?)
The moon was at it's fullest, yet icey winds from the east blocked it's radiancy with dark clouds. Down a narrow ally-way no one took notice of these meteorological movements, as Fal'byola increased her pace. She pulled down her cap far beyond the capability of her mother's knitting, she was panting heavily.'Is there no end to this ally way?' There was, but would she live to reach it?
" Foolish girl! " , a solemn voice hissed out of nowhere.'You're immagining things again',she thought, or hoped. She increased her pace once more and started running, the sound of her leather boots colliding with the pathingstones reverberated all around...
Suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder, grasping, pinching, drilling it's nails deeply in her flesh, making her stop. As he turned her around, she stood face to face with a hooded man, about twice her size wearing a long black cloak. His biting laughter sent shivers down her spine, while his hands reached out for her cap. Removing the woolen garment, he reveiled two rather pointy ears. The contemporate sibilation escaping from underneath the hood made Fal'byola break out in cold sweat...
" I think some purification is in order... "he said, showing her his knife. It's blade reflected the scarce moonlight, as he brought it up closer to her face. The girl bit her lip, knowing if she'd made a sound, she'd pay with her life. In a swift single stroke he cut off her right ear, it was soon to be followed by her left ear, which was similarly removed. The man grinned once more and showed Fal'byola her own ears. Tears welled up in her eyes, she could withstand her pain, but his pleasure?
" EAT! ", he shouted, filling her mouth with her own flesh. Chewing obediently, she tasted the flavour of raw meat combined with salty tears. She looked at him, trying to determine where his eyes were hidden, yet she was unable to move him it seemed, did he know guilt?
" Didn't anyone teach you to swallow? ", he asked. Fal'byola pulled herself together and swallowed, feeling her own ears glide through her own throat made her feel rather uncomfortable. His breath felt like acid on her skin.
" You're free to go. Run, little girl, run! ", he ordered her, releasing his grip on her shoulder. She ran away like an arrow out of a bow, feelling violated, mutilated, yet relieved, yes... purified even. Passing an empty trashcan she could see the main road.'A light! I'm save!!' She threw herself forwards, but suddenly she felt something tugging at the back of her head. Someone was holding her hair! She groaned as she felt his blade ripping her open.'Clung' there was a sound of steel hitting bone, the man sighed softly and stabbed her again, more accurately this time.
" Foolish girl.. ", he hissed once more, dropping her lifeless body in front of him. Unsheathing a second, thinner, dagger, he bent over her. He brushed some hair from her face and started carving a swastika in her forehead. Seeing the blood, diluted by her own sweat, dripping on the floor, made him grin. He adjusted his cloak and disappeared within the shadows...