[IC] Children

Deus Mortuus x Vampire x 7:54 x Random Skyscraper

New York City really was a beautiful place. There were both kinds of beauty, when you looked for it. The soaring buildings, the tops just touching the sky, so it felt like you owned the world when you stood on them. The rivers of pavement, curving and winding their way around the city, leaving islands of buildings between them. The bright yellow taxis, like bumblebees in a hive, running around with their passengers and rude drivers. And at night it was even more beautiful. The lights, shining over like halos, peering out into the darkness. The windows of skyscrapers, pockets of sunshine at night. And all throughout the night, the bright moon, shining her bright light over the city, bathing it in a silver sheet of silk.

There was natural beauty too. The pockets of trees, of green. Like soft moss on a hard rock, showing how there was still life, even in the strangest of places. The pure-blue lakes, with small wooden boats on top. From high up, it was like some kind of picture. It made you feel like you could reach out your hand and grab a boat, throw it into a building. Or maybe you could pull up the trees and sneer at the small ants huddling in your shadow, terrified of something that could end their lives so easily.

Yes, Deus loved heights. He really didn?t understand those who were scared of heights. Huge buildings? Of course! He would climb up them, as high as possible, and sit on the roof and leer at the people far below. They really did look like ants. Multi-colored ants. It brought a sadistic smile to his face. He imagined that he could just reach out and crush them with a single blow, step on them and listen to their bodies crunch under his boots. Then laugh at the horrified faces as they found him, covered in the blood of his victims. No, not victims.

Victims made it sound like they had never done anything wrong. The way he saw it, Deus was just exacting justice. For what he wasn?t sure, but he was certain that his targets all deserved to die. In some way, shape, or form, they deserved nothing less then death. So Deus was just doing what needed to be done, just cleaning out the garbage. Besides, these humans repopulated the world like fucking rabbits. A few deaths here and there didn?t really affect anyone, least of all Deus. They should be thanking me! I?m helping them with their stupid population problems, after all.

Deus sighed as he climbed the last few stairs. It was getting tiring, lugging three huge containers up a couple dozen flights of stairs. It hadn?t been so bad at first, since there were elevators (the strange looks aside), but now he was seriously regretting his idea. He wasn?t even that strong, damn it! I should have gotten someone to do this for me, he thought bitterly as he rounded what felt like the millionth corner. I probably could have. I mean, threaten someone with death and they?ll do a lot. Besides the fact that he would probably kill whatever servant he chose anyway, he also knew that it would be stupid to trust anyone else with the containers.

They?d probably try to ruin my plans, he added. But I?m nearly done anyway? I am never doing this again. Not without serious help. It really was a miracle that it was still warm, after spending the last few hours being dragged around New York City, but Deus had found the perfect building for his plan. Even better, the security was a piece of crap. It had taken nothing to convince the guards that he was the guy who refilled the water cooler, and up he went. Up, up, up the stairs I go? Yes, this was going to be amazing when he was done. It was just the getting done part that was annoying him.

?Finally!? He cried out as he reached the top floor, pushing open the door with a kick. A cool and very welcomed breeze ran at him, and he grinned as he pulled the cart up the last few stairs, pushing it onto the narrow roof. It had only taken him a couple hours to find the supplies, heat it all up, and cart it to the right building. But no, when it was all done it would definitely be worth it? To hear the screams, the panic. It couldn?t beat the time he cut up a few guards and threw their limbs off a skyscraper, but nothing could beat that. Especially since Deus got to kill a few policemen after they were stupid enough to try to arrest someone like him.

?Like I?d ?go willingly? or whatever the hell they said.? No, Deus was too good to get himself hauled into prison, or even one of those psych wards. He would get arrested from time to time, but he hadn?t found a lock he couldn?t pick, and most of the time he was able to use one of the policemen as a human shield. That was the thing about humans: they all seemed to have some kind of issue with killing their comrades. ?Like that would stop me,? Deus muttered as he stretched his limbs, looking over the city.

It was a stupid name, kind of. No city slept. After all, there was always someone awake, unless you lived in one of those little towns that had a grand population of fifty or something. Then, maybe, it would be impressive if there were always something going on. Deus supposed he could like New York City, though. The Big Apple? Even the nicknames were impressive, and when you got there it was like something was shot in your veins. You had a sudden burst of energy, like you could conquer the world. It probably helped that Deus had been drinking monsters for the whole day, and was currently on his fifth.

?Damn, I?m gonna need another one soon,? he muttered as he took a sip out of the can. He rolled on his heels as he strolled to the edge of the balcony. He wasn?t one hundred percent sure why there was a roof this high, but he also didn?t care. It was perfect for the little stunt he was going to pull, and that?s all that mattered. Besides, it was probably there for some stupid reason, like maintenance or something. Who cared if the roof was clean? The pigeons? Actually, Deus couldn?t even see any of those pesky birds, and that was saying something. ?Might as well get this over with,? Deus muttered as he strolled back to the cart. ?No point in wasting time,? he added.

On the cart were five huge things of water, put into the containers you usually had on top of water coolers. The only difference was that these had been boiled for an hour each, and while they were quickly cooling off in the cold temperature on the skyscraper, Deus knew what he was doing. Pulling his lighter out, Deus frowned as it took him a couple tries to light it up. Then, with quite an evil burst of laughter, he pulled off one of the containers and rolled it to the edge, sticking his lighter right next to it. He knew that the plastic was just tough enough to manage to boil the water without melting, though it was a close thing. This is going to be fun! He thought with glee.

?I wonder if anyone is going to get killed?.? He trailed off, a sadistic smirk on his face as bubbles rose in the water, showing that it was boiling surprisingly quickly. ?Of course they are~ That?s the whole point, after all!? He let out a laugh as he shut his lighter, and then broke the seal on the water container before shoving it off the skyscraper. He was high enough that he knew the container would burst open when it hit the ground, and any water left in it would splatter and hit the people near it. And there was quite a crowd down there, too.

?This is so much fun! I wonder if I can hear anyone screaming?? Deus tried to listen, but the wind was too loud and he was too far up. Frowning, he quickly pulled the second barrel over, heating it with his lighter again. He wasn?t sure why, but this whole thing was just too much fun! ?All I need now is another monster and I?m good,? he muttered. The wind stole his words away quickly, and he became glad (again) that he brought his thick jacket with him. He didn?t fancy being up so high without some warmth, after all. With a cheerful wave, he kicked the second container over without breaking the seal, so all the heated water would be freed upon impact.

?They must be so cold down there? So this?ll help!? He cried out, not even believing his own logic. It was just fun to imagine hurting someone, and that was the only reason he did it. To inflict pain.

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