Part I {Already Posted}

{General warning: This roleplay contains gore, violence, torture, incest, sexual encounters, rape, foul language, and possibly more. If you are offended by any of the above, please, do not read any further. Thank you.}

Sticky, crimson blood stained the man's hands and chest, and splatters of it could be seen on his face as well. The body had been disposed of, but the mess was yet to be taken care of. Resting one elbow on the metal table in front of him, the man ran his other hand through his hair, leaving streaks of blood that nearly blended in with his red highlights. Various surgical instruments littered the table, many of them slick with yet more blood that was yet to be cleaned. Heaving a sigh, the man turned towards the door on the far left of the room.

"Cobra!" The name came bursting through his lips angrily, and he scowled as no answer was heard. "Damn that unreliable bastard. If he weren't my brother, I would kill him next...after having him clean up this goddamn mess, of course." He opened his mouth to call again, but decided against it. Chances are Cobra was out doing whatever the hell it was he did right about now. The mess would be his to clean this time.

Muttering and cursing under his breath, the man, who was called Tarantula, set about the heavy task before him. Armed with a spray bottle in one hand and a cloth in the other, he started cleaning the instruments on the table first. He handled each one with the greatest of care, tenderly stroking each and every object as he cleaned it until it shone, sparkling in the dim light that came from a single, flickering lightbulb.

As he continued cleaning, he began humming a sadistic tune. He couldn't quite remember the words, but he knew that the title of the song was 'Pretty Toy'. It was a bit ironic, in his mind, that he was humming a song like that right after he had finished "playing" with his mortal victim.

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