Homicidal Liaison

[Alaric Mirit]

It had started out as any normal day would. The asylum was loud, filled with the screams of the restrained, the babbling of the insane, the eerie silence from the suicidal, and the twisted unheard plots of the murderers. How Alaric had ended up here was still quite a mystery to he himself. They had taken his excuse for killing an entire family for no reason as enough proof that he was insane. But he wasn't insane, just completely and totally bored. They had been too happy. Living a quiet life with a prime number of children. A boy and girl, who attended an academy and lived off their parents support. They were horribly shielded from the truth. The world was not a pretty place, unless mastered by an artist's hands. In this case, he painted a pretty little picture on the academy walls with their blood, then went after the parents. They went down alot easier knowing that their children were no more. Alaric had been satisfied for the first time in a while, until the authorities had found him shortly after the families horrid ending. Fingerprints being the dead give away.

During the brief questioning he was put through, he explained exactly how he felt, making it seem more like a trip to a therapist than a hearing. Insane. Completely and utterly insane, in their own words.

"Well I never." He thought as he was put in a cell at Coruscant's high security asylum. This had been about two weeks before the present, mind you, and despite the interesting characters met at this rather dull place, he grew bored of the same routine. Wake up, play checkers, eat, get your pills, pretend to take them, sell them, then go back to sleep. The only excitement he gained throughout the day was seeing one of the busty nurses bend over after he dropped his pill cup. She had the hots for him, to be sure.

Presently

He was inside his chamber. The little room with white walls, no windows, and a small bed. White white white. Verily disturbing. He cringed everytime he entered the room. He had been picking at his fingernails when the busty nurse entered, a large needle clasped in her gloved hand. Alaric's brow shot up and twitched. He hated those horrid things.

"Evening, doll. What're you going to do with that?"

"Alaric. You haven't been taking your pills. The doctors say that I have to give you a shot if you refuse to take your pills. Let me see your arm, please."

"You are not sticking me with that." He informed her coolly.

"If you give me trouble, I will get the doctors and I am sure you know what they will do." She shot back.

"Darling, if anyone comes near me with that, I will kill them."

She moved forward, obviously figuring he was joking. Icy blue eyes glazed over with a black film, he extended his arm in feigned compliance, then struck when she reached him. Unfortunately, she screamed before his hand could successfully tighten around her throat. Doctors immediately filled the front of his room. They stood across from him, his bed being back against the back wall, and he, sitting upon it, holding the busty nurse by her neck, ready to snap it should they give him reason. They attempted to coax him into releasing her, but he wouldn't be swayed. Not now...

A familiar force seeped into his senses and consumed those who stood before him. A dangerous grin appeared on Alaric's face. Big brother was here....

[Phantom]

A harsh, unforgiving cold swept through the labyrinth like halls of the asylum like a plague, consuming everything within its path. It was bitter and lifeless, extinguishing any and all hope one possessed; such were the icy hands of death. Something wicked and sinister drew ever near, a creature of absolute darkness, consumed by evil and bloodlust, driven by its unquenchable thirst for death and carnage. Even those not adept in the force could feel its presence. The lights of the asylum suddenly began to flicker violently, before finally extinguishing altogether, bathing all within total darkness. After what seemed like an eternity the lights slowly returned to the chambers, revealing a darkened solitary figure, standing motionless in the center of the room. A cloak of pitch black hung loosely from the figures broad shoulders, concealing his frame as it was drawn to a close. An enormous hood of the same gothic design was cast around his head, masking his face within shadow. His sinister crimson eyes burned brightly in the dim light as they rested firmly upon the men before him.

The mans face nearest to the shadowed figure suddenly twisted with unbelievable horror and agony, casting a quick glance down he noticed a gaping hole in his chest, looking up again he saw the man before him holding his heart. Dark, crimson blood poured from the open wound, forming a pool of gore at the mans feet. The other two doctors remained motionless, frozen with fear and shock having seen their friends heart removed brutally from its cradle. The heartless man instantly turned pale, the blood draining from his body, he managed a last dying gasp before he collapsed lifeless to the floor. Finally coming out of their shock the two doctors turned to run, though before they were able to take their second step they each were cleaved in two by a sightless blade. The torsos of the two now dead doctors slid from their waists, hitting the ground with a low thud. Screams filled the air as an elderly woman witnessed the last attack on the two doctors; suddenly her screams ceased as her throat was crushed by an unseen force, she too collapsed lifeless to the ground. For a moment the entire asylum stood absolutely still, silently watching the two. With a sadistic grin of satisfaction on his lips Lucian turned to look upon his brother.

" Its good to see you again ... "

His voice was hushed, almost a whisper.

" Come, we must level this place if we are to survive the night. Leave no one alive. There can be no traces of us ever being here, our future depends on it. "

[Alaric Mirit]

The world always seemed more exciting when his brother was near. It had been far too long since they had last seen one another. Was it mere chance that they should meet here? Or had he been looking for him? The answers would become ever so clear to him after they left this cursed place. Once, long ago, or so it seemed, they had been in a similar position. Kill everything and leave nothing to tell of their existence. Now, they would kill again. Not as beings of darkness, but as brothers sharing a bloodlust that could not be satisfied.

In the mist of the excitement, his grip had tightened on the nurse's throat and when he peered down at her, naught but a bloody mass now flooded his hands; the remains of fragile flesh once encased roughly in his artistic hands. Alaric's brows knit downward and his grin grew ever more malicious.

"Pity, she was quite a catch you know, while her head was still in tact, I mean." He informed his brother, releasing the corpse and relishing in the faint thud as it hit the ground. He gazed around at the once white walls, now smothered by the red essence of doctors and nurses. The place was a mess and in Alaric's opinion, far more habitable.

His gaze returned to his brother's and held for a few moments. Sirens alarmed but went on barely noticed. Kill everything? Not a problem. With a finalizing wink, he disappeared from the room, his charming laughter echoing down the corridor.

[Phantom]

Long had Lucian been searching for his younger brother and best friend, as he alone was the only other surviving member of a once proud and noble family. It seemed very much like a lifetime now since Lucian had seen or even heard from his beloved brother. Though upon hearing of his brothers sudden disappearance he traveled to the farthest reaches of space in hopes of locating him, only to find him sometyime later on Coruscant, the very heart of the galaxy. An unbridled rage filled him as he learned of his brothers institutionalization, he would not allow them to survive; no one harmed his brother.

A dark, sinister laugh seeped forth from the demonic figures hidden lips, echoing like thunder through the entire asylum; death had come to claim them all. Without the slightest hint of hesitation he too ran from the room, leaping into the fray that would soon turn into a slaughter. The near silent hum of his lightsaber was nothing less then music to his ears, as it cut through the flesh of others. Bodies and gore soon littered the floor of the asylum, the scent of scortched flesh filling the air. In the midst of the carnage he noticed that his broter was without arms, with a wicked smirk he reached deep into the folds of his cloak removing the twin black hilted sabers of his brother. With a quick flick of his wrist he hurled them towards his brother, it was just like old times now.

[Alaric Mirit]

He had been content with using his own two hands to smash faces in and render bodies entirely useless, cutting off major nerve gatherings with a simple pinch of his fingers, but when the familiar cry of his twin sabers called to him, his attention was momentarily torn from the heat of destruction. His hands extended and easily welcomed both hilts into the master wielder's grip. Igniting both simultaneously, he swirled them about his frame with such grace, it seemed more like a dance than a duel. Not a duel. Duels consisted of two persons fighting one another. This had two people slaughtering many. What would one call that? Oh yeah, slaughter. His grin was back, stronger than ever.

Many fell beneath his red sabers, each stroke made by the wielder a death blow. It wasn't until he had reached the entrance of the establishment that he realized all matters of life had been destroyed, save for he and his big brother. It wasn't until then, he also realized that they had bigger problems on their hands. Bullets shattered the glass doors before them and slipped past him, rending holes in his surroundings. One glance at his brother and they both knew what would happen next.

Alaric moved through what had once been the entrance of the asylum. The authorities, which were great in number, continued to fire upon him, missing by a mile or minute, some bullets deflected by the clever swing of his twin sabers. A dark cloud seemed to fall upon them as both brothers moved in for the kill. Pain that would last the fallen from death to rebirth claimed them and as the last were slain, the two disappeared once again into the night.

Hours Later


"What fun, what fun. Brother, I have missed you so." Alaric chuckled, brushing at his baggy attire that had been provided by the asylum staff. They now stood within an empty building. Blood covered Alaric's abnormally pretty face, the pale complextion of his skin offset by the red liquid dripping relentlessly down his calm features.

"What now, brother..?"