Aftermath -open to 1-

[Seven Snis]

Blood dripped across the stone and for once.... It wasn't a monster's or human. Well actually, it was both.
Seven's face was overrun with tears, his eyes oddly clear, but he still dripped in crimson tears. He was never like this! He was a killer! He cut deeper into his hands, the small switchblade in his hands pouring with his own blood. But the pain wasn't as relishing as he thought it might be. Seven didn't even know what was wrong.
He cried into his sleeves, the dark night covering trail. It would take strong eyes to notice his black getup. A long sleeve black shirt with dark jeans. His silver bangs fell in his eyes, shielding him away from this worthless piece of shit these people call home.

Seven was in a state he'd never experienced before, pure melancholy. He was sad, no! That wasn't it! He was..... scared. Of what? He had no clue, but he was burdened with such emotions that left him shattered like fragile glass. He threw the small blade, a sickening thunk revonating as it sunk deeply into a tree.
Seven's eyes poured tears and he was lost to wonder why...

[freedom]

For a cold-blooded murder, emotions such as these came as a surprise to him. Typically one who would commit a crime such as the one just witnessed on such a large scale would not have the ability to feel remorse. But this Seven character, he felt something that he could not explain. Seamus was still not pleased that all of those people were murdered, but those lives had long since been lost, and avenging them over this man's death would not suffice. Perhaps there could be some reconciliation, not in the eyes of the people of Nova City, but between Seamus and himself.

"So you made it out alive, I'm surprised the cops followed me as much as they did." Seamus was casually strolling towards Seven, taking a seat in front of him having almost gotten hit by the flying knife for the second time in 24 hours. But although Seamus was mad for the actions, he felt pity for the man. Unrightful? To some yes, but Seamus was different. For those who lost their lives could not be recovered, and the families would have to face their deaths no matter what happened to Seven. So the only life that really remained was Seven himself. And even thought the blood of countless lives was on his hands, Seamus felt he could possibly be brought back.

"How are you feeling...?" he asked calmly, offering a clean rag to him to wipe his tears and possibly his hands.

[Seven Snis]

Soon after his blade sliced the tree someone came out. He didn't really give a damn at first, if they tried anything they'd end up with their throat in his hands. I mean, his was not a problem if he had no sort of weapon in his possession. His hands were enough.

Seven whipped his hand, holds splattering the concrete of a small tombstone. He gave a low chuckle through his tears. Who else would it be but him.
"I don't need your sympathy or pity." He growled out, but his attitude was long gone. Lost to his own devices, he snatched the wipe, a small bit of his do itty chipped away by this giant hunk of feather and meat. Seven didn't bother with his eyes, but he scrubbed furiously at his hands. Occasionally he'd swipe at his face, erasing it of the newest edition of tears. God, if only his mother was watching, it would top off this whole night of clusterf*cks.
"Here to save another damsel in distress?" He teased half heartedly.

[freedom]

"No damsel in distress, I'm really not that type of guy. I come after anyone who could potentially use my help, and you sir seem that you could use someone to talk to." Seamus took a seat close to him, yet far enough away to react if Seven suddenly became violent. But for some reason, Seamus figured there would be no trouble of that today. Seven was in this state for a reason, remorsing for what evil he had done. It was amazing, the emotions that a person could travel through in the matter of moments. This was a prime example. The only problem for Seamus though was how to help one who has murdered countless.

[Seven Snis]

He looked up, his eyes narrowed and suddenly serious. "THen you came in vain." He said with no type of violent manner, just dead seriousness. Seven could give a damn about the people he killed, it wasn't as if he killed them in vain. The world had it coming.
He dropped the small rag, standing up and brushing off his pants. "Talking things over and rescuing every god damned person in need won't make me or any other person wronged think higher of you. You just another person in the world." He stated it as if he himself understood.
Seven turned his head slightly, his blue eye watching him.
"People say that anyone can make change. There stupid." He growled.
"It is the mind of the people that change, not the person. The merciless human mind contains more sins then any creature on this planet."
He'd stopped crying as well. He walked over to the tree, ripping out his small switchblade.

"Why did you come?" He asked in a low voice.

[freedom]

"You're right, I am just another person here," he said, standing up and leaning against one of the larger trees. "And I would care less if people thought higher of me or not. I never come in vain. The attempt to help someone is reason enough for me to act. People can change, I've witnessed it time and time again. So why did I come? Because I thought you wouldn't mind having someone to talk to. I did help you escape afterall. I didn't have to let you do that."

[Seven Snis]

Seven laughed, his eyes watching him with what was almost amusement. "No you didn't, but of course I doubt you had much if choice with that girl at my blade." He growled lowly, a twinkle flaming up.
He'd do it all again too, being in the height of the moment, he had experienced a blinding rage, he went balistic up there. Seven was more rational now.
"But you still don't understand. Killing or murdering, it has nothing to do with personal mishceif or just some hobby. Just like you have your reason for saving others, I have mine for taking lives. The only difference between us are our morals. I'm a monster, I know that." He shrugged, he was a serial killer, what could you do?
"My reasons burn deep inti my childhood. I killed my father you know." He said shaking his finger like he was telling a story to a child, a large, feathery, manly child.

[freedom]

"I never knew my parents. But as a history can form a person, so can the present. Nothing is set in stone but the stone itself." So long the sad Seven; it seemed that the angry one had returned. But there had to be something that caused him to turn out how he did. Seamus just wanted to know what that was. That and something a little bit more unconventional. He was going to attempt to try and make him a friend, of sorts.

[Seven Snis]

Seven smiled, the crazy grin that set a cringe to normal people. "Your lucky then. Life can be a b*tch." He said leaning back against the tree.
"I'm proud of the work I do." He stated, glancing at him with a more calm composure. His job was hard, running constantly to kee your identity a secret. He'd been exposing himself a lot recently.
He was the killer of Nova City. He killed monsters and humans, setting themselves against one anither in a silly game of his. The world was but a chess game and everyone ekse, were the pawns. Everybody knew it, killer or not. It was hie celebrities climbed to fame and the government owned their nations.

[freedom]

Seamus remained unchanged, even with his distorted and creepy grin. "Somehow, I don't think you completely believe that. I don't think you saw what I did when I arrived here." Pawns wouldn't be the word he would have chosen for these people. Certainly this man wasn't the chess master by any means. His acts of murder were meaningless in the grand scheme of things. Anyone can kill, and Seven was no different. People were scared, but anyone can create fear. Not everyone can create joy or happiness. That was the true art.

[Seven Snis]

Seven gave a heavy sigh, slumping against the tree with a knock as he smacked the back if his head into it's trunk. He rubbed his eyes, his mouth moving as he spoke at the same time.
"What do you want from me angel, a cookie?" He barked out with a hint of annoyance. Seven could already imagine what Seamus wanted, some weird sob story explaining his 'misunderstandings', or maybe some crackpot tale of my sudden urge to kill. He chuckled darkly.
He just didn't seem to get it. It wasn't about fear or hurt. Well, that was his fault then.

[freedom]

He couldn't help but chuckle softly to himself as he didn't move, still leaning against the tree. "While a cookie would be amazing right now, no that is not what I am after. Really, I'm not after anything. I saw you crying, and I came here. Anything that comes of this will just be a matter of course. So please, I'm just here for hopefully pleasant conversation."

[Seven Snis]

He shook his head, enough about him. There wasn't much about him that was real interesting. Seven perked up all of a sudden, a nice idea turning gesrs in his head.
"So who are you after? The witch or the bird?" He cracked another grin followed by laughter.
He leaned forward, "Bet you didn't know I knew about you!" He laughed, leaning on his legs as he listened in.

[freedom]

Seamus smiled brightly, crossing his legs and sitting in front of Seven. Finally, a guy he could talk to about the whole ordeal. Sure, he may have murdered hundreds, but at least it wasn't one of the girls themselves. "Thank you for asking! I had no idea you knew but would love to know at some point. But anyway, she is a light-turned-dark angel, not a bird. And I'm going after her. Sully is amazing, but ever since I've met..." Seamus suddenly locked up. He had fallen in love, yet he didn't even know her name! How stupid was he!

[Seven Snis]

"Mocking." He stated. He did his research, Seven wasn't number one for nothing. "The bird is cslled Mocking, thus, Mocking Bird." He explained. Seven had a cocky look on his face, "Your a real player." He said in a whisper, his crooked smile still displayed.
"One of them is going to get broken hearted. Poor dears, I can't help but feel remorse when I see a damsel in distress." Lie. He honestly coud care less. But, he was bored.