One Lone Man in Cammie Land (Open to all)

[Archon Hamilton]

Malachiah walked down the streets of Stanton Island casually, a large man, and lone Sabbat in the dangerous lands of the Camarilla. What would he do...that was of course easy to answer, he would kill them all, he would paint the Island red with their blood, all the while mortals would be calling their mortal police. Ha ha ha, call your dogs' they can feast on your corpses.

As Malachiah watched the hapless cattle go about their puny insignificant lives, his destination grew closer, and closer. Oh yes this would be in the news for some time. All the while it would cause chaos and disorder for the Camarilla. It was a nice night, it was a nice night to die. Though he would not be the one in this weeks Obituaries in the local paper, no his was in Chicago, some time ago. Feels like a long time that, someone elses life. Then looking in front of him was his destination. He followed the phone lines to which ones were tied to the building. With a short running jump Malachiah's large form jumped up and severed their phone lines. There would be no calls for help this night.

Meurta's home for kids Malachiah smiled wickedly and licked his lips. So soft, so fragile, so delicious! He was practically salivating at the very thought. He made his way around the to the back and as he thought, a back door. The checked the entire parameter for any other exits out of that place. Answer was no, just the front door and the back. Malachiah moved a dumpster in front of the back door so no one could get out that way.

Making his way around the front and into the building. The screams and cries that emanated from that building over the course of the next four minutes were horrible and sounded as if it were a gateway to hell inside. By the time the police arrived it was a horrific scene. The adults were ripped apart the children's bodies were broken and in impossible angles. Every last child though unlike the adults were completely drained of blood. The only thing that was left of Malachiah's presence there was an inscription on the wall written in blood Atrum Unus EGO spill is cruor in veneratio of thee , permissum is flow vobis ut vos may exsisto commodo , permissum mihi vestri immortalis vernula fulsi volens hoc vitualamen. EGO queso vos ut permissum vestri thesaurus of damno eram super is Insula quod Camarilla may exsisto solvo of Humanus capitale ut sic habito hic.

Malachiah no long gone from that scene made his way into a seedy looking bar. He took a seat and looked around at the people gathered with in hoping, dare he say praying, that someone would say something shitty to him. He had fed on the children at the home and was full of Blood.

[Keira Kelly]

A drunk walked past Malachiah, carelessly bumping straight into the Cainite and in fact, managing to spill half of his drink on Mal.
"Watch where you are going!" the drunk shouted before he started to wander off.

[Archon Hamilton]

Malachiah, possibly would have let something like that go, if it were a Cainite, but he would not broker such insult from food. Grabing the man my the wrist he effortlessly flung him across the room six feet a way with one hand. He slowly stood up to his full height and looked at the patrons of the seedy bar.

"Any of you fuckers wanna give me go! Come on you pussies! Lets see who among you lost the best parts of themselves as they dripped down your mothers chin...."Malachiah felt the frenzy rising, soon, soon, not yet. He thought and waited to see how this would turn out.

[Keira Kelly]

The bartender went running over to the man that had been thrown, checking him for signs of life. After a moment he stood up. "Hey buddy, you had probably best leave. We don't want any trouble, man. Get out of here or I'll have to call the cops." the man said in a calm voice, hands raised to show he wasn't being aggressive.

"This isn't worth it." The man had obviously been trained to defuse hostile drunks. "Just walk."

[Archon Hamilton]

Malachiah allowed a wicked smirk to play across his inhuman face

"Call your dogs, they can feast on your corpses!" Malachiah withdrew his hands from his pockets to reveal their spikes he then gave in and let the frenzy come

(OOC:Have fun Keira, your turn to play a monster.)

[Keira Kelly]

Malachiah gripped one of the bartender's outstretched arms and ripped back sharply, pulling the limb right out of the socket and tearing flesh and bone. The man didn't even have time to scream before the Brujah started beating him with the severed arm until there was nothing left of the man's head but mush.

Some nearby people began to flee but Malachiah noticed the movement, chasing them down like a wild animal, tearing out their throats with the spikes on his hands. By this point, the crowd in general in the bar began to panic, milling towards the two exits like scared animals amid shrieks and screams. There were enough of them that the exit was bottle-necked and the humans tried to trample each other to get away from the rabid beast.

He tore into them, pulling off arms, legs, heads.. anything he could get his massive hands on. Blood soaked the floor and sprayed on to the ceiling. It didn't take long for all life to be extinguished in the bar so Malachiah turned on the chairs, tables and other objects around, ripping everything to pieces or smashing it against the walls.

After a time, rationalization came back to the Brujah. Every wall was spattered with red as was the ceiling. Broken pictures, pieces of tables and chairs as well as bits of what had once been people were strewn across the floor. One head-less torso had been pinned into a wall by a broken pool cue stick, trailing innards onto the floor. Other entrails were lined the floor like macabre ropes.

The gore in the place was beyond description. The bar was silent now, though suddenly a photograph fell off the wall with a loud crash of glass.

[Archon Hamilton]

Malachiah looked around seeing his handy work. Blood and gore everywhere. He picked up someones entrails and held them to his chest smearing their gore onto himself. Laughing he rolled around on the floor until the picture that was hanging rather precariously on the wall game crashing down to the floor below.

In almost an instant Malachiah was back on his feet ready to fight but then realized that it was just a falling picture. He laughed again and decided that he would finally make his way back to pack, maybe the priest was there by now. Then again maybe not. Either way Malachiah headed back to the hotel.