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rainbowfic2012-05-17 11:59 pm
bookblather) wrote in rainbowfic2012-05-17 11:59 pm
Ruby 9, Snow White 3: Gore
Author: Kat
Title: Gore
Story: In The Heart -- Thriller Project
Colors: Ruby 9 (boar's lungs and liver), snow white 3 (into the woods).
Supplies and Materials: Bichromatic, frame, oils (lost & found), stain ("A lot of people mistake a short memory for a clear conscience." - Doug Larson), modeling clay (champion), charcoal, seed beads (or so I devoutly hope), pastels (history), miniature.
Word Count: 100.
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: The man known as Jason Dacre gets a call.
Warnings: messy and violent imagery, mention of murder.
Notes: I've been watching Criminal Minds, so expect a lot more of this soon.
He's elbow-deep in blood when his brother calls him.
"I killed him," he's saying, his voice frantic and slightly tinny over the phone. He's always been excitable. "I killed him and I hid him but they found him, what do I do?"
It ends on a wail that makes him wince, and he stands from the dead boar. "The first thing you do is relax," he orders. "Was this like the other one?"
"Exactly like," his brother says, small and shamed.
He should be. Amateur.
He sighs, absently licks the blood off one finger. "I'll be back in DC tonight."
Title: Gore
Story: In The Heart -- Thriller Project
Colors: Ruby 9 (boar's lungs and liver), snow white 3 (into the woods).
Supplies and Materials: Bichromatic, frame, oils (lost & found), stain ("A lot of people mistake a short memory for a clear conscience." - Doug Larson), modeling clay (champion), charcoal, seed beads (or so I devoutly hope), pastels (history), miniature.
Word Count: 100.
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: The man known as Jason Dacre gets a call.
Warnings: messy and violent imagery, mention of murder.
Notes: I've been watching Criminal Minds, so expect a lot more of this soon.
He's elbow-deep in blood when his brother calls him.
"I killed him," he's saying, his voice frantic and slightly tinny over the phone. He's always been excitable. "I killed him and I hid him but they found him, what do I do?"
It ends on a wail that makes him wince, and he stands from the dead boar. "The first thing you do is relax," he orders. "Was this like the other one?"
"Exactly like," his brother says, small and shamed.
He should be. Amateur.
He sighs, absently licks the blood off one finger. "I'll be back in DC tonight."
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