Case File: Bloody Mary
Tactician: standard (rank 1)
It's a little known piece of trivia, but the international criminal investigations organization known as ZEMY, used to be a sort of "X-Files" type department in the KGB back during the Cold War. So a pretty sizable contingent among its staff are into the whole "weird shit" thing. A few of them have been investigating a certain series of cases, which through the usual twists of fate, not only turned out to be related to one another, but brought these guys (and a gal) together to compare notes. Here's what they found out:
The deaths are most probably the handiwork of a murderer. This murderer has a definite modus operandi. And no, the murderer is not necessarily female, but "Bloody Mary" is a bloody good case file name.
So about that modus operandi...
The most famous case and the one to best illustrate the method used was the one that happened in a public pool in Japan. This happened smack dabbed during the middle of the "Sarin Gas Incident" on the Tokyo subway, so it got buried in the media hoopla, but luckily, someone at Mainichi Shimbun was doing his job. Here's how it went down:
It was a Thursday morning, the pool was closed on Wednesday for cleaning. It was a pretty heavy crowd, despite it being a weekday. Suddenly, the people nearest the edge of the pool started yelling. Right away, confusion sets in for just about everyone. Red starts to fill the pool, but everyone's still out of it. Some guys tried to get to the edge of the pool, but just about then, the pain hit them and stopped them short. One woman was already near the edge of the pool when this went down, she tried to get out but couldn't pull herself up. Her legs wouldn't work. They wouldn't work for any of the people there. Less than a minute later, the entire pool turned red and the mass confusion turned into full blown, screaming panic!
When the cops and reporters finally got there about a quarter of an hour later, everyone was already dead and guts were floating up the top of the pool. Funny fact, you can overflow a pool if you can somehow disembowel every single swimmer simultaneously.
Based on the autopsy reports from this case and about fifteen other corroborating cases, here's what the folks at ZEMY figured happened:
Whatever it was that killed everyone, the first thing it did was to incapacitate them. The back of all the victims' legs were shredded, their tendons were severed, so they wouldn't be able to swim out. The second thing it did, was to make sure there'd be as few survivors as possible. That's why it's always the people near the edge of the pool who get attacked first. These people tended to get their jugulars and arteries ripped off too. The people in the middle of the pool needed more time to realize the danger they were in and try to escape, by which point, it was already too late. Those poor saps get to drown in a pool of blood and guts as their legs fail them and they started sinking on their own.
Speaking of guts, that's stage three. Once everyone's dead or are pretty much certain to die, their guts get sliced open and all the innards start spilling out. This is when the pool starts to overflow by the way.
There are variations to each case, but that's the gist of it. "Bloody Mary" is an efficient and effective killer, who as a bonus, throws in a healthy dose of gore into "her" work. But it's definitely, a deliberate act, each and every time. A modus operandi, if you will.
Oh, as for what's been slicing and dicing the victims, nobody knows. Autopsy says there's tiny teeth marks and a whole lot of tearing; but blood, guts and the occasional major organ aside, there's no evidence of exactly what's killed everybody.
Urban Legend: Sad Girl in Rain
Binding: superior (rank 2)
Here's a word of advice if you want to score with a hot underage schoolgirl. It's what a friend of a friend told me to do, and I can personally guarantee it'll work.
Say it's raining. The heavier the better, and you have an umbrella. If you see said hot underage schoolgirl out in the middle of the rain getting drenched, be sure to head on over and offer her your umbrella. She'll refuse at first of course, but then you'll just have to insist and offer it to her a second time. She'll refuse you a second time, so what you've got to do is offer your umbrella to her a third time.
A wind will pick up and blow some rain right in your face, or maybe someone you know will call out to you and that'll catch your attention. Whatever happens to happen, you're going to get distracted, and when you turn back to the girl, she's going to be gone.
After that, just go on with the rest of your life as you normally would. Don't worry, the "contract" has been formed, and it's binding.
One day you're going to see that hot underage schoolgirl again. Maybe you'll be maxin' and relaxin' in your hotel's jacuzzi or you'll be with your wife and kids at the swimming pool, and then you'll see her. She'll give you a dead little smile and before you know it, you'll get to see your wife and kids die horribly.
You'll hear someone give out a shout and you'll turn your attention to the swimming pool, which thankfully, you were not in at the time. And you'll keep looking at that pool before finally dropping your jaw at the horror of everyone dying right in front of your eyes. Months later, you'll still be able to hear your children screaming for "Mommy!" and "Daddy!" and your wife calling out your name.
You'll abruptly sit up from your bed; your heart pounding in your chest and the rush of blood passing through your ears... you'll look down and you'll see her. That girl in the rain, the one who started it all. Yeah, you hit that hot little number. It wouldn't ease your pain one bit, but you hit it. You'll smile a dead little smile as you look down on her lithe naked body, then you'll look down on your own naked body, see the blood pouring out of your guts, and then you'll die.
Yay, I love happy endings... you bastard.
Disintegration: superior (rank 2)
Category: Pain looked down at his protege and smiled a forgiving, if exasperated smile at her. "What am I going to do with you, girl?"
She said nothing. She looked on impassively at the cleaning crew doing their job, wiping away all evidence that she was ever there.
That's what she felt, sad. The guys at KALI were too good at their jobs, TOO good. In another minute or two, no one would ever know what she did in that room. There would be no trace of her existence ever being there.
It s the same thing, over and over again, it s the same thing. Even that pool incident a few months back has already been covered up. Over thirty dead and no one knows anymore. It's become no more than just a rumor now. If she were lucky, there'd be a blurb about it in some paper somewhere.
It's as if it all just didn't matter. None of it.
She sighed. Or rather, she felt like sighing, but she didn't. She just kept quiet and looked on at the scene, which was already "cleaned". Her mentor placed a kind hand of her shoulder. Inwardly, she shuddered.
You ll never get Ranked if you keep refusing to put your heart into this my dear. Making a mess is all well and good, but without "heart", there can be no "style", and without "style", this is just homicidal mania.
She didn't want to hear any of that. Not then, not there. She didn't want to feel sad. She didn't want to feel like her existence didn't matter. And she definitely did not want Category: Pain telling her what she did wrong. All she wanted at that moment, was for him to push her down and make love to her. For god's sake, she just murdered a man in cold blood! Does he not realize how aroused that's made her!?