Sinny The Fool
Clown Boogaloo
Tremki Kaguya, "The Spawn of Abaddon"
"The Sewers of Hell City hold many secrets, the child known as the very spawn of Satan itself is just one of them." ~ A Mysterious Voice
~Somewhere in the sewers~
The sound of rats scurrying across the muggy green waters that flowed throughout the many passageways under the grand City that stood above, where the people of Hell City would walk unbeknownst to them that they had been treading on the roof of a particular individual who calls the dark, dank and most of all strange sewage system under the City his nest or 'home' if you will. The child who spent most of his time in the comfort of darkness, and preyed on those unfortunate enough to stumble upon his 'humble' abode. Tremki who was otherwise known as 'The Spawn of Abaddon' had decided to stray away from his nest, and instead of tending to his 'dolls' Tremki had opted to further explore the sewers. While there was literally nobody who knew the sewage system quite as well as Tremki did - even he had yet to completely explore the area in all of it's depths.
Thus, Tremki skipped...Skipped down the many tunnels that occupied the sewers, skipping along as he chanted to himself one of the nursery rhymes he had been taught when he was young and every now and then sweeping down to pick up a rat from the sidewalk and tossing it in the air toying around the place; hanging on it by it's tail he twirled it around it an extremely fast fashion, and increasing the speed until the rat's tail eventually gave up and catapulted itself several feet in front of Tremki and hitting the wall; making a disturbing sound of crushing bones and battered flesh. All whilst still chanting the nursery rhyme to himself, not really knowing the meaning or purpose behind the words he spoke aloud.
"Mary, Mary, quite contrary
How do your gardens grow?
With silver bells and cockleshells
And pretty maids all in a row? ~"
This stopped when the sudden Tremki had stopped, he had stopped due to two things he had noticed after only a short while. The heavy scent of people had filled the sewers, living people and this scent was soon accompanied by muffled voices in the distance as Tremki slowly made his way closer. Once he had noticed this, Tremki's mind ran wild with skeptic thoughts; after all it wasn't everyday that people would willingly venture down into the dark depths Tremki called home.
'Tremki smells...Tremki smells more than one' he thought to himself in silence, blinking a few times he pressed on. Only this time Tremki kept himself close to the walls he walked along, and once reaching a wide clearing that had been mostly filled with darkness and shadow. Tremki could see a little further in the distance a group of people were huddled up in a group, an artificial light of some kind illuminated the area they stood inside and eyes had been kept locked on the darkness, Tremki himself had only stuck his head out enough for his right eye to see down the corridor and towards the group itself. One of the men standing had even looked directly in his direction, only to look off in another direction moments later - from here Tremki leaned back behind the cover of the moist walls. Looking up to the dripping ceiling Tremki smirked to himself, he became excited and found it hard not to chant out loud about it.
But of course, Tremki managed to control himself at least for the time being. Placing both of his hands on the wall itself, Tremki dug his grip in - using his jagged fingers he scaled up the wall on all fours and proceeding to scurry to the top. It was a rare sight to see someone look up, and it was because of that Tremki first learned to stalk his prey that way. That, and the lighting had also been of aid to Tremki as the ceiling was covered in darkness just like the majority of the sewers.
It didn't take long for Tremki to make his way down the corridor where the group had stood and once Tremki had positioned himself correctly, he pounced. The strike being hardly anything more than a simple blur, one of the onlooking men who stood the furthest from the group (not that he was very far from the rest of the group anyway) was first. To the rest of the group, it would have almost been as if the man disappeared entirely - nothing but a short, cut off yelp for help emitting from what had occurred.
It wasn't until a few moments later, the echoing sound of cracking bones and the shredding of flesh could be heard emitting throughout the sewers accompanied by the childish chuckles coming from seemingly all directions around the group. Tremki had of course kept himself moving around the shifting darkness of the sewers, and once the sound of tearing flesh and bone had stopped momentarily, Tremki had taken upon giving the group a gift.
The severed hand of the man who had vanished only moments prior. Now, the area once again went quiet - but as the sound of life faded from the sewer tunnels. The feeling of it scurrying around would not, and Tremki remained within the darkness. Yet constantly keeping his eye close to the 'intruders'.
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