Paper Carrion
Cheesecake Cannibal
Backstory
For seven months the notorious Black Cat murderer has been on a murder spree. His victims consist only of nuns, strangely enough, and so far no detective has been able to decipher why he does so or exactly who he is. All that is known about him are hints of his appearance, with only rumors to back the rest of what is said. The Black Cat, as he is often referred to as, wears a simple black hoodie with cat ears protruding from the hood, and has demonic red irises; he also is said to be a young man, possibly in his late teens. His murders appear to be random, as if he simply spies a nun and then proceeds to kill them. He murders his victims most curiously; their throats are slashed open, but the cuts are almost exactly like what a cat would create if one were to claw at their necks. Despite the amount of people that have fallen due to the murderer, police and detectives have been unable to capture him and put the Black Cat to a stop.
Now
With a pale luminance, the overhead lamplights cast a honey glow over the mounds of orange-tinted snow, which fills nearly every nook and cranny of the city. In a particular neighborhood, dotted with abandoned warehouse and worn apartments, where the crimes tend to center about, one alley way is coloured with hot splatters of a burgundy substance- blood. It stains the corner of this ally, spattered over a filthy trash can and trailing down the street. It's vibrant against the glistening snow, which is furiously stirred up as if a fight had occured, both canine and feline pawprints visble in the still white. Further down and onto the street, the blood leads to a charcoal black cat. It's wounded, it's left hind leg left with the bloody bite marks of a canine, and it seems to be sustaining heavy blood loss as it sways on its paws. Eventually the injured creature stumbles and collapses onto the cool, powdery snow, faintly illuminated beneath a streetlight.
For seven months the notorious Black Cat murderer has been on a murder spree. His victims consist only of nuns, strangely enough, and so far no detective has been able to decipher why he does so or exactly who he is. All that is known about him are hints of his appearance, with only rumors to back the rest of what is said. The Black Cat, as he is often referred to as, wears a simple black hoodie with cat ears protruding from the hood, and has demonic red irises; he also is said to be a young man, possibly in his late teens. His murders appear to be random, as if he simply spies a nun and then proceeds to kill them. He murders his victims most curiously; their throats are slashed open, but the cuts are almost exactly like what a cat would create if one were to claw at their necks. Despite the amount of people that have fallen due to the murderer, police and detectives have been unable to capture him and put the Black Cat to a stop.
Now
With a pale luminance, the overhead lamplights cast a honey glow over the mounds of orange-tinted snow, which fills nearly every nook and cranny of the city. In a particular neighborhood, dotted with abandoned warehouse and worn apartments, where the crimes tend to center about, one alley way is coloured with hot splatters of a burgundy substance- blood. It stains the corner of this ally, spattered over a filthy trash can and trailing down the street. It's vibrant against the glistening snow, which is furiously stirred up as if a fight had occured, both canine and feline pawprints visble in the still white. Further down and onto the street, the blood leads to a charcoal black cat. It's wounded, it's left hind leg left with the bloody bite marks of a canine, and it seems to be sustaining heavy blood loss as it sways on its paws. Eventually the injured creature stumbles and collapses onto the cool, powdery snow, faintly illuminated beneath a streetlight.