Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2012 23:40:39 GMT -4
The apartment door swung open lightly with a small creak. Wincing at the sound of the door, Ryan slid his reasonably built self through the spacing of the door and it's frame. He then closed the door once again. A smirk slowly spread across his lips as he was once again able to avoid another angry person for him spending the night with them and not really calling them back at all. Ryan wasn't really big on the whole emotional bonding thing with someone. Emotion and people really dragged you down in the long run and held you back. Not to mention they sold you out for no apparent reason when the opportunity presented itself.
However cutting off all human contact was boring, so Ryan felt like it was a much better use of his abilities to use people as he desired. They were mere puppets for him to play with and force them to do his bidding. He was able to control who they were by simply touching them. Mostly Ryan used people for sex. He had used happiness as the emotion before but he stuck more towards desire and love. It was a much easier emotion to toy with. People had the desire lurking in them to begin with, but with a handshake, that desire and lust which hid under them soon broke through the ice and they fell hopelessly prey to Ryan's web of lies and deceit.
Lately, he had been wondering about the effects of the other emotions. Sure some people experience rage and loneliness about everyday, but those are simply dialed back versions of them. People are constantly afraid of letting loose their feelings and allowing their primal emotions out. But they shouldn't suppress these feelings because first of all, it's probably not healthy to hold back, and second, where is the fun in resistance? Ryan never allowed himself to be dominated by his emotions, he was actually a lot more dominative in more aspects then just that. He was more dominative in a relationship which was constantly demonstrated as he tended to get around a lot.
Slowly, Ryan made his way down the hall of the apartment. The decor was pretty good in this place. For once the girl he hooked up with wasn't living in some kind of dump. Sure there was a couple… a ton… a shit ton of places he ended up in that weren't really that beautiful. They were actually shit holes. As he walked down the hall, Ryan draped the black leather jacket over himself just before he snaked his arms into the sleeves. Fitting himself properly in the jacket, he zipped in up, preparing himself for the cooler weather that came with Autumn.
Getting into the elevator, Ryan was faced with two other people standing there. They seemed like pretty hot girls. Attractive and successful as they were dressed well in blazers and skirts. Office job most likely or they were simply going for job interviews. Either way, they were extremely attractive. Stepping into the elevator, Ryan situated himself do that he had a lovely lady on either side of him. A thought did however cross his mind. Stopping the elevator and enjoying some quality time with these girls was tempting, but perhaps another path could be taken. The doors to the elevator closed slowly and the elevator jolted down for a moment. With a smirk plastered on his face, Ryan stumbled over and his hand caught the shoulder of either girl. His index finger moved up slightly as it came into contact with the girls necks.
It only took a split second for the envy and jelousy to sink into their systems. The girls narrowed their eyes at each other as Ryan pressed himself against the wall of the elevator. Almost instantly, the two girls started going at it, insults were flying as they went first for the hair, attempting to tear the others clothing right off their body. This form of envy was raw and powerful as it possessed them to the point where they were prepared to kill each other to be the other one. They envied what the other had and were jealous of the life of the other. They continued to go at each other until finally, one of the woman smashed the other's head repeatedly against the wall of the elevator. She kept smashing her head in even after her blood was smeared on the wall and her body became lifeless. In an instant, what was once a decent person living their average life was just a husk of skin and muscle, vacant of life all together.
The woman's jealous rage subsided as she came to realize exactly what she had done to her friend. Shaking with fear, she stood frozen in her steps as she stared at the empty eyes of the woman she had just killed with her own hands. Dropping to her knees, she allowed the tears to fall from her eyes and streak down her cheeks leaving them moist as she loomed over the dead body which was now leaning against the wall. Ryan kept himself against the wall, he had never witnessed a murder so close usually an event like this would leave a person traumatized. But he seemed oddly fascinated with the idea that he was able to set off the chain of events which led to the death of a woman. He hadn't pulled the trigger, he merely enabled them with the passion to kill for what they wanted. The rest was their decision. All the events that followed his influence was their own fault and the fallout would be tremendous for such an event.
The elevator came to a halt at the lobby and Ryan quickly exited while the woman continued to mourn and reel over the death of a dear friend. As he rushed out the building, Ryan turned onto the sidewalk an fell in line with the rest of the drones that paraded the streets of the city. He bumped into people constantly, but he never reacted, he remained deep in thought. He was enthralled by the event that had just unfolded before his very eyes. A thought soon pulsed through his mind and sparked an idea. If jealousy had such a chaotic effect on those woman, what would a violent outburst result in?
With yet another reasonably sadistic smile spreading across his face, Ryan brushed the back of his hand against that of another man. Rage channeled into the man and entered his blood stream. It quickly took hold of the mans mind and possessed him. He soon became outraged at the woman walking beside him as he shoved her to the ground and toppled several other people in the process. Ryan, along with several others gathered around to see what just was happening here in the middle of the side walk. The man was beating the woman whom he had shoved to the ground. A few people tried to restrain him, but he shoved them off and continued to beat the woman. Perhaps Ryan had taken his experimentation too far it seemed.
However cutting off all human contact was boring, so Ryan felt like it was a much better use of his abilities to use people as he desired. They were mere puppets for him to play with and force them to do his bidding. He was able to control who they were by simply touching them. Mostly Ryan used people for sex. He had used happiness as the emotion before but he stuck more towards desire and love. It was a much easier emotion to toy with. People had the desire lurking in them to begin with, but with a handshake, that desire and lust which hid under them soon broke through the ice and they fell hopelessly prey to Ryan's web of lies and deceit.
Lately, he had been wondering about the effects of the other emotions. Sure some people experience rage and loneliness about everyday, but those are simply dialed back versions of them. People are constantly afraid of letting loose their feelings and allowing their primal emotions out. But they shouldn't suppress these feelings because first of all, it's probably not healthy to hold back, and second, where is the fun in resistance? Ryan never allowed himself to be dominated by his emotions, he was actually a lot more dominative in more aspects then just that. He was more dominative in a relationship which was constantly demonstrated as he tended to get around a lot.
Slowly, Ryan made his way down the hall of the apartment. The decor was pretty good in this place. For once the girl he hooked up with wasn't living in some kind of dump. Sure there was a couple… a ton… a shit ton of places he ended up in that weren't really that beautiful. They were actually shit holes. As he walked down the hall, Ryan draped the black leather jacket over himself just before he snaked his arms into the sleeves. Fitting himself properly in the jacket, he zipped in up, preparing himself for the cooler weather that came with Autumn.
Getting into the elevator, Ryan was faced with two other people standing there. They seemed like pretty hot girls. Attractive and successful as they were dressed well in blazers and skirts. Office job most likely or they were simply going for job interviews. Either way, they were extremely attractive. Stepping into the elevator, Ryan situated himself do that he had a lovely lady on either side of him. A thought did however cross his mind. Stopping the elevator and enjoying some quality time with these girls was tempting, but perhaps another path could be taken. The doors to the elevator closed slowly and the elevator jolted down for a moment. With a smirk plastered on his face, Ryan stumbled over and his hand caught the shoulder of either girl. His index finger moved up slightly as it came into contact with the girls necks.
It only took a split second for the envy and jelousy to sink into their systems. The girls narrowed their eyes at each other as Ryan pressed himself against the wall of the elevator. Almost instantly, the two girls started going at it, insults were flying as they went first for the hair, attempting to tear the others clothing right off their body. This form of envy was raw and powerful as it possessed them to the point where they were prepared to kill each other to be the other one. They envied what the other had and were jealous of the life of the other. They continued to go at each other until finally, one of the woman smashed the other's head repeatedly against the wall of the elevator. She kept smashing her head in even after her blood was smeared on the wall and her body became lifeless. In an instant, what was once a decent person living their average life was just a husk of skin and muscle, vacant of life all together.
The woman's jealous rage subsided as she came to realize exactly what she had done to her friend. Shaking with fear, she stood frozen in her steps as she stared at the empty eyes of the woman she had just killed with her own hands. Dropping to her knees, she allowed the tears to fall from her eyes and streak down her cheeks leaving them moist as she loomed over the dead body which was now leaning against the wall. Ryan kept himself against the wall, he had never witnessed a murder so close usually an event like this would leave a person traumatized. But he seemed oddly fascinated with the idea that he was able to set off the chain of events which led to the death of a woman. He hadn't pulled the trigger, he merely enabled them with the passion to kill for what they wanted. The rest was their decision. All the events that followed his influence was their own fault and the fallout would be tremendous for such an event.
The elevator came to a halt at the lobby and Ryan quickly exited while the woman continued to mourn and reel over the death of a dear friend. As he rushed out the building, Ryan turned onto the sidewalk an fell in line with the rest of the drones that paraded the streets of the city. He bumped into people constantly, but he never reacted, he remained deep in thought. He was enthralled by the event that had just unfolded before his very eyes. A thought soon pulsed through his mind and sparked an idea. If jealousy had such a chaotic effect on those woman, what would a violent outburst result in?
With yet another reasonably sadistic smile spreading across his face, Ryan brushed the back of his hand against that of another man. Rage channeled into the man and entered his blood stream. It quickly took hold of the mans mind and possessed him. He soon became outraged at the woman walking beside him as he shoved her to the ground and toppled several other people in the process. Ryan, along with several others gathered around to see what just was happening here in the middle of the side walk. The man was beating the woman whom he had shoved to the ground. A few people tried to restrain him, but he shoved them off and continued to beat the woman. Perhaps Ryan had taken his experimentation too far it seemed.