Watch out, Colt! Wait, who?

Summer 2021, Week 3

Friday early morning

Bush Hill, Victoria Field

Laslow Karivatz-Briggins

The cool night air was refreshing on Laslow's skin as he makes his way to the Masterson residence. Should be just him and whatever person he picked up. he thought to himself as he makes his way quietly past the front . He pauses as he spots the camera posted at the corner of the porch overhang, angled just enough to cover the porch itself and a bit of the front yard. cautious bugger, aren't we? But an idiot, nonetheless. he grins at his good fortune, continuing to scan the area for other cameras that might alert his presence, also watching and listening for any signs of dogs or other territorial guard animals. Seeing no scat on the lawn, and no other cameras or motion-activated floodlights, he quietly picks the lock to the gate, silently opening it with his gloved fingers and moving out of the camera's view and stalks his way towards the corner of the porch that housed the device with the intent of dismantling it.
Quickly dismantling the camera, he moves back to his car, grabbing a duffel bag from the back seat. Gently closing the car door, pushing it until he could hear the door click, he moves back to the front door with his duffel bag, readying his lock picks once more to quietly make his entrance into the residence. Hearing the sweet sound of the locks pulling back into the door, he slowly turns the knob and pushes, only to find that there was a deadbolt still in the door. Damn. Looks like quiet isn't an option here.

Boogeyman

JUST GO IN. WE. NEED. MOOORE.

Laslow Karivatz-Briggins

Shut up. I'm in control, not you. We do things my way, not yours. We're already way in over our heads with that kid.
Moving around the perimeter of the house, he spots a potential opening; an A/C unit that was mounted in the window, likely to be taken out at the start of fall. Grinning, he quietly balances the unit as he slowly slides the window further open, catching the air conditioner as its support from the window closed on it was removed, the electrical plug releasing from the outlet.
Jackpot
Setting the unit to the side, he climbs into the house through the now unblocked and open window, stalking his way to the front door. Unlocking the door the rest of the way, undoing both the deadbolt and chain that prevented earlier entry, he quietly opens the door and retrieves his bag, setting it in the living room as he takes his time scanning the area, listening for any sounds of life within the house.
Making his way through the kitchen, he notices that the stove and oven is one that uses gas for heat. Good to know. Potential cover-up. Continuing to explore cautiously, he makes his way up the stairs as quietly as possible, trying to step near the edges as to avoid creaking as much as possible. Keeping an ear out, he hears snoring from behind one of the doors. Quietly creeping up to it, he slowly turns the knob and pushes the door open. Inside was his unconscious target: Colt Masterson. Focusing to see if he could find any static that betrayed an evo from a normie, he found a sizable amount of it. His heart begins to race with excitement.

[Type 2, Basic x1, -0EP, 15/15]

A considerable amount of power! Let's see what we've got...

Boogeyman

TAKE

Laslow Karivatz-Briggins

Further focusing on the static, he is surprised to see the man was in fact a pather, not a mimic. His abilities force his target to sense what he wants them to... but is limited to sight and hearing... Suddenly on edge, realizing that this possibly means he walked into a trap.

[Type 2, Normal x1, -3EP, 12/15]

Closing his eyes and focusing on the feel of the floor beneath him, he doesn't sense anything amiss. The hairs on the back of his neck tingle with fear, paranoia filling his mind. Carefully, he stalks his way over to the bed, trying to pay particular attention to the feel of his surroundings rather than sight. Reaching slowly out, he lightly touches Colt's bare shoulder, and is instantly relieved. Taking his glove off, he reaches and ever so gently touches the shoulder again, the power filling his mind with a euphoric feeling.
One. Two. Three. He counts as he focuses on making Colt 'hear' no sound as he rushes down the stairs, making his way back to the kitchen. He opens and searches various cupboards until he finds a cup, filling it with water from the sink. Taking the full cup, he opens the oven and douses the pilot, then turns the oven's dial to 400° F before rushing back upstairs.
Sixty-seven. Sixty-eight. Sixty-nine. Seventy.

[Type 1, Normal x2, -6EP, 9/15]

His rush is stopped only when he takes a glance and a double-take at his reflection in a hallway mirror, his normal visage replaced by a nightmarish shade with tiny points of malice for eyes staring straight back into his.

Boogeyman

I'M. IN CONTROL.

Laslow Karivatz-Briggins

He shakes his head vigorously as if to shake away the visage before him, this apparition of his nightmares. He steels himself and presses on, making his way back to the bedroom and maintaining his control over Colt's perception of sound until he comes to a stop near the bed and catches his breath.
One hundred. One hundred one. One hundred two. maintaining his count, he refocuses his vision to see what else Colt may be hiding, and perhaps test if he can take more than one ability...

[Type 2, Normal x1, -3EP, 9/15]

Minor amount of regenerative capability... To sate his curiosity, he reaches out and ever so slightly touches Colt's shoulder once more, absorbing the regeneration ability, feeling his body suffused with it. Eager to test it, he draws his knife and makes a small cut on the palm of his hand, focusing on the wound he just made to close.
And it worked. Grinning, he watches as his self-inflicted wound heals before his very eyes.

[Type 1, Normal x1, -3EP, 6/15]

Though the fact he needed to concentrate on the regeneration confirmed one thing in Laslow's mind: Masterson was at his mercy. And he didn't have any to spare tonight. A damn shame... I almost want to help him fake his death. he thought before violently plunging his knife deep into his victim's throat. No matter. There will be others like him. he thought as he holds the knife there, occasionally wriggling it back and forth to keep the wound open and bleeding as Colt struggles a moment, then falls limp.

Storyteller

The last image that Colt saw was the nightmarish creature, sinking tendrils of darkness into his throat with pinpoints of malice staring back at him.

Laslow Karivatz-Briggins

Wiping the blood off of his knife on the sheets and putting his glove back on, he thinks to himself A big paycheck is a big paycheck. he takes the middle fingers off with a quick motion of the knife, the requested proof from his employer oddly enough, and makes his exit, ensuring he closes the window that was his entrance, sealing in the natural gas and the additive that smelled of rotten eggs. Just before leaving, he takes out a book of matches, taking one out and striking it, a flash of light permeating the house in a blaze. Not even caring that he lit himself on fire, he pats out the flames and focuses on healing himself as he rushes to his car, starting the engine and making his exit before the authorities showed. Dammit, I lost count at one hundred fifty.

Type

Record, Historical

Medium

Digital Recording, Text

Authoring Date

July 9, 2021

Authors

• Laslow Karivatz-Briggins