Bits and Pieces: Sick Persona.

Before you guys start reading this piece I'm going to explain to you what this writing is all about because it's gonna get real dark real quick. So basically back in high school, I LOVE coming up with all these original characters (OCs) but never actually spent my time developing them mainly because I was too busy trying to improve my failing ass and performing CPR to my dying grades. I mostly ended up NOT figuring out the back story of my characters and establishing them as well-designed personae, however, at some point in my high school years, I was obsessed over this one original character I've created and actually got his backstory and personality thought out in details. So this piece is a short introduction to my little psychotic cream puff, Raphael Parker, that shows a glimpse of his dark and disturbed behavior to the audience. Enjoy!!  

Breweytown, Philadelphia, United States.

There, stood an intricate dark labyrinth where the nightmares were kept. A vague figure was silhouetted by a dim light. A man, who goes by the name Raphael Parker, was concealed by the murkiness of the room. The dark cerise eyes of his were so focused on clearing a stained scalpel.

“Such beauty….” the bloke murmured. The mesmerising red colour of the thick liquid caught his long time gaze. An odd feeling of euphoria is building deep inside. The sensation slowly manipulated his heart. Wrapping his dysfunctional organ brutally like the way pythons consume their prey. The exhilaration of…..

BANG!!!!

“Raphael! You did it again!” A white-haired lad busted through the door. A scuffle was produced from his dynamic movements. The latter grimaced after witnessing the wicked scenery spread before his pair of cherry eyes. He squinted, sighed consequently. A corpse was nailed onto the wall. His gullet and stomach were wide open. Soft organs were dangling and soaked with blood, dripping. Rather usual to be seen in the mansion. 

“C’est magnifique!” The other man with the dark hair abruptly yelled with a tone of eagerness. His sharp eyes widened, his pale face seemed to glimmer. Nothing could provide him the greatest ecstasy as much as being THE Sauveur!  

“Look brother! Embrace the grandeur of God’s creation, the majestic tour de force!” Raphael backed away and observed the body from quite a distant as if he was an artist levelling his piece of ‘work’.

“At it again huh? Raphael, when will you stop killing these innocent people?” Rudolph shook his head while pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Innocent you say?” The keen expression was quickly eradicated from his fair face. “Tell me, Rudolph. How can rapists, be ‘innocent’.” Both pair of red eyes met.  The bloke with lighter hair looked away and released a heavy sigh.

“What am I going to do with you Raphael? I thought the ersatz bodies I got for you are sufficient to fulfil your sadistic pleasure?” Rudolph placed his hands on his hips, like a mother scolding her child. His younger twin looked at him with a sombre expression. He hesitantly lent his ears to his brother while playing with his bony fingers. 

Rudolph knew.

Everyone in the manor KNEW.

About Raphael’s sick persona.