Mastermind | TRACOB

CHAPTER NINE

Choke On One Another - Death Spells

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syc·o·phan·ticˌsikəˈfan(t)ik/adjectiveadjective: sycophantic

behaving or done in an obsequious way in order to gain advantage.

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Troye pulled up to the unfamiliar house, parking the big black vehicle across the street. He stepped out and slammed the door, a knife held tightly in his hand. He was still formed as the girl, long blonde hair matted with blood and her blue eyes holding a sparkle that had nothing to do with light and love. It was a sparkle that Troye held in his eyes almost always, a smile that was most prominent when he was about to kill. It had been there ever since he was born, it had showed his parents what a monster they had created. It had planted the fear in them, it had shown everyone who dared to challenge him that he was not a force to be messed with. That sparkle in his eye, the little tinge that showed that he had a craving for taking lives, that defined him.

Troye smirked as he walked up to the door, standing on the step for a few moments before rapping on the door. He waited, listening for movement inside. Sure enough, there was footsteps coming towards him, a woman's voice calling 'just a moment!'. Troye ran his bloody hand through the tangled locks, smiling wildly as the door was opened. An attractive young woman smiled back at him for a split second, the welcoming expression disappearing as soon as she realized that she was looking at a bloody, dirty and scratched up version of herself.

"W-wha-"

Troye stayed silent. He kicked the door further open before walking in and slamming it shut, grabbing Kat by her throat. He backed her up through the house, pushing her against a wall. "I got you in trouble," he said, his voice feminine and slightly sing-songy. "The police are currently looking for you. You are their top suspect in a murder case, how does that make you feel?"

Kat just stared back at Troye, her eyes holding sheer fear and her breathing fast.

"There is no way you can get out of it either, that's the best part. Who's gonna believe that something cloned you and smashed a slutty waitresses head in against a bathroom sink?" he chuckled to himself, his eyes flashing gold. "No one would. You can't do anything about it. You work at the station, you know how many people have been coming in with no recollection of doing the crimes they were being charged with. What do they do to them, Katherine? Do they make them cry in court? Watch them shake and cry under the eyes of the judge? Do they throw them right into a mental ward, figuring that they have just lost their minds? After so many deaths, I figured that you would have figured out that it is not your 'murderers' doing the murders."

Troye pulled the knife out of his coat, switching it open. He pressed the point of it up against the woman's throat, pushing it just hard enough to draw blood. He watched the way the crimson liquid slipped down her neck, leaving a glistening trail behind it. "I figured that I would come and save you from that fate." Troye pushed the knife in, pushing the woman to the floor and sitting her against the wall. Blood was starting to trickle from the corner of her mouth as Troye started to shift back to his true form, the disguise slipping away from him and to the floor. "This process is always kinda gross," he said with a laugh, shaking off his bloodied hands. Kat looked at him in shock.

"Yes, I'm the guy who has been fucking your boss. Pretty surprising, hm? It is pretty easy to get information out of him, all you have to do is suck his dick."

Troye crouched down in front of Kat, grabbing the handle of the knife. He pulled it out of her throat, jumping back as spurts of blood sprayed up the front of his shirt. He growled at the fact that she had gotten him more bloody, taking the blade and slashing it across her throat, throwing it down to the floor and grabbing her by the arm. He opened the door that was nearest to them. It just so happened to by the entrance to the basement. Perfect. 

"See ya," he muttered, kicking her body down the stairs. "Ouch," he muttered to himself, watching her fall and then slamming the door. He could hear the distant sound of sirens as he slammed the door shut, the force enough to shake a picture frame off of the wall, sending it to the floor. Glass shattered over the floor, a picture of Kat and an older woman staring back up at the shapeshifter, blood soaking through the edges of the paper. Troye watched it for a moment until the sirens stopped right out side of the door. He laughed, running down the hallway and sitting in a bedroom.

He listened to the sounds of police rushing into the house, the door flying open fast enough that it hit against the wall behind it. A group of people walked through, talking quietly between themselves. "How did this happen?" one man asked, his voice a mixture of shock and horror.

"She left no longer than twenty minutes ago," another said. There was the sound of walking near the basement door, and then someone carefully walked down them. "She's dead," one man called. "Her throat was slit, it doesn't look self inflicted."

Troye giggled quietly to himself, talking in the sounds of his destruction. God, was he good. 

But all good things have to come to an end.

He slowly stood up, walking silently to the door. He opened it and put his hands up, stepping out so that he could be seen. "Hello gentlemen," he said, looking over them. They all stared at his bloodied hands. "Detective Bixenman wouldn't happen to be here, would he?"

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-dylan