Random things I Dont Know

Story One (WIP)

The dark haired male stood beside the green truck that he had driven to the bar, fumbling with the extra key. Vlad Shereshevskii grunted and brushed some black hair away from his rain-grey orbs. His eyes had dark rings under them, due to a smoking habit and lack of sleep. Despite the rings, he had ghostly pale skin. The Russian wore some ripped blue jeans, a worn black t-shirt, and black combat boots. He opened the truck door and sat down in the driver’s side, placing his hands on the steering wheel. He didn’t bother to turn the key in the ignition.

“Eh, Magnus, get up here.” Vlad grunted and added, “Were going somewhere.” From behind his seat, a bouncy Dane grinned and crawled into the passenger seat. The blonde known as Magnus Chirikof was more childish and immature, though he had excellent skills with his hands. “Like where?” The asked younger one asked happily. “Don’t worry about it, will you?” The taller one grunted and sat upright. The other sighed and nodded.

Magnus had bright, almost white, blonde hair that was bleached from water and the sun. The Dane had freckles galore and was missing a tooth. A front tooth, to be exact. He wore a baggy gray sweater, a pair of black sweatpants, and white converse high top sneakers. His red eyes, the color of a pool of deep blood, shone when he spoke. His appearance was the same as he appeared; childish. But under that pale skin and baggy sweater was something way deeper. Though he would never tell anyone. Magnus was a bit more eccentric than his partner, Vlad.

“We are heading to Fresno, got it?” The black-haired male said in his usual gruff voice. The other nodded quickly. “But first, we go in here. See if there is anyone worth our time.” Magnus nodded. “But where is London?” Vlad facepalmed. “Oh yeah. Him.”

After a few minutes that felt like hours, the Englishman pulled up in his own dark truck. London Wescott rolled down one of the tinted windows. “Are you ready or not?” He asked through a British accent. “Well, we were waiting on you.” Vlad replied, slightly annoyed. He already had his truck window down. “Magnus, lets go.” He grumbled, stepping out of the truck quickly. The blonde stepped out quickly, following the Russian like a puppy.

London had a thick British accent. He had brunette hair and emerald green eyes that could seduce anyone. His skin was tan and clear as day, freckles nowhere to be spotted. His shirt was a simple white button-up with a loose collar. The Englishman wore black dress pants with some black dress shoes to match.

“You look like you’re going to some church.” Vlad scoffed and brushed himself off. London huffed, “And you wanted me to catch some eyes, yeah?” The Dane had an amused look. “Are you two just going to stand here and argue or what?” He pulled on the Russian’s sleeve. “Let’s go.” Magnus said, grabbing London as well. He dragged them down the parking lot, ignoring their protests and grumbles.
They arrived inside quickly. The three hung around the dark corner where the light had went out. No one ever came over there, so it was the perfect spot for the three of them. Vlad glanced over to the Englishman, who was currently sipping half-a-pint of beer. He then scanned the bar and found his target; A slim girl in a pair of light jeans. Her hair was straight and a reddish-orange. She wore a pink blouse, about the age of 22. A good target. London noticed as his Russian partner nodded over to her. He nodded in return and slipped over, setting the beer on a table.

“‘Ello, m'lady.” He greeted the female. She looked at him with a pristine smile. “Hello there!” The orange-red haired girl chirped. She put her drink down on the table beside her and talked with the brit. Eventually, the brunette slipped a sleeping pill in the girl's drink. He had gathered some info. Her name was Sasha Hembask. She was single, 20, and a complete idiot. She agreed to come home with London. He gave her the fake name of Jackson Burnett. He lead the girl to his truck and let her in. Vlad followed them a few minutes later with Magnus.

Eventually, London arrived at the forest. He had convinced her to go for a walk with him. Sasha agreed and held his hand with fear of what was lurking within the woods. Magnus crawled out from the truck silently, shoeless. The Male pulled out a small bottle of sleeping oils. He pulled a dust mask over his mouth and nose, rubbing the oils around the palm of his hand.

Magnus slithered behind the frail girl without a sound. He violently placed his hand over her mouth and nose She tried to scream, but it was muffled by the small but strong hand over her face. Her eyes held a look of pure terror. Sasha eventually went limp in the Dane's arms, caught in a heavy sleep. He dropped the sleeping form and kicked her body multiple times, causing some bruises. Vlad came over and looked at the blonde, then to the girl. “Goddamnit, Magnus. We were going to make it look like a drug overdose, but now she has bruises.” He huffed.

The Russian picked up her sleeping body with a grunt. "You absolute bastard!" He groaned. Vlad wasn't very happy about what his partner had did, but there wasn't any fixing it now. He dropped the female again. "We need to make her unrecognizable." The male grunted. He crouched down and extended a knife to Magnus. The Dane gladly accepted it. "Make her different."

A twisted, evil grin came Magnus' face as he grabbed the knife in two hands. Before anyone could stop him, he crashed the weapon down and into her chest, stabbing the female. Sasha jolted as the knife came in contact with her still living form. Magnus pulled the knife out and stabbed again. Blood stained his sweater as it came back up. He twisted the knife deeper, moving up to her face. The male stabbed and destroyed her body until she was nothing but a thing. She didn't even look human anymore. She was dead.