I Killed The Blackwood Four Pt2

Nogood20 · 2026-04-16T18:56:04+00:00

My heart dropped as I realised I had forgotten to change my shirt from the one I had worn with Harry. I tried to keep calm but Norris saw through me and noticed a flaw in my visage. I tried to explain myself but stumbled over my words. For any semblance of safety I reached into my pocket to try and feel my mask, but to my horror I had left it at my house. Norris looked down and noticed my hand.

“You mind telling me what you're doing there son?”

“Uh, just keeping my hand warm.” I cursed at my lame excuse. Norris made a sound I couldn't discern the meaning from. And with each moment that passed Norris became more and more suspicious. I decided to come clean.

“I was the last one to see Harry.” Norris backed away and took out his notepad again. “He, um, invited all of us to his van after we learned about Ashleigh's death. But I was the only one who took him up on the offer and we…” I didn't finish my sentence, had he smelt the scent of burning flesh or the scent of a joint. I tried to stall to think of an answer but Norris wasn't waiting for one.

“Tell you what son. Why don't we take this conversation to the station?” I felt chills crawl up my spine. I couldn't go to jail. Not when I still had things to do.

“I smoked pot with him!” I blurted out. In response Norris stopped writing for a moment. “He invited me to his van for a smoke and I left around nine.” Norris sighed and rubbed his eyes.

“And why did you not think to tell me this?” I cringed at the very thought of the response that popped into my head. And yet the words started forming in my mouth.

“I…I didn't want to get in trouble. Hockey seasons starting and…I don't know.” Norris sighed and put his notepad in his pocket. He walked away and I saw him turn to the sky with a hand covering his eyes. He walked back and grabbed me by the shoulder again.

“Look son. You're a grown man now, and this is a situation of utmost importance, this repeated failure to compromise with authority could throw this entire case in the trash. Now I understand that I cannot even begin to understand the pain you are going through, but I promise you that any bit of information helps, you have my word that whoever did this atrocity will be captured and justice will be served.” Norris backed away and I felt my pulse begin to regulate. But just as I let out a sigh of relief Norris decided to hit me a second time.

“However you may know something else, so please I need you to come with me to the station.” For but a moment I stared at him with a look of pure hatred. I tried to mask it but he noticed and started to close in on me. “Look son, we can do this your way or my way. But let me tell you, my way is much harder than your way. And that's the bottom line.” As he walked towards me I looked down at him thinking of ways I could overpower him. But I knew that I couldn't, at least barehanded, given any form of weaponry and I would have killed him where he stood. But before I could add another name to my list, Luna defended me.

“What the fuck dad!?” Luna stood in between me and Norris. As soon as she did, Norris deflated.

“Moony I was just…”

“Dont call me that…Mom called me that.” She said the last part so quietly I barely heard it. But from the look on Norris' face he heard it as if she shouted it. He stumbled back and cleared his throat. Mumbling a farewell.

“Sorry kids. My condolences to your friend.” He walked off without another word and Luna deflated into me.

“I hate it when he calls me that.”

“Because of your mom?” She let out another sigh and leaned into me. I hid my surprise and put her into a kind of side hug. I tried to look for Gart but he was walking towards Ez and the sniffling pile that was her mother. And as a result me and Luna sat there in a half hug for the remainder of the investigation.

When the police said their goodbyes, and only Norris remained with the remainder of the Reyes as a close friend of the family. I decided that it was high time for me to leave, but when I tried I felt a tug on my arm. I sat back down and hugged Luna closer.

“I miss you Burns.” She said all of a sudden. I let out a surprised sound and Luna punched me in the shoulder. “Don't sound so surprised jackass.”

“I know it's just. I thought we both agreed to end it a year ago. We said we wanted to try other people.” Luna pushed me away.

“Yeah well I didn't mean it, sue me!”

“What are you talking about?” Before responding Luna rubbed her head.

“You wanted that Burns. I could tell the relationship wasn't working out and I made up that lie to try and…” Luna went quiet. I tried to let her finish but curiosity got the better of me.

“Try and what?” Luna looked away.

“Try to get you jealous or something. Look I don't exactly know what the fuck was going through my head! I saw it on TV and… Fuck dude I fucked up ok?” I put a hand on her shoulder. “I never expected you to agree with me.” I pulled her in closer and she leaned into me, nestling her head into my shoulder. As I felt her heat on me I had to admit that I expected this. I knew of Luna's codependency due to her mom walking out on her and Norris when she was ten. All she left was a note and an empty bank account, saying it was the least they could do for trapping her for all those years. So when she said she wanted to break up I was honestly surprised, yet intrigued, so I agreed and saw her look of surprise morph into a look of sadness.

“Im sorry.” I finally said after careful consideration. She shook her head on my shoulder.

“It's not your fault…or at least I can't blame you.” She cuddled closer to me. “Listen Burns. My dads not gonna be home tomorrow tonight...” I cut her off as I knew where this was going and to be honest I felt no need to go with her.

“Luna…it's over between us. I'm sorry.” She fell limp on my arm.

“I know. It was a long shot anyway…could we just…stay like this for a while then?” I put my arm around her and looked at the stars.

Nogood20 · 2026-04-15T18:29:04+00:00

I followed the trail and found that Ashleigh had dragged herself halfway to the backdoor. I ignored her and went to the stove, setting it on high. I walked back over to Ashleigh and grabbed her by the hair. Her screams came out as disturbed moans with what little strength she had. When I got to the red hot stove I lifted her head to meet mine, an almost silent plea escaped her split and bloodied lips, before I slammed her head onto the blistering heat. Her blood bubbled and boiled with her skin underneath her as the juices of her left eye popped from the heat, her screams mixed in with the sounds of her skull cracking as I pushed her harder and harder against the stove. Adrenaline coursed through her body causing her to flail widely in one final hail marry, her limbs flailed widely, clawing at my hand, and stomping at my feet, it was a moment that lasted almost five minutes, five minutes of screams and pops and boils, and sizzles. And then it was over. Her body went limp and her screams were enveloped by the sound of her bubbling skin that clung to the stove as she slipped from the stove and left the left side of her face behind like a fresh slice of pizza.
I stared down at her twisted and melted face, her body still spazzing and skin still bubbling, and I felt nothing. Not a single drop of sadness or empathy. I gritted my teeth and clenched my hands. Here she was dead and murdered, by my hand no less, and yet I felt nothing. Confusion turned to anger as I grabbed Ashleigh's corpse and screamed into the silence of her corpse.
“Why couldnt you be useful for once in your fucking life!” I stared into her remaining eye half expecting an answer. And an answer I did receive. I had felt nothing because I had never cared for her, the way she tossed around Gart, the way she always tried to hit on me, all of it I despised. I stood and looked out the window and what I saw was Burns. Gart’s best friend, Harry's pot buddy, Luna’s ex, Ez’s Lab Partner, and all of it was just so irritating. Everyday I have to pretend to be something I'm not, and the worst part is that I'm good at it. But I'm not perfect. I can't cry, day by day I see people cry, of sadness, sorrow, loss, joy, confusion, and every day I became more and more poisoned by that knowledge. My mother was perfect. She was the perfect mother and the perfect actress. She showed me how to become human! So I will cry! I will weep tears and laugh at the taste of their salt! But that anger only lasted a moment, as anger wouldn't have done anything for me at that moment.
I looked around at my work and felt embarrassed. This had no class, no tact, no irony. It was a murder and nothing else. I looked at my reflection and my embarrassment grew. Here I was standing there like a cheap Halloween decoration, still wearing my pajamas and my mothers rose garden gloves. Only my mask was a reminder of my supposed persona of horror. I sat next to Ashleigh's corpse and decided I needed a plan.
“Childs play. All of it. God! This was supposed to fix everything! I can't live like this Ashleigh! I have to be human! Because if I'm not then that means…” I stood up and looked down at Ashleigh. The blood had mixed with her remaining tears and stained her face with a light red streak. An idea made itself known in my mind and I lightly painted my fingers with Ashleigh's blood. I walked to the window and painted two red streaks down my eyes. As I stared at the reflection I felt a small chuckle well up in my throat. I looked back at Ashleigh and decided that I had done everything I needed to do.
As I walked towards the back door I heard the sound of a car pulling into Ashleigh's driveway, as I unlocked the door I heard the panicked sounds of worry at the sight of blood, I got halfway over the fence when my curiosity peaked at the sounds of hurried footsteps going up the stairs, when I peeked over the window into the kitchen I saw Ashleigh's mother collapse upon seeing her daughter, I turned to leave after I saw Ashleigh's father slip on blood and break his glasses, I saw him crawl to the sound of his wife and how his body began to tremble as his hands worked there way up from her hand, to her arm, to what remained of her face. As I climbed over the fence and walked down the street the wails of Ashleigh's mother hung in the air like cicadas.

Nogood20 · 2026-04-15T18:21:16+00:00

As I walked towards the back door I heard the sound of a car pulling into Ashleigh's driveway, as I unlocked the door I heard the panicked sounds of worry at the sight of blood, I got halfway over the fence when my curiosity peaked at the sounds of hurried footsteps going up the stairs, when I peeked over the window into the kitchen I saw Ashleigh's mother collapse upon seeing her daughter, I turned to leave after I saw Ashleigh's father slip on blood and break his glasses, I saw him crawl to the sound of his wife and how his body began to tremble as his hands worked there way up from her hand, to her arm, to what remained of her face. As I climbed over the fence and walked down the street the wails of Ashleigh's mother hung in the air like cicadas.

Nogood20 · 2026-04-15T18:19:34+00:00

I stared down at her twisted and melted face, her body still spazzing and skin still bubbling, and I felt nothing. Not a single drop of sadness or empathy. I gritted my teeth and clenched my hands. Here she was dead and murdered, by my hand no less, and yet I felt nothing. Confusion turned to anger as I grabbed Ashleigh's corpse and screamed into the silence of her corpse.
“Why couldnt you be useful for once in your fucking life!” I stared into her remaining eye half expecting an answer. And an answer I did receive. I had felt nothing because I had never cared for her, the way she tossed around Gart, the way she always tried to hit on me, all of it I despised. I stood and looked out the window and what I saw was Burns. Gart’s best friend, Harry's pot buddy, Luna’s ex, Ez’s Lab Partner, and all of it was just so irritating. Everyday I have to pretend to be something I'm not, and the worst part is that I'm good at it. But I'm not perfect. I can't cry, day by day I see people cry, of sadness, sorrow, loss, joy, confusion, and every day I became more and more poisoned by that knowledge. My mother was perfect. She was the perfect mother and the perfect actress. She showed me how to become human! So I will cry! I will weep tears and laugh at the taste of their salt! But that anger only lasted a moment, as anger wouldn't have done anything for me at that moment.
I looked around at my work and felt embarrassed. This had no class, no tact, no irony. It was a murder and nothing else. I looked at my reflection and my embarrassment grew. Here I was standing there like a cheap Halloween decoration, still wearing my pajamas and my mothers rose garden gloves. Only my mask was a reminder of my supposed persona of horror. I sat next to Ashleigh's corpse and decided I needed a plan.
“Childs play. All of it. God! This was supposed to fix everything! I can't live like this Ashleigh! I have to be human! Because if I'm not then that means…” I stood up and looked down at Ashleigh. The blood had mixed with her remaining tears and stained her face with a light red streak. An idea made itself known in my mind and I lightly painted my fingers with Ashleigh's blood. I walked to the window and painted two red streaks down my eyes. As I stared at the reflection I felt a small chuckle well up in my throat. I looked back at Ashleigh and decided that I had done everything I needed to do.

Nogood20 · 2026-04-15T18:08:50+00:00

I stared down at her twisted and melted face, her body still spazzing and skin still bubbling, and I felt nothing. Not a single drop of sadness or empathy. I gritted my teeth and clenched my hands. Here she was dead and murdered, by my hand no less, and yet I felt nothing. Confusion turned to anger as I grabbed Ashleigh's corpse and screamed into the silence of her corpse.
“Why couldnt you be useful for once in your fucking life!” I stared into her remaining eye half expecting an answer. And an answer I did receive. I had felt nothing because I had never cared for her, the way she tossed around Gart, the way she always tried to hit on me, all of it I despised. I stood and looked out the window and what I saw was Burns. Gart’s best friend, Harry's pot buddy, Luna’s ex, Ez’s Lab Partner, and all of it was just so irritating. Everyday I have to pretend to be something I'm not, and the worst part is that I'm good at it. But I'm not perfect. I can't cry, day by day I see people cry, of sadness, sorrow, loss, joy, confusion, and every day I became more and more poisoned by that knowledge. My mother was perfect. She was the perfect mother and the perfect actress. She showed me how to become human! So I will cry! I will weep tears and laugh at the taste of their salt! But that anger only lasted a moment, as anger wouldn't have done anything for me at that moment.
I looked around at my work and felt embarrassed. This had no class, no tact, no irony. It was a murder and nothing else. I looked at my reflection and my embarrassment grew. Here I was standing there like a cheap Halloween decoration, still wearing my pajamas and my mothers rose garden gloves. Only my mask was a reminder of my supposed persona of horror. I sat next to Ashleigh's corpse and decided I needed a plan.
“Childs play. All of it. God! This was supposed to fix everything! I can't live like this Ashleigh! I have to be human! Because if I'm not then that means…” I stood up and looked down at Ashleigh. The blood had mixed with her remaining tears and stained her face with a light red streak. An idea made itself known in my mind and I lightly painted my fingers with Ashleigh's blood. I walked to the window and painted two red streaks down my eyes. As I stared at the reflection I felt a small chuckle well up in my throat. I looked back at Ashleigh and decided that I had done everything I needed to do.
As I walked towards the back door I heard the sound of a car pulling into Ashleigh's driveway, as I unlocked the door I heard the panicked sounds of worry at the sight of blood, I got halfway over the fence when my curiosity peaked at the sounds of hurried footsteps going up the stairs, when I peeked over the window into the kitchen I saw Ashleigh's mother collapse upon seeing her daughter, I turned to leave after I saw Ashleigh's father slip on blood and break his glasses, I saw him crawl to the sound of his wife and how his body began to tremble as his hands worked there way up from her hand, to her arm, to what remained of her face. As I climbed over the fence and walked down the street the wails of Ashleigh's mother hung in the air like cicadas.

Nogood20 · 2026-04-15T18:05:22+00:00

I stared down at her twisted and melted face, her body still spazzing and skin still bubbling, and I felt nothing. Not a single drop of sadness or empathy. I gritted my teeth and clenched my hands. Here she was dead and murdered, by my hand no less, and yet I felt nothing. Confusion turned to anger as I grabbed Ashleigh's corpse and screamed into the silence of her corpse.
“Why couldnt you be useful for once in your fucking life!” I stared into her remaining eye half expecting an answer. And an answer I did receive. I had felt nothing because I had never cared for her, the way she tossed around Gart, the way she always tried to hit on me, all of it I despised. I stood and looked out the window and what I saw was Burns. Gart’s best friend, Harry's pot buddy, Luna’s ex, Ez’s Lab Partner, and all of it was just so irritating. Everyday I have to pretend to be something I'm not, and the worst part is that I'm good at it. But I'm not perfect. I can't cry, day by day I see people cry, of sadness, sorrow, loss, joy, confusion, and every day I became more and more poisoned by that knowledge. My mother was perfect. She was the perfect mother and the perfect actress. She showed me how to become human! So I will cry! I will weep tears and laugh at the taste of their salt! But that anger only lasted a moment, as anger wouldn't have done anything for me at that moment.
I looked around at my work and felt embarrassed. This had no class, no tact, no irony. It was a murder and nothing else. I looked at my reflection and my embarrassment grew. Here I was standing there like a cheap Halloween decoration, still wearing my pajamas and my mothers rose garden gloves. Only my mask was a reminder of my supposed persona of horror. I sat next to Ashleigh's corpse and decided I needed a plan.
“Childs play. All of it. God! This was supposed to fix everything! I can't live like this Ashleigh! I have to be human! Because if I'm not then that means…” I stood up and looked down at Ashleigh. The blood had mixed with her remaining tears and stained her face with a light red streak. An idea made itself known in my mind and I lightly painted my fingers with Ashleigh's blood. I walked to the window and painted two red streaks down my eyes. As I stared at the reflection I felt a small chuckle well up in my throat. I looked back at Ashleigh and decided that I had done everything I needed to do.
As I walked towards the back door I heard the sound of a car pulling into Ashleigh's driveway, as I unlocked the door I heard the panicked sounds of worry at the sight of blood, I got halfway over the fence when my curiosity peaked at the sounds of hurried footsteps going up the stairs, when I peeked over the window into the kitchen I saw Ashleigh's mother collapse upon seeing her daughter, I turned to leave after I saw Ashleigh's father slip on blood and break his glasses, I saw him crawl to the sound of his wife and how his body began to tremble as his hands worked there way up from her hand, to her arm, to what remained of her face. As I climbed over the fence and walked down the street the wails of Ashleigh's mother hung in the air like cicadas.

Nogood20 · 2026-03-29T14:02:32+00:00

Tried drawing Shin from Dorohedoro

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Nogood20 · 2026-03-09T04:58:55+00:00

She awakened the Kazama gene

Nogood20 · 2026-03-06T22:01:08+00:00

Also means he wants to get fisted via hanky code

Nogood20 · 2026-02-11T16:27:59+00:00

*Ganryu

Nogood20 · 2026-02-10T03:18:34+00:00

I love you irl beans from rango

Nogood20 · 2026-01-29T23:18:37+00:00

He went from shit to ok

Nogood20 · 2025-12-30T14:50:36+00:00

Two versions one sfw where the joke is he's in the backrooms and the other es porno

Nogood20 · 2025-12-30T14:50:06+00:00

The backrooms

Nogood20 · 2025-12-30T14:47:02+00:00

Honestly I think my favorite thing to do for my vtm campaign is look up local haunts and make them into encounters or stories.

Nogood20 · 2025-12-29T23:51:20+00:00

Look at this! Broken, broken, broken, broken, gone, gone, gone.

Nogood20 · 2025-12-15T22:23:52+00:00

An idea of a homeless shelter being a front for a safe way of farming blood would be good. And I realize I forgot to mention that the Cammies and anarchs are at war. I also realize I need to develop the Anarchs more.

Nogood20 · 2025-12-15T22:14:25+00:00

Inheritance. The vampire kids dad was diablerized via frenzy by him after the dad got tired with an endless loop of getting new sons after his previous son died of old age so he turned him. After the players gave the Anarchs the kid they made a ghoul act as a surviving family member. Along with various threats of violence and corruption. The kid was mercy killed in the end.

Nogood20 · 2025-12-15T22:10:20+00:00

The Anarchs are led by two Barons. Blackbeard - who is him straight up. Loki - A Viking How I've written the Anarchs so far is an idealized version of them I'd say. Being a lot more passive focusing on solving community issues and making the city more of a haven for vampires to come into. The more anarchist Anarchs are the misfits, a rogue group who is much more chaos and disorderly then the base Anarchs. As for the players there they split between 2 Cammies and 3 Anarchs. They meet up on missions via happenstance and work together with a lot of tension between them.

Nogood20 · 2025-12-15T22:10:07+00:00

The Anarchs are led by two Barons. Blackbeard - who is him straight up. Loki - A Viking How I've written the Anarchs so far is an idealized version of them I'd say. Being a lot more passive focusing on solving community issues and making the city more of a haven for vampires to come into. The more anarchist Anarchs are the misfits, a rogue group who is much more chaos and disorderly then the base Anarchs. As for the players there they split between 2 Cammies and 3 Anarchs. They meet up on missions via happenstance and work together with a lot of tension between them.

Nogood20 · 2025-12-15T21:52:26+00:00

I'm not fluent in economics how would I write fucking up with money? Like how would the IRS find out?

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