Two Cannibals, One House (PRIVATE - JERICHO CREEDY ONLY)

A hideous, gray-skinned mutant steathily moved his way through the house. He looked around the house and saw two rooms with closed doors, one a children's room and the room for the parents. He debated mentally on which group to attack, not knowing to himself that there was a soon-to-be second cannibal to enter the scene and deal with whoever he doesn't get. The Big Bad decided to take the children and made his way into the room. He closed and locked the door behind him and saw that the two kids in the room were a boy and a girl and they were twins. "Oh happy happy joy joy for little ole me. I haven't had twin squishy alamoude in a while. And since they are ickle hatchling squishies, the meat will be nice and tender" he said with an insane clown cackle, making sure to only make it loud enough for the kids to hear. As the kids stirred from their sleep, he launched his tentacles out and bound them, pulling them to him. They let out a pair of screams that were quickly muffled as two tentacles pulled their tongues out. "Now now, can't have you squishies blowing my cover. With ickle Scarface patrolling around and the ickle superbutts in this city growing in number, I have to be very careful" he said as he ate the tongues. He then turned his free tentacles into sawblades and hacked them to bloody pieces. He then started feasting on the remains, cackling insanely with a hint of overflowing joy as he enjoyed his meal.

Jericho sighed and hummed softly under his breath as his fingers expertly worked at the deadbolt on the front door. He had always been good at picking locks, but the gnawing hunger in his stomach only fueled the expertise. Tonight promised to be a good one; His blades were sharp, his mind was clear, and his gut was empty. Good night indeed.

Silently he slipped inside, shutting the front door behind him. The house smelled vaguely of jasmine, and something else. A new smell that rolled down the hallways and stained the air with its pungent stench. Blood. His eyes fuzzed over as he inhaled deeply, the iron scent a more potent drug to the cannibal than anything man-made. Before he could immerse himself too deeply, his addled mind finally worked through the puzzle. Someone else was here, another villain. Someone had already been killed, or seriously wounded, and that boded ill on all accounts. Though he was pretty bad, clashing with another of similar morals never went well for Jericho. He was a feeder, not a fighter, and he tried in vain to get himself to leave.

The sane part of him screamed, shook the mental cage he was bound in, aching to get out of the house, but something stronger held the physical body. To a cannibal, hunger is the most convincing argument, and gingerly, he made his way down the hall toward two doors that no doubt led to bedrooms. Mentally there was turmoil, but he moved ever forward toward what promised to be tasty.The smell of blood and entrails grew thicker and thicker until he could smell nothing but fresh corpses. The need to eat would have to wait; he heard the distinct sounds of something eating, and talking as it did so. He slipped the knuckle claws onto his hands, gripping them tightly and delighting in the squeak of his damp palms on the rubber. On second thought, best to let whatever it was eat, there had to be more food for him to enjoy. I shouldn't have to go hungry, right...?

The door opened with nary a sound, but a woman in the large bed stirred. As he observed the contents, a couple ( no doubt married ) lay in one anothers arms, he smiled; adorable. The door shut with a click, causing the woman to roll over and mutter something. Jericho tip-toed to her bedside, resting his palm gently on her cheek. Her eyes snapped open wide, taking in a sharp breath. ''Shhhh, don't worry... Jericho is here.'' He covered her scream with one hand, the other plunging claws deep into the abdomen of her lover. He convulsed, bled, sputtered, and struggled against the metal that gored him further with each muscular contraction. The wife clawed at his hand, struggling as Jericho pulled her against himself. Her cries were muffled by his chest.

Slowly, almost lovingly, he tore out a chunk of her neck with his teeth. He relished in the way she bleed, throwing bright arcs of red around the room. Jericho chewed thoughtfully, watching the dying mans last movements like a film as the womans struggles became weaker and weaker. Another bite, and he felt his previous worries melt away with every drop of warm blood that splashed on his face, chest, and arms.

Chaos's head snapped up as he heard the soft footsteps of someone entering the home. He narrowed his eyes as he finished his bloody raw meal and listened carefully, morphing his arms into their blade form like usual just in case he had to kill some pathetic ickle superbutt that dared have the nerve to interrupt him in the middle of his fun. The last time someone did that they....wait, they got away that time so that didn't really count. That train of thought quickly made Chaos, in his 50 years of life, temporarily forget where he was as he tried to scour his unstable mind in an attempt to remember the last time he killed a superbutt that interrupted him. Dammit, why is it so hard? He's not that stupid or forgetful, at least in his mind unbalanced mind, which was a completely and utter lie. His current situation snapped him out of his thoughts very painfully like one of Pain's punches to his monstrous face and he remembered what he was thinking about before he went off in unrelated areas of thought process. He sneaked out of the room and went into the occupying room, standing in a fascinated manner as he watched a blonde man eat the two parents. Slowly, a sick, wide grin that seemed to stretch to the back of his head and revealing a large mouth filled with long, serrated, sharp dagger-like teeth that dripped with green saliva. Another cannibal? Oh hello buddy. Finally he had someone that related to him on the level of how good flesh tasted. He thought he was completely alone in that thought process and made him oh so sad-faced, kind of like one of those unhappy emoticons you see on the intertubes or whatever the young kids called their online surfing place. He cleared his throat to get his fellow cannibal's attention and calmly stood there, waiting for the man to react to his presence.

Jericho had just begun to really enjoy his meal when he heard the door open. Through the groggy, blood and flesh filled mist, he managed to look up when a being cleared its throat. Its teeth were what made Jericho nervous, causing him to fall back on his butt and pull the womans corpse with him, like a security blanket as he gnawed on her shoulder. Maybe this was some weird hero come to stop him? No, they were never this quick. Perhaps he was the source of the bloody smell earlier? This idea seemed more likely, but he still hugged the carcass tighter and stared at the intruder.

His legs burned with a want to run, but as he sized up his companion, he realized that would be fruitless. This things potential was one big question mark, and Jericho didn't want to be on the wrong end of those gross green teeth. ''You're not here to take me to the cages, are you...?'' he asked, his voice small and meek. One of his hands went to play with the womans hair, the other slipping metal claws underneath her ribs to unleash another splash of blood. The smell made his eyes roll back; the sound of her intestines flopping out onto the floor a sweet music. Oh how he loved this! ''I don't like the cages.'' he said, clearly preoccupied. ''I can't eat in there. I'd starve away to bones and hair.'' Jericho giggled at the impromptu rhyme. ''Can't eat in there, all bones and hair, search low and search high, just please let me die...''

A glint of amusement came to his ghoullish white eyes as he saw the man land on his butt, the corpse falling on top of him. He easily guessed from years of experience that he was either nervous or terrified by his appearance. After all, Chaos was supposed to be one of the most frightening people on the planet. He was disappointed however, that the fellow cannibal didn't scream but he supposed that was because he wanted to be quiet. He tilted his head to the side as he heard the man ramble on insanely about cages and starving. He snickered childishly for a moment as he grinned psychotically. "Have no fear brother in taste, you won't be landed in jail by yours truly. I hate jail as much as any villain worth their weight in blood and corpses" he said as that impossibly wide grin of his seemed to get even wider, if that were possible. His voice was strange, high-pitched and screeching, sounding like if it laughed, glass would shatter and it was filled with insanity and killing intent. This creature, the Big Bad himself, was obviously not a person to mess around with.