Omen hummed quietly to herself as she broke off the dead man's wrist. She nibbled quietly on the arm, allowing her music to play. She had her raven black ipod in her pocket, the song that was playing as 'Opheliac.' She closed her eye for a moment as she listened to the woman singing. It seemed to true on so many levels. She grimaced slightly as she opened her one eye. She was wearing her gothic lolita attire-refer to the profile "special occasion" link/pic for visual being I suck at describing that thing Dx-
Her single eye looked down at the dead man for a moment before taking a large bite out of his hand and chewed slowly. The crunchiness she could live without, but not matter. She didn't have dinner tonight, just so she could feed on her prey here....
Raul needed to clear his head, and so he'd been aimlessly walking around for some time. His jaw was bruised and the cut on the bridge of his nose was still pretty tender from his brawl with Leear in the gym. Fucking FBI... thought he owned the place. Looking down at his knuckles, he frowned at the bruises located there also: they didn't look good for him when he was around high-class people, but whatever, it just meant he was doing his work. He prodded at his cheekbone for a moment to check if it was still painful, and to no surprise, it was, causing him to flinch for a moment. He'd get that cop back one day... maybe even kill him if he got the right circumstances.
Turning the corner, he looked over his shoulder. It was quiet... barely anybody about. When he came back to looking ahead of him, he was shocked by what he saw. "What the fuck!" he spat, his eyes widening at the sight. Was that... was that a person eating another person?! Even for the sights he'd seen, this was pretty messed up. Bringing a hand to his mouth, he felt as though he would throw up, but he managed to hold it back enough to say. "... don't you fucking move...". This got to him... maybe enough to say he was a little scared - this was something he didn't know how to handle.
"You know the games I play and the words I say when I want me own way...." Omen muttered under her breath as she gulped down one of the fingers. Omen had her back towards the man and casually tossed the hand behind her. Two of its fingers were missing and it had a large bite mark on the right side of it, the thumb seeming to on the opposite side was hanging on by mere threads.
Omen shut off her music, seemed to be satiated. This was when she noticed that another one was here. She smirked slightly as leaned down and clamped her mouth on the side of the dead man's right arm and shook her head feverishly from side to side as though she was a dog and heard that rather sickening 'poping' sound. She smiled as she looked over at the man, her mouth still attached to the dead man's arm that was now slowly leaking blood from where it popped out of the shoulder joint.
Raul had to take a step to the side to dodge the incoming hand, and after that, enough was enough. The Spaniard was completely confused, sickened and enraged by the scene in front of him. How was someone like this allowed to be on the streets... a cannibal? Here she was, munching away on a body like it was cool. Fuck that, he wasn't going to stand for this. Taking a few cautious steps toward her, he cleared his throat and stumbled over what to say. "I said don't move" he ordered, narrowing his eyes at her "What the fuck do you think you're doing....?". It was obvious what she was doing, he wasn't that stupid, but what he meant, was why she thought she could get away with it.
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Omen spat the arm to the side as well with a little bit of blood on the second bit. She simply sat there and lifted an eyebrow at the boy. "You seem rather skittish....." She simply said. Omen's voice was about two octaves lower then it normally was though. Her voice sounded like a low tenor males'. Then again, her attire could say she went either way as male or female.
"I'm having my dinne, what the fuck do you think?" Omen stated rather matter-of-factly, almost in a smartass voice as she picked up the arm again and bit down onto the hand of the arm. She retorted the arm away, causing the hand to quite literally pop off of the arm as she began to nibble once again on the dead man's hand.
"I'm sorry if I don't seem fine with you EATING someone" he replied, nudging some of the remains with his shoe" And Don't get fucking smart with me". He found it pretty sickening that she was acting this way as if it was normal, and wondered if he would be doing the world a favour by putting her into a permanent slumber via a quick bullet to the back of the head. "I don't like talking to someone while they eat... how about you stop what you're doing for a moment?". For now, he was going to try and be civil... even if he was dealing with a maniac. Raul at least wanted her to stop eating, it was way beyond disturbing, so he could try to figure out who the fuck she was.
Omen couldn't help but let out a low chuckle of pure amusement after she gulped down a litttle bit of the dead man's hand. She casually tossed the hand and arm beyond her and simply turned herself so that she was completely facing him. She had a head attached to her belt by the head's hair on the right side of her belt. She looked at him with her one eye. She wasn't truly blind in the patched eye, but no one had the balls to grab the patch off of her other eye.
"What is it that you'd like to know?" She asked rather casually as she propped up one of her legs and leaned slightly on the propped up knee. She quietly hummed a rather macabre melody as she waited for him to speak, an emotionless look on her.
Raul was a little wary, from her attitude at first, he was sure it wasn't going to be so easy to get some information. He considered maybe using some force if he had to... this wasn't some regular girl, she fucking ate human people, there was obviously some screws loose in her head. "A few things..." he started, folding his arms across his chest and narrowing his eyes slightly " and depending on how you answer, determines whether I kill you or not... comprende?". He paced slowly back and forth, almost prowling as he mused over the situation a little " Number one... who the hell are you?".
Omen couldn't help but let a devilish smile cross her lips as she watched the man with her single left eye. Her right eye remained closed behind the patch. there was no point to open it. Darkness was the only thing for the patch to see, the fabric was so thick. No light showed through, and thus in a sense, she "really" was half blind at the moment.
"My name is Omen" Her voice had dropped about one more octave. There was a sense of eeriness to her voice. It almost sounded as though a demon of hell spoke through her. Her single eye fell to his hands for a moment. He had barely any nails. Well there was one thing she head. Her eye then traveled once more up to his face. It paused briefly at the neck, but it wasn't enough time to show. She felt as though she was the prey amongst the wolf at the moment, by the way he paced....
Omen. What kind of name was that? Raul thought when he heard the name spill from her lips. She really was a weird one - the way she spoke, her attire, that unnerving eye patch that put focus on her one intense eye. Give Raul a mafioso to deal with any day over this freak, that was for sure. "Ok... Omen." he started again, pausing his prowl to look at her directly, nudging a part of the corpse with the toe of his shoe again " This son of a bitch...couldn't you have... eaten him somewhere NOT in plain view?".
By now, he had gotten over the fact that she was a cannibal - he was aware that they existed, he just hadn't expected to see one first hand...EVER. " Now number two" Raul started to speak once more, his arms still defensively folded across his chest "did you kill this man yourself?". Raul couldn't be sure if this was just some weirdo feeding off a hit-victim, or a crazy killer. If it was the latter, he would have to be a lot more cautious than he already was.
Omen shrugged. A wicked smile crossed her lips. "Hey, when there's free food, there's free food. Never question the great Kami above when he hands you free food" She said with a playful wink. Kami was another word for God. Omen's hand began to move towards one of the ripped off arms, but she stopped herself and simply let that hand rest on her knee. Her wolven looking nails dug slightly beneath the skin though, due to agitation that her food was being put off.
"Some of them i butchered, others were already dead...." Omen said lightly. Butcher seemed a better suiting word at the moment. Murderer was just too boring, well from Omen's point of view at least. When someone said murderer, people typically think gun shots, knifes, etc....Yet when one said butcher, the image of slaughter houses and just more gruesome in general. Being omen's ways of killing were often viewed as.......barbaric slaughter houses and being a butcher just fitted what she did better then plain old murderer.
Raul's temper was slowly creeping up on him, and he had to take a moment to bite his tongue. But eventually his words had to come out, and they did " If you want free food, try the fucking McDonald's dumpster" he spat, flexing his fingers to keep them occupied as to not reach for his gun to end this bitch "... and you better hope I didn't know any of these people". Raul took his chances and looked away from Omen to glance at the remains, trying to identify if he was connected to her victims in anyway. But he was too agitated to look for long enough and ended up losing to his darker side.
She may have 'butchered' these people, but nobody could withstand a well-placed bullet to the head. Snatching his gun from his waistband, he lunged his spare hand for her throat. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't bury you right here, right now" he growled through gritted teeth, a pretty low and raged growl at that. If he succeeded in the lunge, he would try to back her up against a wall and taunt her with the cold metal kiss of the gun's barrel to the underside of her chin.
A low, darkly amused chuckle escaped from Omen's lips. She saw him go for her hand. Thank god she was so used to having the patch over her eye, depth perception was no longer a difficulty for her. She grabbed his wrist with her left hand. Her nails began to sink into his flesh as she began to force his hand completely parallel with his arm(aka the back of the hand would be touching the arm).
"I can end your life just as quickly" She said rather smoothly, despite the fact she had a threat to put a bullet in her skull. Omen wasn't phased by death, as most people would be. Hell, some dumbasses "claimed" her dead and what do ya know? She came "back" just when they decided to try and cut her open. Omen's single eye wandered along his body for a moment. She wasn't checking him out of anything, just merely looking for the closest vital she could pierce.
If he wasn't in some pain, Raul would have been impressed by her reflexes. The way she snatched his incoming hand was pretty skillful, but also stupid. He was just going to threaten her a little, but now she'd turned it into something more than that - something that would have to involve pain. Freak... as much as Raul didn't want to give her what she wanted, the thought of the bones in his wrist snapping made him act. With the gun in his other hand, he put it straight to the wrist of the arm she used to grab him with and pulled the trigger. Straight through the tendons and nerves, enough to let him pull his hand free.
"Chingate!" he snapped, jumping back out of reach of the psycho, reading to unload another bullet if he had to " don't be so sure". Forcing his wrist back into place with a crack, he shook his head and took in a deep breath. Maybe this was a sick nightmare, maybe Leear really put him out for the count back in the gym and this was all a hallucination. The pain had been all too real for that, though. "Now, I still need a reason... you're time is running out". Now he was a few paces back, and holding a gun, things were slightly more in his favour, and all it would take was one sudden move for him to pull the trigger.
Omen's eyebrows rose, seeing him pull the gun. She was already in the motion of letting go his hand as she heard the familiar 'click' sound a trigger made when it was pulled. The bullet went straight through her arm, but it somehow didn't get lodged in her bone. "My, my....." She muttered deeply amused as she slowly lifted her arm, watching the sweet crimson begin to leak out of her arm.
She smiled darkly as she let her tongue hang out her mouth, allowing the blood to leak onto her mouth. She brought the wound to her mouth and began to drink the blood, knowing it would help save blood, help clog the blood, as well as getting a nice "refreshment" drink. She couldn't help but let out an almost cat-like pleasure sound. It wasn't quite a moan though, though it sounded almost like a purr as she slowly dropped her arm. Her lips now being stained crimson red.