Here's a segment of an introductory section that I may turn into an RP, if I get enough steam behind it:
"So, who was he?"
"Nathan Willson. Corporate bigshot. Made alot of people angry. But not this angry."
The body was concealed within a bag. Thank god for small favors.
"What are you saying?"
"Well, if this was your average angry employee, they just would've shot him."
John looked at his partner quizzicly. "So? Maybe it was some psycho."
Andrew shook his head. He looked back at the bodybag, and then at the bloody mess that was the scene of the crime.
Written in the blood of the late Nathan Willson, were the words
'This is the first. We will not hault. We are the holy legions.
WE ARE ANGELS.'
"There's been psychos before who thought they were gods, or angels, or some crap like that." John said, with a shrug.
Andrew stroked the stubble on his chin, then lit up a cigarette. He placed it in his mouth, blew out some smoke, then took it out.
"I dunno, something doesn't seem right about this case."
"It's a murder, Andrew. Murders never feel right."
From a nearby window, a Raven perched. It eyed the two cops with unnerving attentivness.
Against all reason, it spoke, quietly, to itself.
"They have returned."
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Whaddya think?
