Mr.Pumpkin Says Hello (RomoxOwen)
The laughter of children lingered outside on the streets, happily greeting strangers in hope of getting candy for their efforts. Dressed in an array of costumes, people were out and about enjoying the autumn air and festivities about. Even with all of the happiness around, a daunting feeling of uneasiness lingered in the air of small town. It wasn't because of the decorations that had given the spooky feeling, but many people had started turning up headless lately. Of course, the information wasn't being released to the public as dead, therefore many people were simply reported missing. Many more reports were hoped to be placed tonight.
A tall dark figure stood in the middle of a living room of an unfurnished abandoned household. The only one standing in the room stood at a height of six feet and three inches and casted a long shadow against the moonlit wall. The windows had long been broken and glass had laid on the floor with dark red blood splattered slightly on them. Laid out on ther floor were the two bodies of a middle aged man and a middle aged woman. Their bodies were sprawled out on the floor, dropped where they had stood once before the breath of life was taken from them. Blood was still spilling out of their necks onto the dirty hardwood floor. The woman's head was in the hands of the man who had commited such a gruesome act. Holding the head out to better examine it in the light from the moon, he felt it almost as a prize. Her face was simply beautiful and was still fresh as if she was meerly sleeping.
The man holding her head was actually quite human. He wore a black suit, a white dress shirt, a red tie and simple black leather gloves. The only thing off about this man was that where his head should have been layed a large pumpkin. Normally, people would just think of it as a costume but this man was not out looking for candy. He was looking for something far more precious then anything you could buy from a store. The pumpkin headed man, just as his head had ensure, was smiling at his new posession. Placing an odd object to cover where he had sliced her head off, He stopped the bleeding and bent down to open a simple black duffle bag that was away from the blood. Unzipping the bag, he placed the womans head next to a man's head in the same manner and zipped the bag back up.
Placing a wire into a pocket of the bag, Mr. Pumpkin stood up and took a look at the bodies. Reaching down, he took both of their wedding rings and slipped the duffle onto his shoulder. His eyes were a particular orange that seemed to have swirls in them and were definetly not those of this world. His eyes peered out of two slanted eye holes and a constant smile was carved into the pumpkin head. His suit now had lightly splattered blood on it and his gloves had been wiped clean from blood. Turning on his heel, the tall pumpkin headed murderer simply walked out from the house as if nothing had happened and continued on his way down the street.
A tall dark figure stood in the middle of a living room of an unfurnished abandoned household. The only one standing in the room stood at a height of six feet and three inches and casted a long shadow against the moonlit wall. The windows had long been broken and glass had laid on the floor with dark red blood splattered slightly on them. Laid out on ther floor were the two bodies of a middle aged man and a middle aged woman. Their bodies were sprawled out on the floor, dropped where they had stood once before the breath of life was taken from them. Blood was still spilling out of their necks onto the dirty hardwood floor. The woman's head was in the hands of the man who had commited such a gruesome act. Holding the head out to better examine it in the light from the moon, he felt it almost as a prize. Her face was simply beautiful and was still fresh as if she was meerly sleeping.
The man holding her head was actually quite human. He wore a black suit, a white dress shirt, a red tie and simple black leather gloves. The only thing off about this man was that where his head should have been layed a large pumpkin. Normally, people would just think of it as a costume but this man was not out looking for candy. He was looking for something far more precious then anything you could buy from a store. The pumpkin headed man, just as his head had ensure, was smiling at his new posession. Placing an odd object to cover where he had sliced her head off, He stopped the bleeding and bent down to open a simple black duffle bag that was away from the blood. Unzipping the bag, he placed the womans head next to a man's head in the same manner and zipped the bag back up.
Placing a wire into a pocket of the bag, Mr. Pumpkin stood up and took a look at the bodies. Reaching down, he took both of their wedding rings and slipped the duffle onto his shoulder. His eyes were a particular orange that seemed to have swirls in them and were definetly not those of this world. His eyes peered out of two slanted eye holes and a constant smile was carved into the pumpkin head. His suit now had lightly splattered blood on it and his gloves had been wiped clean from blood. Turning on his heel, the tall pumpkin headed murderer simply walked out from the house as if nothing had happened and continued on his way down the street.
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Owen if you didn't know.
Parties weren't exactly Owen's thing, even if they involved one of his favorite holidays. Still, when he had been given an invitation by one of his classmates, he didn't want to disappoint and say no, so had ended up going. After a couple hours of standing there and not really talking to anyone though he gave up and left, not even really caring that no one seemed to notice when he did.
And now? He didn't want to head home early; he didn't want his parents to think that he was having issues with people his age again. Considering he wasn't exactly the most extroverted of teenagers, it was only natural, or so he figured, that his parents grew worried if he did things like come home quite early from a party. So there he was, sitting on a pair of swings in a small park by his house, just watching the little trick-or-treaters go from door to door as fast as their costumes would allow. True, sitting there in his pumpkin costume- he did so like pumpkins- was somewhat tricky, but he sat there anyway, a blob with protruding legs, arms, and a head, much like an orange turtle.
Upon reaching the park he had removed the green 'stem' from his head, his arms wrapped safely around the iron chains that held his seat in place. What was the point of wearing it now that he wasn't at the party and was too old to go door to door? No, Owen had taken it off to fix his hair, which was blond and quite short, but not short enough to stay out of his eyes. Luckily it was quite rare when it actually poked him in the eyes, given that he wore his glasses pretty much all the time, save when he slept. They were fairly simple, just a silver bridge that held two quite clean pieces of glass in front of his eyes, but they suited him well enough. His father had always told him that he'd paid for laser eye surgery once he had turned eighteen, given that such was the legal age for such a procedure. It was a tempting offer, to be certain, but he could wait easily enough. After all, he had only recently turned seventeen.
Perhaps that was why he liked Halloween so much, because his birthday had just passed recently. Really though, Owen really did enjoy the costumes. That might have been why, when a man with a pumpkin for a head and a bloody suit walked by carrying a duffel bag, he spoke up. Then again, it might have proved to be karma as well. "I like your suit," the blond called somewhat timidly, projecting his voice loud enough that the other could hear him from where he walked; a good ten feet of sandy ground separated them, after all. Most play parks had sand for the kids to play in, really. From behind his glasses he peered with dark blue eyes at the stranger, wondering if perhaps it was a neighbor that he knew under such a costume. Then again, he had no idea it was really the man who had just murdered his parents.
There wasn't much to the tall man. There was nothing much to his attire compared to the other costumes that others were wearing around him. In fact, the man hadn't even expected to be complimented on his so called costume. There was nothing special about his stride, nor was he in any rush. When he heard a voice call out particularly to him, the pumpkin headed man stopped calmly where he was and only turned his head to look over at the boy. His very peculiar eyes peered out from the slanted eye holes from the pumpkin head stared directly at the blond boy.
Oh my was this boy quite a sight. Not only did his costume catch Romo's attention but the boy did have such a beautiful head indeed. How he wanted it for his own. something about this pumpkin costumed boy had struck the pumpkin man as familiar. He looked an awful like the two couple who's heads currently resided in the duffel bag which he was carrying. Still, the tall man did not take his eyes off of the boy and underneath the pumpkin's carved smile was an equally dangerous smile.
"Why thank you." Romo replied back to the boy who sat on the swing. His voice echoed in the pumpkin, but it was also slightly muffled by the black mask he was wearing underneath. The duffel bag was slung over his shoulder as if there was nothing of great importance in it. For all the other boy knew, it could have been a change of normal clothes for after a party. His body fully turned to the boy as he gestured a hand out towards him. "I quite enjoy your costume as well." He said as his voice came out much lower then it normally was. "Why are you here alone? Shouldn't you be out at a party or something?" Romo questioned as took a step or two towards the boy. He definitely did not want this boy to run away from him now. It was probably best for him to be kind until he got what he wanted. After all this boy seemed very naive, not to mention he was alone and even spoke out towards a stranger. How unfortunate that the boy had such a beautiful head just how Romo liked.
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Owen's costume..just imagine on 17 years old PFFT
Owen couldn't help but smile as his compliment was taken in the way he had hoped, his head bowing to the thanks he was given for it. As his own costume was mentioned, however, he looked down at it, giving off a small little chuckle. Most people- or rather, most at the party he had just left- thought that his costume was much too childish for someone his age, but he liked it all the same. "You're too kind," he said in return, looking up then as the other posed some questions to him.
Truly, said questions made him feel somewhat awkward, and as such he looked away from the pumpkin-headed man instead to the felt stem that now resided in his hands. "Well... I [i]was[/i]," he started to say, before coming to the conclusion that there was no reason to lie to the other. He had been about to say that it had ended, after all- but what sort of party ended before midnight? "I don't really fit into the party scene that much, I guess. It's nicer here." Was that because it was quieter? Perhaps. Really though, Owen liked it better because he was alone on the swings. Or rather, had been alone, until the rather kind pumpkin man had come along. Being in the presence of someone who seemed so nice was much better than being in the presence of those who had been at the party, he was discovering.
"Would you like a seat? Or a... swing?" he offered, motioning to the other leather swing that sat near his own. It seemed rude not to offer when there was another perfectly good swing to sit on, even if a swing seemed like an odd choice for a seat to begin with. Who knew, maybe the man had come from a ways away, and could use the rest to his legs.
Kind was the farthest thing Romo had ever thought someone would say to him. He never really liked to associate himself with kindess. Not ever since everything he had loved had been taken away from him. He found it rather odd, though it didn't matter much to him anyway what the other male had thought about him. The pumpkin man was in a so called costume anyway so he didn't need to be familuar with the boy. After all, he had already planned for this boys death since he laid eyes on his wonderful face. Romo's eyes continued to watch the pumpkin costumed boy on the swing as he replied to his questions.
A boy who had left a party before it ended willingly and was now sitting alone. How perfect was this scene. Obviously this boy didn't have a sense a danger, but who could've blamed him because this day was, after all, Halloween. Who in this little town would have expected to meet a stranger that happens to be a murderer. Upon being offered the swing, Romo didn't even so much as glance at the seat he was offered. What was the point of getting any more chummy with the boy? Having a seat only to waste more time? Surely, it was only a matter of time before the boy would come to his senses and feel the need to go home. Now that wouldn't be a good thing now would it?
"I am quite alright. Though if you enjoy a quiet scene there is a place that I just found that was, how you say, quite pleasant. Well...to me anyway." The tall man spoke through the unchanging carved face of the pumpkin head. "Especially on such a wonderful night like this, it would be a shame for the rest of your evening to be spent alone." It wasn't as if he was bluffing or anything, there was no doubt in his tone and he thought he did sound quite awfully kind. "It's not far from here, I could show you if you would like." Romo moved his extended hand from towards the boy towards the general direction he had come from as an invitation to join him. Of course, the place he was talking about was where he had left the two bodies of the husband and wife he had just disposed of. The bodies there wouldn't be discovered until the next morning at least since many people didn't visit there. Blood and bodies never bothered the tall pumpkin man, so of course, the place was pleasent to him.
While Owen was uncertain as to why the pumpkin-headed man turned down his offer at a seat, to hear him then explain the why was because he had somewhere else to be did make it quite understandable. Romo was right, he didn't really want to spend the rest of the night alone, so to be offered an invitation by the other man was enough to have him nodding. "Sure... sounds good," he finally said, getting to his feet. After fixing the green stem to his head once more he moved to walk beside him, curious as to where the other might have found that appealed to him so.
Never did it occur to him that the place he motioned towards was in the general vicinity of his own home, nor did it ever occur to him what might have happened at his home while he had been out. If it had, he probably would have ran off down the street at the mere sight of the man that had murdered his parents. Instead, he was waiting patiently for the other to start walking, curious as to where he had mentioned that was such a pleasant place.
In all likelihood, Owen was probably going to end up just like his parents. Call him naive, or too trusting, but he had absolutely no idea what the pumpkin-headed man was capable of. Hell, he thought the blood stains on his costume were fake, for Christ sakes! The thought of them being actual blood stains- let alone blood stains from his parents- hadn't even crossed his mind, as could be made obvious by the complete trust he seemed to have in the other as he finally approached him. "Is it very far?" he asked then, not even knowing that it was a less than ten minute walk from where they currently stood. Then again, he didn't know that his house was soon to get trick-or-treaters too, trick-or-treaters who would be daring enough to fully open the front door that already was open...
It was just such a wonderful start to such a wonderful evening. Upon watching the other boy stand, his expression behind the black mask underneith the pumpkin had not changed but sure enough if it had changed it would probably have been more of a perplexed look. The younger male was really wearing a full body pumpkin costume. It was quite a choice of attire for someone of his apparent age. How unfortunate that the boy was possibly dying in that costume tonight.
The situation was quite laughable really. Though Romo did actually think of himself to be very persuasive, but it was almost as if everything was going just the way he wanted it to go. Of course, the pumpkin man didn't know that he had just killed the kids parents but what did it matter to him? He didn't care of their relations all that mattered was that they were quite beautiful and he wanted that for himself.
Mr. Pumpkin actually isn't a hidious man. He just enjoys the company of others that he found appealing, wither they be alive or dead. Romo would usually choose the latter of the two. The tall pumpkin man standing at six foot three inches fixed his posture when the other male came over. With the duffle bag slung over his shoulder, he turned slightly in the direction he had pointed earlier and took a few steps. "It's not far at all." Romo simply replied in that echoed voice as he tilted his head to look at the young man to make sure he was following. . The faster they got there the less time it would take for the other boy to come to his senses and the more time he had to be out and about.
Yes, Owen was quite naive, it was true. It never crossed his mind that the other was some sort of murderer, nor did it cross his mind that his parents- or part of his parents- were in the bag that the other had on his shoulder. No, he merely thought that the other had a change of clothes in his bag, and nothing more. When Romo started to walk he matched his pace, nodding as he gave such an answer. "That's good. It probably doesn't show, but this costume's actually a little heavy." Considering it was like wearing a padded sack, it was awkward to walk around too much. Besides, if he sat properly, he actually did look quite like a pumpkin. "Do you live around here, or are you visiting someone?" he asked then, somewhat curious.
He couldn't help wanting to know a little more about the person he was walking with, and it wasn't like he was going to get too intrusive with his questions. In fact, he didn't really have that many in mind to ask about, and was quite open to answering any from the pumpkin-headed man himself. It seemed only fair to him to be open to answering questions if the one he was with was as well, really. Otherwise he feared coming off as being nosy, and nosy wasn't something he ever wanted tagged on to his name.
"Seems like it." Romo has simply put without a glance over to the younger male. Being as tall as he was, the pumpkin headed man had long strides which for a moment he hadn't even though about slowing down for the other male to keep up. What did make him peer over to him was a question that he had asked. It wasn't that he didn't mind the boy asking questions but it would be problematic if they got to personal. After all, Romo had planned on killing this boy in the next few minutes anyway.
Speaking causally, the pumpkin man didn't hesitate to reply. "I'm simply visiting I suppose you can say. Someone I know is from around here so I'm here often, but I suppose you can't say I live here." It wasn't a really clear answer but it was an answer nonetheless. "And yourself? You seem like you're from around here." Romo asked as he looked forward once more. Looking down the road it wasn't long before the alleged house with the door ajar came into view. Yes, indeed it was the house the other boys parents were murdered in. Yes, it was the very same house he was taking the boy to.
Suppose it being Halloween, many people didn't really question bodies lying about with blood he supposed. So assuming that was the reason why there weren't police in the area was a good guess. Not like he was going to drag the boy over to the house, but Romo couldn't help but feel a little anxious about the situation. The night was still young, and this was just simple to great of a start for this wonderful holiday.