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[herrglimmerous.livejournal.com]

[The gender swap virus has worn off and for this next scenario Klavier is a man once more.

Once the feed cuts on a panoramic view of Klavier’s kitchen can be seen, a large, contemporary, clearly unused space. It seems to be the dead of night, which explains why the room is so dim, but there is enough light, insufficient as it my be, to see what is going on.

There are two figures standing in the room, one is clearly Klavier in his nightwear, half blocked by another figure in a blue suit who would have looked similar to Klavier from behind if not for the wild hair.]

How…how could you…[The look on Klavier’s face, or from what the viewer can see of it, is an odd mixture of confusion, pain and fear]…

You’re evidently lost for words, did you think those insubstantial accommodations could keep me forever, I’m much too clever for that my dear baby brother [the stranger lifts his arm, strategically hidden by a counter, and in his hand is what appears boot knife. He uses the blade to carve a thin line from the corner of Klavier’s eye to his chin producing a thin ribbon of blood in the process] though I do have you to thank, don’t I?

Kris…[It was Klavier’s feeble, quiet response, punctuated with a pained groan]

Does it hurt…aw…shhh…little brother…I know you’re thinking of how unfair it was that I took you by surprise like this, you’ve been unfair too…but I can’t have you fading on me just yet…[Klavier’s brother leans forward planting a kiss on the ex-rocker’s blood-stained neck, his hand disappearing beneath the counter again…

…a moment later Klavier’s eyes go wide, and while he’s generally known to have a melodious voice, it’s a horrific scream that rents the night.]…That’s more like it.

[Once the man steps back from Klavier, the prosecutor sinks to the floor, any attempt to keep himself standing is futile with his hands slippery with blood as they were. A great smear of blood coats the stainless steel appliances as he slumps forward, unable to lift his head only capable of focusing on staving the bleeding.]

Are you afraid of dying…or me…? Don’t worry, death is much too good for you, my treacherous brother, I need you to live long enough to feel more pain, so Justice is next.

[The man disappears from the screen, but he’s not gone yet as something in Klavier's home is shattered and the viewers ears are then suddenly polluted by an ear-piercing alarm system, Klavier can be seen mouthing something, but whatever it is, is lost in the noise.]



((ooc: blue indicates Kristoph (Klavier's older bother) and purple is Klavier, naturally))