Nemesis: The Violet Cloth Army [IC, 2 Player RP] CONCLUDED!!

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Nemesis

Nemesis watched Penny squirm, pinned to the ground. She was still pleading for her life. She even tried to reach out for him, but Nemesis had let her hands fall back to her sides. Even as Nemesis spoke, the pain from his bullet wound was still spreading.

"You are going to die, Penny. It's for your own good." Nemesis said, as Penny looked more weak by every second. "I wish I met your father. I don't know why he didn't try to help you, Penny. You may not be just a murderer, but you're just a mentally-ill woman with power in her head. Even if you could have came up with a better reason for what you done to not just my family, but everyone else you tormented, people will still see as a travesty. Be glad I didn't do worse to you and only to Miller. I've already lived my journey. So I don't expect you to do the same."

[Infected Mushroom]

Penny Colemont

It wasn’t entirely clear what Penny expected him to do. She had murdered his entire family and tried to kill him. And even if he wanted to help… how was he supposed to? The short sword was firmly lodged into her and she was bleeding out at too ferocious a pace; her fate had been sealed. She just didn’t want to accept it. She hoped that he had some kind of magic to help her.

"You are going to die, Penny. It's for your own good." Nemesis said, as Penny looked more weak by every second. "I wish I met your father. I don't know why he didn't try to help you, Penny. You may not be just a murderer, but you're just a mentally-ill woman with power in her head. Even if you could have came up with a better reason for what you done to not just my family, but everyone else you tormented, people will still see as a travesty. Be glad I didn't do worse to you and only to Miller. I've already lived my journey. So I don't expect you to do the same."

The woman clung to every word he said… After which she tilted her head slightly to the side and she let out a soft, pitiful, wail of despair:

“OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…..”

It was the sound of a broken queen.

The next five to seven minutes were the longest for her, as she slowly but surely bled out to her death on the moonlit forest floor. She felt herself diminish and fade... The wicked young woman was filled with terror because she didn’t know what would come next, if anything. Were the stories about hell real? She was afraid. She had murdered a lot of people…

I… I can’t…

These and other terrifying thoughts plagued her in her final moments as she desperately tried to cling on. She zoned in and out of consciousness, her connection to the land grew fainter still...

Finally, it was over.

Penny Colemont was dead. Nemesis’ list was complete. The entire Violet Cloth Army had been wiped out.

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Nemesis

Nemesis watched her die. At first, she was struggling to cling to life, however she suddenly went limp with her eyes and mouth wide open. It was over. Nemesis felt something within him felt more empty. Was he dying? He can't tell. "Reed? Are you there?" Nemesis tried to see if Reed was still in his mind. But there was no reply. Nor did he see anything. This is going to be how he dies, isn't it? Nemesis already felt the life be drained from his body with the bullet wound. What was there even to do now? Nemesis started to walk away from Penny's body. He didn't know where he was going, nor did he cared. There was a river he was following. The night looked beautiful. The moon was still up. His mind was still losing some rationality.

A small trail of blood was following him, as he started to walk down the river. His mind was in the clouds now. He just needed to go through some shrubbery. Sounds about right..

"Reed? Where are you?"

"Mary...? Is that you?"

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One Moment Earlier

In the distance, the stranger heard a loud explosion, as he was digging a nice hole for a lovely set of southern female tourists, who were unfortunate enough to end up in his hands. He peeked his head up from the hole, as he was bearly finished digging. The sight of seeing a large pillar of smoke start to rise interested the stranger. He knew what was going on and who was a part of it. "I knew Wilson would do it!" the stranger thought, as he maintained a cheery-happy go lucky attitude, as he continued digging. There he was leveling some of the dirt at the behind was when he discovered, to his amazement, that he had uncovered a corpse.

Not just any corpse. It was the body of Mike Caulder. The decomposition without a casket did a number on him. Maggots, worms, ants, and other nasties were covering him. This amused the stranger, as he felt a great sense of lust at this sight. "You two got lucky!" the stranger said, getting out of the hole, as he went over to the bed of his truck. There was two bodies wrapped in multiple layers. Layers of homemade clothing, some blankets, and blue plastic tarps wrapped around these two women. The stranger didn't care who they were. They probably deserved it or were just completely ignorant. He found a book by Mildred Lewis Rutherford and some of the author's rhetoric in their possessions, when he was looting their bags. It wasn't his favorite book author, so he tossed it to the side of the road. It was probably the only thing that would have clued the authorities of the disappearance of these women, but to others, it was a forgotten book that served no other purpose. He prefered The Collector by John Fowles. A much better read.

The stranger took one wrapped body at a time, then tossed it into hole with Mike's rotting corpse. The stranger looked into the hole for a moment at the sight of the two women with Mike. "I didn't expect this. I hope this makes you happy. These two were models. You should be happy." Earlier before the murders of these women, the stranger had appeared to the pair. They were tourists from the South of a higher-class status. Southern belles, which was a good way of describing them. He had a camera along with him. A nice big camera. It was a model that was a cross between a Polaroid and a classic professional photographer's camera. He had told them that he was looking for some models for some of his "work". The two of them would fit the job nicely. They agreed and he took the time to groom them and get them dressed in outfits that would suit them. Even after the screaming, the yelling, the crying out in the woods out of the town, the results were brilliant. The two of them looked like angels. Angels in a fine Grand Guignol display. He processed the film in his makeshift darkroom from the trailer he was pulling from his truck.

The stranger started to get some dirt to bury the three. They will rest in what condition was suitable to them. The stranger heard sirens in the distance. The authorities were already there at the mansion. Was Wilson there, he didn't know. He was a legend now. A part of tales that would be told, where those who were slain will be the blood that would be used as the ink to read off of. Just like the stranger he had his own stories that some would tell in horror. He was called many names, but he preferred his own, even if some were creative. The stranger had everything all nice and locked up in the trailer. He opened the driver's side door of the truck, where his hunting rifle was visible in the passangers seat. It was unloaded, but there was ammo and a revolver in the glovebox.

Satisfied with his work that he done under the nose of many, the stranger drove away. He heard St. Quentin was supposed to be interesting.

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The death of Penny Colemont rocked the once sleepy town of Blue Hills. Or rather the death of the Violet Cloth Army as a whole. The criminal underworld were confused at how a simply operated organization went down the drain. Was it the decision to commit some homegrown terrorism at the cemetery? It was the likely reason. After the mansion fire was put out, it was revealed that some things were left behind. Not the good kind, however.. Bodies of mostly fallen gang members were charred beyond recognition with the dental records to be used to identify them all. Some bodies were unharmed by the flames, but their wounds and scars help tell a story. In a burned out study, to the amazement of some, there was a painting in the works. The former servants were kept a bit in the dark, however the painting showed what appeared to be Colemont, standing on top of a pile of corpses. In her hands was a mask, where she looked victorious as the background was covered in flames. Some servants paid a cop or two to take it out from the evidence locker. With the painting, they burned it, reducing it to ash. It was one of the things that made them feel free. Another thing among the burned heap was a machete. Handcrafted from scrap metal and repurposed to serve as a murder weapon. It was one of the only links to Nemesis that investigators found.

Penny Colemont's body was discovered in the woods. Impaled with a sword in her chest and pinned to the ground. Suicide was ruled out immediately. The murderer was declared to be Jake Wilson. But where was Jake Wilson? Some say that Jake Wilson was either dead or possibly hiding somewhere. Yet, there was no trace anywhere in Blue Hills. The forest and trees were too much of a hiding spot. While the abandoned sawmill was discovered during a combing of the town and the surrounding areas, there was no trace of Jake Wilson to be found, even if some deemed him the main perpetrator of the murders of the Violet Cloth Army.

Jon Loyalham's death helped open up possibilities that many thought were impossible. Some anonymous sources helped investigators from out of town learn more of the corruption of the small town. The mayor and governor of Vermont were under scrunity, where both resigned from their positions, due to their involvement with Loyalham. Victor Miller's fate could have been worse, but it managed to reach levels unheard of. The fire managed to actually cremate parts of his body, where only his head remained. A small urban legend circulated that Miller could have been alive throughout the time his head was severed. Some say that his brain is still functioning and that he is forced to feel the agony and pain from being without his body.

FBI agent Daniel Gamble was the lead investigator in the case that was dubbed the "Nemesis" cases on Blue Hills. One suspect, Jacob Fairs, explained in his testimony that he played a part in having Jake Wilson appear to Penny's mansion by revealing the address and information. Gamble was a bit of a crooked fed, but Fairs was stripped from any wrongdoing and was free from any charges. The other testimonies of the servants shared some of the Fairs's story. As the national press was digging into the mystery of what happened in Blue Hills shared some research onto the investigation.

"By profiling the reported prime suspect and unsub, the unsub was a vigilante, aged in his mid-30s. This is different from the typical profile of an injustice or wound collector, where the unsub has been killing the victims for their involvement in crimes that were committed and for the trauma that they inflicted onto him. Discharged Marine Jake Wilson was deemed the suspect, where it's possible that he fits the profile. The problems that surround this case, however, is the fate of the unsub. Some conflicting reports rule that Wilson has either dead in the Wilson Massacre or died in the mansion seige. It's obvious that the Wilson Massacre was the trigger for the main killing spree, though this could have been also due to some reported war mishaps and crimes that had happened in the Iran War."

"Reviewing military files containing information on Wilson serving his time in the military, he was involved with an attack on a civilian zone that was due to misinformation by intel. Since this information had been leaked to the press, it's another matter to focus later on. For the Colemont family, Penny Colemont, who was the main obsession by the unsub was deemed to have undiagnosed cases of antisocial personality disorder and mental illness. This would explain her criminal behavior and impulsive actions, though there is no indiction on if any previous kin had known of this or not."

"However, the actions of Jake Wilson will be bound to inspire copycat attacks in the near future. While no body of the unsub has been found, he could be extremely dangerous."

Despite reports of remaining funds from the Violet Cloth Army, no money has been found electronically or physical. A laptop was found around the combed areas and main murder sites, however the accounts were wiped clean. To where the money from the account were transferred to were unknown.

Blue Hills as a whole didn't survive what had been done. Bodies were being found in more areas than one, as the past came back to haunt the innocent. Slowly over the weeks, as the media was covering story and story, along with the morbid tourists who would pay a visit or two to some locations of the town, the town was turning into the victim of a case of dying town syndrome. Most of the population left to escape what the Violet Cloth Army had done, while there were any plans every now and then about demolishing a part of the empty town to turn it into an another Family Mart. It's unknown if these plans would go through.

What was once a sleepy town full of organized crime was now a sleepy and probably slumbing pile of buildings in the middle of Vermont. At least, there was St. Quentin.

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Epilogue

Jacob Fairs drove his car up the hill. He didn't know how long it had been. Less than a year, but time had changed everything in Blue Hills. Today, he wanted to finally leave the town behind for good. He had his bags packed in the trunk of his car, where he found a job in New York. He hated the sight of the woods. It would be better this way. Therapeutic? Definitely. However, he had one pit stop to go to, before he left the town. The now former residence of the Wilsons. He drove past the Family Mart. Empty parking lot, but what could you expect? As he continued up the hill, the house was coming into view. Fairs parked his car in front of the now burned down pile of rubble and what was still standing, even if it was the color of soot. He had a present for the Wilsons. What remnants were left behind, that is.

A bouquet of mourning flowers was in his hands, as he opened the backyard door to step into the murder scene. The police and cleaners had already wiped any trace of the horror that once started it all. He knew of his time as a servant to Penny, where he wondered what her deceased sister Alice would have felt of this. Such cruel and senseless violence. Since Penny was practically the last of the Colemonts, there was no next of kin. From what Fairs heard, they buried the two sisters somewhere private in the middle of the woods near where the new cemetery was. Unmarked graves to avoid vandalism. Fairs looked around the backyard. There was no blood. No bodies. No signs of violence. Yet, the negative aura was something that Fairs felt. He presented the flowers and placed them in the middle of the backyard.

"Hey? Jake? Are you here? I came to visit you all, if you're here. I didn't plan on making something major, but I wanted to give you all this. Since we all know about you. I'm..I'm sorry what has happened, but things are better now. All I ask is that you now have the ability to rest peacefully."

"You're free."

Fairs felt the winds die down. He felt a sense of peace. He was starting to feel like he was being watched. Like there was someone directly spying on him. From a distance. Was it Jake?

From a distance within the woods, there was someone that has been watching the whole ordeal with a sniper rifle. The scope is zoomed in to focus on Jacob Fairs, as he was the only one at the backyard. Jacob turned around and saw them. He didn't know who it was? Who was that? Jacob watched, as he could make out the figure from afar. He couldn't tell who it was up close, but he simply smiled. Jacob started to walk to his car. He didn't know if it was Wilson or not. If it was Wilson, he probably had the same idea as Fairs. If it was someone else, Jacob may not know who it was, besides Wilson.

Jacob Fairs got into his car. He looked to check to see if the figure was still there watching him. It was gone. Fairs adjusted his rear-view mirror. He drove his car away from the house. A while later, he reached the town limits.

Everyone was free..

THE END

However...

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Hello? Is this thing on? It is. Ah, good.

Hello, viewer. No, this isn't Nemesis. Nor this is anyone else. My name is Dolan Schaeffer.

You know I don't know if I'm dreaming or not. If I am, then I think I almost figured it out now.

Penny Colemont was just a small fish wanting to be in the bigger pool. She was a ditz, a nervous wreck, and she was a fashion-obsessed bitch for all she was worth.

Yeah, she was that kind of woman. Then, there was that one time some random asshole just appeared and killed everyone. At least, I had an associate of mine scrub her savings.

But that doesn't mean I'm done.

You see, I know what kind of person you are.

Yes, I'm talking directly to you. You dickless jackass looking at the screen right now. If you're reading this, you probably want more. You had to have read the whole thing of 4 pages, didn't you? You want more. You are a bloodthirsty animal wanting more violence.

I give you a phrase that will sound familiar.

Be careful what you wish for. It's coming on the anniversary.

Somewhere in the dark, a lone man was walking up to you. He was dressed in a strange manner. Dressed sleek, but unnerving. He wore a grey business suit with some sunglasses that were in a breast pocket. He looked like a handsome man with brown slicked back hair with a celebrity looking appearance. He looks at you with some cold eyes with a neutral expression.

Then, he grinned.

See you in Starkweather.

A new tale of blood...

begins soon...

ARTEMIS: THE DEIMOS TRAFFICKING LEAGUE

September 26, 2020.

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The trailer opens with a depiction of a city at night. The lights from some skyscrapers were on, as the trailer cuts to a dark alley at night. A lone girl with a red ball in her hands was visible, as she bounced the ball down the darkened narrow paths. She was bouncing her ball, when she passed by a large towering man with a bowler hat and a trenchcoat. The man took a look at the child with a sick smile, as he pulled out a knife as the girl was unaware of the man's intentions.

There was a dead end, as the girl was about to turn around. The man stood there with the knife. The girl looked confused. The man let out a giggle, as he started to walk towards the girl. The knife getting closer and closer to the girl, as the man was directly in front of her. Raising his knife, he was about to stab the girl, as she dropped her ball which rolled away, until...

SPLAT!

The bludgoning sound of an axe being brought onto the man's head was heard. It wasn't seen, but the camera was focused on the girl, as she looked at what the audience wasn't looking at. Almost like the sounds of blood and guts spilling out of the man from every hit was happening. After a brief silence, the camera cut to the legs of the fallen man. The rest of his body wasn't visible, but there was a pool of blood growing. The camera pans up slowly to show the killer. There was a woman with dark jeans, a white hoodie that was now splattered in blood, holding a large fire axe. The camera finally showed her face, where it was covered with a wolf mask that only showed her lower face and her long brown hair. She let the axe fall to the ground, as the camera cut back to the ball that was rolling on the ground. Now wet with blood.

There was some footsteps, as a black leather boot appeared next to the ball. A leather gloved hand picked up the ball, as the camera also panned to the figure, giving a good view of them. It was a man wearing a black leather jacket over a white shirt and a black belt. He wore a set of glasses with a set of neat short brown hair. A grin that looked like something used to calm the child, as he approached the child, standing next to the woman. The man gave the ball back to the child, as he reached out his hand to her. The woman does the same, as the child starts to reach out to the two of them.

The screen cuts to black.

"How much of a monster are you willing to become to get your revenge on the ones who ruined your life?"

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