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[alex-firstborn]

SURPRISE!! ;D

[alex-firstborn]

MEANWHILE...

The Firstborn goes home early because sand keeps getting stuck under his bandages and it’s giving him a rash.

Also: Kids keep thinking it’s a good idea to run up to him yelling “Mummy! Mummy!” and he’s way too overheated to do anything about it.

[alex-firstborn]

I'm your Secret Santa, but you already knew that. Enjoy your final Christmas present, a box set of all the seasons of Star Voyager. I also hope you'll enjoy this bomb (that's for Emma and my other friends). Merry Christmas, Firstborn aka Giggles aka Leslie aka Bunnyface.

REPLY FROM NORMAL, SERIAL KILLER FIRSTBORN

A bomb for a bomb? How unimaginative, Mr. “Weapons-and-Technologies-Expert-of-the-SCT” :/ And it’s lacking a certain… je ne sais quoi. I think your creativity went up in flames alongside your friends.

Actually, no part of your present is appealing in the slightest. Star Voyager? It’s a terribly passé piece of trash television.

Try harder, Burn Boy.

[alex-firstborn]

*GIVES YOU A HUG FOR CHRISTMAS*

*GIVES YOU A ONE-WAY TICKET TO THE MORGUE* (FOR CHRISTMAS)

[alex-firstborn]

DON'T BE A JEEEERK, IT'S CHRISTMAAAAAAAS! -Secret Santa

[alex-firstborn]

MERRY CHRISTMAS, SWEETIE :)

Merry Christmas, ya filthy animal.

[alex-firstborn]

(OOC: not your RP Secret Santa) *leaves teddy bear holding heart shaped box of candy with a note that says "For my little Firsty Wursty"*

Call me “Firsty Wursty” again and the heart that the teddy bear’s holding will be yours ;)

[alex-firstborn]

Well, during Christmas you're supposed to be nice to people. Don't worry, I'll go back to completely loathing you after Christmas is over. -Secret Santa

REPLY FROM NORMAL, SERIAL KILLER FIRSTBORN

Oh, you and your skewed sense of how morality seems to work. Adorable.

[alex-firstborn]

*leaves you a knife*

*leaves you with your life*

[alex-firstborn]

*leaves a Furby for the great and terrible El Primo*

REPLY FROM NORMAL, SERIAL KILLER FIRSTBORN

Oh gosh, a Furby. The creepy eyes, the oddly shaped ears, the fact that nobody actually likes them and all they do is make people uncomfortable…

Hey, it reminds me of you :D

Stay safe! Don’t want you to be killed by something boring like a car or an amateur with a knife :)

[alex-firstborn]

Hanging on your chimney, you find a stocking filled with rolls of glittery bandages and a Tickle Me Elmo (inside of which is a tracking device). There's also a note that says, "Merry Christmas, Mummy Face. Love, your Secret Santa".

REPLY FROM NORMAL, SERIAL KILLER FIRSTBORN

Wow, I’m actually surprised that you’d send such benevolent gifts to the guy who killed all of your friends.

You can have your tracker back, sweetpea. I sent it to you with some cake :) ‘Tis the spirit of the season!

[alex-firstborn]

CAUSE OF DEATH RP » lilith's children

Alex Dominguez | SFPD Records

[alex-firstborn]

This might be the last question I ever ask, sir, but no, I meant THE Oscar santos. Track the tag oscaborn, and you'll see exactly who I mean. We know all about him, and it's okay, honey, we'll help you through the breakup.

I was hoping you would never bring it up… My secret love affair with this man has only brought me pain. He’s the reason I cover up my face… being seeing my own overwhelmingly handsome features in the mirror reminds me too much of his own…

But I’ve got old pictures that you might want to see, honey. Why don’t you come over here and I’ll show them to you? :)

[alex-firstborn]

So, mummy face. How do you FEEL about Oscar Santos?

…Oscar dos Santos Emboaba Júnior? Well, Brazilian football really isn’t my thing, you know, my schedule being pretty full with murder and the breathtaking destruction of the city and all…

Wait, you’re not talking about the Premier League footballer? Then ew, who’s he?

Was he the guy who served me stale burritos that one time at Taco Bell? Because he’s been taken care of already and I’m feeling really great about his body decomposing into the ground…

Oh, and call me ‘mummy face’ again and I’ll make sure your insides are replaced with sand and your brain is crudely drawn out through your nose with a pointy stick! :D

[alex-firstborn]

FIRSTBORN!! I GOT A DATE!!

Do I look like I care, Hollandaise? Please, your love life is just about as bland and distasteful as your personality.

[alex-firstborn]

The blood on his hands glistened under the harsh (and slightly sporadic) basement bulb. The beautiful crimson was everywhere, but it didn’t touch him. He regarded his twitching victim like a spider, his bandaged face a passively indifferent as he poked and prodded with sharp, metal instruments.

It didn’t touch his expensive Armani suit either, though the extra splashes of red would have gone well with his silky tie. It’s a shame how difficult blood was to get out of a nice suit, though. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been so careful.

It was like one large game of operation—how many organs could he remove without bumping into the sides or spoiling the carcass? The constant expanding and deflating of the prisoner’s lungs was a bit distracting, but there was a reason Alex kept him alive. With only some local anesthetic to help with the pain, sudden shudders would seize the plastic surgeon’s half-conscious body every now and then, adding an element of surprise to his game.

He pulled at Dr. Mark Vincent’s small intestine, drawing it out in one, long string. Another clean slice from his scalpel severed it from its host. Caressing the pale mound like a newborn child, Alex placed it gently in the containment unit he had brought. He was careful to keep these organs in good condition—they would fetch a high price in the black market. And if they didn’t… well, Alex was a very good negotiator.

In its place, Alex stuffed a small, timed bomb. There were already four others like it in Dr. Vincent’s body, rigged to start counting down the second the basement door was to be opened by the SCT. Those silly little lambs, so sure that they’d caught him this time. The thought almost made Alex laugh, but he suppressed the small chuckle and continued his work.

The thread used to stitch poor Vincey together was pulled taunt at last, a seam of waxed cotton holding closed the two flaps of flesh that held the doctor’s dangerous insides. Alex took a step back to admire his work, a self-satisfied smirk slipping onto his lips.

“Well, I think that’s pretty good, isn’t it, Doc? Who’s the surgeon in the room now?” His gaze wandered over to Dr. Vincent’s unmoving chest.

“Woops, looks like it’s not you, then. Not anymore. I’m a bit disappointed, to tell you the truth. I thought you’d last longer.”

He shrugged nonchalantly and stepped over to the top of the body. With the scalpel he still had in his gloved hand, Cain carved his lovely welcome message to the SCT into the dead doctor’s forehead.

Then, he grabbed his stuff and he just… left. Not another look was spared to the scene behind him.

Walking away, the he played with the wedding ring he had taken off Dr. Mark Vincent. The plastic surgeon’s family was probably at home having dinner, wondering where their lovely husband and father was. Maybe he was having another late night at work. Some rich fashionista must have wanted her nose redone for the third time, making him stay overtime.

The Firstborn smiled to himself as he walked in the direction of the house. He did have an entire night to kill, after all…

Firstborn - Accepted