Rico's Demise & Loves Crime

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((OOC Violence & bloodshed )


A muse offers a greater sin than he who has committed the crime.
Be careful whom you make your muse.

Rubbing the palm of his hands together gave warmth to the ill seeded cold thoughts that warped his mind. The plotting was thick, dubbed with envy. For such a simple man his thoughts were murderous. A man whose life had been changed by the hand of a wealthy merchant. Now running rampad while he toiled with the bloody remains of what he had done.

Lee's Love was all consuming. Insane for the level of man that he was or for that matter could ever be.

But oh how he loved her. A love, sick enough to shed the blood of another man. Empowered by the aid of Randyll with payment of silver to finish his and Messina's cruel plot. Yes yes yes. Anything, He would do anything to see that Rico Pryce was taken out of the way. The man had stood between his eternal bliss with his employer and love. Alexi Rose.

Quiet strides carried Lee through the Rose estate. The gardens flourished with buds nearing their end of the season. Lush green grape leaves lined the vineyard with there heady fragrant blooms. The blood cried up from the vineyards soil, in need of revenge, but only the gods would hear it's silent cry. Leaving behind the scene of the crime. The charcoaled rust color of the bags bounced across the grassy beds of green. It had taken he and Randyll only an hour to hack through Rico's limbs. His death had been an acidic mess with plenty of near misses and ruthless stabs after stab of the assassin’s blade. Lee had gotten the final and fatal blow with his pathetic nub of a weapon.

Rico never saw it coming. He had called for her in his confusion and murder. "Alexi! ..." It hadn't been the first time she and He had faced an intruder. Of course he had never learned that the first assassin attack had been planned by Alexi herself.

The two men came into the vineyard with silent steps while he enjoyed his wine and over looked the blossoms. Who knew the world could be so pleasurable when one had money and powerful name at which to do things with. Something Rico had fully been learning as his honorable, yet completely fabricated role as Alexi Roses husband. --

Fighting them off was frutile. They had an advantage, the element of surpise, and even with the acid nature of his blood it could not keep them from his fate. Oh but how cruel a fate it had been.

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Lee turned his arm over to view the burnt hairs on his knuckle. The splattered blood was like prickly heat, burning the flesh. It would leave a mark, a red splatted scar across the back of his hand. - At least it had not marred his face like that of Randall’s. Pour bastard. It's a no wonder he had not carried through with Messina's well-conceived plot to finish him off. Yet for some reason Randyll had allowed Lee to remain alive. Better for Lee to dispose of the remains and contend with the Alexi Rose. Than for Randyll.

Which was one hell of an undertaking, but one Lee was more than willing to foresee. After all it was for her that he and done this. IT was for their future together he so richly desired that he's hacked to pieces a greedy but innocent man. -

Yet even now as each hole was dug for the rusty colored bags filled with limb after limb of rioting flesh he slipped back into thoughts of madness.
"What if she still will not have me?" - The thought haunted, tormenting his reasoning for the crime he had committed. Surely now that he had rid her of the useless pretend husband she'd be grateful and take him back as her own lover.
Yet he knew Alexi Rose was not easily swayed. In fact the fear was gaining such momentum that it caused him to drive the sharp end of his shovel into the last bag, piercing it through rioting flesh and sackcloth. - The stench rang free of its organic barrier and rose to his nose. Maggot infested flesh making him shrink back with the hook of his arm to enclose his nose from the wrenched smell.
"Oh, that stinks" He uttered in heavy breaths between piles of dirt.
"You will love me, Rose. You will. I've done this for you. Like it or not, I know what's best for you. We belong together. "

He cantered, behind the last packing of fresh soil over the final sackcloth of Rico's remains. Where he would bury the remains of those parts within a very well contrived place. Just in case they should some how be dug up by a beast whose appetite had gotten the best of it. -
At the back, corner outer side of Treadwell's horse stall Lee had buried the remains just before dawn when all was silent and still.

The shade of his crime was filled with malice for anyone who stood in the way of his future with Alexi Rose. - That included her sisters. - Randyll and Treadwell easily becoming problematic.

If Alexi had done anything at all, it was to teach Lee that anyone was disposable. Anyone.