V. Murder [Friday 7th, Before Dawn]

03:02:31 Ignatius idly hooked his fingers around a very particular pendant that had been, prior to today, missing from his attire; it was a straight, vertical, prism-like crystal that hung freely by a silver chain at the end of a leather necklace, the bottom of which came to a point. A very faint, but very much present glow emanated from within the crystal, giving off a faint light that would dimly grace the underside of the boy’s jaw with a very soft, phosphorescent glow as he made his way down the dark, uninhabited hallways. Feet moved quickly, though for all intents and purposes, not a sound escaped them as soles impacted again and again with the familiar stone pavement that composed the hallway, the lines separating one stone block from another blurring into almost nonexistence at his pace. The darkness wasn’t impeding whatsoever, as his enhanced eyesight - a ‘gift‘ from his curse - allowed him to adjust to the lower lighting without so much as a misstep or fumble along his predetermined path. His ensemble for tonight’s trek through the fine establishment that was Hex Institute was a streamlined look of all black: a pair of flexible, black running shoes adorned his feet, sleek black dress pants adorned his legs, and a long-sleeved, v-neck shirt clung to his torso - also, a pair of suspicious black, leather gloves fit snugly over his hands, the hem of which disappeared beneath the cuffs of that long-sleeved shirt. With the usual lax of security following an ordeal as big as the one that the others elicited earlier, there was a sizeable window of opportunity that had to be seized, and would be seized as he closed the distance from Crux House to Arcadia, being overly cautious to evade any kind of patrol that might stray too close: as he had been taught, one could never be too careful. One slip-up and his cover could be blown, and he didn’t need that. Not here, not now, not yet. His stealthy form would continue to slip through hallways and climb staircases, doing his best to stick to the shadows as to not be seen as easily, and when he finally skirted around the premises that was Arcadia House, the low, soft, unintelligible ramblings of several people having a nice, hearty conversation reached those sensitive ears of his. Greenish-gray eyes followed the source of the ruckus to the nearby common room just down the hallway, and while he crouched low up against the wall, falling back into as much shadow as possible, he hesitated a moment. There were at least four or five people judging from the differences in pitch from their words, and there was no sense of urgency, no desire to leave just yet - did he have the right-away, then? Sitting and biding his time was a smart idea, at least until he had enough information from his surroundings to continue, but each wasted moment was moment subtracted from an already small window of opportunity. Teeth quietly clenched and grit together as he eavesdropped on the bland, pointless ramblings of the ones in the other room, and with after several painstaking moments, he felt comfortable enough to continue. Quickly, he sprinted across the open hallway to disappear within the shadows on the other side, gloved hand coming up to very meticulously turn the doorknob, opening the door just enough to fit his body through sideways before disappearing inside. Though the hardest part was already over and done with, the riskiest part had yet to present itself. From the information he’d been fed recently, there was one individual that was to be here asleep, and it would be that one individual that would be used to send a message. Tiptoeing, the Werewolf ascended stairs and made his way to the predetermined dorm, only to sneak inside as well, once again being overly cautious to keep as quiet as humanly possible. The issue arose with the snoring of other individuals in the immediate vicinity, causing him to freeze up immediately, body crouching low as he sidled up against the end of a nearby bed. Another moment’s hesitation would pass as he listened to the sounds of sleeping individuals, gauging the sounds as they met his ears. He would do his best to feel out the rhythms of the overlapping sounds, only to slip through the room, the fingers of his left hand disappearing within the pockets on his pants to procure a very sharp knife. The blade itself was roughly six inches in length and flawless, not yet having been used on anything whatsoever, though it bore a very interesting, very foreboding insignia: The Eye of God. Fingers on his other hand would reach out to cautiously take hold of a pillow on the poor girl’s bed, and with rigid control, his body sprung into action: his hand snapped out, and with his superhuman strength, the pillow was forced over the face of Violette. Before the sleeping beauty even had time to respond, that flawless knife was plunged viciously into her trachea with immense strength and skill, severing both jugulars as the blade was grotesquely dragged through muscle and tissue like a hot knife through butter. The sputtering sounds of choking and gasping for air were suppressed by the thick, cotton pillow, and with the weight of his body over hers, the violent thrashing that could have been was brought to a minimum. He would sit on her body with the knife in her throat, and though his eyes glinted with an unseen malice and joy, there would not be another slash - unnecessary movement, especially when the first blow was enough to end the poor girl’s life, wasn’t needed. The blood was already pooling finely to either side of Violette’s body, and another strike would’ve simply caused spatter - that was bad. Within moments, the very life that was housed in Violette’s innocent frame would’ve bled out onto her sheets, and once he was sure she was as dead as dead could get, his fingers would relinquish the blade, leaving it in the girl’s throat as he moved to exit the premises.


Only the Arcadian girls who shared a Dormitory with Violette are aware of her death. They have been interviewed by Luthor and sworn to secrecy. Keeping the peace and calm of Hex, it has been covered up - But the Faculty are working to hunt down her murderer - a reapeat offender who killed Charlemagne (covered as a suicide) and the attempt on Lara Locke, not to mention the students from prior years.

Violette's absence is being excused as a release from Hex.