Human Vox!!!

(I didn’t feel like drawing 1950’s Scott I might later) *The man squinted his eyes at the scene, his feet slowly coming to a stop. Was that Vincent? Why is he in the alleyway?*

*Deciding to take a couple steps closer, he could feel something wrong. And as confirmation, a man’s scream suddenly pierced his ears and solidified his fears.*

*His moral compass could respectfully go f**k itself. With a loud scrape of his shoes against the pavement, he ran away.*

*Vincent whipped around, his teal-blue suit now crimson with blood. He held the body of his most recent victim, the main man who ran the news broadcast, dead in his arms. Vincent had slit the man’s throat. He felt his heart quicken as he muttered grimly*
Vincent: “Shit.”

*By the time Vincent went to investigate, Scott was already long gone, speeding off in his car.*
(Planning on Vincent finding out abt Scott seeing him commit the crime by Scott just acting off at work)

(Sounds good! Wanna time skip?)

*Vincent hauled the body in a dumpster, grunting a bit with the effort. after doing this, he began taking the back alleys home*

(Fweak yeah 🔥🔥🔥)

*The next day, Scott was writing the scripts of some headlines for later, his eyes widened and somehow even more bagged than usual. He was hunched over his table, a slight tremble in his hands as he wrote.*

*he was suddenly there, grinning widely*
Vincent: Well well! If it isn’t my old pal. Guess who got promoted to news anchor? Though… the accident was dreadful. Did you hear?

“The accident..?” *It wasn’t an accident, it was a murder. What did he mean by this?* “Oh- no- no…I…didn’t see- or- hear about an accident.” *His eyes evacuated to the paper.*

*Vincent was pretending he had no idea. He leaned on the wall near you*
Vincent: “It was dreadful, truly. They say Frank ‘fell’. I highly doubt it.”
*he eyed you closely, noting your nervousness*
“What’s going on? Your shakier than a leaf in a hurricane.”

*Scott cleared his throat,* “oh I just…I just didn’t sleep last…night, when I…drove home.” *he lied. He walked home. But hopefully it could slide past Vincent.*

*his eye’s narrowed*
Vincent: “Hmm… you know you can tell me anything, right pal?”

“Y-yeah, I know that…I’m not- I know.” *He swallowed, the script he’s writing becoming a jumbled mess of news buzzwords.*

*he let go of your shoulder, stepping back*
Vincent: “Wonderful!”

*Looking back at his paper, he realized he had started to write down gibberish.*

*Vincent walked away, grinning*
Vincent: “talk to you later, pal!”

(Uhh tryna think abt where to take this hmm hmm)

*Vincent’s smile immediately vanished, and he leaned closer, so that no one else might hear him*
Vincent: “Either your telling the truth… or you saw something you weren’t supposed to see.”

*Scott stopped writing,* “like…what?” *He cleared his throat, avoiding eye contact with Vincent. The images of Frank with his throat slit open flashed before his eyes, speeding his breath up even more and destroying his already frail composure.*

Vincent: “You know who killed him. Don’t you?”

*Scott isn’t stupid. He knows Vincent knows.*

“I..” *His voice cut off as the air seemed to suffocate him, only managing to muster up a quick nod.*

Vincent: “Well… who was it, friend?”

*A shudder ran through the man as he glanced around to see if anyone had been looking or listening to their conversation. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know that Scott had a good chance of being the Vincent’s next victim,*

“It was…it was you.” *He whispered.*

*he chuckled darkly*
Vincent: “Now, let’s not be hasty. Even if it was me, you wouldn’t tell anyone, yes?”

*He winced, actually thinking about his answer. Scott was a lot of things, but he wasn’t a liar. He couldn’t just say he wouldn’t. He really wanted to tell someone. His eyes diverted to the corner of his desk.*

*Vincent suddenly grabbed your shoulder squeezing it hard*
Vincent: “Yes?”

“Yeah! Y-yeah.” *He said before even thinking about it, his hand twitching like it wanted to pry Vincent’s hand off.*

(Morgan, a 26 year old British immigrant walks up to Vincent and smiles absently)
Hey Vincent… watcha got there?

(This is Jasmine. I'm using her in first person.)

*I run into the alleyway and pull Vincent away at the last second*

"What the fuсk, Vincent!?" *I whisper-shout, trying not to draw too much attention to us*

*he gasped in surprise. Vincent clutched the pointer he used to show weather in his hand, the sharp tip stained red. The news anchor lay dead at his feet, his throat slit. Vincent’s suit was stained with dark splotches*
Vincent: “What are you doing here-?!”

"I was trying to pull you away from Jim." *I whisper* "What the hell were you thinking?"

Aqua: (imgflip.com/i/a2wz9r) *whispering* what are you doing?

(Violet, a Latina about in her twenties has blue eyes, about 5’8 she normally wore a simple suit, but today she just wore a dress, normally didn’t act like everyone else)

(She grabbed Vincent’s arm that held the weapon) “What the F**K is wrong with you Vincent?!”

Vincent: *he let go of you, raking his fingers through his hair* “I… I crave the power.”

(She gently took Vincent’s hands) Look at me V. You don’t need power. Just take a breath, realize what’s going on. I’m here for you. (She smiled softy)

Vincent: “If im not on top- what am I?” *he sighs*

“You’re my friend. That’s what you are. No matter what. Yes this is…bad but…you want to be seen. Right? I see you.” (She wrapped her arms around Vincent)

*he hugs you back*
Vincent: “I’ve killed so many to get to where I am now…” *he swallowed the lump in his throat*

(She gently rubbed his back) I know, I know. You’re here though, you have me. (She gently had him look at her) Let’s just sit here for a moment okay? Let’s calm down.

*he didn’t say anything for a moment*
Vincent: “… I’d like that.”

(She letted out a long breath) Okay, how about we go to my place, and I’ll let you sleep on my couch, and we’ll talk on the morning, okay?”

*he silently nodded, standing to offer you a hand*

(She took it, getting up) “come on v, you’ll be okay.”

*he gasped in surprise. Vincent clutched the pointer he used to show weather in his hand, the sharp tip stained red. The news anchor lay dead at his feet, his throat slit. Vincent’s suit was stained with dark splotches*
Vincent: “What are you doing here-?!”

“Because you’ve been acting weird lately! You’ve…” (she looked at the dead anchor) “…is this how you’ve been moving higher up….”

Vincent: *he huffed, pulling his arm out of your grip* “It’s all part of a bigger cause. You wouldn’t understand.” *he bent, picking up the news anchor and tossing him over his shoulder*

(Violet followed him) “I would understand Vincent, don’t shut me out. You’re my friend. We can fix this..”

*Vincent tossed the body in a nearby dumpster with a grunt*
Vincent: “I need power. I plan to climb until I reign full control over the network.”

“What about me Vincent? How that you get his job I’m the next one who’s higher up…your not going to kill me too…right?

*he pauses, not facing you*
Vincent: “I…” *he turned slightly, his voice grim* “Just stay out of my way.”

“I’m the only one of that position as chief meteorologist. If you’re going to kill me someday.” (She got on her knees and bowed her head) then kill me now. You need that position.

*he turned to face you, his face draining of color*
Vincent: “I…” *he stumbled to his knees beside you, taking your face in his hands* “No. I would never kill you.”

Then why kill the others? Why them?

(Just make the hair brown and don’t mind she looks like Vincent. She’s used in a different fandom)