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Twighlight Sky -> RE: (HS) DaVinci Con 2013 (7/31/2013 0:47:44)
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Author's Note: In my unique line of work, I have come across many evils in this world, and seen many dark atrocities committed. The shadows never relent, and none know this better than me. And every so often, they happen to find solace in the black hearts of man. I have seen beasts and disasters slay many, and hurt countless more, but I never cease to be amazed at how much more infinitely capable man is of executing far worse terrors. One such man is known by you as Luigi DaVinci. It is my solemn duty to relay these events, the events leading up to the deaths of Lizzie Stevens, and countless others, at the hands of this human monster. It is important that you know who he truly is, what this beast is capable of, and just how much danger this world faces with each passing second he survives.
~Twi~
“Lizzie, wake up!” yelled a voice. “The line's moving!”
“Ugh...what time is it?” she responded.
“It's 4:00 A.M., we need to get ready!”
Lizzie sat up. It took her a moment to remember where she was. Ah, that was it. Amy. It always came back to her, didn't it? Every month, there'd be some other thing she was obsessing over, some boy, or band, or South African fungus. Something. What was it Amy had dragged her off to see this time?
“DaVinci Con 2013!” Amy gasped, tentatively. “This is it! We're here!”
“Vinnie-what? I have no clue what you're talking about,” Lizzie responded. “What is it this time? Some Italian choir?”
“Oh, don't be silly! It's DaVinci Con! Devoted to the greatest, sexiest villain our city has ever seen!”
“Wait..what? Isn't that the guy who messed up everything at the Park a while back?”
Amy squealed. “His first victory! He's going to have very more soon though. OMG, we're almost here!”
Lizzie glanced around. Hundreds of young girls (and a few boys) were coalesced together in a loose, line-shaped conglomeration, trailing into the distance for an innumerable distance. All tired, all excited, all wearing attire devoted to one face. Some even dressed to imitate him. It was a fanfest, plain and simple, and one devoted to madman at that. Lizzie had never seen anything so terrifying, a standard that was fated to change continually that day.
Upon entering, Lizzie was handed a name-tag and a body bag. Her questioning gaze was met with an enthusiastic gasp of air from Amy, and so Lizzie decided to change the topic before Amy could utter whatever joyous rant she had prepared.
Before either one could say anything, however, they were both accosted by a large group of people wearing various t-shirts in support various organizations. Pins, toys, accessories, trading cards, sanitary towels, licensed laundry detergent, and more were all offered to the shocked girls. All manner of promotional memorabilia converged upon their location, all given to them for free. Fumbling under the weight of several dozen free issues of The Skulldeep Enquirer, Lizzie chose to follow Amy's example and shove it all in the body bag. If this comes to the worst, she thought, I can always just sell this junk online.
The first stop they made was to a collectable figure booth. “These are DaVinci Con exclusives!” Amy squealed as she forked over copious amounts of cash to the worn, glassy-eyed teenage cashier. “Isn't this exciting? I told you this was going to be amazing!”
Feeling pressured, Lizzie wasted a fairly large chunk of her savings on a DaVinci Bobble Head. It seemed to be extremely skilled at hurling itself to the darkest depths of the uncanny valley.
The next booth they visited was much smaller and less crowded, focusing on the promotion an upcoming romantic fan video centering upon DaVinci and Yergen. After being shown some concept art by one of the creators, Lizzie thought it best to vacate the area, catching only fragments of a plot development involving a love triangle with one of Demolicious' divas.
While Amy was checking out the booth for a popular webcomic, “DaVinci and Palls”, Lizzie finally decided to make her escape to the restroom to refresh herself after all the insanity she had experienced. Gasping for breath in front of the smooth surface of the bathroom mirror, she sighed, and tried to let go of all the stress that was plaguing her.
Cre-e-e-e-a-k.
Lizzie jumped, heart pumping wildly. With a shock, she realized that several of the stalls had been occupied the entire time. Emerging from one stall was an obese and hairy middle-aged woman, looking exceptionally bad for any age, wearing purple tights and sporting purple hair as part of what could only be described as the most terrifying Demolicious cosplay of all time.
Lizzie hurtled out of the bathroom, never once looking back...or ahead.
Without warning, she found herself hurtling towards the floor. The ground seemed to travel towards her slowly and calmly, at a nice, slow walking pace. Although she tried to brace herself for impact, one thing was certain. She was going to hit. Hard.
Impact. A throbbing from her left forearm and knees told her she had escaped hitting her head, but had not escaped friction burns. Lying on the ground in pain, Lizzie gasped for air for several long moments. It was then she realized that she was not the only one sprawled out on the floor... there was a man, as well.
He was dressed like many of the people in the room, but unlike most of them, his costume seemed to be far more realistic. His face looked more worn, as well, reminding Lizzie of the many hours she had tolerated suffering through Amy's rants about the transforming power of makeup. It vaguely occurred to her that she was the reason they were both now lying prone on the floor.
“Excuse me,” she said, preparing to hurry away. But it was too late: a mob of people were pressing in on all sides, murmuring, squealing, babbling, cheering...a cacophony of excitement.
“Oh MY GOD it's HIM!” one girl cried.
“What did he FEEL like?” screamed another.
“PLZ HAV MA BABIZ” crooned a third.
“Ciao, mia bella.” the man purred smoothly to Lizzie, despite the hollow, metallic undertone to his voice. “Are you, by any chance, lost?”
“I'm fine, I just need to find my way back to the 'DaVinci and Palls' booth. My friend is meeting me there. Why don't all these stupid people move, anyway?”
“Well, for one thing, let me introduce myself. My name is Luigi DaVinci. How have you been enjoying my convention?”
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