WhiskeyMarten
The sun never sets on those who ride into it.
DARIUS KENNEDY
SCENE:
Dissonant Ichors
LOCATION:
Alleyway, East District
TIME:
Pre-Arc 1: December 21, 2020 -- Dusk
PARTICIPANTS:
Darius, Shen, Raph
DISSONANT ICHORS
His chest tightened, his limbs shook, his breathing stopped. This would be the end of Darius Kennedy, forgotten by all. Maybe God would strike him dead first in an act of mercy, so he wouldn’t have to endure the pain of being eaten. One could only hope. Darius closed his eyes. He saw nothing, none of the sounds around him were registering. The only sense keeping him tethered to the situation was the sour smell of the giant’s breath, but Darius didn’t even have the wherewithal to vomit. He felt giant fingertips brush against him, and then heard a crunch, and then a squelch.
Then the giant made its final sound and blood droplets splattered Darius from head to toe. He gasped, and opened his eyes, probably wishing he hadn’t.
“What-”
Darius took a step back, tripping on his own feet and falling on his butt. He looked up at Raph, and the puzzle pieces connected.
”Fun- You- We killed it…”
He got back to his feet, and brushed the snow off of his body.
”Thank you.”
Then, Darius froze in place again. He remembered the attitude before - this guy was not a friend, even if they were gang-mates. And this was FUN to him? No way.
”I gotta go. Back to HQ. Y’know, to report back to the boss. Bye.” He felt the need to run, the near-constant instinct that he’d been suppressing the entire time, but he stood in place instead. Still frozen from fear? Yes, but he felt obligated to stay, like he needed to be dismissed first. Like he was an unruly student, and Raph his teacher.
His chest tightened, his limbs shook, his breathing stopped. This would be the end of Darius Kennedy, forgotten by all. Maybe God would strike him dead first in an act of mercy, so he wouldn’t have to endure the pain of being eaten. One could only hope. Darius closed his eyes. He saw nothing, none of the sounds around him were registering. The only sense keeping him tethered to the situation was the sour smell of the giant’s breath, but Darius didn’t even have the wherewithal to vomit. He felt giant fingertips brush against him, and then heard a crunch, and then a squelch.
Then the giant made its final sound and blood droplets splattered Darius from head to toe. He gasped, and opened his eyes, probably wishing he hadn’t.
“What-”
Darius took a step back, tripping on his own feet and falling on his butt. He looked up at Raph, and the puzzle pieces connected.
”Fun- You- We killed it…”
He got back to his feet, and brushed the snow off of his body.
”Thank you.”
Then, Darius froze in place again. He remembered the attitude before - this guy was not a friend, even if they were gang-mates. And this was FUN to him? No way.
”I gotta go. Back to HQ. Y’know, to report back to the boss. Bye.” He felt the need to run, the near-constant instinct that he’d been suppressing the entire time, but he stood in place instead. Still frozen from fear? Yes, but he felt obligated to stay, like he needed to be dismissed first. Like he was an unruly student, and Raph his teacher.