Atarashii
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HEY HEY, BIG 'OL WARNING. LOTS OF SELF DESTRUCTIVE MANNERISMS AND OTHER LIKE THINGS ARE PRESENT.
READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION, PEACE.
Ubel frowned, his grip tightening on Jacques hand. "Sol always gave me the creeps, talk about being Ruthven being Narfi's lapdog, this scum is the bottom of the barrel in anything." he scoffed, "Let's just check though. He has that face...Definitely up to no good.." Both of them crept towards the ledge once they saw Sol leave the area. Ubel was the first one to reach the ledge, quickly swimming over and peering into the darkness. Not seeing much until he gasped, backing away quickly. In shock before returning, grabbing Jacques's arm. "IT'S WAVERLY!!" He shouted, pointing at the slight glimmer of scales in the darkness. "THAT ASSHOLE PUSHED HIM IN!!!" He shouted, grabbing Jacques and shaking him. "WHAT DO WE DO??? WE BOTH CAN'T JUST GO IN THERE!! THE PRESSURE WOULD KILL US BOTH!!" He shouted.
Ubel ran back and forth, he couldn't ask Narfi. That would be the worst decision he would ever make in his life. Nope, not happening. He could ask a fellow fish that lived in the Ghetto that is also accustomed to the pressure of the midnight zone but who could he ask on such short notice? And he hates the Ghetto with all his life. Blegh, why was he even thinking of that? Wait...what was he thinking about...WAVERLY!! THATS RIGHT!!! Ubel quickly shot out of his shocked expression, peering over the edge and seeing Waverly sink deeper and deeper. That kid wouldn't even survive. Heck he would be mauled before he reached the ground. What was he thinking?! It's now or never!! He isn't going to let some kid waste his life away as fish meat!! He took a deep breath, turning to Jacques for one final glance before jumping down into the chasm.
His skin felt tight and it felt like needles were embedding in his skin as he dived deeper. He wanted to turn back, his instincts screamed at him but he wasn't going to give up so easily, this is someones life on the line. If he dies, at least he died trying. As he kept descending down, he lost visual track of Waverly which caused his nerves and anxiety to sky rocket. What if he was too late? What if someone got to Waverly first? Was he really doing this self sacrifice move for some kid he barely knew? Was he risking his life, his future. For this kid that he called pathetic? If he was, was he out of his mind?!! Ubel, not happy with the conflicting voices in his head, shooed them quickly away. Moving his hands around wildly in hopes to be able to grasp onto something, or someone.
Akijan was sitting on the ground of the chasm. The pressure slowly felt like it was caving his insides in but he paid no mind. As for all, he had something else to take his mind away from the excruciating pain and heartache. Meat. He smelled blood, as soon as he exited the caverns. He was drawn to it, and with some searching had found a dying fish that had been left floating aimlessly in the abyss. He snapped it up before any other predator swimming in the waters could. He needed it, usually he wouldn't be craving meat as he had feasted just one night ago. But recent events made his hunger for the blood and the rich meat rise to the point he was dying to get his hands on anything that would fulfill his thirst.
He was getting through the meat and flesh, tearing through the bone like it was nothing. He lost himself to lust and the overwhelming taste, how he craved it for so long. And now he has it. His hands were bloodied, sending waves of blood through the water. It attracted some sharks and other carnivorous animals but one look made them back away and find an easier meal. He felt drunk, dazed over the smell and the texture on his mouth. Normally he felt disgusted and downright shamed about doing this and acting so revolting and distasteful but he could care less. The taste mingled with his bring, sharpening his senses and making him sensitive to any movement. Including a helpless fish with blood lingering on their glittering scales.
He quickly shoved his meal aside, wanting a taste of a fish that he could sense through the water, struggling but failing. His eyes glowed a faint red, mouth and hands stained with blood as well as his razor sharp teeth showing. A feature he keeps hidden with limited open mouth movement. His hands moved across the water, the pain of the water depth long forgotten. He had another meal to look forward to, what luck. He kept swimming forward with ease, getting closer to the thrashing fish. The blood just on the tip of his tongue, so close. He could taste it through the water. His hand latched onto Waverly's arm. Blinded by his desire for something fresh. A mermaid it seems, with a rare colour pattern. Oh how delicious this will be...
Akijan portrayed a sadistic smile, his hands moving over the gag and the chain. "Someone tied you up...didn't they." He smirked. "How cruel of a fate...how cruel indeed..." He was about to start at the limb, mouth raised over the arm that he held firm in his hand when he noticed something he hadn't noticed before, the face of the fish he was about to devour. As soon as he saw the scar and the eyes, his face dropped. His skin felt cold and clammy, his heart froze to a stop. Waverly...Waverly. He was about to eat Waverly. Waverly. Waverly. The name repeated itself in his head, the sounds pounding in his skull. He felt like he couldn't breathe. He really couldn't. His throat ran dry, and his lungs ached. What has he done?
Akijan snapped out of it, covering his mouth. He was going to throw up, the bile rose up in his mouth. Mixing with the blood and the flesh that he once tasted with relish. He let go of Waverly. Backing away before realising, if he wasn't going to eat Waverly. Someone else will. He quickly swam up to the surface, his senses were still sharp so he spotted Ubel slowly descending down, using his arms. He thrust Waverly up to Ubel who caught him, surprised to see an unharmed Waverly rushing at him out of nowhere at full force. Ubel grabbed Waverly's arms and using the rest of his strength, made his way back up. He tossed Waverly to Jacques as soon as he saw him and he himself climbed from the abyss. Exhausted and close to fainting.
Akijan covered his mouth as soon as he let go of Waverly, vomit filled his hand with a warmth that made him gag. He felt despair overcoming his body, his release that he held dear to him. Gone just like that. He hoped Waverly didn't know who he was, but he knew. He knew that a face like his, crazed eyes and blood stained mouth. Would not be a face easily forgotten. Oh the horror that befell on him. WIth his demented state gone, the pain of the water settled in. Making a home beneath his skin, twisting his bones so they felt close to snapping. Skin feeling tight and unease washing over him.
He wanted to die, he needed to die. He can't look at Waverly's face again. And he most definitely can't let Waverly see him either. Imagine, someone that told you that they were going to protect you. Was about to devour you with no remorse. He would never live it down. He would never. He never wanted to cause any of this, he never wanted to hurt anyone. He didn't know. He didn't know anything. He knew Narfi wouldn't be pleased with Waverly but he didn't know Narfi wouldn't say anything. His breathing became rapid and sporadic, he was out of control this time. He dug himself a hole he couldn't swim out of. He lost himself to his fantasies and delusions. He was a monster. He is a monster. His cravings were kept on the down low and very restrained. But now. What was he now? Just another predator, who feasts for their own pleasure.
His anxiety heightened when he heard a voice. Perhaps more if he listened hard enough. Not now, not here. Not ever. He scrambled from his feet, looking for something. His mind going blank, all that could be found was "Kill yourself you monster." It repeated inside his head, drowning out all other thoughts. He ran his hands through his hair, eyes blinking rapidly before settling on a small object, laying near him. A huge stone with a sharpened edge. His smile grew and grew. He reached for it, grasping and tightening his grip. Making the edges cut into his palm. He was never like this, never in his life. Never even thought about being self destructive, but now. With it being so close to him, it was the only thing on his mind.
He brought the dagger close and pressed it against his neck, so close...he could taste it. Ignoring the whispers surrounding him, ignoring them all. It was only him. Only him. Only him. Only...him. His face twisted in mild discomfort, getting small second thoughts. Before he could do anything though, his arm was jerked away. He still held onto the stone though, his only hope of freedom. He could feel gashes being ripped into his skin, who was this? He wondered. The pain was searing through his skin but...it felt nice. Like he was finally getting a release. But why? I mean. Was there much to say? He was alone in the midnight zone, filled with creatures of all shapes and sizes. Most much larger and stronger than him but he didn't have to think much more. For he felt his life fading away as his arm was ripped from his body and chest being pierced with the same stone that he would end his life with. Oh humanity, forgive me. Malgosia. Mother of pearls. Another child of yours has perished beyond the mortal realm. Fallen from grace, forevermore, may he lay in pieces.
READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION, PEACE.
Ubel frowned, his grip tightening on Jacques hand. "Sol always gave me the creeps, talk about being Ruthven being Narfi's lapdog, this scum is the bottom of the barrel in anything." he scoffed, "Let's just check though. He has that face...Definitely up to no good.." Both of them crept towards the ledge once they saw Sol leave the area. Ubel was the first one to reach the ledge, quickly swimming over and peering into the darkness. Not seeing much until he gasped, backing away quickly. In shock before returning, grabbing Jacques's arm. "IT'S WAVERLY!!" He shouted, pointing at the slight glimmer of scales in the darkness. "THAT ASSHOLE PUSHED HIM IN!!!" He shouted, grabbing Jacques and shaking him. "WHAT DO WE DO??? WE BOTH CAN'T JUST GO IN THERE!! THE PRESSURE WOULD KILL US BOTH!!" He shouted.
Ubel ran back and forth, he couldn't ask Narfi. That would be the worst decision he would ever make in his life. Nope, not happening. He could ask a fellow fish that lived in the Ghetto that is also accustomed to the pressure of the midnight zone but who could he ask on such short notice? And he hates the Ghetto with all his life. Blegh, why was he even thinking of that? Wait...what was he thinking about...WAVERLY!! THATS RIGHT!!! Ubel quickly shot out of his shocked expression, peering over the edge and seeing Waverly sink deeper and deeper. That kid wouldn't even survive. Heck he would be mauled before he reached the ground. What was he thinking?! It's now or never!! He isn't going to let some kid waste his life away as fish meat!! He took a deep breath, turning to Jacques for one final glance before jumping down into the chasm.
His skin felt tight and it felt like needles were embedding in his skin as he dived deeper. He wanted to turn back, his instincts screamed at him but he wasn't going to give up so easily, this is someones life on the line. If he dies, at least he died trying. As he kept descending down, he lost visual track of Waverly which caused his nerves and anxiety to sky rocket. What if he was too late? What if someone got to Waverly first? Was he really doing this self sacrifice move for some kid he barely knew? Was he risking his life, his future. For this kid that he called pathetic? If he was, was he out of his mind?!! Ubel, not happy with the conflicting voices in his head, shooed them quickly away. Moving his hands around wildly in hopes to be able to grasp onto something, or someone.
Akijan was sitting on the ground of the chasm. The pressure slowly felt like it was caving his insides in but he paid no mind. As for all, he had something else to take his mind away from the excruciating pain and heartache. Meat. He smelled blood, as soon as he exited the caverns. He was drawn to it, and with some searching had found a dying fish that had been left floating aimlessly in the abyss. He snapped it up before any other predator swimming in the waters could. He needed it, usually he wouldn't be craving meat as he had feasted just one night ago. But recent events made his hunger for the blood and the rich meat rise to the point he was dying to get his hands on anything that would fulfill his thirst.
He was getting through the meat and flesh, tearing through the bone like it was nothing. He lost himself to lust and the overwhelming taste, how he craved it for so long. And now he has it. His hands were bloodied, sending waves of blood through the water. It attracted some sharks and other carnivorous animals but one look made them back away and find an easier meal. He felt drunk, dazed over the smell and the texture on his mouth. Normally he felt disgusted and downright shamed about doing this and acting so revolting and distasteful but he could care less. The taste mingled with his bring, sharpening his senses and making him sensitive to any movement. Including a helpless fish with blood lingering on their glittering scales.
He quickly shoved his meal aside, wanting a taste of a fish that he could sense through the water, struggling but failing. His eyes glowed a faint red, mouth and hands stained with blood as well as his razor sharp teeth showing. A feature he keeps hidden with limited open mouth movement. His hands moved across the water, the pain of the water depth long forgotten. He had another meal to look forward to, what luck. He kept swimming forward with ease, getting closer to the thrashing fish. The blood just on the tip of his tongue, so close. He could taste it through the water. His hand latched onto Waverly's arm. Blinded by his desire for something fresh. A mermaid it seems, with a rare colour pattern. Oh how delicious this will be...
Akijan portrayed a sadistic smile, his hands moving over the gag and the chain. "Someone tied you up...didn't they." He smirked. "How cruel of a fate...how cruel indeed..." He was about to start at the limb, mouth raised over the arm that he held firm in his hand when he noticed something he hadn't noticed before, the face of the fish he was about to devour. As soon as he saw the scar and the eyes, his face dropped. His skin felt cold and clammy, his heart froze to a stop. Waverly...Waverly. He was about to eat Waverly. Waverly. Waverly. The name repeated itself in his head, the sounds pounding in his skull. He felt like he couldn't breathe. He really couldn't. His throat ran dry, and his lungs ached. What has he done?
Akijan snapped out of it, covering his mouth. He was going to throw up, the bile rose up in his mouth. Mixing with the blood and the flesh that he once tasted with relish. He let go of Waverly. Backing away before realising, if he wasn't going to eat Waverly. Someone else will. He quickly swam up to the surface, his senses were still sharp so he spotted Ubel slowly descending down, using his arms. He thrust Waverly up to Ubel who caught him, surprised to see an unharmed Waverly rushing at him out of nowhere at full force. Ubel grabbed Waverly's arms and using the rest of his strength, made his way back up. He tossed Waverly to Jacques as soon as he saw him and he himself climbed from the abyss. Exhausted and close to fainting.
Akijan covered his mouth as soon as he let go of Waverly, vomit filled his hand with a warmth that made him gag. He felt despair overcoming his body, his release that he held dear to him. Gone just like that. He hoped Waverly didn't know who he was, but he knew. He knew that a face like his, crazed eyes and blood stained mouth. Would not be a face easily forgotten. Oh the horror that befell on him. WIth his demented state gone, the pain of the water settled in. Making a home beneath his skin, twisting his bones so they felt close to snapping. Skin feeling tight and unease washing over him.
He wanted to die, he needed to die. He can't look at Waverly's face again. And he most definitely can't let Waverly see him either. Imagine, someone that told you that they were going to protect you. Was about to devour you with no remorse. He would never live it down. He would never. He never wanted to cause any of this, he never wanted to hurt anyone. He didn't know. He didn't know anything. He knew Narfi wouldn't be pleased with Waverly but he didn't know Narfi wouldn't say anything. His breathing became rapid and sporadic, he was out of control this time. He dug himself a hole he couldn't swim out of. He lost himself to his fantasies and delusions. He was a monster. He is a monster. His cravings were kept on the down low and very restrained. But now. What was he now? Just another predator, who feasts for their own pleasure.
His anxiety heightened when he heard a voice. Perhaps more if he listened hard enough. Not now, not here. Not ever. He scrambled from his feet, looking for something. His mind going blank, all that could be found was "Kill yourself you monster." It repeated inside his head, drowning out all other thoughts. He ran his hands through his hair, eyes blinking rapidly before settling on a small object, laying near him. A huge stone with a sharpened edge. His smile grew and grew. He reached for it, grasping and tightening his grip. Making the edges cut into his palm. He was never like this, never in his life. Never even thought about being self destructive, but now. With it being so close to him, it was the only thing on his mind.
He brought the dagger close and pressed it against his neck, so close...he could taste it. Ignoring the whispers surrounding him, ignoring them all. It was only him. Only him. Only him. Only...him. His face twisted in mild discomfort, getting small second thoughts. Before he could do anything though, his arm was jerked away. He still held onto the stone though, his only hope of freedom. He could feel gashes being ripped into his skin, who was this? He wondered. The pain was searing through his skin but...it felt nice. Like he was finally getting a release. But why? I mean. Was there much to say? He was alone in the midnight zone, filled with creatures of all shapes and sizes. Most much larger and stronger than him but he didn't have to think much more. For he felt his life fading away as his arm was ripped from his body and chest being pierced with the same stone that he would end his life with. Oh humanity, forgive me. Malgosia. Mother of pearls. Another child of yours has perished beyond the mortal realm. Fallen from grace, forevermore, may he lay in pieces.