JokerValentine
We Out
McMajestic
The human managed to dip just out of sight from the throng below. And there he waited, in the shadows of the walkway. He heard the steps approach, slowly climbing. He waited, preparing himself mentally. But then he heard the voice. The one he had just talked to, of course it just had to be that way. But he had the upper hand, he had stealth. He knew where she was, but not vice versa. As she approached, closer, and then closer, the door began to creak. Almost there, or so he thought. Slowly, he removed the bag from his pocket, the salt from the pretzel ready to pop from the pressure. It would be very painful, maybe even deadly, if he detonated it on her. And by detonate, he meant slam the bag with a pop and send the salt crystals into her lungs and eyeballs. Boy would she bleed.
But instead, he waited for her to enter, and right then and there, he made his move swiftly. He grabbed her by her shirt, pulling her by her neck and quickly rapping his forearm around her. Then, he held the bag of salt to her head, as if it were a gun. "Don't scream," Felix said with a whisper of authority, "I don't know what you are, kid, but what I know is that you're no cop. And here you are, trying to gorge yourself on it with your posse. Tell me everything, and I'll let you live."
The human managed to dip just out of sight from the throng below. And there he waited, in the shadows of the walkway. He heard the steps approach, slowly climbing. He waited, preparing himself mentally. But then he heard the voice. The one he had just talked to, of course it just had to be that way. But he had the upper hand, he had stealth. He knew where she was, but not vice versa. As she approached, closer, and then closer, the door began to creak. Almost there, or so he thought. Slowly, he removed the bag from his pocket, the salt from the pretzel ready to pop from the pressure. It would be very painful, maybe even deadly, if he detonated it on her. And by detonate, he meant slam the bag with a pop and send the salt crystals into her lungs and eyeballs. Boy would she bleed.
But instead, he waited for her to enter, and right then and there, he made his move swiftly. He grabbed her by her shirt, pulling her by her neck and quickly rapping his forearm around her. Then, he held the bag of salt to her head, as if it were a gun. "Don't scream," Felix said with a whisper of authority, "I don't know what you are, kid, but what I know is that you're no cop. And here you are, trying to gorge yourself on it with your posse. Tell me everything, and I'll let you live."