09-10-2018, 02:36 AM
Unsurprisingly the poltergeist had blindsided yet again -- maybe he should get his vision checked out. Or allow his paranoia to take the reins again. Tumbling through the sand became tumbling in seafoam as a hefty force rammed into his ribs, knocking a pained wheeze from the boy. He couldn't dig his heels into the loose earth in time; either way, Beck was an easy pushover. Scrawny and undeveloped and beaten and starved. In short, pathetic. He could recall too many times rough hands lifting him by the tattered shirt collar or effortlessly scooping him up before he fought his way free.
The instant he was pinned and staring down at the submerged shore, panic stretched and clawed its way out of his chest in the form of a bubbling scream. The first time, Beck had hopelessly tried to hold his breath until his lungs collapsed from the strain and were forced to gulp down the river water dyed with his spilled blood. Yet one arm had been pressed behind his back before, twisted and immobilized. Now both were free to scrabble and thrash and scratch, one lashing out to cling to Caesar's wrist with pearly claws as his nose was rubbed in the seafloor while the other uselessly slipped in the sand when he tried to push himself back above the surface. It didn't take long for the boy to be sent into a frantic hysteria, fighting and flailing and writhing against the stronger feline. The salt water stung every inch of his airway even after he cut off his breathing and the constant lap of waves only unsteadied him more. The darkness of unwanted memories began to creep in on the edges of his vision -- in a final act of desperation, Beck twisted his hips around to the side, forcefully kicking out a hindfoot to where he assumed was between his attacker's back legs.
[align=center]»――➤The instant he was pinned and staring down at the submerged shore, panic stretched and clawed its way out of his chest in the form of a bubbling scream. The first time, Beck had hopelessly tried to hold his breath until his lungs collapsed from the strain and were forced to gulp down the river water dyed with his spilled blood. Yet one arm had been pressed behind his back before, twisted and immobilized. Now both were free to scrabble and thrash and scratch, one lashing out to cling to Caesar's wrist with pearly claws as his nose was rubbed in the seafloor while the other uselessly slipped in the sand when he tried to push himself back above the surface. It didn't take long for the boy to be sent into a frantic hysteria, fighting and flailing and writhing against the stronger feline. The salt water stung every inch of his airway even after he cut off his breathing and the constant lap of waves only unsteadied him more. The darkness of unwanted memories began to creep in on the edges of his vision -- in a final act of desperation, Beck twisted his hips around to the side, forcefully kicking out a hindfoot to where he assumed was between his attacker's back legs.