03-02-2019, 03:31 PM
The blood was warm, sickeningly so. His stomach twisted at the red slowly coagulated in the creases of his open palm, dripping down his wrist. As he stared at the nauseating crimson, a hum of static crackled between his ears, disrupting his thoughts with a hissed strand of words. Was that fun? Did you see how his guts fell out? Beck squeezed his eyes shut in a vain attempt to escape the voice. Why did you let the other two go? It hadn't gone away since... since -- Answer me! The boy winced under its harsh shriek, tearing his eyes away from his hand to sheepishly drift down at the muddy snow. He just needed to ignore it. Yeah, ignore it, then it would go away eventually. The hand free of blood crawled up to grip at his arm, searching for anything to grasp as even the snow threatened to blur into the venomous fuzz of the voice. Why won't you listen to me?
Rustling branches interrupted the static and Beck whipped around in time to glimpse a retreating tail. "Wait, where are you going?" came the instinctive plea before he realized it was most likely pointless. He relaxed his grip on his arm, almost dejectedly as his attention directed itself to the dead man standing between the fleeing creature and him. "I don't even get a 'thank you', huh?" he quipped to an absent audience, giving his blood-stained hand a shake then smearing it across his shirt front to try and clean it. Gratitude wasn't expected; he hardly anticipated a slight acknowledgment if he was truly honest with himself.
A sigh forced itself from waterlogged lungs. Beck's gaze snapped back to the corpse, red seeping from its side and into the grimy white beneath. His amber glare softened, yet not for the spilled life. Should he return the body to... wherever it came from? Oh, what the hell, he had nothing better to do anyway. Plus it would be funny to watch the reaction of whoever found the remains. The poltergeist moved to kneel by the dead man's punctured side, not minding the puddle of blood turning the snow to a sticky ruby-red as he studied the damage. His sword had been discarded beside him; Beck reached over the corpse's torso to hesitantly grab its blade, pulling it to his lap with some difficulty due to its surprising weight. After investigating the cheaply-forged metal and tracing its worn edge with a fingertip, he wobbled back to his feet and promptly kicked the worthless sword away, sending it into the wilted underbrush. Beck circled around to the man's legs, grabbing the body by its ankles and attempting to drag it through the slush. Only to fail miserably as he uselessly tugged on the body's legs, boots slipping in the ice.
[align=center]»――➤Rustling branches interrupted the static and Beck whipped around in time to glimpse a retreating tail. "Wait, where are you going?" came the instinctive plea before he realized it was most likely pointless. He relaxed his grip on his arm, almost dejectedly as his attention directed itself to the dead man standing between the fleeing creature and him. "I don't even get a 'thank you', huh?" he quipped to an absent audience, giving his blood-stained hand a shake then smearing it across his shirt front to try and clean it. Gratitude wasn't expected; he hardly anticipated a slight acknowledgment if he was truly honest with himself.
A sigh forced itself from waterlogged lungs. Beck's gaze snapped back to the corpse, red seeping from its side and into the grimy white beneath. His amber glare softened, yet not for the spilled life. Should he return the body to... wherever it came from? Oh, what the hell, he had nothing better to do anyway. Plus it would be funny to watch the reaction of whoever found the remains. The poltergeist moved to kneel by the dead man's punctured side, not minding the puddle of blood turning the snow to a sticky ruby-red as he studied the damage. His sword had been discarded beside him; Beck reached over the corpse's torso to hesitantly grab its blade, pulling it to his lap with some difficulty due to its surprising weight. After investigating the cheaply-forged metal and tracing its worn edge with a fingertip, he wobbled back to his feet and promptly kicked the worthless sword away, sending it into the wilted underbrush. Beck circled around to the man's legs, grabbing the body by its ankles and attempting to drag it through the slush. Only to fail miserably as he uselessly tugged on the body's legs, boots slipping in the ice.