07-01-2019, 12:01 AM
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He didn't expect an audience. Nor the fiery sensation biting at his arm now that his task was complete. Beck tore his gaze from the first onlooker -- one he failed to recognize -- and glowered at the dark gash parting his false fur and skin. He had learned to grow quite accustomed to pain in life, and while a slight mishap rendered him numb, he hadn't anticipated his system to recover this soon. Even so, death still dulled his senses. He swiped a clammy tongue along the wound once before twisting his head to study the little fox as she spoke.
"Why don't'cha go chew someone else's ear?" the poltergeist grumbled in response, retrieving his discarded bandaging. Witnesses to his petty crime would undoubtedly result in someone snitching to Crow, ruining his fun in one fell swoop. Naturally, Arrow joined the rookie's side, a sight for sore eyes at the worst of times. Beck rolled his eyes. He wasn't being mean. Was he? A little bit of amusement never hurt anyone. Or more accurately, never hurt him. His familiar wheezy snicker echoed from his throat as he turned to depart the scene, a limp more prominent than before.
The scent of pine and blight drifted from behind. The poltergeist froze in his tracks, his apparition bristling and distorting for a fraction of a second as he felt Crow's green gaze scorch his back. You idiot. Rather than confronting the tabby, Beck relapsed to his first and foremost instinct -- he ran. For a dead kid, Beck proved to be surprisingly quick on his feet, breaking into a frenzied dash for the safety of a neighboring porch. Crow either had the skillful aim of a sharpshooter or the extraordinary luck of a lottery winner. The stone found its target, colliding with the boy's broken ankle. Pain as grievous as when the joint was first twisted and twisted until bone splintered racked his leg, and Beck stumbled.
His chin hit the dirt with a soft thud, failing to recover before paws pinned him to the grassy earth. Beck thrashed and writhed and kicked under Crow's weight in vain. Yet his mouth remained tightly clamped, lips peeling to force a grin as questions were spat down at him. He stopped his struggling at Crow's final biting words, dark eyes glancing from his squished position to scan his onlookers. Why not give them a show? Beck swiveled his head over his shoulder to glare at Crow from the corner of his vision, only for a breathless chuckle to escape his mouth. With the soft sound, a dam crumbled and manic laughter burbled forth. Shrill cackling filled the air as the poltergeist lapsed into uncontrollable giggling that rattled with sticky wetness from deep within his chest. His ribs ached like hell, his sides felt like splitting at the seams, but he only continued to choke on his own mocking laughter.
It was too late. The damage had been done. And he was getting the attention he so desperately craved.
"Why don't'cha go chew someone else's ear?" the poltergeist grumbled in response, retrieving his discarded bandaging. Witnesses to his petty crime would undoubtedly result in someone snitching to Crow, ruining his fun in one fell swoop. Naturally, Arrow joined the rookie's side, a sight for sore eyes at the worst of times. Beck rolled his eyes. He wasn't being mean. Was he? A little bit of amusement never hurt anyone. Or more accurately, never hurt him. His familiar wheezy snicker echoed from his throat as he turned to depart the scene, a limp more prominent than before.
The scent of pine and blight drifted from behind. The poltergeist froze in his tracks, his apparition bristling and distorting for a fraction of a second as he felt Crow's green gaze scorch his back. You idiot. Rather than confronting the tabby, Beck relapsed to his first and foremost instinct -- he ran. For a dead kid, Beck proved to be surprisingly quick on his feet, breaking into a frenzied dash for the safety of a neighboring porch. Crow either had the skillful aim of a sharpshooter or the extraordinary luck of a lottery winner. The stone found its target, colliding with the boy's broken ankle. Pain as grievous as when the joint was first twisted and twisted until bone splintered racked his leg, and Beck stumbled.
His chin hit the dirt with a soft thud, failing to recover before paws pinned him to the grassy earth. Beck thrashed and writhed and kicked under Crow's weight in vain. Yet his mouth remained tightly clamped, lips peeling to force a grin as questions were spat down at him. He stopped his struggling at Crow's final biting words, dark eyes glancing from his squished position to scan his onlookers. Why not give them a show? Beck swiveled his head over his shoulder to glare at Crow from the corner of his vision, only for a breathless chuckle to escape his mouth. With the soft sound, a dam crumbled and manic laughter burbled forth. Shrill cackling filled the air as the poltergeist lapsed into uncontrollable giggling that rattled with sticky wetness from deep within his chest. His ribs ached like hell, his sides felt like splitting at the seams, but he only continued to choke on his own mocking laughter.
It was too late. The damage had been done. And he was getting the attention he so desperately craved.