04-23-2018, 12:33 AM
She wasn't even trying; this wasn't any fun. Clearly it wasn't for anyone else watching, the poltergeist scowling at their grim expressions from the corners of his narrowed vision. A part of his burning chest broke at the realization. They didn't get it, did they? They hadn't been hurt before to the point where revenge was your only motivation, your only thought, your only reason of existence. A thin, repressed voice in the back of his mind pleaded that Luna wasn't the source of his anger, but a chorus challenged back and drowned the reason out. Onlookers could see Beck's jaw clench as conflict contorted his freckled features. Cold amber eyes bore into her strikingly white fur, willing her to do something, anything other than a simple hiss. He wanted her to struggle and writhe like he had -- he would just have to take matters into his own hands.
His eyes still glued on Lunafreya, Beck's frigid paw lashed out to the taut rope's end next to him, paw pad sparking as he took the rope into his electrified grasp. It took a high voltage to turn the rope into an ideal conductor, his apparition distorting and faltering as the rope became a live wire. A live wire tied right around Luna's limbs -- no doubt she would end up as part of the circuit one way or another. Could the voltage fry her brain if it lasted too long? Beck couldn't care less. He was going to enjoy his little performance, even if nobody was brave enough to join in. But the typical expression of childish and sadistic glee that crossed his scarred face when one of his traps were triggered or when a passerby tripped and scraped their chin was absent, and twitches of guilt tugged at his replicated muscles. What's the matter, Becky, are ya getting soft? No, he wasn't. Then why did he yank his paw away from the electrified rope, interrupting the energy flow? The boy hesitated, observing any reaction, crackling paw hovering over the rope. A moment of self-induced paralysis as if he were waiting for a signal to shock her again. And a moment where one of the bystanders could finally step in to end the cruelty.
[align=center]»――➤His eyes still glued on Lunafreya, Beck's frigid paw lashed out to the taut rope's end next to him, paw pad sparking as he took the rope into his electrified grasp. It took a high voltage to turn the rope into an ideal conductor, his apparition distorting and faltering as the rope became a live wire. A live wire tied right around Luna's limbs -- no doubt she would end up as part of the circuit one way or another. Could the voltage fry her brain if it lasted too long? Beck couldn't care less. He was going to enjoy his little performance, even if nobody was brave enough to join in. But the typical expression of childish and sadistic glee that crossed his scarred face when one of his traps were triggered or when a passerby tripped and scraped their chin was absent, and twitches of guilt tugged at his replicated muscles. What's the matter, Becky, are ya getting soft? No, he wasn't. Then why did he yank his paw away from the electrified rope, interrupting the energy flow? The boy hesitated, observing any reaction, crackling paw hovering over the rope. A moment of self-induced paralysis as if he were waiting for a signal to shock her again. And a moment where one of the bystanders could finally step in to end the cruelty.