09-08-2019, 02:12 AM
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A soggy bush proved to be ineffective shelter from a deluge as raindrops continued to pelt the boy, thoroughly drenching him. But not even rain could rinse the sticky blood he seemed to be coated in so often, now intermingling with mud to plaster his front and underbelly even further. Beck did not notice the rain, however. With intact eye shut, he had crossed his arms over his chest in an awkward hug, digging needlepoint claws into bony shoulders as though the pricking sensation could keep him grounded. It wasn't real. It couldn't have been real. But at one point, everything he had seen was real. Or will be in due time. His stomach pretzeled around itself -- he gagged then hacked, a slurry of blood and bile slicking his busted chin. A whimper escaping him, the poltergeist tucked his head close to his chest, willing everything around him to disappear, himself included if he were lucky.
Fortune never wanted to be in his favor. The safeguard of nightshade was disturbed, a gentle voice calling to him. Before he could gasp in shock, paws gripped around his ribs and dragged him into the open. The urge to fight returned to him and prompted the boy to wiggle once more; yet the unexpected touch pinned his arms to his flanks and effectively restrained him. In spite of the assumed attacker's grip, he tried to thrash further, kicking at her belly but never connecting with the vulnerable area. The remaining layers of stitches tugged at flesh as Beck furiously struggled to free himself. He squirmed beneath her weight even after the sutures succumbed to his erratic movements, exposing pale blue viscera as though he newly arrived on Leroy's tired back all over again. Pain shot through his abdomen at this, distracting him enough to weaken his struggles. Through irregular wheezes, he panted as though his missing heart was keeping rhythm to a ballroom quickstep, his body still twitching like a rabbit caught in the jowls of a hound. As a pinprick pupil finally locked onto the face mouthing gibberish above him, lucidity could be seen chipping away at the mindless glaze clouding his halved vision. Confusion contorted his distressed features. Hurt? Then realizing the full extent of the damage he obtained, he sucked in a sharp breath through gritted teeth, cringing at his nerves firing pain signals every which way. How could he have been so stupid? Selby was going to have a heart attack --
Selby. The poltergeist's expression shattered as the sawbone's voice echoed over the gully. He couldn't be seen like this! Considering it was all he could do at the moment, Beck licked the inky blood flowing from his crooked nose before Selby hovered over him. But as the tabby approached, the boy's stare turned vacant once more, fixating on the nothingness looming over Selby. All of Moth's efforts to calm him seemed to be reversed as a fearful shriek broke through the howling wind and Beck resumed his struggling tenfold, writhing in the mud and flinging his upper half side to side. Without reason to his frantic actions, no one could have predicted when he abruptly jerked upwards, potentially smashing his forehead against Selby's jaw with an audible click of bone. Momentarily stunned by the impact, his eye flitted to the cloud-veiled sky and stretched wide as a flash of lightning outlined the silhouette of an elk above Selby, who seemed oblivious to the entity as he insisted on shoving herbs towards Beck. "Get away from him!" A strangled cry slipped from waterlogged lungs, his last word hiccuping as sobs wracked his frame. His face, previously screwed up in fright, distorted into one of volatile wrath aimed past Selby and he snarled, blood running past his top teeth, "You... you used me! I did everything for you and you used me!" Tossing his head back into the puddle, his frustration bubbled over the brim as globs of tears rolled down his intact cheek and he let out an anguished wail reminiscent of the screeching banshees from archaic folklore. Bael continued to whisper in his ears even after he flattened them to his skull, venomous words reducing him to nothing more than the state he nearly escaped moments ago: incoherently weeping, fiercely combative, and utterly hysteric.
Fortune never wanted to be in his favor. The safeguard of nightshade was disturbed, a gentle voice calling to him. Before he could gasp in shock, paws gripped around his ribs and dragged him into the open. The urge to fight returned to him and prompted the boy to wiggle once more; yet the unexpected touch pinned his arms to his flanks and effectively restrained him. In spite of the assumed attacker's grip, he tried to thrash further, kicking at her belly but never connecting with the vulnerable area. The remaining layers of stitches tugged at flesh as Beck furiously struggled to free himself. He squirmed beneath her weight even after the sutures succumbed to his erratic movements, exposing pale blue viscera as though he newly arrived on Leroy's tired back all over again. Pain shot through his abdomen at this, distracting him enough to weaken his struggles. Through irregular wheezes, he panted as though his missing heart was keeping rhythm to a ballroom quickstep, his body still twitching like a rabbit caught in the jowls of a hound. As a pinprick pupil finally locked onto the face mouthing gibberish above him, lucidity could be seen chipping away at the mindless glaze clouding his halved vision. Confusion contorted his distressed features. Hurt? Then realizing the full extent of the damage he obtained, he sucked in a sharp breath through gritted teeth, cringing at his nerves firing pain signals every which way. How could he have been so stupid? Selby was going to have a heart attack --
Selby. The poltergeist's expression shattered as the sawbone's voice echoed over the gully. He couldn't be seen like this! Considering it was all he could do at the moment, Beck licked the inky blood flowing from his crooked nose before Selby hovered over him. But as the tabby approached, the boy's stare turned vacant once more, fixating on the nothingness looming over Selby. All of Moth's efforts to calm him seemed to be reversed as a fearful shriek broke through the howling wind and Beck resumed his struggling tenfold, writhing in the mud and flinging his upper half side to side. Without reason to his frantic actions, no one could have predicted when he abruptly jerked upwards, potentially smashing his forehead against Selby's jaw with an audible click of bone. Momentarily stunned by the impact, his eye flitted to the cloud-veiled sky and stretched wide as a flash of lightning outlined the silhouette of an elk above Selby, who seemed oblivious to the entity as he insisted on shoving herbs towards Beck. "Get away from him!" A strangled cry slipped from waterlogged lungs, his last word hiccuping as sobs wracked his frame. His face, previously screwed up in fright, distorted into one of volatile wrath aimed past Selby and he snarled, blood running past his top teeth, "You... you used me! I did everything for you and you used me!" Tossing his head back into the puddle, his frustration bubbled over the brim as globs of tears rolled down his intact cheek and he let out an anguished wail reminiscent of the screeching banshees from archaic folklore. Bael continued to whisper in his ears even after he flattened them to his skull, venomous words reducing him to nothing more than the state he nearly escaped moments ago: incoherently weeping, fiercely combative, and utterly hysteric.