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Re: Fill: 3b/? Beckoning
anonymous
January 1 2012, 04:05:06 UTC
(okay, here's some gore. Have fun.)
It was so easy to deal with them. His companion shifted and lengthened and bended itself into a fish of some sort with bulging eyes and sharp, sharp teeth while Kurt picked one of them - out of the five that they dealt with, Kurt picked the one that carved words into Kurt’s original body. His companion ripped the other four apart quickly, ripping arms and legs off and waiting for the bodies to either drown or bleed out, whichever happened first. And the boy Kurt was focused on thought himself lucky when he made it to shore, throwing himself onto land and throwing up, crying.
“What’s the matter, Jamie?” Kurt asked, coming to stand in front of the boy, smile plastered onto his face. Jamie Fleming was just one of the nameless jocks that stood by when Puck used to throw him in dumpsters, just a nameless jock that used to throw slushies in his face and call him names. Until one night he drank too much and offered his car for a rousing game of “kidnap and beat the gay kid in the woods just outside of Lima”. Then he transitioned from nameless jock into prey, because he was always going to get payback for his actions.
Jamie was looking up at him now, horror showing in his features and shaking.
“Are you scared, Jamie?” Kurt asked, crouching down to be level with the other boy. The boy made a sound, but doesn’t move, too scared to even think about flight or fight. Kurt laughed and reached out to gently touch the boy’s face.
And Jamie leap to his feet and dashed around Kurt. Kurt stood up slowly, lets Jamie run, lets him think he has a chance to get away. His companion lifts itself out of the water, shifting again to a dark silhouette with two legs, two arms, and a head. Kurt’s companion doesn’t like to use its natural form on these shores, not when its human counterpart was alive and walking around.
This is fun, mine. Did you hear them scream when I bit into the first one? When they saw me coming for them and realized they couldn’t make it to shore? You should have tasted their fear, mine, it was delicious.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself.” Kurt said, turning to follow after Jamie.
It was so easy to deal with them. His companion shifted and lengthened and bended itself into a fish of some sort with bulging eyes and sharp, sharp teeth while Kurt picked one of them - out of the five that they dealt with, Kurt picked the one that carved words into Kurt’s original body. His companion ripped the other four apart quickly, ripping arms and legs off and waiting for the bodies to either drown or bleed out, whichever happened first. And the boy Kurt was focused on thought himself lucky when he made it to shore, throwing himself onto land and throwing up, crying.
“What’s the matter, Jamie?” Kurt asked, coming to stand in front of the boy, smile plastered onto his face. Jamie Fleming was just one of the nameless jocks that stood by when Puck used to throw him in dumpsters, just a nameless jock that used to throw slushies in his face and call him names. Until one night he drank too much and offered his car for a rousing game of “kidnap and beat the gay kid in the woods just outside of Lima”. Then he transitioned from nameless jock into prey, because he was always going to get payback for his actions.
Jamie was looking up at him now, horror showing in his features and shaking.
“Are you scared, Jamie?” Kurt asked, crouching down to be level with the other boy. The boy made a sound, but doesn’t move, too scared to even think about flight or fight. Kurt laughed and reached out to gently touch the boy’s face.
And Jamie leap to his feet and dashed around Kurt. Kurt stood up slowly, lets Jamie run, lets him think he has a chance to get away. His companion lifts itself out of the water, shifting again to a dark silhouette with two legs, two arms, and a head. Kurt’s companion doesn’t like to use its natural form on these shores, not when its human counterpart was alive and walking around.
This is fun, mine. Did you hear them scream when I bit into the first one? When they saw me coming for them and realized they couldn’t make it to shore? You should have tasted their fear, mine, it was delicious.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself.” Kurt said, turning to follow after Jamie.
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