Hunter Townhouse, in the basement
He'd started off prowling through the yard. Prowling, and striking out at a tree-trunk -- hands crooked like claws tearing furrows in the bark -- and wondering why, why this had to happen.
It didn't seem fair, didn't seem right. What had he done?
What would he do now?
Spotting something gleaming dully in the grass, a tiny bit of mettool's helmet, brought a strangled growl to his throat and the drive to get back indoors.
He headed straight for the lowest level of the townhouse, where Rock had worked and laired and kept himself and all his work tucked away --
Bare. Nothing but the medical equipment; there was not a trace of him to be found, barely a lingering scent remaining. He had gone, really gone, had meant it ...
Crouching on the tiled floor, Nightmare shook for a moment.
Then he howled, a near-animal scream of confusion and denial.
It didn't seem fair, didn't seem right. What had he done?
What would he do now?
Spotting something gleaming dully in the grass, a tiny bit of mettool's helmet, brought a strangled growl to his throat and the drive to get back indoors.
He headed straight for the lowest level of the townhouse, where Rock had worked and laired and kept himself and all his work tucked away --
Bare. Nothing but the medical equipment; there was not a trace of him to be found, barely a lingering scent remaining. He had gone, really gone, had meant it ...
Crouching on the tiled floor, Nightmare shook for a moment.
Then he howled, a near-animal scream of confusion and denial.