xiv. - [ VIDEO ]
[The video feed is dark; a haze filters through the shack. Bits of dust and wall are illuminated by a single lit flame near a makeshift table. Scraps of paper line the walls.]
[In an instant, something flashes across the screen. It's an object and it flies into the room. If one catches a glimpse, it looks like a slab of glass. It immediately shatters upon impact. From the inner workings of the shack, a voice rises.]
Morte. Deserto. Lo avete rubato tutto-! [The voice sounds a bit younger, a bit more strangled than Crocodile's usual tone. The video feed shifts and a rushing sound fills the silence. From the slits in the wood boards separating the living space from the next, sand begins to rush through. As it does, the voice becomes louder and a broken silhouette appears in the door frame connecting the two rooms.]
Gli mostrerò il timore. Emil Cervenka è guasto! [The figure stops in the frame and sways. It looks as though he only has one hand - if one looks closely, there is a healthy amount of blood covering the spot where the man first laid his hand.]
Crocodile.
[The dark figure sways and a sickening sort of laughter dribbles out. The floorboard creek and sand suddenly jumps up into the air.]
SABLES-!
[The figure stretches out a bloodied, ringed hand. The last thing caught in the feed is the formation of a contained sand tunnel bursting from the man's palm. It grows, swirling around the room until everything turns black.]
[In an instant, something flashes across the screen. It's an object and it flies into the room. If one catches a glimpse, it looks like a slab of glass. It immediately shatters upon impact. From the inner workings of the shack, a voice rises.]
Morte. Deserto. Lo avete rubato tutto-! [The voice sounds a bit younger, a bit more strangled than Crocodile's usual tone. The video feed shifts and a rushing sound fills the silence. From the slits in the wood boards separating the living space from the next, sand begins to rush through. As it does, the voice becomes louder and a broken silhouette appears in the door frame connecting the two rooms.]
Gli mostrerò il timore. Emil Cervenka è guasto! [The figure stops in the frame and sways. It looks as though he only has one hand - if one looks closely, there is a healthy amount of blood covering the spot where the man first laid his hand.]
Crocodile.
[The dark figure sways and a sickening sort of laughter dribbles out. The floorboard creek and sand suddenly jumps up into the air.]
SABLES-!
[The figure stretches out a bloodied, ringed hand. The last thing caught in the feed is the formation of a contained sand tunnel bursting from the man's palm. It grows, swirling around the room until everything turns black.]