And thus, Death is contained
characters: Kevin, soldiers, etc
location: Down in the city
time: mid-morning
rating: PG-13 (LOTS of death)
open/closed: Closed
summary: He shouldn't have gone walking, but the hunger needed fed, and there were too many tempting targets.
He probably shouldn't have come down into the city, but he couldn't help but need away from the confines of the air ship for a little while. Too cramped, too close, and they were people that were doing the right thing that didn't need to die.
His hunger was getting too much again. Needed away, to assuage it in a manner where the ones that he had partnered with wouldn't be in danger.
That meant going into the city, and watching the walking corpses as they bustled past him, uncaring of the reaper walking among them. Maybe they shouldn't care. The soldiers - from everything he'd gleaned - were far scarier than a plain looking boy dressed in heavy clothing.
He'd come down here to feed, but he hadn't really expected to find such prime targets.
They were harassing an old lady who cowered away from them, wanting nothing more than to go on her own way. Invading soldiers, apparently, couldn't allow a thing like that. And Kevin couldn't allow an old lady to be harassed for just trying to live.
Instead of thinking, he let the hunger take him and pulled off his gloves, stuffing them in his pockets. "'Scuse me, ma'am." He said, politely, drawing their attention to him. "I'm real sorry ya gotta see this."
Kevin dashed forward, and grabbed one soldier around the throat, twisting an arm behind his back. His hand covered the man's face, and he felt the thrill sing through him, as the man crumpled to a dried out husk.
"Run ma'am." He said to the old woman, as he and the other soldier stared at each other. Kevin shrugged out of his heavy coat, and pulled up the sleeves of his shirt, exposing more inches of deadly skin.
The soldier charged him, and Kevin side-stepped, hearing the man call for reinforcements. He grabbed the man, repeating the procedure, just as more soldiers began to arrive.
That was when the fight got ugly. Soldiers arrived, surrounding him, and the fight for his life - and theirs - began.
He didn't have time to take someone down to a dried out husk. Instead, he settled for maiming. A hand here, a face there. Bruises began blossoming on his body as the soldiers took exception to him killing their comrades.
His elbow slammed into someone's nose, hot, red blood fountaining in an instant, and the flesh withering at the same time. A blow to the jaw knocked Kevin off, and he spat out blood, a smile - black, cruel, unleashed - curling his lips.
Without saying a word, he attacked again.
location: Down in the city
time: mid-morning
rating: PG-13 (LOTS of death)
open/closed: Closed
summary: He shouldn't have gone walking, but the hunger needed fed, and there were too many tempting targets.
He probably shouldn't have come down into the city, but he couldn't help but need away from the confines of the air ship for a little while. Too cramped, too close, and they were people that were doing the right thing that didn't need to die.
His hunger was getting too much again. Needed away, to assuage it in a manner where the ones that he had partnered with wouldn't be in danger.
That meant going into the city, and watching the walking corpses as they bustled past him, uncaring of the reaper walking among them. Maybe they shouldn't care. The soldiers - from everything he'd gleaned - were far scarier than a plain looking boy dressed in heavy clothing.
He'd come down here to feed, but he hadn't really expected to find such prime targets.
They were harassing an old lady who cowered away from them, wanting nothing more than to go on her own way. Invading soldiers, apparently, couldn't allow a thing like that. And Kevin couldn't allow an old lady to be harassed for just trying to live.
Instead of thinking, he let the hunger take him and pulled off his gloves, stuffing them in his pockets. "'Scuse me, ma'am." He said, politely, drawing their attention to him. "I'm real sorry ya gotta see this."
Kevin dashed forward, and grabbed one soldier around the throat, twisting an arm behind his back. His hand covered the man's face, and he felt the thrill sing through him, as the man crumpled to a dried out husk.
"Run ma'am." He said to the old woman, as he and the other soldier stared at each other. Kevin shrugged out of his heavy coat, and pulled up the sleeves of his shirt, exposing more inches of deadly skin.
The soldier charged him, and Kevin side-stepped, hearing the man call for reinforcements. He grabbed the man, repeating the procedure, just as more soldiers began to arrive.
That was when the fight got ugly. Soldiers arrived, surrounding him, and the fight for his life - and theirs - began.
He didn't have time to take someone down to a dried out husk. Instead, he settled for maiming. A hand here, a face there. Bruises began blossoming on his body as the soldiers took exception to him killing their comrades.
His elbow slammed into someone's nose, hot, red blood fountaining in an instant, and the flesh withering at the same time. A blow to the jaw knocked Kevin off, and he spat out blood, a smile - black, cruel, unleashed - curling his lips.
Without saying a word, he attacked again.