Night 59: West Wing, South Hall 1-A
[Coming from here.]
Daemon glided out into the wider corridor and paused for a moment, letting Renji join him, taking a moment to probe the shadows with his senses, looking for anything out of the norm. There was a tingle down his spine, the sensation of being watched, though he couldn't find its exact location, just the knowledge that it was ( Read more... )
Daemon glided out into the wider corridor and paused for a moment, letting Renji join him, taking a moment to probe the shadows with his senses, looking for anything out of the norm. There was a tingle down his spine, the sensation of being watched, though he couldn't find its exact location, just the knowledge that it was ( Read more... )
It was for that reason that he delivered a swift, precise kick to the creature's neck, mercifully ending its life within a split second. Once it collapsed onto the floor, the Vulcan turned toward the boy, who was standing over the injured being.
...He wasn't wearing any pants, Spock observed with a raised eyebrow. Somehow, that didn't surprise him as much as it probably should have. He would have asked about the circumstances behind his current attire, but now was hardly the time.
"Goku," he quietly said, approaching him. "It is unwise to stay here for much longer."
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"I dunno what ta do," he confessed. His big black eyes went back to the injured monster on the floor. It flailed without any kind of plan or destination. All it knew was that it needed to get away from the pain.
It probably sounded very unusual from a boy who lived only to fight, but this wasn't a fight any longer. Goku appreciated a fair fight and this was no longer one. The creature couldn't even get back on its feet, let alone defend itself. Killing here wasn't necessary. It had lost, there was no reason to continue, but it didn't feel right to leave. He had never experienced pain like this. Was it treatable? Shouldn't it be able to walk it off like most of his opponents and run for cover?
"It keeps crying..." And Goku wasn't sure what to do.
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The boy was understandably unsettled by the creature's suffering. Despite his violent problem-solving methods, Goku was still apparently capable of respecting life. That was not a weakness, but when clouded by emotions it could bring a person to prolong unnecessary suffering.
"It is in pain," Spock agreed, his voice calm and even. "If you leave, I will see to it."
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After one last look at the poor creature, the young boy turned around and waddled off, away from Spock and the corpses that had fallen all around them. He bid his friend farewell with a "Peace!" and quickly scooted down the hallway on little bare legs, his tail twitching back and forth without a care.
It wasn't long before his voice could be heard howling and beating at some new and unlucky monster that landed between him and his destination.
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Although he would have liked to have been more familiar with the creature's anatomy in order to better provide for a painless death, Spock would, unfortunately, have to make his best estimate. He set down his equipment. Mouth faintly tightening, Spock reached down with pale hands and held the crying being in place. Then, with a swift movement and a faint crunch, he twisted its neck. It grew silent and fell still ( ... )
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