HE DIDN’T MEAN TO .he never meant to ( wouldn’t hurt a fly ! ) , but then what’s this at his heels ? not a doll, not a mannequin , but warm flesh falling chill :HE DID THIS .stained cobble , put splatters of red on worn sneakers/ you could find peeks of his socks if you searched hard enough . he sees the gun focused on him . he knows he should care , but instincts win over what he’s learned: HE FEELS NOTHING ,NO FEAR , JUST STICKINESS CLINGING TO HIS SKIN .
“i . . . did , “ blood paints the backs of his teeth , begins to turn to crust ‘ neath his nails . he gnashes enamel , wincing at the tang of metal‘ gainst his tongue : he needs to be clean , wipe himself of this dirt . a lily need not concern itself with disgusting matters . he takes a handful of steps away from the corpse . “ i – i’m sorry,who are you ? “
———A FRUIT SEVERED FROM ITS STEM RARELY SMELLED OF ROT. stunted at its size, the flesh would eventually decay over time. the same often went for people, cliche as it was. a fresh corpse didn’t often smell, despite the poetic beliefs of fiction. the man, knowing this, didn’t bother to check for a pulse ; better to not leave fingerprints nor let his guard down.
❝ you did this? ❞ the questioning continued with gun drawn. it was hard to believe that the young man was capable of such a thing unarmed, to which the natural thought was to approach with the intent of searching him.
❝ it’s not important who i am — all i want to know is… did he hurt you? ❞
❝i’ve heard it all before. something like that wouldn’t frighten me.❞
———❝ IT’S NOT A MATTER OF FEAR. consider me a cautious person, but i like to have a plan in place when it comes to supernatural issues. ❞ he pushed his cigarette against the inside of the ashtray, lifting from his chair on the porch. the german hadn’t been back to new orleans since the hurricane; to him, the french quarter looked exactly how he’d last pictured it, almost two decades ago.
INTRIGUED is he , inching closer with acorn placed very gently into their palm . he does not KNOW what english exactly is , again , he is but an alien – one relatively NEW to earth . the concept of multiple languages existing on one planet seemed IMPOSSIBLE . “ . . english is ? ” && he then plops down next to them , STARING with wide eyes .
———WHAT WAS MORE CONFUSING THAN THE STATEMENT, was the fact he didn’t sense the other was lying. folding his paper over, the man held out an article before the stranger. it outlined the fiscal deficit and what it meant in relation to their trade partners; dull enough but above an elementary level of reading comprehension.
OH – clever , ‘course he shouldn’t expect things for free . how cruel was it of them though , dangling the cigarette over him like they were playing with some CAT . he huffs , hand moved to cup a pale cheek as eyes roll to the side in thought . “ mmm . . well , what do you want ? perhaps – a kiss on the cheek will suffice ? ”
———❝ AS NICE AS IT SOUNDS… i would not twist your arm for that. ❞ he lowered the coffin nail, handing it to beni as he moved to close the pack. offering his lighter, the man almost found it funny when he’d demonstrated his affinity to pyrokinesis not long ago.
———THOUGH HE HARDLY TRIED TO LOOK FOR TROUBLE, OFTEN TIMES IT CAME REGARDLESS. many evenings were spent cleaning up messes as they found their way into his line of sight. he would have never considered himself a vigilante, not when there was such a market for what they did for free. still, as the sounds of anguish grew nearer with each step, the man could not ignore the situation as it unfolded.
behind his helmet, the man turned the corner with gun raised. wordlessly, he managed to get his point across, weapon trained on the the only upright individual. beneath him, a body twice his size laid flat on its face, blood pooling at the vitals.
elliot stared on at the young man, eyes wide behind the visor. something seemed out of place here, a knife still folded neatly into the corpse’s palm, a strange emotion in the young man’s eyes.
———❝ YOU HAVE STRANGE THOUGHTS FOR A MAN IN YOUR OCCUPATION. why think it when you’ve lived it? ❞ plucking a cigarette from within the box, the man settled into the chair which he’d drawn from the table. it was just before evening, the sun already drawn past the shoreline, dusk beginning to take over the reddish hues of the sky.
❝ i’m still young, in relative terms ; i know for a fact there are mortal people older than i. ❞ he turned to the other, eyes inquisitive.
Izumi looked over to the person who was trying to grab his attention, closing the book he had been reading at the time. For the most part, it the book he used to keep track of his spells, even though he didn’t really need to memorize the incantations anymore.
———❝ FORGIVE THE INTRUSION. they told me you would be packing up for the evening? ❞ looking over the various items within the room, the man slowly made eye contact with the stranger before him. he approached, gloved hand offered ; regardless of whether the man took it, they were now at arms length.
❝ izumi, was it? a friend of mine forwarded me to you. ❞
HOW CURIOUS – he finds himself crouched ‘neath a tree , one sprouted along the sidewalk . it has dropped not one but two acorns , these things he has never seen before . he gently touches one with the very tip of his finger , carefully rolling it forward and then back but only a LITTLE ‘fore deciding to pluck it from the ground to observe more closely . “ . . this is ? ”
———THE MAN BLINKED FROM HIS NEWSPAPER. it was a rather curious sight which had found him. holding open his palm, the man inspected the stranger’s find as if it intrigued him just as much. was there some kind of joke he had missed?
❝ if i’m going to be honest with you, i forgot how to say it in english? ❞
anyone would choose to live… tiki thought but did not utter. he mulled over the words for longer, but could not understand it. tiki didn’t have an abstract mind, he thought of almost anything in a simple way–he did the same with elliot’s statement.
how does one choosing to live… give them the power of telekinesis?
tiki didn’t give elliot a reacton to that statement because he couldn’t understand it. he would’ve questioned it if weren’t for the follow-up. now–he offered a reaction. his jaw dropped, his eyes widened & his head rose. his brows cocked up in disbelief.
❝ are you telling me that… a demon gave you these powers? ❞ he asked slowly–his fingers snuck into his mouth to be softly bitten, over & over–as a way to tame his anxiety.
———THERE SEEMED TO BE A REACTION IN PLACE FOR THIS SORT OF THING. from pulse to bone, the body managed to give away much of the estate it held within. he saw fear. moreover, he saw disbelief.
❝ yes, though the details remain somewhat unclear as to how. ❞ the more he explored the uncanny and strange, the more it confused him. supernatural things were not meant to be understood.
careful in his next approach, the man rubbed his palms momentarily. it was not a kindness that brought him to empathize with the other, but rather a selfishness within. give and take, that was what this was. he wanted more, and the transaction had been made.
❝ hear me when i say i try not to bring my beliefs into matters of… lifestyle. ❞
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