03-07-2018, 11:56 PM
For the second time in so many days, It had grievously underestimated the tenacity of human children.
The young girl swatted at It like the cosmic devourer was nothing more than a disobedient canine, her aether-blades gouging deep into Its flesh— slicing off Its arm, of all things! The creature mewled, a piteously whimper-like sound that elicited anything but pity from the blue-haired girl.
Once, It had been incubated in a crib of constellations, feeding from that delicious, stellar heat. Now, however... Now It had ventured too close. The child... the light in her eyes burned more fiercely than even those stars It had viewed up close, the stark pigmentation of her irises flashing with every strike. It even had the scorch marks to show for it.
Bile and acidic gorge rose in a fiery torrent within Its throat, brackish fluid dripping down Its cheeks and sticking at the corners of Its throat, bright as the fuzzy orange pompoms adorning the front of Its clownish form. This sticky mixture of coughed-up blood and sick made Viola's stomach turn, a slight grimace passing over her otherwise expressionless face. It interfered with her concentration, and the immense and poofy ruffles of Its costume certainly weren't helping matters. They provided a weak kind of buffer against her repeated stabs, but the dusty fabric was so profuse in its volume that it was nearly impossible to cut through to the beast's neck. She needed to switch tactics.
Viola gestured with a hand, the blade telekinetically linked to it swinging at Its head. In an inexplicable move, the blade caught between Its teeth, carving a pathway of silvery agony wherever it touched. The painful crescent of metal would have sliced clear through Its skull and straight to Its sinister brain if not for Its churning teeth, hundreds of needle-like points thwarting the passage of the blade any further into Its throat.
By this point, Its lips were ripped and cut into thick flaps of ragged skin, the remnants hanging off from the lower half of Its face like a torn latex mask. Gurgling, expelling black blood like globs of odious smog, It pressed harder into the blade, perhaps intending to force the girl back. Its maw stretched ever wider, wider, like a snake trying to swallow around a butcher knife.
One corner of her mouth twitching up in satisfaction, Viola made her move.
With a flick of her wrist, the single blade trapped within Its mouth tilted like the dial of a compass, the sharpened point finally finding something it could pierce. The glowing blue steel sank into the flesh between Its teeth and the soft palate on the roof of Its mouth, slicking through with a disgusting squirch.
Efficient. Swift. Effective. Qualities that one would expect from the predator in this situation, not the prey.
Pennywise staggered. Its mouth slobbered and twisted around the blade, revealing just how deeply it was embedded in the meat of Its cheek, vitriolic gore gushing around the luminous weapon. Yellow eyes flickered, pupils swimming through a haze of pain, coppery-orange deadlights swerving to focus on Viola.
The girl froze. A beat of stillness passed as those eyes seemed to take in the entirety of her being, committing her retribution to memory. Marking her.
Slowly, Its upper jaw ground down. The blade sunk deeper into Its skull, pressing with a cold hardness against the bones of Its right cheek, ripping into the muscles that helped strengthen the powerful clamp of Its mandibles. The blade pricked against the muscle, tore through it like the meat of a lamb chop, breaching out through Its porcelain skin in a jagged slice of black gore. The dripping tip pressed close to Its eyeball, close enough to almost cut into the unblinking orb, and yet It did not flinch. All the while, Its eyes remained locked with Viola's, violent orange gaze dripping with fury.
A grin split Its face, the aether-blade's serrated edge jutting out from Its cheek in a curve of vibrant blue-purple, so very bright against the dark, bloody red of Its face paint. Its teeth and long, eel-like tongue visibly dragged along the blade, the metal letting loose a wailing screech like that of a newborn babe.
"Silly thing," It hissed, advancing a step. "Th... thinking with your tiny little brain that you could ever escape me. Look at you. Shaking like a leaf!"
"You can't pretend to know my thoughts," said Viola, eyes narrowed, the bloody stump of her arm pressed close to her side.
"I can smell your fear. Your hope," Pennywise insisted. Lied. It moved closer, head canted at an awkward angle from the blade jutting out from Its skull.
Raising a faintly trembling hand, Viola steeled herself for the final blow.
The young girl swatted at It like the cosmic devourer was nothing more than a disobedient canine, her aether-blades gouging deep into Its flesh— slicing off Its arm, of all things! The creature mewled, a piteously whimper-like sound that elicited anything but pity from the blue-haired girl.
Once, It had been incubated in a crib of constellations, feeding from that delicious, stellar heat. Now, however... Now It had ventured too close. The child... the light in her eyes burned more fiercely than even those stars It had viewed up close, the stark pigmentation of her irises flashing with every strike. It even had the scorch marks to show for it.
Bile and acidic gorge rose in a fiery torrent within Its throat, brackish fluid dripping down Its cheeks and sticking at the corners of Its throat, bright as the fuzzy orange pompoms adorning the front of Its clownish form. This sticky mixture of coughed-up blood and sick made Viola's stomach turn, a slight grimace passing over her otherwise expressionless face. It interfered with her concentration, and the immense and poofy ruffles of Its costume certainly weren't helping matters. They provided a weak kind of buffer against her repeated stabs, but the dusty fabric was so profuse in its volume that it was nearly impossible to cut through to the beast's neck. She needed to switch tactics.
Viola gestured with a hand, the blade telekinetically linked to it swinging at Its head. In an inexplicable move, the blade caught between Its teeth, carving a pathway of silvery agony wherever it touched. The painful crescent of metal would have sliced clear through Its skull and straight to Its sinister brain if not for Its churning teeth, hundreds of needle-like points thwarting the passage of the blade any further into Its throat.
By this point, Its lips were ripped and cut into thick flaps of ragged skin, the remnants hanging off from the lower half of Its face like a torn latex mask. Gurgling, expelling black blood like globs of odious smog, It pressed harder into the blade, perhaps intending to force the girl back. Its maw stretched ever wider, wider, like a snake trying to swallow around a butcher knife.
One corner of her mouth twitching up in satisfaction, Viola made her move.
With a flick of her wrist, the single blade trapped within Its mouth tilted like the dial of a compass, the sharpened point finally finding something it could pierce. The glowing blue steel sank into the flesh between Its teeth and the soft palate on the roof of Its mouth, slicking through with a disgusting squirch.
Efficient. Swift. Effective. Qualities that one would expect from the predator in this situation, not the prey.
Pennywise staggered. Its mouth slobbered and twisted around the blade, revealing just how deeply it was embedded in the meat of Its cheek, vitriolic gore gushing around the luminous weapon. Yellow eyes flickered, pupils swimming through a haze of pain, coppery-orange deadlights swerving to focus on Viola.
The girl froze. A beat of stillness passed as those eyes seemed to take in the entirety of her being, committing her retribution to memory. Marking her.
Slowly, Its upper jaw ground down. The blade sunk deeper into Its skull, pressing with a cold hardness against the bones of Its right cheek, ripping into the muscles that helped strengthen the powerful clamp of Its mandibles. The blade pricked against the muscle, tore through it like the meat of a lamb chop, breaching out through Its porcelain skin in a jagged slice of black gore. The dripping tip pressed close to Its eyeball, close enough to almost cut into the unblinking orb, and yet It did not flinch. All the while, Its eyes remained locked with Viola's, violent orange gaze dripping with fury.
A grin split Its face, the aether-blade's serrated edge jutting out from Its cheek in a curve of vibrant blue-purple, so very bright against the dark, bloody red of Its face paint. Its teeth and long, eel-like tongue visibly dragged along the blade, the metal letting loose a wailing screech like that of a newborn babe.
"Silly thing," It hissed, advancing a step. "Th... thinking with your tiny little brain that you could ever escape me. Look at you. Shaking like a leaf!"
"You can't pretend to know my thoughts," said Viola, eyes narrowed, the bloody stump of her arm pressed close to her side.
"I can smell your fear. Your hope," Pennywise insisted. Lied. It moved closer, head canted at an awkward angle from the blade jutting out from Its skull.
Raising a faintly trembling hand, Viola steeled herself for the final blow.
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