03-21-2018, 09:35 AM
"I told you man, I don’t know noth-AHHH!"
Koal lifted a bloody boot from the thugs now shattered left hand, his face passive and uncaring. The alleyway was dark and oppressive, grimy brick walls and trash littered about the ground.
"I already told you, I'm not leaving until I get the answer I want. The more you feel like lying to me, the more this," Koal pressed his boot back down forcefully on the shattered appendage, drawing out a silent scream," ...goes on. So, why don't you cut the shit and just give it up already?"
The man looked up at the demon's face with an expression of apprehension, drenched in sweat and blood, emanating the stench of fear. The pride demon stared back with a mask of apathy, his eyes razor sharp and piercing into the man's very essence, drawing strength from it.
"She-she'll kill me man. She'll kill my family. I can't let that happen man, I can't she'll find out. SHE ALWAYS DOES!" His voice rose in hysteria before he devolved into a blubbering mess, any semblance of pride or decency as a man to remain strong. Koal had broken him. His façade slipping for a moment, Koal looked down on the broken mess of a man with a sad expression, his eyes hooded and somber, before they hardened as he tapped back into the power resident in his blood. He knelt down, roughly grabbing the man's shirt, and hoisted him up with one arm, the other swinging around in a backhand that left the Thug gasping for air and stars dancing in his vision. He bared his fangs and snarled in the man's face, the sound leaving the man trying his damnedest trying to remove himself from the vice-grip Koal had on him.
"And I won't, you pathetic excuse for a man?! If you would have just cooperated, I could have offered you protection, but now you just had to go and PISS ME OFF!" He threw the man against the wall, the sound of breaking bones loud and very real in the Demon's ears as he lunged forward and sunk his teeth into the man's fleshy jugular. Metallic crimson filled his mouth, and he ripped the man's throat out, blood spattering his face, as well as soaking the ground, as the man choked and gasped for air. His feeble hand reached out and weakly grasped at Koal's pant leg, his eyes screaming that same question he had seen so many times before.
Why
"I don’t know anymore." Koal shook the hand off, pulling his jacket tighter around him as he stalked out of the alleyway, even as the man drew his last breath and ceased to exist.
Line Break
"Did you find anything on-WOAH. What the hell fell on you and exploded?!"
"It's fine Sarah. And I didn't find anything. NOBODY here knows anything about the weapons dealer we've been trying to track down. Either that, or they're too afraid to say anything. Certainly, willing to die to keep the info safe and sound."
"Damn. I thought for sure we would have found something by now. Not even a name?" Her face twisted into a look of frustration, eyes narrowed and her nose curled up as she ran her fingers though her hair. She sat down on the cheap mattress, before flopping back, the springs inside of the bed squeaking loudly. Koal just nodded with an exasperated expression before walking into a small, dingy bathroom that was attached to the room. He switched on a flickering light, looking at his reflection for seconds at a time before the image was swallowed by a timid darkness. Finally, breaking eye contact with himself, he reached down and twisted the faucet's handle, a tentative stream of clear water leaking out of it. He cupped his hands, letting a small pool accumulate before rubbing his face, staining the clear water a deep red, the metallic scent of blood entering the air as it regained moisture. Tending to the rest of the blood on his alabaster skin, he heard Cheshire in the room moving things and walking around, likely restless from spending the day cooped up inside.
"I was thinking... Maybe tomorrow we take a break from all this. Just for the day." Koal found the words coming out of his mouth, and Cheshire popped her head into the small room, eyes wide and hopeful.
"Really?"
"Yeah. Just for the day, though. Then it's back to work." He said, turning the faucet off and turning around, wiping his face off with a small hand-towel. Flicking off the near-useless light as he walked out of the bathroom, he saw Sarah flipping through pages on the hard-light screen of her datapad, eyes brighter than the sun. Suppressing a small smile, he pulled his blood-stained shirt over his head, and threw it on the ground, not caring where it landed.
"Koal...Where did you get all those scars?" Koal suppressed the urge to panic as he looked down at his own body, the skin bearing marks and blemishes almost everywhere.
"My home...wasn't a nice place..."
Doctors in black lab coats.
"And they did a lot of things to me to make me stronger."
Needles puncturing his skin, the liquid within burning like molten rock.
"Oh my god, why would someone do something like that?"
We need someone who can follow orders, Mr. Lynch. But don’t worry. When we finish, you'll be nothing more than a glorified hunting dog. Fit to kill and maim at our leisure.
"I...I don’t want to talk about it."
"Of course. Forget I said anything... Goodnight Koal. Sweet dreams." Her childlike voice was more subdued now, and Koal felt guilt and memories and pain seize his mind and body as he beheld himself once more, before he turned off the light.
Koal lifted a bloody boot from the thugs now shattered left hand, his face passive and uncaring. The alleyway was dark and oppressive, grimy brick walls and trash littered about the ground.
"I already told you, I'm not leaving until I get the answer I want. The more you feel like lying to me, the more this," Koal pressed his boot back down forcefully on the shattered appendage, drawing out a silent scream," ...goes on. So, why don't you cut the shit and just give it up already?"
The man looked up at the demon's face with an expression of apprehension, drenched in sweat and blood, emanating the stench of fear. The pride demon stared back with a mask of apathy, his eyes razor sharp and piercing into the man's very essence, drawing strength from it.
"She-she'll kill me man. She'll kill my family. I can't let that happen man, I can't she'll find out. SHE ALWAYS DOES!" His voice rose in hysteria before he devolved into a blubbering mess, any semblance of pride or decency as a man to remain strong. Koal had broken him. His façade slipping for a moment, Koal looked down on the broken mess of a man with a sad expression, his eyes hooded and somber, before they hardened as he tapped back into the power resident in his blood. He knelt down, roughly grabbing the man's shirt, and hoisted him up with one arm, the other swinging around in a backhand that left the Thug gasping for air and stars dancing in his vision. He bared his fangs and snarled in the man's face, the sound leaving the man trying his damnedest trying to remove himself from the vice-grip Koal had on him.
"And I won't, you pathetic excuse for a man?! If you would have just cooperated, I could have offered you protection, but now you just had to go and PISS ME OFF!" He threw the man against the wall, the sound of breaking bones loud and very real in the Demon's ears as he lunged forward and sunk his teeth into the man's fleshy jugular. Metallic crimson filled his mouth, and he ripped the man's throat out, blood spattering his face, as well as soaking the ground, as the man choked and gasped for air. His feeble hand reached out and weakly grasped at Koal's pant leg, his eyes screaming that same question he had seen so many times before.
Why
"I don’t know anymore." Koal shook the hand off, pulling his jacket tighter around him as he stalked out of the alleyway, even as the man drew his last breath and ceased to exist.
Line Break
"Did you find anything on-WOAH. What the hell fell on you and exploded?!"
"It's fine Sarah. And I didn't find anything. NOBODY here knows anything about the weapons dealer we've been trying to track down. Either that, or they're too afraid to say anything. Certainly, willing to die to keep the info safe and sound."
"Damn. I thought for sure we would have found something by now. Not even a name?" Her face twisted into a look of frustration, eyes narrowed and her nose curled up as she ran her fingers though her hair. She sat down on the cheap mattress, before flopping back, the springs inside of the bed squeaking loudly. Koal just nodded with an exasperated expression before walking into a small, dingy bathroom that was attached to the room. He switched on a flickering light, looking at his reflection for seconds at a time before the image was swallowed by a timid darkness. Finally, breaking eye contact with himself, he reached down and twisted the faucet's handle, a tentative stream of clear water leaking out of it. He cupped his hands, letting a small pool accumulate before rubbing his face, staining the clear water a deep red, the metallic scent of blood entering the air as it regained moisture. Tending to the rest of the blood on his alabaster skin, he heard Cheshire in the room moving things and walking around, likely restless from spending the day cooped up inside.
"I was thinking... Maybe tomorrow we take a break from all this. Just for the day." Koal found the words coming out of his mouth, and Cheshire popped her head into the small room, eyes wide and hopeful.
"Really?"
"Yeah. Just for the day, though. Then it's back to work." He said, turning the faucet off and turning around, wiping his face off with a small hand-towel. Flicking off the near-useless light as he walked out of the bathroom, he saw Sarah flipping through pages on the hard-light screen of her datapad, eyes brighter than the sun. Suppressing a small smile, he pulled his blood-stained shirt over his head, and threw it on the ground, not caring where it landed.
"Koal...Where did you get all those scars?" Koal suppressed the urge to panic as he looked down at his own body, the skin bearing marks and blemishes almost everywhere.
"My home...wasn't a nice place..."
Doctors in black lab coats.
"And they did a lot of things to me to make me stronger."
Needles puncturing his skin, the liquid within burning like molten rock.
"Oh my god, why would someone do something like that?"
We need someone who can follow orders, Mr. Lynch. But don’t worry. When we finish, you'll be nothing more than a glorified hunting dog. Fit to kill and maim at our leisure.
"I...I don’t want to talk about it."
"Of course. Forget I said anything... Goodnight Koal. Sweet dreams." Her childlike voice was more subdued now, and Koal felt guilt and memories and pain seize his mind and body as he beheld himself once more, before he turned off the light.
"...If the soul is left in darkness sins will be committed. The guilty one is not he who commits the sin, but he who causes the darkness.”
-Victor Hugo Les Miserables
-Victor Hugo Les Miserables