Well, I just had a hell of a night.
It started when Wolf came back from another hunt, dragging a screaming, struggling woman with her. After what happened last time, I decided to leave so I wouldn’t be tempted again.
Stepping out of our domain and into a small town, I started walking. I wandered aimlessly for a while as I tried to think of something to do to kill time. Reaching the tree-lined outskirts, I got an idea. I walked a little way into the woods before extending my arms up to grab a branch. Pulling myself upward and climbing onto it, I chose another tree and leapt. Extending my arms again, I grabbed onto the new branch and swung to the next.
I kept going, having fun swinging from tree to tree, testing my abilities, until I caught a scent. Letting go of the branch, I landed on the ground and began to look for the source. It was familiar, similar to dead leaves and yet distinct and strong enough to cut through the scent of the other trees. That’s when it hit me- our old boss.
I wasn’t too surprised, since I was kind of in his territory, but then I realized it was coming from several spots around me. Suddenly, someone came bursting out of the trees behind me. I instinctively struck out with a tendril. Taking a quick glance back, I saw that it was embedded in the guy’s stomach. Using it like a hook, I lifted him up only to slam him into another proxy as they emerged from the trees in front of me. More of them came out of hiding to take their shots. One of them swung a hatchet only for me to catch their arm and break it before shoving them into the path of a machete. The one wielding the machete pulled it free from his friend but wasn’t able to do much else before I wrapped my elongated hand around his head and snapped his neck. Hearing another one running up behind me. I extended my leg back, sending my foot hurtling into him. I twisted around on the foot I had planted on the ground, my threads letting me spin in a way that would be impossible for a normal person. I raked my clawed foot across another one’s gut, tearing it open.
By this point, you might be wondering why I didn’t just burn them all or try to escape. Well, for one thing, the air was now thick with the overwhelming, intoxicating scent of blood. It made the hunger even more intense, and I wasn’t exactly feeling sympathetic anyway since they were trying to kill me. Besides, it was clear from their lack of reaction that they were hollows- empty puppets for our old boss. The people that they once were, were already gone.
For another thing, I was hoping that fighting this way might make the tall guy feel safe enough to make an appearance. It was a long shot, but I wondered if he might not know the extent of my abilities. Maybe he wasn’t sure if I could do everything Wolf could. Maybe he just assumed I was still the weak link. Why else would he fling mindless hollows after me like this? If he knew what I could do, then he would know that I could roast them all in seconds if I wanted to, which would make this attack pointless.
Whether I was right or not, in the end I got my wish.
He appeared a few feet away from me, ready to impale me with his tentacles. I wonder what went through his faceless head when I fucking fried them. He disappeared as his body started to burn, saving himself from taking more serious damage. I didn’t think he was going to just sit there and let me kill him, but that wasn’t the point. Do you know what it’s like to hold a knife to the throat of something like that? To make one of the fucking Fears run? God that felt good, especially after all the shit he’s put me and so many others through. I hope it hurt.
With him gone, I
decided to make my exit. I used a tendril to knock one of the remaining hollows
out of the way before opening a doorway to our world and launching myself
through it. Wolf was finished with her captive by the time I got back, not that
it mattered anymore since the fight had taken care of my hunger. Funny how that
worked out.
