Maxx wrote: ↑
Fri Jun 15, 2018 7:28 am
The darkness swallowed him as thunder roared all about the city'a wall. The dark, nearly pitch black room is flooded with light. It was in this flash that Malcom the Manslaywr disappeared for a moment.
She closed her eyes, tired, wounded wet and understandably weak. And as she opened them, there he was, more throwing knives in hand, ready to find home in between the sinew which holds together her sweet flesh. And yet, they did not leave from his side.
The uncontainable glee written all over his face. He felt like some starved animal as he feasted his eyes on the sight of her suffering, that whole situation bringing about an all too rare feeling of satisfaction. And yet, there was a hint of admiration in her eyes. After all that, she still managed to tell him offf despite the threat he posed.
“I can see why you'd think that. All these killers in the world not unlike myself who just wanna see the world burn…”
His smile dims, as if some solemn emotion within him dampened his muse just a little and made the giant curl in his face a lil' smaller.
“But, I like to think I ain't like that. Maybe I am. Maybe I ain't. That's the point. There is a lesson in all this.”
He leans down towards her level, still a good three feet away and with throwing knives behind his back.”Letcha learn while your young. And for him too. What am I tryin' to show ya? Well. That's for you to think up. It I told you I don't really think so.”
One hand is revealed, an empty one. “Tell ya what. Gimme my knife back and I'll letcha off. Along with your fanger-friendo and the nice lady in the back. I won't look to bother you none. Though can"t guarentee our pathes won't cross again. Maybe it'll be under friendlier circumnstances. Or maybe I'll kill ya. Who knows?”
Hus hand remains out, and his eyes remain fixates upon the young one and away from the vampire, curious as to what she will do.