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| Suzuri | Dec 23 2017, 02:16 PM Post #11 |
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Death was one of the strong kids on the block. They weren’t used to losing. Its body flew, surprisingly slowly, into a wall, for its bones were light. Dust rained on its dark cloak. Its eyes flickered red haze. Its gaze was partially blocked by the foot crushing its skull. Skeletal fingers clenched into a fist. There was a lesson you learned when growing up in the rougher districts of York Shin. It was the first lesson for when a stronger opponent had you against the wall. ‘Kick’em in the fork.’ The skeleton’s fist rose to strike right at a very sensitive part of Gilgamesh’s anatomy, a part that, in his dramatic posture with his legs stretched out, had been left unprotected. No metal-carving strength powered this hit, but if it connected, it would leave many men whimpering from worst pain in their lives. “Death of the Cities. Hmm.” Off to the side, Y.T. whispered to himself. The short intakes of breath he took seemed related to the cautious way he held one of his clavicles. He winced. “Death does follow you quite a bit. The odd, bird-like footprints near Elsie Windmill’s body. Yours. And judging by locations glimpsed from the stories you told me, you aren’t foreign of the other murder scenes either.” A faint rattling sound, like bees captive in a glass jar, could be heard by someone very close to the Death of the Cities. The skeleton’s bones were shaking in anger. “I knew it. You’re the ones trying to frame me. I’ll kill you!” “Fitting for a killer.” “I don’t kill!” The skeleton shouted. He frowned with his sharp, red eyes alone. “Except for you. Your end will be…grizzly.” “Grisly.” “Grizzly is a word used for whining babies, which you’ll be once I finish with you!” “Stop this nonsense!” Suzuri’s voice fell on them from above. “Tom is waking up.” The words seemed to drain all the anger that animated the man of bones. The girl stepped back from the roof edge, disappearing as she crouched down. Only the tip of the zigzagging staff marked her location. A rope hanging from the bottom step of a fire escape ladder revealed the manner in which she’d gotten up the wall, the moment that Gilgamesh seemed to have gotten the fight under control. At her knees, barely conscious, there was the man responsible for the second aura that the giant had felt. Suzuri hadn’t sensed him – not consciously – but her intuition had tugged at her to climb. Methodically, she released the gag and cut the ties that bound the man in a curled, uncomfortable position. His fashionable work clothes were rumpled and he shifted in the tense manner of someone who’d been through a thorough beating by a professional. Suzuri felt the temperature drop by a dozen degrees. The man was Tomas. He was the one who introduced Suzuri to the underbelly of York New. He had been kind to her, and the cat loved to jumped on his shoulder from the shelf in the staff room. ‘It’s my fault.’ She told herself. Meanwhile, at ground level, Y.T. smiled. “You’re afraid, aren’t you?” He asked Death. “That you’re losing control. That your transformation is eating up your sanity. There’s a simple way to find out.” He pointed up. “We ask the one surviving victim who did it. He’s your friend, isn’t he?” The skeleton’s gaze fixed at the street, as if looking to summon an army of undead from the sewers. Straightening its back, it seemed to have arrived to a conclusion. Its eyes met Gilgamesh’s. Then it rushed away, running as if all the harpies of hell were at its heels. Up on the roof, the injured man struggled to speak. He ignored Suzuri’s pleas to not exert himself, her assurances that they would get him a doctor soon. He just grabbed her hand and held on tight, his eyes betraying a fight between making himself understood and the pain in his lungs. He’d barely manage long moments later, as the rest of the team arrived. “A mask…He had a mask of metal.” He gasped. “Half blue. Half black. Like a ninja scarf. Metal…metal armor. Plates attached. To some sort of flexible material. The stuff comicbooks are made of.” His chest shook in something that Suzuri was horrified to recognize as laughter. “Nightmares. Too.” |
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