bymorpheus

@orcx-nus ||

          Although they could not hear through water, vibrations were felt. Completely bound and blindfolded, chained hands press to the glass of the tank unable to do much in this state. Eyes could be felt on them, boring into them as part of this freakshow’s newest attraction. Morphing could have raised some brows, but the liquid they’re kept saturated in made that nigh impossible anyway. They weren’t just a some merman as they’ve so insultingly advertised as. 

          Being immortal left them capable of many things including brainwashing. And although using their voice in the water was not possible and their telepathy could not be heard if they make no contact with the person of choice, they didn’t panic. There were plenty of opportunities to use someone. Minutes into today’s show pass and the vibrations increase as to where Kaleolani could tell people were screaming and running. Many had come to see the beauty of the aquatic creature, but their turn never did come. 

❝ .. ──  𝐍𝐆𝐇! ❞  𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐏 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐉𝐎𝐋𝐓𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐌,   forcing  the  once  dull  eyes  to  open  wide.  these  clawed  fingers,  as  elegant  &  peculiar  as  they  appear  to  be,  they  are  also  like  steel  knives,  just  cutting  envy’s  shallow  breath  in  half.  ohh,  if  it  weren’t  for  the  fact  that  they  are  actively  holding  his  wrist,  the  young  serial  killer  would  have  most  certainly  wriggled  their  pretty  neck  but,  he  doesn’t.  he  can’t.  the  vicious  pain  has  his  whole  muscular  body  almost  completely  paralysed,  letting  more  &  more  blood  onto  the  sea  of  stone.  

it  hurts.   it  hurts.   it  hurts  so  badly  that  the  boots  begin  to  grind  away  against  their  unruly  bedding,  &  the  firmly  held  hand  quivers,  it’s  black-nailed  fingers  most  viciously  crooking  like  the  legs  of  a  dying  spider  ───  so  terribly  desperate  &  starving  ───   just  to  take  hold  of  them.  should  they  possibly  loosen  their  grip,  even  for  a  second,  something  terrible  is  bound  to  happen.  something  far  darker  than  the  putrid  void  found  in  those  dead  eyes,    ❝     y-…   you……  ❞   

Given a bit of finagling, clawed digits manage to retrieve the blood soaked bullet. Those cries of pain were ignored, lengthy tongue protruding to lick the crimson iron from the object and their fingers.

The flesh around the wound would appear dark and bruised. Perhaps a bone had been hit. It didn't matter. It should all heal fine, right?  The torn cloth is wrapped around the wound horribly, blood immediately coming to soak the material.

𝐒𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄,  the  young  serial  killer  coughs  &  gasps,  at  long  last  expelling  the  water  out  of  his  system.  a  temporary  relief  which  fades  as  soon  as  the  injuries  themselves  become  more  prominent,  once  again  forcing  envy  to  fall  back  &  with  half-lidded  eyes,  look  at  the  other  ────  the  would-be  saviour ────  bit  by  bit  mapping  out  all  the  little  details  in  mind.  they  appear  to  be  quite  young,  physically  around  his  own  age  &  utmost  gracious,  adorned  with  pale  skin  &  hair  as  black  as  the  night,  but  more  importantly,  a  set  of  most  mesmerising  eyes  that  place  even  the  moon  itself  to  shame.

envy  can’t  help  but  to  stare…  subconsciously  prolonging  their  moment  of  silence.  just  ‘  who  ‘  is  this  person?  better  yet,   ‘  why  ’  did  they  save  him?  aren’t  the  police  helicopters  prowling  about  clear  enough?  what  about  the  howling  sirens  &  their  flashing  lights  whisking  through  the  crown  of  trees?  blinking  ever  so  slowly,  the  young  serial  killer  tilts  his  head  in  question  ‘pon  the  wet  gravel,  not  really  sure  what  to  think  of  this  just  yet.  for  all  he  knows,  they  could  have  already  recognized  the  slipknot-like  bruising  ‘pon  his  neck  &  wrists,  such  being  the  horrific  aftermath  of  the  new  eden  sanatorium;  a  supposed  ‘  trademark  ‘  of  the  little  killer,  or  so  the  newspaper  clippings  like  to  tell.

alas,  parting  own  pale  lips,  envy  looks  as  if  he  is  about  to  say  something  ────  only  to  press  them  together  again.  it’s  always  been  easier  to  listen  rather  than  speak,  &  so,  he  reaches  up  instead,  the  black-nailed  fingers  gently  caressing  the  other’s  jawline  with  newfound  interest.   ❝   ……  ❞

A curiosity lingers in their seemingly innocent gaze, the echoes of sirens and lights going unnoticed or ignored. The little grotto would do well in keeping wandering eyes away. Not many if any at all even knew this place existed, being that it was only accessible through diving. They were safe. Well...one of them.

Eyes shift away at his touch, tracing to where blood seeps through damp fabric flesh. Holding his wrist, the rather naked one sat nearby and words were left unspoken. Clawed fingers reach and tear at the material to free the wound and later use. Upon closer inspection, something appeared to be lodged within his body forcibly. The question remains do they leave it? Does it cause him pain when touched? 

@bymorpheus​​ || ( kaleolani )

𝐈 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐔𝐏,   he  firmly  tells  himself,   i  need  to  wake  up…   before  i…..   ────   sinking  slowly  into  darkness,  the  black  nailed  fingers  twitch  just  as  pale  lips  part,  releasing  a  small  cloud  of  bubbles  that  spiral  up  towards  the  circle  of  shimmering  light  above   ────   a  moon-kissed  surface  of  the  lake   ────   only  for  it  to  grow  gradually  dimmer   &   dimmer  with  each  second  past,  much  like  his  very  own  consciousness.    ❝     … …    ❞

exhaling  another  soundless  breath,  the  little  killer  attempts  to  force  open  his  eyes  but  once  again,  to  no  avail.  the  bullets  lodged  in  his  thigh   &   arm  must  have  done  their  job  better  than  the  fact  he  can’t  even  swim.   oh….   the  irony.  looks  like  the  state  of  mississippi  is  finally  getting  its  sweet  revenge,  such  being  the  last   &   only  thought  just  before  everything  turns  completely  dark.

          The sounds were quite loud. Loud enough to either attract the attention of curious ears and eyes or scare away the more cowardly. Sensing the shift in the waters the scent of blood gave reason to worry knowing if they did not act, that it could attract unwanted visitors. And these had been their waters. The water tints crimson, the searching lights above cloaked by its density.  And beyond that red haze had been a man.                       Dinner... It was their first thought.

@welivetoserve​           Keiko had spent a fair amount of time on the streets after coming back to being kicked out of their apartment. They were lucky enough to get some cash by reading fortunes on the streets in the city, but they grew sick of lurking by their former shop and could really use a shower and a set of clothes that weren't covered in dirt, sweat, and tears. So what better way that to use their money to visit good ole sugar daddy, Ryouta?

          He's always taken good care of Keiko in the past. And although they'd been M.I.A for a while, Kei can only hope he's around to help him out. "This...was the place, right?" Their memory was usually pretty damn good and they've put this address in their phone enough times to know it by heart.