berserk.
it’s quiet. too quiet. the two of them are many, many things, but they are not this. they don’t do quiet, they’ve never done quiet. and yet tonight, for some strange reason, he can hear the wind whispering and the crows cawing.
fuck that.
let’s make some noise.
“come now, zuki,” he drawls, leisurely pacing down the empty street, his silver bat dragging along the gravel. “i know you’re out there. won’t you come out and play? i’ve been so bored lately.” a short laugh cuts through the silent air. “wanna know a lil secret? i was thinkin’ ‘bout you last night. you, and how pretty you’d look with my hands ‘round your throat. bet you’d get off on that.”
his lips curl upward as he slows to a stop next to a street light. “hey, zuki. how’s your hearing?” that’s the only warning he gives before he raises his bat and strikes the side of the metal lamppost. the brilliant CLANG! that rings out is deafening for a human, and perhaps more-so for those with enhanced senses.
“where are you, you stupid mutt?” / @feykazuki
