#pastel-tech

“Gotta be more convincing than that, sweetie~”

Trials || @pastel-tech || Accepting

『❛  You’re  not  very  fucking  smart..  Are  you?  ❜』   He  snarled  softly  in  reply  to  her  revealing  her  position.  His  leather  jacket  splashed  and  splattered  in  the  blood  and  gore  of  his  most  recent  victim.  Painting  all  that  surrounded  the  unrecognizable  and  quite  disfigured  mass  as  red  as  his  vision.  Bloodlust  consuming  him  as  he  stalked  her  down.  It  was  rare  that  a  survivor  could  get  a  rise  out  of  him.  But  with  a  hair  trigger  temper  such  as  his  own.  It  wasn’t  impossible. 

Closer  and  closer  he  got,  step  by  blood  covered  step.  Leaving  a  trail  of  maroon  behind  his  every  movement.  This  was  it.  This  feeling,  this  sadistic  euphoria.  He  could  feel  it,  smell  it,  Taste it  even.  And  he  loved  it. 

Blade  raising  over  head,  he  hunched  and  bent  his  knees.  Frenzy  consuming  as  eyes  shimmered  with  their  frosted  glow  behind  a  perpetually  smiling  mask.  Mocking  in  it’s  testimate  to  fear.  

Warning -- Blood, Injury, Murder, Death.

Decay and the sinking stench of Death-- Cold-wind was full of it. More so then before as the trial went on. Two dead, one hooked and one on the run. 

Fast feet ran through fields of gold and amber, splashing through puddles, slicking through mud and all with heavy patterned breaths. Brandished knife raised and gripped with finger’s cold and pale as winter’s morning. Tattooed and blood stained though strong in their resilience. 

The chase long and hard as a pain began to grow in Frank’s own legs. It was exhaustion and it threatened to force the Legion leader to slow his pace. However, He knew for how tired he was, the girl before him was more so. The evidence in the distance between them as the cap closed. 

Finally however, blood bandaged hand reached forward and grabbed what it could of the other. Taking a wad of the girls hair and yanking it until the screaming survivor was in his grasp. But he didn’t pick her up. Oh no, Instead Frank held her close. Arm under one of her’s and over the other as he gripped her shoulder. Placing his hunting knife under her throat should she dare try anything. 

Walking with her, it didn’t take long for them to reach the other. Dwight, poorly hanging on a hook. His soft pained whimpers rising an agitation and joy for the kill out of Frank. Ignoring the cursing and vile words of other languages that poured out like poison water from the gamer’s mouth.

“Oh shut up.” Frank grumbled from behind his smiling mask. The cassette tapped to his hip playing his favorite songs as he held her close and against himself, before he turned her in his arms. Tearing off the mask and pushing their cheeks together as he forced her to follow his gaze to the one above them who looked pitifully down. Begging Frank to not do the horrid things dancing within his mind.

“Stuff it Geek.” “Didn’t your fuckin mother ever teach you not to interrupt a show?”