pumpkinstab asked: There's no words, not a single sound from the looming Shape as he stands before Lisa. The knife in his hand is coated with blood of her friends, his jumpsuit and emotionless mask splattered with red as well. The opened hatch hums and smokes behind him. He could easily close it, could easily slice Lisa down and take her to the nearest hook. He could. Instead, Michael tilts his head at the girl, the empty black of his eyes staring and staring. Finally, he moves, walking past her, strong shoulder heavily brushing against her as he leaves the escape in her hands. Something the Shape has never done before. Maybe this girl is special after all.
She was paralyzed, resembling something close to a deer in the headlights- frightened, with bright doe eyes, shimmering from the verge of tears that threatened to streak down her pallid face. She’d seen them all go, watched them all fall one by one, until there was nothing left but that eerie, familiar silence and the cold feeling of isolation that crept up on her like the mist that lay thick around them. She was not a stranger to being left alone, left to mourn and weep in the darkness, but it was memories so faded in her mind she convinced herself they were hardly more than dreams.
How she’d tried to help, watching each of her friends bleed out one after another, and failing her duties as a nurse- a guardian- to stop the pain of death. It left her own hands stained with the same blood that reflected on his own blade, yet the difference between them was that his hands did not shake like her own. Unwavering, blackened eyes staring her down as he stood between her and freedom. Knowing well he could take her out like he did the rest with ease- she was the smallest of the group- and though she’d try to fight she knew she hardly stood a chance. But it seemed The Shape had other ideas, a route so merciful it took her by surprise.Â
Having braced herself for the blunt force of a blade, she was met with nothing but breathing, a bump to her shoulder that made her take a step back, eyes opened to the sight of him simply walking away from it all. Was she even deserving of this life? What made her so special to see another day? The thoughts spun in her mind, while she stood, staring in awe as he faded into the fog.Â
A spider, letting its prey dangle in its web, only to be set free by its own hands. She should have thanked him- asked him why- The thoughts and what-ifs would haunt her, even as she left the trial. Each night filled with dreams that ended the same, with him- knowing well the shape of that man as he walked away, and how it would haunt her until they crossed paths again.Â
