The killing game was hard.
She needed practice.
Trinket walked along the beach, dragging her doll by its arm. In her other hand, she held a small dull bread knife. She'd decided to keep one of the silverware pieces shed taken from the restaurant in Torchline. It barely had an edge to it, being meant as simple tableware. But she could use it to play the game.
She walked along until she found some crabs crawling along the beach. Crabs had shells. They would probably be harder to kill than a fish had been. It would be good practice for the game.
She set her doll down and commanded it to stand watch. The little doll stood up straight, folding it's porcelain arms. Its head rotated in a complete circle, then back again, glass eyes scanning the area.
Trinket crouched down next to a crab. She tilted her head to one side. Studied the crab. It scurried back and forth, clacking its claws at her. She had never been pinched by a crab before. She reached out a hand towards the crab. She held still, waiting.
The crab inched closer. Trinket moved her hand closer towards it.
The crab snapped its claw down on her hand, pinching her skin tight. She registered the pain, but showed no reaction. Not a flinch, not a cry, nothing. The grab might as well have been holding a doll's porcelain hand.
She stood up, crab still dangling from her hand by the death grip it had on her flesh. She eyed the crab from one side, then another. She began poking it with her knife, trying to decide the best place to pierce the crab's shell...
She needed practice.
Trinket walked along the beach, dragging her doll by its arm. In her other hand, she held a small dull bread knife. She'd decided to keep one of the silverware pieces shed taken from the restaurant in Torchline. It barely had an edge to it, being meant as simple tableware. But she could use it to play the game.
She walked along until she found some crabs crawling along the beach. Crabs had shells. They would probably be harder to kill than a fish had been. It would be good practice for the game.
She set her doll down and commanded it to stand watch. The little doll stood up straight, folding it's porcelain arms. Its head rotated in a complete circle, then back again, glass eyes scanning the area.
Trinket crouched down next to a crab. She tilted her head to one side. Studied the crab. It scurried back and forth, clacking its claws at her. She had never been pinched by a crab before. She reached out a hand towards the crab. She held still, waiting.
The crab inched closer. Trinket moved her hand closer towards it.
The crab snapped its claw down on her hand, pinching her skin tight. She registered the pain, but showed no reaction. Not a flinch, not a cry, nothing. The grab might as well have been holding a doll's porcelain hand.
She stood up, crab still dangling from her hand by the death grip it had on her flesh. She eyed the crab from one side, then another. She began poking it with her knife, trying to decide the best place to pierce the crab's shell...
