MABEL
It was Mabel’s turn to snort and roll her eyes. She wasn’t so naïve as to fall for that whole hook, line, and sinker; especially for the snare, the reel of something about temples. Like how her sister had been obliterated in one.
Like how she’d yearn to do the same to the man responsible.
“No thanks,” she waved her hand again.
Except this time it contained one of her many throwing knives, and maybe he’d see the glint of metal from the moonlight’s endless abyss. Maybe he’d miss it altogether.
But she flung it with rapacity, with ease, with a sure, certain swiftness that came with all the Ascended draped in darkness; an aim to hit and mark along one of his arms. Perhaps his shoulders. Somewhere. Anywhere. Enough to make blood run and pool. To show his human weakness.
Like how she’d yearn to do the same to the man responsible.
“No thanks,” she waved her hand again.
Except this time it contained one of her many throwing knives, and maybe he’d see the glint of metal from the moonlight’s endless abyss. Maybe he’d miss it altogether.
But she flung it with rapacity, with ease, with a sure, certain swiftness that came with all the Ascended draped in darkness; an aim to hit and mark along one of his arms. Perhaps his shoulders. Somewhere. Anywhere. Enough to make blood run and pool. To show his human weakness.
If you dig under my feet
You will find things that you don't want to see
You will find things that you don't want to see
