And so the battleships will sink beneath the waves
You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same
You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same
It was with the ferocity of a cornered beast that he watched the monster, knowing that in this situation, it wouldn't be enough to simply run, as he might have done had he been alone. Somewhere behind the creature, he could hear Hotaru shouting, and though he couldn't hear what she was saying, she sounded like she was in pain. He had to get to her. He had to save her.
So he lunged, and felt a sick pleasure when his blade raked across the monster's skin. But to his surprise, as the creature skittered away from his attack, he found no sign of Hotaru. Somehow, her voice - in his drugged mind, now turned to frantic screams - was still coming from behind the monster. So it had her, somehow. Magic? He wasn't sure.
All he knew was that he had to get her back.
Then, suddenly, his entire body convulsed with a zap of electricity that felt far worse to him in his deranged state than it might have otherwise, and when the moment passed, he saw lightning flickering over the monster's skin. So it was magic, then. Well, it was a danger, whatever it was. To him, to Hotaru, to the whole damned brothel.
Maybe he could chase it out.
He lunged again, again aiming more to maim than to kill, hoping to get the creature to flee somewhere more open, where George could fight without fear of being cornered in a small, private room.
Cursing my name, wishing I stayed
You turned into your worst fears
You turned into your worst fears
George
