03-20-2014, 09:43 PM
Now that everything was done, he found his thoughts sluggish and dense, as if the break in reality he had seen had been too much for him to consider except peripherally. He found himself focusing on mundane, banal details, to latch on to the reality of specific movements, observations, and words to avoid the abnormality that surrounded him.
The blond man seemed concerned about the dark man next to Connor- cementing his feeling that they knew each other- but he sidestepped the question, saying his name was Giovanni.
The woman stood after a moment, blood having soaking her pants. She wiped her bloody blade on her pants. She's a cool one, He thought. Having that creature's blood all over the lower half of her body, coagulating in the cold. seemed only to make her cold, not disgusted. She was...interesting. She introduced herself as Aria and the creature as an....Ijiraq? He'd never heard of it. And then just as quickly disavowed any knowledge of the other 2 men and their role. They had seemed to work as a team- them as the ones to occupy the mist-creature, to weaken it- and her to giving the killing stroke. If they didn't know each other, then it was an impressive display of impromptu team work.
The blood gave him pause, though. His mind latched onto that, ready to process that information. That creature had been mist...but when she had cut it, all too quickly it became a man- who'd had his head chopped off.
Connor had never seen a person killed before. He'd held his son as he died, his heart being emotionally ripped from his chest. The lifeless body in is arms a physical memory that he could viscerally feel whenever he thought of it.
But he had never seen carnage before. He was still crouching by the dark man, who'd leaned forward with his hands behind his head. Connor followed his gaze to the head that lay close by. The man suddenly began to vomit, leaning over, his face whitened. Connor realized how young he was, the haunted look in his eyes tugging at him.
Connor put a hand on his shoulder, more to comfort him than anything else. "It's okay man. Let it all go and you'll feel better.
" The acrid smell hit his nose, mixed with the iron-tinged blood smell in the air, along with the garbage on the street. Vomit did not bother Connor. As a child, Hayden threw up a lot and Connor had gotten used to cleaning it up. The dark young man emptied his stomach of everything. When he was done Connor gently pulled him on his shoulder, to let him lie down. "It's ok. Just breath for a minute. You'll be alright bud.
"
Aria came near to him and knelt down, concern on her face. "You okay?
" She looked up and around at the others. "You all look unscathed.
" Oddly, though, she kept her hands to herself, clearly avoiding touching the man.
Connor watched her, deep in thought. There was more going on here. But answers, at least for the time being, seemed unattainable- at least from them. Connor's eyes drifted back to the creature. It occurred to him that the 4 of them being found with a decapitated human might bring some trouble. His time in Moscow had already been fruitless and he had been warned once. Suddenly, he felt like they should all get away and talk.
"We all should go,
" he said, looking around at all the windows in the buildings. "It's not exactly private. And that Iji-whatever
"- gesturing to the body- "doesn't look like a mist anymore. We could be in trouble. Let's all go somewhere and at least get cleaned up.
" Then he remembered that they claimed not to know each other. "Well, at least get out of here.
" He touched to dark man's shoulder. The color had returned to his face. "Come on. I'll take you wherever you need to go.
" He looked at the other two- Aria and Giovanni, they had said- waiting to see what they decided to do.
Edited by Connor Kent, Mar 20 2014, 11:20 PM.
The blond man seemed concerned about the dark man next to Connor- cementing his feeling that they knew each other- but he sidestepped the question, saying his name was Giovanni.
The woman stood after a moment, blood having soaking her pants. She wiped her bloody blade on her pants. She's a cool one, He thought. Having that creature's blood all over the lower half of her body, coagulating in the cold. seemed only to make her cold, not disgusted. She was...interesting. She introduced herself as Aria and the creature as an....Ijiraq? He'd never heard of it. And then just as quickly disavowed any knowledge of the other 2 men and their role. They had seemed to work as a team- them as the ones to occupy the mist-creature, to weaken it- and her to giving the killing stroke. If they didn't know each other, then it was an impressive display of impromptu team work.
The blood gave him pause, though. His mind latched onto that, ready to process that information. That creature had been mist...but when she had cut it, all too quickly it became a man- who'd had his head chopped off.
Connor had never seen a person killed before. He'd held his son as he died, his heart being emotionally ripped from his chest. The lifeless body in is arms a physical memory that he could viscerally feel whenever he thought of it.
But he had never seen carnage before. He was still crouching by the dark man, who'd leaned forward with his hands behind his head. Connor followed his gaze to the head that lay close by. The man suddenly began to vomit, leaning over, his face whitened. Connor realized how young he was, the haunted look in his eyes tugging at him.
Connor put a hand on his shoulder, more to comfort him than anything else. "It's okay man. Let it all go and you'll feel better.
" The acrid smell hit his nose, mixed with the iron-tinged blood smell in the air, along with the garbage on the street. Vomit did not bother Connor. As a child, Hayden threw up a lot and Connor had gotten used to cleaning it up. The dark young man emptied his stomach of everything. When he was done Connor gently pulled him on his shoulder, to let him lie down. "It's ok. Just breath for a minute. You'll be alright bud.
"
Aria came near to him and knelt down, concern on her face. "You okay?
" She looked up and around at the others. "You all look unscathed.
" Oddly, though, she kept her hands to herself, clearly avoiding touching the man.
Connor watched her, deep in thought. There was more going on here. But answers, at least for the time being, seemed unattainable- at least from them. Connor's eyes drifted back to the creature. It occurred to him that the 4 of them being found with a decapitated human might bring some trouble. His time in Moscow had already been fruitless and he had been warned once. Suddenly, he felt like they should all get away and talk.
"We all should go,
" he said, looking around at all the windows in the buildings. "It's not exactly private. And that Iji-whatever
"- gesturing to the body- "doesn't look like a mist anymore. We could be in trouble. Let's all go somewhere and at least get cleaned up.
" Then he remembered that they claimed not to know each other. "Well, at least get out of here.
" He touched to dark man's shoulder. The color had returned to his face. "Come on. I'll take you wherever you need to go.
" He looked at the other two- Aria and Giovanni, they had said- waiting to see what they decided to do.
Edited by Connor Kent, Mar 20 2014, 11:20 PM.