07-24-2016, 04:56 PM
Nox robbed the shooter, and Dane smiled upon permission to end the man's life. Nox's logic was indecipherable to Dane, but he didn't care. What made this man deserving of Dane's attention but not the homeless man? His only guess was because this one shot Nox.
Nox didn't expressly say to kill him, but he dragged Cain away and left them alone to do just that.
Without the light Nox spun, Dane had to craft his own. A snap of the fingers brought a torch of flame to life. It flickered demonic red upon the planes of his face, and shooter slowly began to realize his fate.
A gun was too easy. Too messy. Not intimate enough. It lacked elegance and skill. Anyone could pull a trigger. But only Dane could tangle the threads of life in the palm of his hand.
They were away ten long, silent minutes before the sobbing started. Then weeping turned to screams. Splashes of water. Gurgled cries for help. Once silence fell again, Dane appeared soon after, wiping his hands on the jacket the shooter wore. He dropped it on the tunnel floor when done.
"It seems he died of bite marks. But the dog is dead too as well."
He clapped his hands together excitedly, rubbing them gleefully.
"Why did he shoot you? Does it hurt?"
He started to poke at Nox's arm. "I'd imagine so."
Nox didn't expressly say to kill him, but he dragged Cain away and left them alone to do just that.
Without the light Nox spun, Dane had to craft his own. A snap of the fingers brought a torch of flame to life. It flickered demonic red upon the planes of his face, and shooter slowly began to realize his fate.
A gun was too easy. Too messy. Not intimate enough. It lacked elegance and skill. Anyone could pull a trigger. But only Dane could tangle the threads of life in the palm of his hand.
They were away ten long, silent minutes before the sobbing started. Then weeping turned to screams. Splashes of water. Gurgled cries for help. Once silence fell again, Dane appeared soon after, wiping his hands on the jacket the shooter wore. He dropped it on the tunnel floor when done.
"It seems he died of bite marks. But the dog is dead too as well."
He clapped his hands together excitedly, rubbing them gleefully.
"Why did he shoot you? Does it hurt?"
He started to poke at Nox's arm. "I'd imagine so."