Eddie (i_puzzle) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2015-01-17 19:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | edward nigma, zz:status complete |
Murdering crows (Part 1; Narrative)
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Edward sighed as he lifted one of his golden revolvers up to level, an eye aiming carefully down the sight. It was a task that came second nature, he had been firing weapons for as long as he could remember. Even before Effie had been born.
"Hold still..." Eddie grumbled.
A stifled giggle came from the other end of the gun. There, stood a tall, stocky man with pale skin cracked from age and worn from the trials of life. His lips were pulled tightly into his own mouth, teeth pressed hard into the skin. The man tasted blood, the sweet, coppery tang of essence as he tried desperately to bite back another giggle.
"Damned patients..." Eddie breathed.
Atop the man's head was a beer stein made of glass, a green question mark painted on the front in bright green.
A flex of the man's fingers and he shivered, causing the glass to teeter from side to side with the motion.
"I said...hold....still..." Eddie barked.
The sharpness, like a poke in the back, caused the man in the jumpsuit finally to giggle out loudly.
Then the air fell silent mid laugh as the crack came from the revolver. The sound of shattering glass resonated through the grounds and a loud smacking thud followed.
Eddie lowered his gun, looked down at the mess and shrugged. "I told you to hold still, stupid."
Then Eddie grinned and looked around, "Who wants to play next?"
Nobody paid any attention to the large black bird that soared overhead. It wasn't an uncommon sight, nobody thought it odd or out of place. Just a normal bird.
Even if this place was far from normal.