|[ Nasir Dhanial | Shetan ]| (asaibi) wrote in beyond_evo, @ 2021-10-23 03:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | adversary, shetan |
IF I BROKE YOUR HEART LAST NIGHT IT’S BECAUSE I LOVE YOU MOST OF ALL.
”You always hurt the one you love
The one you shouldn’t hurt at all.
Nasir paused, something on the afternoon breeze catching his attention, something soft as silk, quiet as a breath. A voice. Singing? Distractedly, he reached out to touch Kate’s sleeve, but his head had turned away from her, peering down the path running up against the outside wall of the mansion. He and Kate were heading into town for an early dinner, quite wisely reckoning that they were at least guaranteed a meal which wouldn’t sprout legs and chase them around the building, and maybe wouldn’t even taste of pumpkin. They’d stepped outside to make their way around to the garage when Nas had been brought up short by the voice on the wind. He took a couple of cautious steps in the direction it was coming from.
”You always take the sweetest rose
And crush it ‘til the petals fall.
It was a girl, sitting cross-legged on the grass, face hidden by the veil of dark hair falling in front of her lowered eyes. Nas didn’t think he recognised her. Maybe she was a new student? She wasn’t dressed for this weather though and it struck a chord of concern in him. In nothing but a short skirt and a tied off top, she must have been freezing out here in the cold of autumn. As he stepped closer, the swelling of pity in his chest shifted into something more uncertain. There was blood on her hands. Spattered on her socks too. After a glance back in Kate’s direction - without actually meeting her gaze, of course - he lifted his device and tapped out a few words. Hey. Are you okay? Do you need help?
As the mysterious girl looked up at him, Nasir’s instincts screamed at him to turn and run because the look in her eyes, the gleeful malice, the dead malevolence, told him he and Kate had stumbled upon something they should have avoided. There wasn’t time to move before the stranger whipped out something sharp, metal flashing in the late afternoon haze before it slashed across his stomach, slicing cleanly through the fabric of his hoodie and the soft flesh concealed beneath. Somehow, miraculously, Nas retained the presence of mind to not cry out, swallowing down the shock and pain, even as he stumbled backward into Kate. The strange singing girl with the blade was already scrambling after them, intent on spilling more blood.