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[Cain had honestly been having the time of his life, bashing monsters and wandering about in the woods. It was wonderful stress relief, and he got to indulge his more violent tendencies without feeling conflicted about it.
Until he found himself in the process of bashing one's head in with a rock. It was a smaller monster, almost like a runt of some sort, and it didn't run...it simply ambled in his direction, and Cain had taken it upon himself to kill it. Why not, he thought, after all, it wasn't like killing one more was going to hurt anything.
But it did. The monster was long dead before he stopped beating it, plunging that sharp rock into that bloodless head. It broke something in Cain's mind that had lain dormant for quite some time. The frenzy of murder. The feeling of something sharp and heavy busting it's way through flesh and cartilage.
He threw the rock aside, and simply laid himself down on the forrest floor, next to the monster, his chest heaving, his body doused in sweat.
There's no where to go. It's dark, empty, but he trusts himself to be able to kill anything that crosses his path, monster-wise. He swipes a hand down his face, and heaves a sigh into the emptiness. God, he just hates himself. For everything. There are no other words to describe it. As memories of his little brother burble up into his brain, he does what comes almost as second nature to him, and he just runs. He has no destination. No plans. He might come back in a week, he might come back tomorrow. But there's no where to go, so he's going no where.]
[EVE]
I gotta get out of here.
Stay safe.
I love you.
[JAZZ]
Hey, kiddo. You killing the fuck out of some of these things, or what? You should try it while I'm gone.
[JUDAS]
I need to gtfo for a bit. Don't drink all my beer.
[PUBLIC]
I'm going out for a bit. If you need me for anything, feel free to fuckoff.
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