Celeritas [Jamie Bellafonte] (aimoboros) wrote in ofevil, @ 2009-10-16 01:21:00 |
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The building was cold, calm, quiet. It had made his skin crawl beneath the thin black clothes he'd worn. Upon reflection, blues or light greys would have afforded him more ability to hide in the building. The rustle of his own clothes and the rasp of his breathing were the only sounds he heard as he crept down the hallway. He made a quick turn into the execution room, and there she was. On the table, looking as peaceful as if she was asleep. The little girl he'd never known, blonde hair fanned out awkwardly over the metal table beneath her. His ears pricked, his own heart skipping beats. And then his face fell, and a primal scream erupted from his throat. She was dead, injected with poisons she never should have fallen victim to. Killed by these humans, these ugly, evolution-challenged creatures.He shuddered, stepping back down into the dip of the roof. He bit his lip, feeling sharp teeth graze down over smooth skin. For the first time in quite a while, Jamie had failed. If only he'd gone sooner. If only he'd moved faster. If only he'd paid more attention. But no, he had failed. He wished desperately for emotional numbness, for the black inviting dearth of robotic existence. If the Devil had arrived at that exact moment offering Jamie just that, the Greek-Italian would've given anything to have it. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, hear the rush of blood in his ears. His awareness seemed to narrow to just that for a long moment before the heart began to subside, the anxiety pushed away.