Re: [Hotel; Finnick]
The fly was buzzing slowly, a slow circle around Stiles' his head, and then it landed on Finnick's cheek, wallowing in the sweat there. It crawled up toward his eye, wings buzzing here, then landing, then buzzing again, testing his wings.
"Now you're going to go do something about it," he said gently, suggestively. "You're going to go home and you'll show them why they shouldn't laugh."
Slowly, he folded his arm and down Finnick's toes came, to touch the carpet. And the little nikubae burrowed inside all that hate and flesh to infest, to nest, to make it grow. There was just enough time for the unwilling victim to gasp, to get his breath, maybe get a scream in... and the lights flickered, and the boy and his demon was gone.