i_jest Hostiles being... cordial? Or not? (Lex)
Jack strutted around his newly aquired asylum. Cock of the walk. King of the mountain. It was his. Everybody who had disagreed with him were now dead. The others were... well. Marked. Clearly his now. Their faces carved in grusome ways. Some with hideous smiles. Some missing parts of their facial anatomy. Scarred. Ruined. Jack's.
The inmates who hadn't wanted to stay had been set free upon the city. Allowed out to roam as they pleased. They'd taken the clothes of the dead so that they might blend in better. They'd also taken with them the bodies of the dead, to place around the streets willy nilly. Jack knew some of the corpses would find themselves in compromising positions. He knew for a fact that at least one was going to be flung from the roof of a tall building, just to see what would happen to it, and whatever it landed on.
Whatever pleased them.
There were some who stayed, however. Ready to do as he wanted. They too had been ruined. Because he had to distinguish those who he could expend from those who he wanted to keep around. The more scars they had, the more mutilated they were, the more worthless to him they were.
Not a theory that worked with everybody, of course. On the outside of these walls were ones he wanted to keep forever and scar. Like Maxine and Barbara. And some who he wanted to just kill and be rid of without touching with his hands. Like Jesse and that Terry kid.
He whistled as he walked. Happy and satisfied.
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The inmates who hadn't wanted to stay had been set free upon the city. Allowed out to roam as they pleased. They'd taken the clothes of the dead so that they might blend in better. They'd also taken with them the bodies of the dead, to place around the streets willy nilly. Jack knew some of the corpses would find themselves in compromising positions. He knew for a fact that at least one was going to be flung from the roof of a tall building, just to see what would happen to it, and whatever it landed on.
Whatever pleased them.
There were some who stayed, however. Ready to do as he wanted. They too had been ruined. Because he had to distinguish those who he could expend from those who he wanted to keep around. The more scars they had, the more mutilated they were, the more worthless to him they were.
Not a theory that worked with everybody, of course. On the outside of these walls were ones he wanted to keep forever and scar. Like Maxine and Barbara. And some who he wanted to just kill and be rid of without touching with his hands. Like Jesse and that Terry kid.
He whistled as he walked. Happy and satisfied.
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