Needy Lesnicki (imakicker) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2012-09-10 22:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | max guevera, needy lesnicki |
Who: Needy Lesnicki and Max Guevera
What: Needy's stalking Max
Where: The woods
When: Late afternoon
Warnings: Needy being a creepy creeper
There was something about this girl. This pretty dark one that the demon inside of her ached for. Maybe it was because even the demon could feel the brutal strength and fragile grace that Max possessed. Something about her spoke to the demon, woke up its most primal self seeking to hunt and feed. Needy knew that she could easily possess Max. All she would have to do was swoop down from the trees and scoop the girl up. She was strong but the demon was stronger. Max wouldn't make it far before the demon devoured her whole.
But it wasn't just the demon that Max spoke to, it was the girl inside. The way that Max had so boldly gone to her friend's side even though it meant treading in dangerous waters filled with piranha. Max didn't belong in the projects, her spirit was pure but she had ventured into the darkness anyway. Maybe she would venture too far next time and everyone knew what happened to a moth that drew too close to the flame.
She had listened in on their conversation in Alec's apartment. Of course she had. Needy was always listening. That was the only thing to do for entertainment that shithole projects had to offer. Needy didn't have a life anymore. She only had a demon so she listened to other people's lives pass them by the same way a bored housewife might have once watched soap operas on television. None of them meant a thing to her, just fleeting amusement. None of them except for this girl.
She dropped down from the trees so that she was standing right in front of Max.
"You know you're wasting your time trying to save him," she said.