BITE # 4 - KILLFIELD - Not On The Menu

[jaws5sonofjaws]

 [Despite a fantastic strategy of utilizing a big rock on his target, Mart has ended up with a gashed belly and has now begun to fall under the effects of the fear that was on his census... mainly a fear of getting eaten alive. Now any living thing about his size or bigger he'll be cautious around, especially if there's talk of food or teeth around...]

Phone:

Okay... anyone got tips for killing a guy? I was pretty used to having my powers to beat the shit outta people, but never to kill, and I need to improvise with whatever I got.

And just to warn anyone even THINKING of trying to eat me, I haven't bathed since this whole thing started!

I'd give ya e-choli!



Action

[Mart is walking through the park, hands in his pockets, but he is speed walking rather hastily and looking about. Specifically to the trees and behind him.

Almost as though he's afraid someone or something is after him.]

Comments

[forward-dated? backdated? SOME SORT OF DATED TO THURSDAY]

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[ His first kill went smoothly, more or less, and it's a more confident and comfortable Sanae that sets out the next morning. The handgun at his waist has been reloaded, there are fresh bandages on his shoulder and arm, and the thing that came in the mail this morning has proved to be one of his better regains -- it's still aggravating to have his more inhuman senses cut off, to exist as such a singular being, but at least he has better options than 'human'.

Tracking Mart down takes only a few hours, and from there, Sanae just shifts to Noise form and slips into the boy's shadow. With the injuries he's got, it's probably better to fight as a tiger and save the gun for last. Of course, hiding in shadows is risky, leaves him open to attack were anyone to know -- and so as soon as it's safe, as soon as they're in a more remote area of the park, he strikes.

This thing erupts from the ground behind Mart, trying to bury its claws in his back.

He expects to end it in a single blow. ]

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[Mart was just walking in the park, trying to get his mind off the crippling fear that someone or something was going to try and eat him.

People said he was crazy, he should calm down.

Oh! A shiny quarter on the ground!

Mart leans down to pick it up just as the horrible tiger in his shadow comes charging out...]

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[ He barrels into Mart, eight or nine feet of blue fur and razor-sharp tattoos. Still, the abrupt duck means his mark is off; those claws only graze the boy's back, don't come close to severing the spinal cord, might not even pierce anything important. Sanae gives an automatic snarl of surprise and adrenaline, tattoo wings beating to keep him from going down with Mart.

It might give the guy a few seconds to put space between them, if nothing else.

But the quarter's probably a lost cause. ]

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[Mart screams in pain. The claws managed to sig through his shirt and back. He's bleeding.

He manages to ignore the pain momentarily to look up.]

Oh Fuck!

Ohfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!!!

[Mart sprints for dear life away from the massive cat demon that he is sure will try to devour him.]

[idkmybffcoffee.livejournal.com]

[ Sanae's a lot of things, but a cannibal isn't one of them. A murderer, on the other hand?

He's been used to that title for a while. ]

Sorry for this, kid.

[ His voice is deep, distorted, warped when he's in this form. A few gashes in Mart's back aren't enough to satisfy him, especially if the guy can still run -- the tiger-thing sweeps out an arm, watches as its own shadow springs up and becomes corporeal. Wingless and red, it rushes forward far faster than Hanekoma himself can move, reaching for Mart with those same tattoo claws.

It's a one-shot move, bound to fizzle out after landing a hit. But it's the only long-range attack he's got, and at least it'll leave Mart with a few more dangerous wounds. ]

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[Mart screams further as he's cut along the back. He's bleeding even more now.

He really wishes he had his powers back. He's gotta get away, get back home, try and defend himself. He's just a block away now from the front door. He clutches his wounds and runs on pure survival instinct.]

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[ Getting indoors won't be much help against this thing, but losing it is definitely doable. He can't move particularly fast by floating, and those wings cut down his running speed impossibly, so he teleports after Mart.

... a few yards at a time, with pauses to adjust direction.

This isn't really a form he'd pick for chasing someone down, and so Sanae gives a little frustrated noise and shifts back to human almost immediately. It loses him a couple extra seconds, but then he's sprinting, gun in hand.

Fuck, which way did the kid go-- ]

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[Mart doesnt even look behind himself while sprinting. That huge fucking monster was going to rip him to shreds and eat his innards for sure if he stopped. But theres home just s few measly steps away. Mart fumbles with the keys but manages to open the door, shut it behind him and lock every lock on said door before running up to his room.]

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[ He doesn't hear the door snap shut, not over the pounding of blood in his ears. Sanae rounds the corner and finds himself faced with an empty street -- no target in sight, too many houses to search, and not much more running left in him after the blood loss of Friday. He brings the gun up and falls back into the shadows, ready to patrol the streets until he can find any sign of movement.

If Mart stays holed up at home, this is just how Doc Scratch will find him. ]