[ The world narrows in scope. There is blood. There is food. There are three heartbeats in the room.
Jon is covered in fresh blood, his mouth stained and tainted with it. Aamir's gloved hands are covered with it. Her thoughts are a haze of wanting, of a desire to hunt or feed, and there is nothing here except for prey. She is the predator; she is the monster; she is the killer.
Softly, growing in volume, Ava snarls. Aamir begins to shake, even if he doesn't move, and he is compelled to answer the Archivist. He is compelled to give his story, even warbled and terrified as he watches the woman in front of him swivel her head to his direction, her pupils blown wide, her stare unblinking.
"I-I took this job because I needed the money. Came here about a year ago. They... I wanted to be a surgeon but there were no positions. I have a license; I have my degree. I wanted to do the work. So they have me down here...c-cutting up the people who come to pay their debts." His legs are trembling. "I'm very good at it. I sew them up. Tom does the paperwork, makes them sign on the dotted line, like some kind of devil or demon.
"Me, I just... I'm just the butcher. But I'm the best here. Who else could do what I do, with minimal equipment? The restaurant pays us good money for the meat. For the pieces. But we also give some of them to the patients upstairs. Organ donors. It's all fresh."
Ava's breath comes in a faint rattle, like death itself.
"Oh God, oh-- Oh fuck, what is she? Is she... Look, I just-- Please, let me go. Please!!"
He would be delicious. He has a degree and blood on his hands and no one would miss him, would they? No one would miss him at all.
But the Archivist-- Her gaze falls on Jon once more, a slow breath drawn in, the smell of blood fresh and sweet to her senses. The Archivist knows more. Sees more. Has so much more to give. She could bite him and he wouldn't die, and maybe then she'd finally Know too. Maybe she'd Know about the Beholding. He's right there. He's right there, and so close.
Ava steps forward, reaches out, and takes Jon by the shoulder. ]
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Date: 2019-09-15 03:48 am (UTC)Jon is covered in fresh blood, his mouth stained and tainted with it. Aamir's gloved hands are covered with it. Her thoughts are a haze of wanting, of a desire to hunt or feed, and there is nothing here except for prey. She is the predator; she is the monster; she is the killer.
Softly, growing in volume, Ava snarls. Aamir begins to shake, even if he doesn't move, and he is compelled to answer the Archivist. He is compelled to give his story, even warbled and terrified as he watches the woman in front of him swivel her head to his direction, her pupils blown wide, her stare unblinking.
"I-I took this job because I needed the money. Came here about a year ago. They... I wanted to be a surgeon but there were no positions. I have a license; I have my degree. I wanted to do the work. So they have me down here...c-cutting up the people who come to pay their debts." His legs are trembling. "I'm very good at it. I sew them up. Tom does the paperwork, makes them sign on the dotted line, like some kind of devil or demon.
"Me, I just... I'm just the butcher. But I'm the best here. Who else could do what I do, with minimal equipment? The restaurant pays us good money for the meat. For the pieces. But we also give some of them to the patients upstairs. Organ donors. It's all fresh."
Ava's breath comes in a faint rattle, like death itself.
"Oh God, oh-- Oh fuck, what is she? Is she... Look, I just-- Please, let me go. Please!!"
He would be delicious. He has a degree and blood on his hands and no one would miss him, would they? No one would miss him at all.
But the Archivist-- Her gaze falls on Jon once more, a slow breath drawn in, the smell of blood fresh and sweet to her senses. The Archivist knows more. Sees more. Has so much more to give. She could bite him and he wouldn't die, and maybe then she'd finally Know too. Maybe she'd Know about the Beholding. He's right there. He's right there, and so close.
Ava steps forward, reaches out, and takes Jon by the shoulder. ]