Resting Witch Face
breaking the laws of physics medieval style
A shrill cry erupted out of a darkened alleyway, the cry of a man in distress. Desperately he clawed to his feet and began running out of the alley, trying wholeheartedly to escape from it's shadows. But there was no escaping from that thing.
It came through the barricaded door like it was made of paper, moving without hesitation and doubt. The man couldn't bring himself to look behind him, back at the thing chasing him. But it was too late, and he had already divided his focus too thinly. Tripping on a loose piece of trash, he fell to his knees and barely managed to prevent his head from suffering blunt trauma. As he steadied himself, he looked back to see three more figures joining his pursuer.
"Did you think that we would not know of treachery, Inosuke? We know everything that happens in this city, you rat."
"P-please! I wasn't the one who ratted on the operation! I-I would never! I know what happens to snitches-"
"Shut your mouth!" yelled the burly man dressed in a black suit and tie. "No one crosses the Yakuza and lives to brag about it."
"They told you!? The bastards! I thought they were my friends..." he groaned. Nowhere in Tokyo was safe from this menace.
"Hehe, you're funny. No one wants to be friends with a dirty rat." piped up the smaller figure among them, a woman with a petite figure and even smaller sounding voice. As she giggled to herself, the man tried once more to run away, but was caught fast by a sharp pain in his legs.
"Wh-what is this?"
"The Prodigy."
The man screamed as his legs fell into thinly sliced layers around him, and then he screamed no more. The group moved on without regarding him, paying no attention to the still-warm corpse of their former comrade.
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The incessant howling of the city was droning and unnecessary to Joel, but he had grown used to it over the years. As he idly scrubbed away at the pile of dirty dishes stacked high in his employer's restaurant sink, he watched the city ebb and flow from the open window across from him and let out a mild sigh. The melancholy of the situation was boring him to sleep, but then again he was broke until his next payday, and he would need some decent cash for rent this month.
"Hey, Joel! You're off, go home."
"But I'm scheduled for another hour! What's the big idea Mr. Kuro?"
"We're overstaffed, as usual. I can't afford to pay you all for a full day, so get lost!"
"Sure thing, I was bored senseless anyways." Joel retorted under his breath, tossing his apron to the side and placing his protective rubber gloves down next to the sink. Leaving the building, he struck his lighter a few times and lit up a thin cigarette, puffing smoke into the night air. It was a thirty minute walk back to his house, through shadowed alleys and the heart of Tokyo itself. Joel was familiar with these streets and pathways, but something about tonight gave him a bad feeling. Almost like he could feel someone watching him from afar, tailing just out of sight.
It came through the barricaded door like it was made of paper, moving without hesitation and doubt. The man couldn't bring himself to look behind him, back at the thing chasing him. But it was too late, and he had already divided his focus too thinly. Tripping on a loose piece of trash, he fell to his knees and barely managed to prevent his head from suffering blunt trauma. As he steadied himself, he looked back to see three more figures joining his pursuer.
"Did you think that we would not know of treachery, Inosuke? We know everything that happens in this city, you rat."
"P-please! I wasn't the one who ratted on the operation! I-I would never! I know what happens to snitches-"
"Shut your mouth!" yelled the burly man dressed in a black suit and tie. "No one crosses the Yakuza and lives to brag about it."
"They told you!? The bastards! I thought they were my friends..." he groaned. Nowhere in Tokyo was safe from this menace.
"Hehe, you're funny. No one wants to be friends with a dirty rat." piped up the smaller figure among them, a woman with a petite figure and even smaller sounding voice. As she giggled to herself, the man tried once more to run away, but was caught fast by a sharp pain in his legs.
"Wh-what is this?"
"The Prodigy."
The man screamed as his legs fell into thinly sliced layers around him, and then he screamed no more. The group moved on without regarding him, paying no attention to the still-warm corpse of their former comrade.
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The incessant howling of the city was droning and unnecessary to Joel, but he had grown used to it over the years. As he idly scrubbed away at the pile of dirty dishes stacked high in his employer's restaurant sink, he watched the city ebb and flow from the open window across from him and let out a mild sigh. The melancholy of the situation was boring him to sleep, but then again he was broke until his next payday, and he would need some decent cash for rent this month.
"Hey, Joel! You're off, go home."
"But I'm scheduled for another hour! What's the big idea Mr. Kuro?"
"We're overstaffed, as usual. I can't afford to pay you all for a full day, so get lost!"
"Sure thing, I was bored senseless anyways." Joel retorted under his breath, tossing his apron to the side and placing his protective rubber gloves down next to the sink. Leaving the building, he struck his lighter a few times and lit up a thin cigarette, puffing smoke into the night air. It was a thirty minute walk back to his house, through shadowed alleys and the heart of Tokyo itself. Joel was familiar with these streets and pathways, but something about tonight gave him a bad feeling. Almost like he could feel someone watching him from afar, tailing just out of sight.
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