Axeykins
Humanoid Typhoon
One little mishap and an assload of crimes
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Axeykins
Humanoid Typhoon
Another lone night at the bar getting absolutely wasted. Though for this week it was different finally because it was going to be his last lone night for a while. It was his time with his daughter soon. Only a few weeks but it was worth the celebration. Time to get absolutely sloshed, near goddamn blackout drunk! It would be the last he'd be able to for a while. He always sobered up for however long she was around.
Absolutely trashed and shirt hanging halfway off his shoulder the man stumbled his way down the empty road. Looking like some grungy messy shadowy beast. On his way to the next bar or home, whichever he came across first.
Absolutely trashed and shirt hanging halfway off his shoulder the man stumbled his way down the empty road. Looking like some grungy messy shadowy beast. On his way to the next bar or home, whichever he came across first.
buzz
to infighngnity & beyond
The worn cushion of the driver’s seat felt like pure satin sheets after yet another graveyard shift was handed to him for the stunt he pulled yesterday.
He insisted it wasn’t his fault—the guy looked like he could pay him back quadruple the amount in due time! The smell of his cinnamon cologne and the light hitting his Mustang still lingered in Vincent’s touch-starved mind. That wasn’t enough for his boss, who rather chose to berate him for giving away a free tank of gas.
His eyes refused to stay apart though. “Lalala…lalala…” Vincent hummed to the pop tune emanating from the radio. Feeling his body settle into his seat, he turned the knob as far as it would go. It wasn’t long before the driver was high off of the junk being played, belting out verses and moving his body to the tempo, whilst barely keeping the steering wheel straight.
He insisted it wasn’t his fault—the guy looked like he could pay him back quadruple the amount in due time! The smell of his cinnamon cologne and the light hitting his Mustang still lingered in Vincent’s touch-starved mind. That wasn’t enough for his boss, who rather chose to berate him for giving away a free tank of gas.
His eyes refused to stay apart though. “Lalala…lalala…” Vincent hummed to the pop tune emanating from the radio. Feeling his body settle into his seat, he turned the knob as far as it would go. It wasn’t long before the driver was high off of the junk being played, belting out verses and moving his body to the tempo, whilst barely keeping the steering wheel straight.
Axeykins
Humanoid Typhoon
Sisceal tripped on the edge of the curb and stumbled farther out into the street trying to catch his bearings. By the time he was straightened out again and upright he was blinded by headlights. With only his most basic instincts available his legs locked up. Wanting to leap out of the way but the body was not willing enough. He shuffled slightly backwards but ultimately didn't move near enough. Fuckin hell this was going to hurt in a second and then more in the morning. It was the one and only thought he had clearly before the harsh metal of a front bumper sent him flying. Knocking him out cold as a crumpled heap on the ground with a concussion no doubt, several broken bones and cuts all over. He'd live and heal but for the time being he was busted up and out like a light.
buzz
to infighngnity & beyond
By the time he realized there was something front if him, it was far too late. Hitting the gas pedal as hard as he could didn’t compensate for the late reaction but it sent Vincent’s head into the back of his seat. “Oh, SHIT!”
He screeched and furiously rubbed his head. That definitely woke him up. In a single sweeping motion, he freed himself from the chokehold of his seatbelt, and ran out into the night. He stopped in his tracks before rounding the corner of his washed-up grey SUV. “Please be a cat or something… please…” He tiptoed his lanky frame forward, eyebrows cartoonishly raised to catch a sight of it before it saw him.
Getting close to the shape on the ground, he realized it wasn’t the chupacabra, but it was much worse—a person. “Oh, god, not again…” He got close enough to poke the white-haired man, whose clothing was seemingly running away from him. Returning his focus to more important matters, Vincent was quite thoroughly freaked out by the damage he’d done. He wasn’t religious yet found himself praying this wasn’t roadkill. Holding onto that prayer, he tugged the man’s arm a bit. “Hey, buddy… Come on… Wake up…please?”
His choppy hair stuck to the sweat caking his face. It was a cool night, but the loose Hawaiian shirt and mismatched brogues on him felt heavy. The cyan fabric rippled from the passing wind. It was unsettlingly quiet, and the thought of being alone with some corpse was not the most comforting image. He looked back at his headlights, no other vehicle in sight, and fixed his gaze on the man on the ground. “I’m giving you one last chance…”
He screeched and furiously rubbed his head. That definitely woke him up. In a single sweeping motion, he freed himself from the chokehold of his seatbelt, and ran out into the night. He stopped in his tracks before rounding the corner of his washed-up grey SUV. “Please be a cat or something… please…” He tiptoed his lanky frame forward, eyebrows cartoonishly raised to catch a sight of it before it saw him.
Getting close to the shape on the ground, he realized it wasn’t the chupacabra, but it was much worse—a person. “Oh, god, not again…” He got close enough to poke the white-haired man, whose clothing was seemingly running away from him. Returning his focus to more important matters, Vincent was quite thoroughly freaked out by the damage he’d done. He wasn’t religious yet found himself praying this wasn’t roadkill. Holding onto that prayer, he tugged the man’s arm a bit. “Hey, buddy… Come on… Wake up…please?”
His choppy hair stuck to the sweat caking his face. It was a cool night, but the loose Hawaiian shirt and mismatched brogues on him felt heavy. The cyan fabric rippled from the passing wind. It was unsettlingly quiet, and the thought of being alone with some corpse was not the most comforting image. He looked back at his headlights, no other vehicle in sight, and fixed his gaze on the man on the ground. “I’m giving you one last chance…”
Axeykins
Humanoid Typhoon
He remained limp as a wet noodle on the ground. He could hear a muddied voice and felt the slight warmth and pressure of someone touching him but he couldn't open his eyes. Much as he would have loved to tell this individual where to take him and drop him off his body had shut down to do it's unusual faster healing thing when he sustained injuries this drastic and there was nothing that could be done about it. His breathing slowed as did his heart rate.
He was going to be perfectly fine as he always was. For him it wasn't the worst thing that had happened to him....granted he woke up in time to actually let anyone know it. But unfortunately he was as useless as a corpse and greatly looking the part of it now too. Screaming internally to wake the hell up to no avail.
He was going to be perfectly fine as he always was. For him it wasn't the worst thing that had happened to him....granted he woke up in time to actually let anyone know it. But unfortunately he was as useless as a corpse and greatly looking the part of it now too. Screaming internally to wake the hell up to no avail.
buzz
to infighngnity & beyond
“…Damn it.”
Vincent cupped his face in his hands before quickly snapping himself out of it. Not the time to cry—at least, not yet. It was, however, the time to put the plan that he’d been building in the back of his head for the past two minutes into motion.
Using the greatest power of his twig arms, he flipped the stranger over. His face wasn’t the scruffy greaseball he’d been expecting to see. It almost sent him into another lapse of focus, but Vincent kept his schoolboy urges to himself. “OK, Mr. Silverfox, I’m NOT letting the cops find you dead on the street.” He huffed, failing to drag Mr. Silverfox’s body any further than a few inches. If it wasn’t already obvious, no gym time and Lunchables for breakfast everyday don’t build muscle in a man. Vincent wasn’t too fond of muscles anyway, unless they’re on someone else, of course. In this case, Mr. Silverfox had quite a few on display. Forcing himself to focus on the task at hand again, Vincent dug a laundry cart out of his trunk. Hopefully it wouldn’t be too uncomfortable.
“It’ll only hurt for a bit, uh, I think.” After struggling for what felt like an hour, he managed to partly stuff the man into the cart. “Don’t fall out… don’t fall out…”
The backseat doors were wide open, and in a mad rush towards them, he bumped the cart into the door edge. “Not again!”
The cart tipped over, spilling its human contents onto the pavement in front of the open door. “Oh, jeez…” Already exhausted, he could only stare at the mess in front of him. “Close enough, I guess.”
With enough effort, the man was laid in the backseat in as natural as a pose that Vincent could fix him into. In other words, it wasn’t very natural, but at least there was a good shot of his biceps in the rear view mirror. The struggle had emotionally eviscerated the driver. He resorted to talking to himself as he made a U-turn, towards the town outskirts. “He’s definitely dead by now…” The radio pop music didn’t offer the best soundtrack for his conclusion. “I didn’t think I’d end the graveyard shift… looking for a graveyard…” He laughed to himself for as long as he could before realizing how utterly depressing his night had already become.
Vincent cupped his face in his hands before quickly snapping himself out of it. Not the time to cry—at least, not yet. It was, however, the time to put the plan that he’d been building in the back of his head for the past two minutes into motion.
Using the greatest power of his twig arms, he flipped the stranger over. His face wasn’t the scruffy greaseball he’d been expecting to see. It almost sent him into another lapse of focus, but Vincent kept his schoolboy urges to himself. “OK, Mr. Silverfox, I’m NOT letting the cops find you dead on the street.” He huffed, failing to drag Mr. Silverfox’s body any further than a few inches. If it wasn’t already obvious, no gym time and Lunchables for breakfast everyday don’t build muscle in a man. Vincent wasn’t too fond of muscles anyway, unless they’re on someone else, of course. In this case, Mr. Silverfox had quite a few on display. Forcing himself to focus on the task at hand again, Vincent dug a laundry cart out of his trunk. Hopefully it wouldn’t be too uncomfortable.
“It’ll only hurt for a bit, uh, I think.” After struggling for what felt like an hour, he managed to partly stuff the man into the cart. “Don’t fall out… don’t fall out…”
The backseat doors were wide open, and in a mad rush towards them, he bumped the cart into the door edge. “Not again!”
The cart tipped over, spilling its human contents onto the pavement in front of the open door. “Oh, jeez…” Already exhausted, he could only stare at the mess in front of him. “Close enough, I guess.”
With enough effort, the man was laid in the backseat in as natural as a pose that Vincent could fix him into. In other words, it wasn’t very natural, but at least there was a good shot of his biceps in the rear view mirror. The struggle had emotionally eviscerated the driver. He resorted to talking to himself as he made a U-turn, towards the town outskirts. “He’s definitely dead by now…” The radio pop music didn’t offer the best soundtrack for his conclusion. “I didn’t think I’d end the graveyard shift… looking for a graveyard…” He laughed to himself for as long as he could before realizing how utterly depressing his night had already become.
Axeykins
Humanoid Typhoon
If he could have screamed out loud he would have. He could feel whoever it was manhandling him struggle dragging him away then practically shoving him into some smaller space limbs spread akimbo. Every little jostle made the cuts and broken bones sting in agony, but he still could only scream internally. Which only increased as he heard and engine rev up and by far faster movement.
'goddamnit wake up wake up wake up!' He fought and fought to get his eyes to open up. Give some indication to this person that he was still alive. It was no use for now, he had to hope and pray that he healed up enough to snap out of it before they reached the hospital or wherever the hell he was being taken.
It felt like it was taking forever to get wherever they were going. And soon with the flashes of street lights getting more few and far between he started to panic. Uh-oh...what was this fool doing? Going out of town?? The hell?! This just screamed of nothing good.
With the best of his possible efforts Sisceal began trying to move any part of his body at all. Any. He managed to wiggle his toes but what good was that stuck in his shoes? Fingers were a no go with one usable arm for the time being, the other was busted. He did managed to utter a sort of breathy moan from his lips but that sounded more like a death rattle than breathing. Goddamnit he was going to have his ass dumped somewhere again wasn't he??
'goddamnit wake up wake up wake up!' He fought and fought to get his eyes to open up. Give some indication to this person that he was still alive. It was no use for now, he had to hope and pray that he healed up enough to snap out of it before they reached the hospital or wherever the hell he was being taken.
It felt like it was taking forever to get wherever they were going. And soon with the flashes of street lights getting more few and far between he started to panic. Uh-oh...what was this fool doing? Going out of town?? The hell?! This just screamed of nothing good.
With the best of his possible efforts Sisceal began trying to move any part of his body at all. Any. He managed to wiggle his toes but what good was that stuck in his shoes? Fingers were a no go with one usable arm for the time being, the other was busted. He did managed to utter a sort of breathy moan from his lips but that sounded more like a death rattle than breathing. Goddamnit he was going to have his ass dumped somewhere again wasn't he??
buzz
to infighngnity & beyond
He was starting to loosen up a bit, which would be impossible for anyone else, but Vincent was very clearly not normal. It was definitely his first time hiding a body, though it doesn’t quite seem like it. Maybe the Timbaland blaring from the speakers offered enough comfort for him to feel rather fine with the situation he’s been dealt.
He hadn’t been out of town for a long time, especially considering how long he’s been without funds to enjoy the out of town fun. There was a lone casino somewhere along the way, followed by a run-down graveyard. Hopefully there are no new gates put in place. Even more importantly, Vincent hoped there were no other people hiding bodies. Just imagining the encounter made him snort. Would they kill each other? Tip their hats like the colleagues they are? He glanced at his rear view mirror again. “Silver hair… Haven’t seen that before. Cute, I like it.” His eyes strayed, thoughts too occupied to catch the man’s slight movements. “Focus, Vinny boy! I can’t haul two corpses at once…”
Before long, the bright casino lights were in view. He was about to stop, maybe grab something from the nearby Maccy Dees, when the good ol’ red and blue flashed behind them.
“Hiyaaa, Officer… Yep, great night so far. Uh, him? Oh, yeah, that’s… um, Fooooaaalkner. My silly buddy Falkner blacked out from too many you-know-whats. Check his pulse? What…” He tried to laugh though it was really just hot air blowing out of his tightening lungs. He had to come up with a plan. “Well, if you want, go ahead.”
His fingers clicked the doors unlocked for the officer to open. Think, think, think! How would he force a pulse into dead meat?
“He looks rough? Haha, yeahh… Uhh…. We were having a costume party… It was themed, you know. And sexy. Veryyy sexy.”
The officer didn’t seem to happy to hear that. Vincent looked back at him with a wink. Ignoring the driver, the cop placed his fingers on the man’s neck. Uh-oh. Immediately, Vincent pushed himself backwards, slamming on the horn. That oughta send a jolt worthy of a pulse, he hoped with very little reasoning.
He hadn’t been out of town for a long time, especially considering how long he’s been without funds to enjoy the out of town fun. There was a lone casino somewhere along the way, followed by a run-down graveyard. Hopefully there are no new gates put in place. Even more importantly, Vincent hoped there were no other people hiding bodies. Just imagining the encounter made him snort. Would they kill each other? Tip their hats like the colleagues they are? He glanced at his rear view mirror again. “Silver hair… Haven’t seen that before. Cute, I like it.” His eyes strayed, thoughts too occupied to catch the man’s slight movements. “Focus, Vinny boy! I can’t haul two corpses at once…”
Before long, the bright casino lights were in view. He was about to stop, maybe grab something from the nearby Maccy Dees, when the good ol’ red and blue flashed behind them.
“Hiyaaa, Officer… Yep, great night so far. Uh, him? Oh, yeah, that’s… um, Fooooaaalkner. My silly buddy Falkner blacked out from too many you-know-whats. Check his pulse? What…” He tried to laugh though it was really just hot air blowing out of his tightening lungs. He had to come up with a plan. “Well, if you want, go ahead.”
His fingers clicked the doors unlocked for the officer to open. Think, think, think! How would he force a pulse into dead meat?
“He looks rough? Haha, yeahh… Uhh…. We were having a costume party… It was themed, you know. And sexy. Veryyy sexy.”
The officer didn’t seem to happy to hear that. Vincent looked back at him with a wink. Ignoring the driver, the cop placed his fingers on the man’s neck. Uh-oh. Immediately, Vincent pushed himself backwards, slamming on the horn. That oughta send a jolt worthy of a pulse, he hoped with very little reasoning.
Axeykins
Humanoid Typhoon
"What the hell is wrong with you? Sit back upright or I'm putting you in my car while I check him dammnit.....jackass..." The officer grumbled. Once more attempting to feel for a pulse. He didn't trust this guy. He was acting way too greasy about this simple traffic stop, particularly when he got close to this guy in the back seat. The fellow looked in horrible shape. Bleeding and bruised, arm and a leg bent at an odd angle and more deeply bruised. Looked way too good to be costume makeup at all.
What is wrong with him indeed. Jesus Christ. Sisceal would have frowned if he could have. But all he could manage was a soft gutteral exhale which at this point did not help the situation. With his pulse almost unreadable it predictably made things far, far worse. He could feel this officer pulling his hand away and hear him unlatching his taser or possibly gun? Hell if he knew it all sounded like things were under water to him.
What is wrong with him indeed. Jesus Christ. Sisceal would have frowned if he could have. But all he could manage was a soft gutteral exhale which at this point did not help the situation. With his pulse almost unreadable it predictably made things far, far worse. He could feel this officer pulling his hand away and hear him unlatching his taser or possibly gun? Hell if he knew it all sounded like things were under water to him.
buzz
to infighngnity & beyond
“Oh, heheh, sorry about that, mister…” He fidgeted with himself, even twirling his hair out of sheer stress. He was turned 180 degrees and watching the officer’s movements far too closely. Seeing him reach for something was the signal for desperate measures and accordingly, Vincent yelped, “WAIT!…I mean, he’s my boyfriend! So, I was just getting a little jealous.” He could feel fire under his skin, either from being deathly embarrassed or flustered, or both. “I guess I’m just a little protective, you know, with your big, uh, muscles… I don’t want him waking up to someone like you, ha… ha.” Vincent couldn’t look him in the eye. Meanwhile, in his head, obscenities of all kinds flew about.
Axeykins
Humanoid Typhoon
"I'm going to need you to get out the car immediately son." The officer announced the second after Vincent had finished his little outburst. This guy was way too jumpy and all over the place for his liking. And if this was his boyfriend that only raised even more alarms in his mind.
Sisceal was dumbfounded by what he thought he heard come from this guy's mouth. If he got out of this still alive there were going to be some words or a foot to the ass exchanged with this man. Hits him with at car, shoves him into to taking him God knows where now this boyfriend madness? Man was a tried and true psychopath. Had to be.
Sisceal was dumbfounded by what he thought he heard come from this guy's mouth. If he got out of this still alive there were going to be some words or a foot to the ass exchanged with this man. Hits him with at car, shoves him into to taking him God knows where now this boyfriend madness? Man was a tried and true psychopath. Had to be.
buzz
to infighngnity & beyond
“OK, officer, easy… easy…”
He shifted in his seat, fiddling with the machinery, before a sudden punch of gas sends the vehicle skidding forward. Instead of fretting for his life, maniacal laughter flowed from the speeding car. “See you laterrrr!”
Perhaps having too much fun, Vincent forgot the door in the back was wide open. “Hey, can you close that?” He nonchalantly called to his unwilling partner-in-crime as his focus was fixed squarely on swerving through the streets. “Oh, forgot. Sorry.”
A sharp turn sent the door slamming into its place. “Hold on, buddy! Make sure your leg doesn’t get caught in the door.” He snickered. “Hopefully that’s not too late of a warning. I can do that sometimes. You know, being late with reactions.” He glanced at the rear view mirror. “Sorry, too soon.”
They continued barreling through increasingly dim streets. The old SUV was holding up pretty well, the chief vigilante thought, as lights followed their descent into the dark woods.
He shifted in his seat, fiddling with the machinery, before a sudden punch of gas sends the vehicle skidding forward. Instead of fretting for his life, maniacal laughter flowed from the speeding car. “See you laterrrr!”
Perhaps having too much fun, Vincent forgot the door in the back was wide open. “Hey, can you close that?” He nonchalantly called to his unwilling partner-in-crime as his focus was fixed squarely on swerving through the streets. “Oh, forgot. Sorry.”
A sharp turn sent the door slamming into its place. “Hold on, buddy! Make sure your leg doesn’t get caught in the door.” He snickered. “Hopefully that’s not too late of a warning. I can do that sometimes. You know, being late with reactions.” He glanced at the rear view mirror. “Sorry, too soon.”
They continued barreling through increasingly dim streets. The old SUV was holding up pretty well, the chief vigilante thought, as lights followed their descent into the dark woods.
Axeykins
Humanoid Typhoon
"Hey HEY!!!" The officer screamed out as the SUV tore away from him. Racing to his car to radio for backup, barely marking down a description of the vehicle as it disappeared into the trees.
What in the ever loving hell....Sisceal was able to crack his eyes open the tiniest bit now. Blurs of lights whipping by faster and faster. This was it, this was how he was going to die. By the hands of some panicky idiot taking him God knows where. Couldn't be sane and take him to a hospital or try and look for an ID and take him home. Nope. Out into the middle of bumfuck nowhere. He swore on his life that if he woke up before this fool tried anything more he was going to strangle him.
What in the ever loving hell....Sisceal was able to crack his eyes open the tiniest bit now. Blurs of lights whipping by faster and faster. This was it, this was how he was going to die. By the hands of some panicky idiot taking him God knows where. Couldn't be sane and take him to a hospital or try and look for an ID and take him home. Nope. Out into the middle of bumfuck nowhere. He swore on his life that if he woke up before this fool tried anything more he was going to strangle him.
buzz
to infighngnity & beyond
They were well on their way to the destination now. Vincent did make a few panicked turns, so there was definitely a detour. He knew there was an upcoming route that’d lead them to the graveyard, but that didn’t make the otherwise unfamiliar journey any less creepy. He rolled up the windows in case any demonic zombie deer decided to jump out and grab him, though he wouldn’t be too peeved if his passenger got snatched.
He glanced at him again, and swore he saw the faintest glimmer of white in his eyes. After checking again, it was hard to tell if his own eyes were deceiving him. “Wakey wakey?” Vincent wasn’t the best at splitting time between looking at the road and his silver-haired companion. The way the darkness danced around them didn’t help, as he slowly felt like there was now a bigger monster than a cop on their tail. Binging a few Bigfoot Hunter episodes the night before definitely didn’t help. His own foot pressed a little harder on the pedal and the speed gauge replied by quickly inching further.
“Hey man, if you’re alive, I’d really enjoy some commentary. Gaga isn’t helping too much right now.” He cleared his throat in anticipation of a response. “I’m not even sure if you know who that is. I mean, you’ve gotta be like 40, right?” It was easy for him to get far too involved in inspecting appearances, especially handsome ones. “You still look great, though. Maybe it’s a good dye job. I wonder if you have a special someone? Eh, probably some hag. You’d probably be into me if you weren’t dead.” An obnoxious cackle erupted once again. “Oh, boy, what a loss. I’ll make sure your burial’s as pretty as you are.” With one hand, he caressed his own shoulders, sore from hauling a grown man in a laundry cart. “No promises, though. I’m kinda new to this.”
His chatter couldn’t sustain itself long enough—a few more miles remained.
He glanced at him again, and swore he saw the faintest glimmer of white in his eyes. After checking again, it was hard to tell if his own eyes were deceiving him. “Wakey wakey?” Vincent wasn’t the best at splitting time between looking at the road and his silver-haired companion. The way the darkness danced around them didn’t help, as he slowly felt like there was now a bigger monster than a cop on their tail. Binging a few Bigfoot Hunter episodes the night before definitely didn’t help. His own foot pressed a little harder on the pedal and the speed gauge replied by quickly inching further.
“Hey man, if you’re alive, I’d really enjoy some commentary. Gaga isn’t helping too much right now.” He cleared his throat in anticipation of a response. “I’m not even sure if you know who that is. I mean, you’ve gotta be like 40, right?” It was easy for him to get far too involved in inspecting appearances, especially handsome ones. “You still look great, though. Maybe it’s a good dye job. I wonder if you have a special someone? Eh, probably some hag. You’d probably be into me if you weren’t dead.” An obnoxious cackle erupted once again. “Oh, boy, what a loss. I’ll make sure your burial’s as pretty as you are.” With one hand, he caressed his own shoulders, sore from hauling a grown man in a laundry cart. “No promises, though. I’m kinda new to this.”
His chatter couldn’t sustain itself long enough—a few more miles remained.
Axeykins
Humanoid Typhoon
40....40?!? Sure he was close to that age but he sure as hell didn't look that old! and dye job? Smarmy bastard...what did he even know. The corners of his mouth twinged in unadulterated irritation, falling into a slight frown. Fiiiiinally some movement back! Sisceal tried getting himself situated to have a go at the guy but sharp turns instead forced him head first and flopping straight into the seats in front of him. Straining the broken bones even more.
It was a start....He'd be able to show this man what's what after not too long. One armed or not right now and when he came back to control of his body he'd do it!. Given that he didn't try anything even more stupid but the night was still young.
It was a start....He'd be able to show this man what's what after not too long. One armed or not right now and when he came back to control of his body he'd do it!. Given that he didn't try anything even more stupid but the night was still young.
buzz
to infighngnity & beyond
The foggy air of the witching hour parted almost cinematically to reveal the graveyard sitting at the road’s end. It took them a while, but it was finally time to say goodbye.
Only after pulling his jalopy as close as possible to the graveyard’s makeshift entrance—some bent metal twigs in the ground—did Vincent realize his friend was slumped over. “Huh? How’d you get over here?” He pushed the stranger up and back into his seat. “Just can’t resist me, eh?” Another snort escaped well-trimmed nostrils, before he flung his legs out onto the pavement. “Time to get movin’ Mr. Silverfox. Though I guess I’ll be doing most of the work.” He dragged out his trusty cart once more, and positioned it at the open passenger door’s mouth. All that was left to be done was getting the limp man to jump inside. “Hardest part now… Hang on tight, Mister! This is going to be a little bumpy.”
He struggled and wheezed, groaned and moaned, but eventually got the man halfway in. “Uh, not the most luxurious services, sir, but the best for the price point! …I do wish I was getting paid to do this, though.” The wheels screeched as Vincent turned it to roll into the graveyard. The decaying dirt had scattered patches of grass that made the cart lurch backwards and forwards, jittering like one of Vincent’s favorite playthings.
There were holes that were somewhat dug up—not nearly six feet, but good enough. “God, who’s the desperate freak who was looking for gold here? Closest neighborhood is filled with casino-addicted druggies. What’d they think they would find? A shiny unused needle? Sickos.” Having a catty conversation with a corpse wasn’t making the dandy feel too different from them, though. So, he abruptly shoved the cart forward, spilling the man inside onto spoiled dirt. “Oops.”
Only after pulling his jalopy as close as possible to the graveyard’s makeshift entrance—some bent metal twigs in the ground—did Vincent realize his friend was slumped over. “Huh? How’d you get over here?” He pushed the stranger up and back into his seat. “Just can’t resist me, eh?” Another snort escaped well-trimmed nostrils, before he flung his legs out onto the pavement. “Time to get movin’ Mr. Silverfox. Though I guess I’ll be doing most of the work.” He dragged out his trusty cart once more, and positioned it at the open passenger door’s mouth. All that was left to be done was getting the limp man to jump inside. “Hardest part now… Hang on tight, Mister! This is going to be a little bumpy.”
He struggled and wheezed, groaned and moaned, but eventually got the man halfway in. “Uh, not the most luxurious services, sir, but the best for the price point! …I do wish I was getting paid to do this, though.” The wheels screeched as Vincent turned it to roll into the graveyard. The decaying dirt had scattered patches of grass that made the cart lurch backwards and forwards, jittering like one of Vincent’s favorite playthings.
There were holes that were somewhat dug up—not nearly six feet, but good enough. “God, who’s the desperate freak who was looking for gold here? Closest neighborhood is filled with casino-addicted druggies. What’d they think they would find? A shiny unused needle? Sickos.” Having a catty conversation with a corpse wasn’t making the dandy feel too different from them, though. So, he abruptly shoved the cart forward, spilling the man inside onto spoiled dirt. “Oops.”
Axeykins
Humanoid Typhoon
Pain shooting through his crooked limbs along with the disgusting smell of the rotten dirt all around him and covering him stirred him to consciousness. He'd gotten enough rest to get the worst of the injuries healed up to manageable levels of severity. Least enough so he wouldn't bleed out internally or externally. With a sputtering cough expelling old blood from his lungs he forced himself to turn around in the shallow grave. Tucking his busted arm close to his side before using the better one and better working leg to claw himself upward and out onto the short ledge.
His face absolutely covered in filth and mud on top of blood from the corners of his mouth he looked up to try and make out any details of the man doing this to him. Swearing for a second that it was some greased rat beast but no, after a while of staring and wrapping a hand around this guy's ankle he determined he was in fact human.
His face absolutely covered in filth and mud on top of blood from the corners of his mouth he looked up to try and make out any details of the man doing this to him. Swearing for a second that it was some greased rat beast but no, after a while of staring and wrapping a hand around this guy's ankle he determined he was in fact human.
buzz
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“Well, that was easy, time to go home!” He was about to turn when something latched onto his pink sock-covered ankles. Immediately, a shriek bearing the pitch of a hundred deranged parakeets flew out into the clouds. “ZOMBIE!!!”
Like a madman, he jumped and attempted to break free, but fell flat into the dirt. His jeans were now wet from the earth’s damp touch, but surprisingly Vincent cared more about survival than fashion. His nails clawed into the dirt and threw clumps backwards as he wormed his way a few inches from the ditch. Giving up after one of his nails broke, he laid flat on his back, eyeing whatever the hell was rising from the hole. “Please! I’m to pretty to die!”
Like a madman, he jumped and attempted to break free, but fell flat into the dirt. His jeans were now wet from the earth’s damp touch, but surprisingly Vincent cared more about survival than fashion. His nails clawed into the dirt and threw clumps backwards as he wormed his way a few inches from the ditch. Giving up after one of his nails broke, he laid flat on his back, eyeing whatever the hell was rising from the hole. “Please! I’m to pretty to die!”
Axeykins
Humanoid Typhoon
"Oh God above if you're what they consider pretty nowadays I've died and gone to Hell." Sisceal spat out in the most sour of tones. He was not happy with this asshole at all and the fact that he shrieked so loud it near bust his eardrums didn't make it any better. With a grunt he tugged harder on the man's ankle, pulling himself up farther out of the hole. "I don't know what the Hell you're doing, but can you get me out of here already....everything goddamn hurts. What did you do to me you psychopath...."
buzz
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“Huh?” He leaned forward, and saw the voice belonged to none other than the white-haired dead man. “Wait, you’re not dead?”
His chest rose and fell from strained breathing. Pausing to stare at the sentient corpse, now a fully living man, he inhaled and exhaled more slowly. It wasn’t as bad as he thought, or perhaps it was far worse than he thought. Either way, he didn’t kill anyone today, and that lightened a load that was lingering in the back of his juvenile mind. “Nothing!” He grinned widely, the happiness on his face nearly bursting at their lipstick-lined seams. “Nothing at all, apparently! You look great, Mr. Silverfox!”
Vincent scrambled over and reach a hand out. He examined the man without any guilt, and red tinged his otherwise pallid cheeks. It’d been a long time since he laid eyes on such a truly fine specimen. The others were great, and he’d treat them to freebies, but none of them quite compared to this “zombie.”
“You look pretty great, actually. Well, better than I last saw you. Anyway, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’ll be your escort out of the mud—you’re welcome—and you can call me Vincent. Or Vinny poo.” He winked, hand outstretched. Maybe he didn’t hear the insults flung at him.
His chest rose and fell from strained breathing. Pausing to stare at the sentient corpse, now a fully living man, he inhaled and exhaled more slowly. It wasn’t as bad as he thought, or perhaps it was far worse than he thought. Either way, he didn’t kill anyone today, and that lightened a load that was lingering in the back of his juvenile mind. “Nothing!” He grinned widely, the happiness on his face nearly bursting at their lipstick-lined seams. “Nothing at all, apparently! You look great, Mr. Silverfox!”
Vincent scrambled over and reach a hand out. He examined the man without any guilt, and red tinged his otherwise pallid cheeks. It’d been a long time since he laid eyes on such a truly fine specimen. The others were great, and he’d treat them to freebies, but none of them quite compared to this “zombie.”
“You look pretty great, actually. Well, better than I last saw you. Anyway, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’ll be your escort out of the mud—you’re welcome—and you can call me Vincent. Or Vinny poo.” He winked, hand outstretched. Maybe he didn’t hear the insults flung at him.
Axeykins
Humanoid Typhoon
"I know bullshit when I smell it don't lie to me, there's no way I look that good right now...I feel awful. My arm hurts, my leg hurts, my chest hurts. Crawled out of the mud from what even is this....is this a graveyard?...ugh." He regretfully accepted the helping hand. What other choice did he have at the moment? Vincent here as he called himself was trying to bury him alive after picking up out of the streets like roadkill apparently. He had zero clue where they even were compared to the city and hobbling back was no an option unless he wanted his leg to be fucked up for a long time.
"Pleasure..." He groaned again at any slightest bit of movement. "Name's Sisceal. Now if the pleasantries are out of the way could you please get me the hell out of here and to a hospital or home...or anywhere but here." He blinked as he caught the slightest hints of flashing lights in the distance. Red and blue ones a long ways up the path but then the beams of flashlights weaving through the trees.
"Pleasure..." He groaned again at any slightest bit of movement. "Name's Sisceal. Now if the pleasantries are out of the way could you please get me the hell out of here and to a hospital or home...or anywhere but here." He blinked as he caught the slightest hints of flashing lights in the distance. Red and blue ones a long ways up the path but then the beams of flashlights weaving through the trees.
buzz
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A little too enamored by the grouchy groans of his new friend, Vincent didn’t realize they were followed by an entourage.
“Shit! It’s them… They probably think I’m a serial killer or something.” He shook his head, then looked at Sisceal. “Sorry, Mr. Sisceal, but I’ll probably explain later. If I remember to. Anyway, come on!”
Happy to grab the man’s hand, Vincent tugged him behind the dilapidated church in the middle of the graveyard. Holding a finger to pursed lips, he signaled for Sisceal to be quiet as the figures approached them. It didn’t take long for Vincent to break his own rule though, as he cursed himself for leaving his car wide open, “Nooo… Please don’t take my baby away…”
“Shit! It’s them… They probably think I’m a serial killer or something.” He shook his head, then looked at Sisceal. “Sorry, Mr. Sisceal, but I’ll probably explain later. If I remember to. Anyway, come on!”
Happy to grab the man’s hand, Vincent tugged him behind the dilapidated church in the middle of the graveyard. Holding a finger to pursed lips, he signaled for Sisceal to be quiet as the figures approached them. It didn’t take long for Vincent to break his own rule though, as he cursed himself for leaving his car wide open, “Nooo… Please don’t take my baby away…”
Axeykins
Humanoid Typhoon
"Ffffffffuck!" Sisceal burst out as he was so roughly yanked about. "My goddamn leg is broken you nonce! I don't know what you're doing but it isn't going to be running unless you can carry me." He eyed Vincent up and down with pure unadulterated judgement. Making it clear to this beanpole that he knew that was never going to happen.
"What did you even do to get them after you?? You're going to either let them take me back and give yourself up or take the hunk of junk you brought me in if you're so keen on running. Because I ain't moving an inch."
"What did you even do to get them after you?? You're going to either let them take me back and give yourself up or take the hunk of junk you brought me in if you're so keen on running. Because I ain't moving an inch."
buzz
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“Oh, fine, I’ll do it myself. Sit tight, sleeping beauty. I’ve gotta save my baby! Mama’s coming!!”
He sprinted forward, ducking behind gravestones when one was in his path. Jumping and careening through the graveyard, he tripped over what he thought to be someone’s finger sticking out of their grave. Another characteristic screech erupted from him, followed by a bullets cracking the headstone, which prompted Vincent to sprint like a madman towards his vehicle.
“Get ready!” His voice was nothing against an orchestra of bullets. The metal managed to rain on his car, but the fear of paying to get it fixed helped him to move quickly. Slamming on the gas, the SUV skid over what little fencing was left, and stopped next to Sisceal’s hiding spot. “Get in!” Vincent was a comical sight as he shivered with his head kept low.
He sprinted forward, ducking behind gravestones when one was in his path. Jumping and careening through the graveyard, he tripped over what he thought to be someone’s finger sticking out of their grave. Another characteristic screech erupted from him, followed by a bullets cracking the headstone, which prompted Vincent to sprint like a madman towards his vehicle.
“Get ready!” His voice was nothing against an orchestra of bullets. The metal managed to rain on his car, but the fear of paying to get it fixed helped him to move quickly. Slamming on the gas, the SUV skid over what little fencing was left, and stopped next to Sisceal’s hiding spot. “Get in!” Vincent was a comical sight as he shivered with his head kept low.
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