Icon of Coil: finding judas [sian]

October 11, 2002

finding judas [sian]

[wyrmpit]

(asher)
the drive while short brought agony with every stop, every turn, every acceleration that brought him closer to the lab (closer to home) stolen car parked alongside the expensive rides Kaj'sha prefers and the occasional nameless, faceless vehicle of no description
this they will have to dispose of - but now is not the time
the Galliard's body half-crawls (half-falls) half-steps from the driver's side

instinct alone guides him through the hallways and into the tunnels
blood dripping from fingers hanging limp
left shoulder slumped from the bullet still lodged in skin
this......hurts...

but before reaching the comfort of the great (greatest) room, something brings him pause, tankboots ceasing their patternic (staggering) march just outside the broken door, uneven (unfocused, unforgettable) eyes casting themselves into the barren (pristine) room, the act soon followed by his lanky, bruised form

studying the scents
studying the sounds
studying the colors that fade into the stone
the only remnants of her memory

"One of the flock has strayed from the fold......"

mused
taunted
an idea sparking deep within the dark thoughts moving (spiraling) in his (cracked) mind
fingertips trace (molest) wellread pages
blood leaks a slow trail from (homicidal) smile (lips split from leathersole impact)

now is not the time

ice-pick retrieved from the kitchen
cd slipped into the stereo
the volume rises as his body sinks to sit before the speakers
broken bones shifting beneath skin
now...... he must dig the bullet out

(sian)
Blood.
(....in the water.)

More shark than wolf, killer instinct incarnate rouses [Never. Wake. The. Beast.] the weight of steel-corded muscle and blood before the music blasts through mangled room--causing body to tense.

Head birth from shadows depth, as sliding eyes narrow at the wounded half--fist tenses.

(asher)
mismatched eye slide (swim) towards the creature rousing the shadows (marring the calm surface in potential destruction) a smile flickers before the sound (muted roar, rolling in painfilled vombrato that colors the purr in myriad wake) tongue flicking to taste the blood drying across swollen lip

"I think we've several tasks ahead, Sian."

murmured
shirt shrugged free (roadrash across the back of one shoulder) as body twists, peering at the (searing) wound harboring the burning thorn of silver burying itself within lean muscle
a frown brings darkness to young features
this blessed (damned) allergy
the pick held out (wavering) weapon of mercy offered to unwounded (angry, violent) twin

"But help me dig this out first?"

wait any longer
he'll be down for days

(sian)
["Hgggmmm."]

Her soundless grunt vibrates through the room tremor-seismic before one foot births and then another. Reality (un)believing the raw muscle that prevents (mass destruction.) her from anything beyond approach eyes shifting To the wound as ice pick is taken.

Metal (toyed) twisted into a a hook as left hand siezes on his his chest pushing him backwards. (i take. I take. I take.) and icepick is shoved into open wound digging around for silvered sin.

["Who?"]

(asher)
his body folds (bone crunches grind) compliant to her strength-driven wish (which is beauty, and which is beast) bruised lips twisting to smiling (screaming) reaction to the rough dig of hook beneath skin
body shudders from wave of nauseating pain
mismatched eyes rolling to analyze his skull as teeth clench moaning admission
(how I've always quaked beneath your touch)

"I know not who she was....."

Salome's countenance trickling across the windowpane of her mind
the gunshots cracking
the bullet's mindrending bite

".... but she didn't take well to my little tiff with the Gaian......"

Decker's anger white hot in the images replacing the woman's
the trailer trash thug
the fight in the street
the Gaian breaking the veil

".... and it seems Taryn has taken her leave of us...."

(sian)
Bullet falls to the floor staining it with his blood and a chunk of his flesh. The reformed icepick soon follows...

[Shift. We. Go. Find. Judas.]

(asher)
skull cracks against the floor, body arching (twisting) in shuddering metamorphosis from human to nightmare, tar pelt leaking (staining) his skin
the Chrinos is slow to climb to his taloned feet
(weakened, healing, battered)
low slung tail sweeps across the floor, guardhairs brushing bloodstained tile

[lead. me.]
Posted by asher at October 11, 2002 12:00 AM

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