Drabble I wrote for Sabulana a while back that I just found again and decided to post. XP I am still working on new fics, but Junior year is a killer and it'll probably be a while before anything big is posted.
-gone-
It licked purple lips in anticipation. The stone was cool beneath it, slightly damp from the morning dew and chilled as the sun had not yet risen. The black claws tightened slightly around its perch, tiny fragments of dust and mortar crumbling off and falling down to the path above which it was crouched. Crouched; watching… waiting.
Its quarry was nearly beneath it now, cautious and wary as he observed his surroundings with a keen eye. Keen... but not keen enough, it thought with glee, smirking down at the figure below. It could smell the adrenaline, the sweat, the fear that exuded off the man as he put one tentative foot after the other, knowing that it was out there, somewhere...
The black claws tensed again, slightly larger chips giving way to their serrated pressure. The almost imperceptible rain of dust alerted the man, and he whipped around, gun aimed and finger on the trigger, but the being was already in the air, hurtling towards him, and then they were on the ground, purple rolling with brown until they stopped, dreadlocks hanging over the edge of the stone ruins of the walkway as he lay there, staring into black endless pools with the claws ever-tightening on his shoulders. The purple lips curled into a smirk.
Blue eyes narrowed at the demonic face hovering above him, but he lay still and silent as the monster grinned wickedly, playing with him, waiting for him to break, nails digging ever harder into the soft flesh beneath his shoulder blades until the warm blood trickled down his arms and pooled in a black ooze around his back and head. The rivulets snaked their way across the stone, carving trails through the dust, then slid over the edge into the abyss and the dark below.
The blue eyes continued to narrow, sharpening until they were mere slits through which their owner glared his hatred at this captor, and the purple lips stretched even broader across their domain and then suddenly were on his, meshing and forcing and biting. The claws dug harder into his skin and he felt a body pressed against his, dead weight, hips grinding against his own in a motion both pleasurable and disgusting. And even as he struggled to work his arm free, the one arm he needed, he felt the blackened nails of one hand rip themselves free and proceed to areas where they were most certainly unwelcome.
But then his hand was free and his fingers grasped the cool metal of his savior, his only friend in this day and age, and he twisted it up and around, cocked the barrel, and had it to his captor's head, even as the cold lips pulled away and smirked at him again, black empty eyes staring at him in a lifeless yet somehow knowing manner. He had the barrel to Jak's head even as the claws tore their way across his throat, his life blood spilling across the suddenly pale skin, the dusty walkway, and into the endless chasm. The gun went off.
-fin-
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