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ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ sᴏʟᴅɪᴇʀ ([personal profile] freightcars) wrote in [community profile] meadowlarklogs 2020-08-13 03:17 am (UTC)

[ Show yourself. The order carries down the alley, and after only the briefest of hesitations, the woman begins bouncing along toward them. Bobbing, sort of, with limbs flailing like the loose arms of a fresh corpse, no stiffness set in yet, all heavy swinging weight.

Her feet, he realizes, don't move across the ground. The toes barely touch before they're hopping again, or— jolting again on the next forward "step".

The thing holding her up by the neck slowly becomes clearer. It's a flesh-toned band of muscle, or skin, or thick branch. It's not just hanging her by the neck, it's part of her neck, stretching long and getting wider behind her the more that it comes toward them.

He's watched his fair share of Monsters of the Deep on the Discovery channel, one of exactly six that came in on the shitty, antiquated television in one of the hostels he lived in for a few weeks. Even if he hadn't, it doesn't take a genius to come to the conclusion that it's bait connected to something much larger.

She's about four feet away when the first row of teeth juts around the corner of the alley. ]


Yeah, that's enough of that.

[ He intones grimly, the last word barely out of his mouth before he pulls the trigger. ]

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