hero-of-nara

[voidvoyeur]

@empathecary

Everyone but the girl is dead.         The evidence of slaughter is clear in the crimson strewn across the concrete sidewalks, the humid stench of the school basement’s spouting pipelines -- dripping a mottled concoction of perspiring rust and blood. She, however, has offered little decoration to the neighborhood’s site, avoiding his eyeline either out of swift, strategised stealth or by sheer luck. Her motivation has always been painfully predictable, providing care for her teammates; bandaging the bodily harm they endure, the occasional self-sacrifical endeavour to throw herself in front of the arc of his knife so another could escape. Now, she is entirely alone with no one to protect but herself.            He watches her, her head clear-cut through the second-storey glassless window, her thick, black hair forming a spherical silhouette against the inner panelling of a nameless house. The leaden soles of his boots nail to the ground, impossibly motionless -- his natural state a preternatural self-paralysis. There is no footfall to tread forward on the front yard in anticipation of a chase. His palms do not twinge with the desire to reach out yet, not until an adjacent pair of eyes find him reflected in their lense. He stands below her, bordered in the window’s frame, as an unspoken call for attention, the rousing sense of recognition -- always waiting to be cast visible. A shadow wanting to be pulled out of the dark.