[ he can probably see It chewing on his arm like a turkey leg as he runs.
what a fucking ridiculous image, right? it's almost hysterical, in the way things get when you're running out of time. it's such a terrible image to have burned into your mind - dinnertime for a clown, the click and gag of blood shooting from an open throat wound. a pez dispenser. an out of place cosplayer at a renaissance fair, just - stupid. the little things a brain finds funny before it loses power and shuts down entirely.
the clown just walks after him. nothing can stop it. richie runs out of the pavilion, bleeding heavily across the ground. he slips on a bit of the blood, and distantly, he might hear guards shouting, people panicking at an armless man running through their peaceful city. there are children crying. he does make it decently far before the clown catches up to him, but there's no running forever. this thing knows how to wait. and now, it doesn't even really care all that much about the luofu, because the bloodlust, the moon rage - it's overwhelming. it wants to eat the rest of richie, crunch right down on all that juicy marrow, drink bloodwine and be covered in it - that is was strength is, tearing a lesser species to pieces.
hoolay slams into richie's back. knocks him to the ground, and settles there to feast. he rips skin from bone, crunches into joints and savors each drop of blood.
but here's the thing - the guards know, now. the cloud knights are aware that this creature is among them, and they do not hesitate. even as hoolay is enjoying his meal, they come together, and richie - the last thing you see before your vision is gone entirely is a man with white hair pulled into a ponytail, with a red ribbon, lifting a glaive to destroy the creature digging into your guts. you won, really. right? the ship is saved. you just had to sacrifice two white men to do it.
richie, do you have any last thoughts before you die? ]
[Well chief among them is one thing: looking at this interloper with his fast fading eyes, Richie has the temerity to squint in disbelief. Didn't I watch you die?
Pretty chuckalicious when you think about it. My god. He should have blown Hoolay a raspberry and ran shrieking out the door from the get go, if help was just around the corner the whole time. Then he wouldn't have had to putz around like a moron and drag Eddie into this.
That's what really hurts. The meat rips from his bones and he sees his own viscera spill out, sees the threads of his muscle and tendon catch in the clown-cum-wolf's teeth, and not one bit of it hurts more than the way Eddie looked as the knife underlined his Adam's apple.
I'm sorry Eds.
The glaive is coming down and the lights are going out, and thank god the sunovabitch is going down with him. But victory tastes like so much ash in his mouth. He wants to sob, and he no longer has the grip on his body to do it.
I didn't think it through Eds. I didn't think at all. I'm so fucking sorry.
And that's all for our show tonight folks! This is Rich Tozier signing off for KLAD 93.5, your number one station for all that rocks and rolls! We play aaaaaall the hits!
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what a fucking ridiculous image, right? it's almost hysterical, in the way things get when you're running out of time. it's such a terrible image to have burned into your mind - dinnertime for a clown, the click and gag of blood shooting from an open throat wound. a pez dispenser. an out of place cosplayer at a renaissance fair, just - stupid. the little things a brain finds funny before it loses power and shuts down entirely.
the clown just walks after him. nothing can stop it. richie runs out of the pavilion, bleeding heavily across the ground. he slips on a bit of the blood, and distantly, he might hear guards shouting, people panicking at an armless man running through their peaceful city. there are children crying. he does make it decently far before the clown catches up to him, but there's no running forever. this thing knows how to wait. and now, it doesn't even really care all that much about the luofu, because the bloodlust, the moon rage - it's overwhelming. it wants to eat the rest of richie, crunch right down on all that juicy marrow, drink bloodwine and be covered in it - that is was strength is, tearing a lesser species to pieces.
hoolay slams into richie's back. knocks him to the ground, and settles there to feast. he rips skin from bone, crunches into joints and savors each drop of blood.
but here's the thing - the guards know, now. the cloud knights are aware that this creature is among them, and they do not hesitate. even as hoolay is enjoying his meal, they come together, and richie - the last thing you see before your vision is gone entirely is a man with white hair pulled into a ponytail, with a red ribbon, lifting a glaive to destroy the creature digging into your guts. you won, really. right? the ship is saved. you just had to sacrifice two white men to do it.
richie, do you have any last thoughts before you die? ]
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Pretty chuckalicious when you think about it. My god. He should have blown Hoolay a raspberry and ran shrieking out the door from the get go, if help was just around the corner the whole time. Then he wouldn't have had to putz around like a moron and drag Eddie into this.
That's what really hurts. The meat rips from his bones and he sees his own viscera spill out, sees the threads of his muscle and tendon catch in the clown-cum-wolf's teeth, and not one bit of it hurts more than the way Eddie looked as the knife underlined his Adam's apple.
I'm sorry Eds.
The glaive is coming down and the lights are going out, and thank god the sunovabitch is going down with him. But victory tastes like so much ash in his mouth. He wants to sob, and he no longer has the grip on his body to do it.
I didn't think it through Eds. I didn't think at all. I'm so fucking sorry.
And that's all for our show tonight folks! This is Rich Tozier signing off for KLAD 93.5, your number one station for all that rocks and rolls! We play aaaaaall the hits!
Richie laughs. One last time.]