"I'm not like them," he mutters, and he knows that's not enough, hears all possible retorts and keeps talking to cut it off: "I won't let it get that far."
Yeah.
He can stop anytime he wants.
Honest.
Whatever. He comes to the vent at the end of the line, beyond which is light, and what looks like... an apartment? Well, shit. Hopefully nobody's home. He bangs awkwardly against the vent until it dislodges.
He holds a hand out to Tim, motioning for silence - would that be too much to ask? - before inching forward. It's not an apartment, more like... a little cave with bottles and garbage strewn around. A mattress on the floor. Rust-colored stains on the wall. Jay shivers.
"Let's go," he whispers, and shimmies the rest of the way out.
He didn't see the occupant, because the occupant was standing in the corner, just in his blind spot.
A hand seizes the back of his shirt, drags him roughly upward as a strained voice shrieks, "How dare you, monster - I, I'm lonely, I'm so lonely-!"
The man, what's left of him, pivots Jay and slams him into the wall, Jay's left gasping and flailing as the splicer lifts an arm back, light glinting off the jagged blade of a knife, and the only thing Jay can think to do is open his hand in the fucker's face.
That's all. None left now. He can feel the emptiness in his veins.
The splicer drops him hard, shrieking and swatting at the bees that won't kill him, will only buy them some time, and he scrambles back. Nowhere to fucking go. Splicer's between them at the door.
"Stay down!" he yells. The bees don't discriminate. They'd go after Tim just as quickly.
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Yeah.
He can stop anytime he wants.
Honest.
Whatever. He comes to the vent at the end of the line, beyond which is light, and what looks like... an apartment? Well, shit. Hopefully nobody's home. He bangs awkwardly against the vent until it dislodges.
He holds a hand out to Tim, motioning for silence - would that be too much to ask? - before inching forward. It's not an apartment, more like... a little cave with bottles and garbage strewn around. A mattress on the floor. Rust-colored stains on the wall. Jay shivers.
"Let's go," he whispers, and shimmies the rest of the way out.
He didn't see the occupant, because the occupant was standing in the corner, just in his blind spot.
A hand seizes the back of his shirt, drags him roughly upward as a strained voice shrieks, "How dare you, monster - I, I'm lonely, I'm so lonely-!"
The man, what's left of him, pivots Jay and slams him into the wall, Jay's left gasping and flailing as the splicer lifts an arm back, light glinting off the jagged blade of a knife, and the only thing Jay can think to do is open his hand in the fucker's face.
That's all. None left now. He can feel the emptiness in his veins.
The splicer drops him hard, shrieking and swatting at the bees that won't kill him, will only buy them some time, and he scrambles back. Nowhere to fucking go. Splicer's between them at the door.
"Stay down!" he yells. The bees don't discriminate. They'd go after Tim just as quickly.