[ She could hear the sound of the boy's staggering footsteps. The blur of his form was moving unsteadily towards the door. There was a quiet click as it shut behind him. The noise she made was a soft snarl. Fine. Run then, boy. He could get away from her, but not from the toxin already spreading through his limbs to his lungs. He wouldn't get far. And inevitably she would find him again -- and his friend, too, if he revived in the City.
She always found them. The bad children. Even Heine hadn't been able to run from her forever.
Now, it was time to heal. She would lay down behind closed doors and become a pupa, quiet and dormant for a few hours as she metamorphosed into another body. This one would regenerate, make her whole again. All the while, Katurian's body would be waiting for her. And when she awoke, she would put on a clean dress, and she would put that cooling corpse on the operating table. She would pull her favorite scalpel free from his throat. She would take off his mask, his costume-- fold them, set them aside neatly. She would clean the blood.
Then, tenderly, she would cut his still heart out of his chest. ]
no subject
She always found them. The bad children. Even Heine hadn't been able to run from her forever.
Now, it was time to heal. She would lay down behind closed doors and become a pupa, quiet and dormant for a few hours as she metamorphosed into another body. This one would regenerate, make her whole again. All the while, Katurian's body would be waiting for her. And when she awoke, she would put on a clean dress, and she would put that cooling corpse on the operating table. She would pull her favorite scalpel free from his throat. She would take off his mask, his costume-- fold them, set them aside neatly. She would clean the blood.
Then, tenderly, she would cut his still heart out of his chest. ]