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Category:
Paranormal/Supernatural › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
14
Views:
855
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Scrap--Misplaced Aggression
Sometimes, even they're not too sure what they've killed. Standing upright, Liz swung the ax onto her shoulders, grimacing.
"Goddamnit, this sucks," she complained, running a gore encrusted hand across her forehead. "I swear, it's taking longer to dispose of 'em than it did t'kill 'em."
"Aw, too hard for you, baby? Wanna take a break?" Nox straightened up, looking over one of the large corpses at Liz. Liz swung her ax into her corpse with a wet thunk, scrambling over the mangled body to reach Nox.
"Listen, you cocky little bitch--" she sneered, clearly intending to make a grab for the smirking deamon. A hunk of bloody something smacked her in the side of the head, sending her staggering; Nox's gleeful cackle was cut off by a similar hunk.
"Kay say 'Knock it off, you two,' eh?" Chuckling, Carey severed one of the limbs in one easy move. "Else I be t'inking you two be gettin' anater blood ball, eh?"
Kayla dangled over the top of her beast, hazel eyes flashing disapproving looks at them as she tossed another bloody chunk up and down.
Nox leered. "Baby, I ever tell you how hot you are when you're all bloody?" she purred, licking her lips. "Cause damn, baby, you're gettin' me wet." Kayla flushed and sneered, giving Nox a very readable gesture; Nox blew her a kiss.
"Oh for the love of--look, let's just get this shit done with, alright? My kid's got an open house thing tonight; I'd like to actually catch one of those things." Spinning around carefully, Liz stalked back to her pile, pulled the ax out--squelch--and swung it back in forcibly, picturing Nox's face with each satisfying thunk. Who said misplaced aggression wasn't useful?
AN: Written 08.07.13
Another oldie. I wrote this because I got the mental image of a clean-up that involved the group of them chopping up some big nasties. I love gore; it's so disappointing that it's hard to do it right in written words.
The group featured here is Liz, Nox, Kayla, and Carey. I need to study Cajun accents; Carey has one of the worst alive, especially seeing as she can speak perfectly when she wants to.
"Goddamnit, this sucks," she complained, running a gore encrusted hand across her forehead. "I swear, it's taking longer to dispose of 'em than it did t'kill 'em."
"Aw, too hard for you, baby? Wanna take a break?" Nox straightened up, looking over one of the large corpses at Liz. Liz swung her ax into her corpse with a wet thunk, scrambling over the mangled body to reach Nox.
"Listen, you cocky little bitch--" she sneered, clearly intending to make a grab for the smirking deamon. A hunk of bloody something smacked her in the side of the head, sending her staggering; Nox's gleeful cackle was cut off by a similar hunk.
"Kay say 'Knock it off, you two,' eh?" Chuckling, Carey severed one of the limbs in one easy move. "Else I be t'inking you two be gettin' anater blood ball, eh?"
Kayla dangled over the top of her beast, hazel eyes flashing disapproving looks at them as she tossed another bloody chunk up and down.
Nox leered. "Baby, I ever tell you how hot you are when you're all bloody?" she purred, licking her lips. "Cause damn, baby, you're gettin' me wet." Kayla flushed and sneered, giving Nox a very readable gesture; Nox blew her a kiss.
"Oh for the love of--look, let's just get this shit done with, alright? My kid's got an open house thing tonight; I'd like to actually catch one of those things." Spinning around carefully, Liz stalked back to her pile, pulled the ax out--squelch--and swung it back in forcibly, picturing Nox's face with each satisfying thunk. Who said misplaced aggression wasn't useful?
AN: Written 08.07.13
Another oldie. I wrote this because I got the mental image of a clean-up that involved the group of them chopping up some big nasties. I love gore; it's so disappointing that it's hard to do it right in written words.
The group featured here is Liz, Nox, Kayla, and Carey. I need to study Cajun accents; Carey has one of the worst alive, especially seeing as she can speak perfectly when she wants to.