[ The rain of blood splatters. It falls from them, over them, onto himself. Part of him says he's used to this. A part of him recoils with a terrible horror. He looks from the blood on them both to the hideous barbed thing.
Who would...? Why...?
He gets the barest chance to glimpse the other face-- golden-eyed and perfect. He wonders why it feels familiar. He doesn't get to think about it. Something more is beneath, something ugly. ]
NO! [His hands go out.] Please! We can go! We can get out!
cw: gore, body horror
Who would...? Why...?
He gets the barest chance to glimpse the other face-- golden-eyed and perfect. He wonders why it feels familiar. He doesn't get to think about it. Something more is beneath, something ugly. ]
NO! [His hands go out.] Please! We can go! We can get out!
[ They don't have to die. ]