The one good thing about this mess: Peter is already too freaked out to really react at Héctor's flesh dissolving. His eyes are fixed on Ben transforming into a fucking monster. Some horrified noise builds in his throat, not quite escaping it; he can't stop staring at the thing wearing his uncle's face. That is his uncle on some horrible level that he can't even imagine right now.
"I - but --"
But nothing. The thing is lunging for the both of them, and Héctor is grabbing at his wrist, and - and it's Héctor that decides it for him really. Alone he might try to deal with this thing. But he knows Héctor will be destroyed if he tries to face it head on. He turns and runs instead, following Héctor's pull. Just fucking beelining for wherever the hell it is they're going.
Behind them, the Hollow lets out another roar of rage. It explodes out from the gazebo, sending wood flying everywhere as it starts to chase them. Getting bigger and bigger as it goes.
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"I - but --"
But nothing. The thing is lunging for the both of them, and Héctor is grabbing at his wrist, and - and it's Héctor that decides it for him really. Alone he might try to deal with this thing. But he knows Héctor will be destroyed if he tries to face it head on. He turns and runs instead, following Héctor's pull. Just fucking beelining for wherever the hell it is they're going.
Behind them, the Hollow lets out another roar of rage. It explodes out from the gazebo, sending wood flying everywhere as it starts to chase them. Getting bigger and bigger as it goes.