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mekachu04Typed 2025.05.24
The smell of rot & low voices arguing.
Heat wasn't sure he'd found his target, but he'd certainly found someone trying real hard to stay unnoticed.'
---
He found Oldman Smògaich rotting away first; He was a little irritated to not snuff the man's life out himself but at least this headache was permanently over.
Now on to the next one
---
Smògaich was apparently done in by his own Scrap Rats- despite the dindge & squalor - Heat recognize the kid immediatey - his red hairhos + to fuck an covering no matter how dirty he was.
His right arm was strapped against his chest to keep it from moving - the bicep ugly black compared to his paper white skin. He looked mishable but he also looked pissed.
His pain & exhaustion nothing compared to the fury in his eyes.
It was a startling contrast to the dull almost lifeless look to his partrer - just as pale but sweat soaked & lifeless. His left arm was bound up too, but at least wrapping had been attempted. They were filthy & leaking - odd colouring coming from under instead of the dirt of the noom.
For a sweaty as he looked, his skin was pale both clamy & day and Heat took a risk to kneel down and pull his jaw open-look at his tongue.
Mouth boy seemed to know what to do - silent and tense at his intrusion.
Both were clearly dehydrated but the other boy possibly fatally so. His skin was also far to hot to the touch, feverish and likely infected by something.
Heat would put money down on it by that arm- nothing in this place smelled "good" but there was unique wretchedness to the bandages.
His breath was shallow, his pulse weak..
Heat might be witnessing a child die..
"You ever beheaded anything" his nonsequitor got the kid's attention- the anger in those orange flare tempering back.
"The fuck you on about?"
Heat smirked, pulling the older boy up into a sitting position. "I came here for Smògaich, but it looks like you took of that already. But I still gotta take proof. I can't carry two bodies, but just a head should do."
"What makes you think I'm letting you take Killer anywhere?"
"I can always leave him here then. Should be an ugly looking corpse by morning. But he's also so died out he might mummify of you can keep him around for about longer than most corpses.
The lad dropped his first to his side. "What you want - Oldman's head?"
"Have you ever beheaded someone before?" He asked again.
The kid shrugged. "Killed him didn't I? Just cut his head off. 'snot like he cam fight back."
"Beheading is different - if you don't hit the spine right then-"
A sheet of metal from the roof came loose, falling perfectly with enough force on the slim edge to slice clean through the body and a few inches into the wood.
Heat barely registered to dawning horror on the kid face before the teen at his side was toppling them both to the ground - weak but deturmed fingers wramping aroun his throat.
For a moment - a cruel familiar aura wasted over him- a intent to kill at any cost. He'd fought many a men with such an aura. Only once a child.
He broke free easily, got the teen pinned with his good arm trapped under Heats weight - before he was being tackled by the kid.
"Dun you hurt him!
Heat shoved the kid away, holding his hands up to warn them to "stop. Just stop!"
"Dun hurt him! He's just protecting me - leave him alone!"
"I am. I am. Just Stop, it's an old building. Pieces fall off sometimes. That's normal yeah? "
Roger's Ghost- Kid was as cursed, well Heat wasnt ... unfamiliar with otherworldly bad luck. He looked down at teen who'd tried-again- to kill him."Just an old building."
Satisfied the no one was going to try and attack him again for the time being, Heat sat up, lifting his weight off the teen's arm. Boy, was he not looking so great- that little bit seemed to drain him of any energy he'd been saving up, and he just slumped instead of moving away.
He was ready to fight. Heat off even if it killed him. kid must be pretty important to him.
Heat hauled him up off the ground, motioning the kid over to the newly beheaded body. "Grab that."
He winced, the boy barily weighed anything and smelled like he was alrealy rotting under those feat wraps
"Know a guy who deals in... parmacuticals. "Heat offered "Owes me a favor. Carry that head for me and I'm willing to let you cash it in."
The smell of rot & low voices arguing.
Heat wasn't sure he'd found his target, but he'd certainly found someone trying real hard to stay unnoticed.'
---
He found Oldman Smògaich rotting away first; He was a little irritated to not snuff the man's life out himself but at least this headache was permanently over.
Now on to the next one
---
Smògaich was apparently done in by his own Scrap Rats- despite the dindge & squalor - Heat recognize the kid immediatey - his red hair
His right arm was strapped against his chest to keep it from moving - the bicep ugly black compared to his paper white skin. He looked mishable but he also looked pissed.
His pain & exhaustion nothing compared to the fury in his eyes.
It was a startling contrast to the dull almost lifeless look to his partrer - just as pale but sweat soaked & lifeless. His left arm was bound up too, but at least wrapping had been attempted. They were filthy & leaking - odd colouring coming from under instead of the dirt of the noom.
For a sweaty as he looked, his skin was pale both clamy & day and Heat took a risk to kneel down and pull his jaw open-look at his tongue.
Mouth boy seemed to know what to do - silent and tense at his intrusion.
Both were clearly dehydrated but the other boy possibly fatally so. His skin was also far to hot to the touch, feverish and likely infected by something.
Heat would put money down on it by that arm- nothing in this place smelled "good" but there was unique wretchedness to the bandages.
His breath was shallow, his pulse weak..
Heat might be witnessing a child die..
"You ever beheaded anything" his nonsequitor got the kid's attention- the anger in those orange flare tempering back.
"The fuck you on about?"
Heat smirked, pulling the older boy up into a sitting position. "I came here for Smògaich, but it looks like you took of that already. But I still gotta take proof. I can't carry two bodies, but just a head should do."
"What makes you think I'm letting you take Killer anywhere?"
"I can always leave him here then. Should be an ugly looking corpse by morning. But he's also so died out he might mummify of you can keep him around for about longer than most corpses.
The lad dropped his first to his side. "What you want - Oldman's head?"
"Have you ever beheaded someone before?" He asked again.
The kid shrugged. "Killed him didn't I? Just cut his head off. 'snot like he cam fight back."
"Beheading is different - if you don't hit the spine right then-"
A sheet of metal from the roof came loose, falling perfectly with enough force on the slim edge to slice clean through the body and a few inches into the wood.
Heat barely registered to dawning horror on the kid face before the teen at his side was toppling them both to the ground - weak but deturmed fingers wramping aroun his throat.
For a moment - a cruel familiar aura wasted over him- a intent to kill at any cost. He'd fought many a men with such an aura. Only once a child.
He broke free easily, got the teen pinned with his good arm trapped under Heats weight - before he was being tackled by the kid.
"Dun you hurt him!
Heat shoved the kid away, holding his hands up to warn them to "stop. Just stop!"
"Dun hurt him! He's just protecting me - leave him alone!"
"I am. I am. Just Stop, it's an old building. Pieces fall off sometimes. That's normal yeah? "
Roger's Ghost- Kid was as cursed, well Heat wasnt ... unfamiliar with otherworldly bad luck. He looked down at teen who'd tried-again- to kill him."Just an old building."
Satisfied the no one was going to try and attack him again for the time being, Heat sat up, lifting his weight off the teen's arm. Boy, was he not looking so great- that little bit seemed to drain him of any energy he'd been saving up, and he just slumped instead of moving away.
He was ready to fight. Heat off even if it killed him. kid must be pretty important to him.
Heat hauled him up off the ground, motioning the kid over to the newly beheaded body. "Grab that."
He winced, the boy barily weighed anything and smelled like he was alrealy rotting under those feat wraps
"Know a guy who deals in... parmacuticals. "Heat offered "Owes me a favor. Carry that head for me and I'm willing to let you cash it in."
