YOU’RE PLAYING MY GAME — that’s what the wolf says, the rabbit stomping its feet in fear. you’re playing my game, the spider whispers, watching it all from a world far above.
he shakes his hand and the apple pieves goes flying, chunks falling to the floor. shiny and red — he remembers something else like that, shiny, red and wet. loba andrade cries and her tears are like crimson rain; splish - splash, splish - splash, she wipes them away, smearing her parent’s very essence into her gaze ( your mother’s dear other, your father’s darling daughter — but you … when the time is right, you will commit the slaughter ).
“ all bark — where’s your teeth, loba ? ”
revenant stalks to the other side of kitchen counter, smearing apple mush upon the metallic surface. his digits leaves groves behind, shallow things that can easily be buffed out. he doesn’t expect them to. he doesn’t want them to. he digs the claws further into the surface. they screech.
“ i’ll rip them from your grin, ” that will make you wail, he thinks and relishes in the image that flashes behind his eyes, “ make you swallow them with those words. ”
revenant hops onto the counter, caring little for the dust and dirt he whisks up with him when his feet clatters rather than falters. he relaxes into a crouch, elbow joints resting on the metal of his thighs. he leans forth, a panther watching the prideful paradise bird flutter her plumage and squawk. stupid girl.
the whirr of machinery follows every movement he makes and revenant bets it all on balance, leaning to the right and freeing one arm from its perch on his leg. he stretches it forth, clammy digits taking hold of kitchen’s fruit basket, and drags it over towards himself. the action is slow. he makes sure that she follows every movement of his.
eyes on the prize, girlie.
“ but not before i get what i want. the code. give it to me, and i won’t have to make you cry again. ” all is said while he picks up another apple, this one green ( green as the sin of envy ), rolls it in his hand, places it on the counter and then pushes it forth.
( come. take it. you want one, you get it. swallow those teeth together with your pride. )
revenant’s optics gleam with cruel amusement.
loba cannot take her eyes off him , watching every movement . she nearly cringes to the sound of his claws scratching across the marble , but corrects herself . she is not weak , he wants to bring that girl out again . he won’t , not ever . she is powerful , strong , she will never cower and cry to him again .
“ shut up , demon . it’s empty threats : i’m tired of listening to you talk . “
as revenant leered before her , he was tall as it was , the counter only lead to her having to crane her head to meet his eyes . she would not back down , he would see that she was all bite in the moments it mattered . at no moment did loba falter as she stared into this optics , since joining these games she had become used to his face . the violent flashbacks no longer came so often / no longer did she shudder at him .
there was a swift movement , a pistol was pulled , and her hand snatched the apple that he rolled toward her before it rolled off the counter . metal sounded against metal , she knew he could feel everything . the barrel was not cold , but it was hardly inviting . and she would never offer him such an easy reset . every time , she had ensured that it would be nearly agonizing before the code merely took the next frame , the next model .
“ maybe i’ll make you cry , like last time . nice addition , that you can feel everything . “ she grins , teeth were bared for a moment as they sunk into the apple . “ is that why you came all this way , demon ? “ she’d question , as she leant forward , the pressure on his forehead through the barrel increasing slightly .
the remains of the apple were swallowed , metaphor made / the body was thrown away . landing a few feet away with a resounding thud .
“ you just want to feel again ? i’ll make you feel .
you’ve caused a lot of deaths , you have a lot of pain to feel before i give you that source code . “
