☣ I’ll hunt you when I’m dead {closed rp
"I just wanted to have a peaceful sleep in a decent bed", Hangil says through his teeth as he pushes the head more under the water, body pressed down on the creature's body to keep the struggling at bay. "Was it that much to ask?"
He moves his hands from the head to its neck and wraps them around it, harshly, feeling the blood pumping under his fingertips at an alarming pace, and chokes him so hard, he hear a disgusting snap and the movements stop.
Hangil keeps his arms on the kakater's neck for a minute more, not letting his guard down. When he is sure, absolutely sure the bastard is not gonna come back to life (hangil scoffs because really, nobody dies here, life and death being just mere definitions left from their human lives, burned in their brain), he slides with his back against the dirty wall on the even dirtier floor and huffs, catching his breath.
With slightly shaking hands he brings a cigarette to his lips and lights it just when the body falls besides him, face somewhere between purple and white, lifeless. He lets his eyes wander around the room, inspecting the damage-damn, he has to keep Hyuna away from the bathroom tomorrow morning, he thinks, as the cracks on the wall look back at him like the pits of hell he has dreamed so many times of.
He inhales the cancerous smoke and blows it up with his head thrown back, watching his emotionless eyes as it disappears before it reaches the ceiling.
The Kakater-something that is neither human neither a demon or a wander, just something whose origin is unknown, nobody really knowing from what exactly it is born; some say nightmares, some say lust, some say the most monstrous crimes ever made-came out of nowhere.
He was deeply asleep when he felt something wet on his cheek and it took his body no more than 5 seconds to react and to pull out his brass knuckles from under the pillow and punch him hard in the neck, completely destroying his voice box, stopping him from making any sounds that might wake up the woman on the bed.
While the creature-man, not exactly sure what it was-was having problems breathing, he punched him in the chest with his leg sending him back first against the bathroom door and on the bathroom floor, door broken.
He puts his cigarette out in its open mouth and stands up, inspecting for any obvious damage on his body and finds none. He picks up the door and steps over the threshold before putting it back on its place-only for appearance.
Hangil quietly makes his way to the bed and gets back under the covers, raising himself on his elbows to peak at Hyuna's face. He's relieved when he sees she's still sleeping. He pulls the cover under her chin and puts the brass knuckles under his pillow before drifting back to sleep, hands clenching the weapon, trying to get back the last couple of hours he had wasted on that fucking piece of shit.
