chasseur-de-lille:
The huntsman eyed his target, lifting an eyebrow at the man’s strangely slow exit, until finally, he saw the scene in full... Teeth digging and ripping into the man’s throat, blood spraying out in heavy spurts, running down the monster’s jaw as he pulled back and turned.
Then, he was called, feeling the pit in his stomach deepen and all his instincts screamed for him to run — But... he defended himself; Perhaps in fear that this man’s adrehiline would outweigh his own.
Coming down from his hiding space above, William withdrew his blade and guarded himself; Though, mostly to keep this man at bay.
“What was the point of that?” The Frenchman growled out, demanding answers — his expression stern and intense, unwavering as he moved around the other... as he attempted to hide his shock.
What compels a man to do something like that?!
His heart felt like it had sunk into his stomach, beating like he was facing death, while his stomach simultaneously threatened to come up his throat. The only thing keeping it down was a futile doubt, dearly hoping he had only fabricated what he knew he saw.
“I don’t have to explain myself to you.” Joe growls, only to reel himself back in, shaking his head. “You’re the one that sent me that contract. You’ve been following me for the last week, haven’t you? For what, to watch me? To try and understand me, or to simply admonish me for how I work, because I don’t subscribe to your creed and you can’t bear to think that your bosses are paying me to work for you all?”
Steam rose in small wisps from the fresh wounds on the corpse’s neck, and Joe glances to it, blood drying and sticking to his skin, to his scarf. Blood still coated his lips and mouth, coated the inside of his throat, but William didn’t need to know that. His replaces his weapons, before shoving the body further into the shadow of the alley with his foot, spreading his hands. “I completed your contract, what else would you have me say?”
