culinary-nightmare:
Siebold felt he was coaxing a small Pokemon to him when talking to this girl. He was being patient, and calm over the current problem. Yet she was in his territory, so Siebold was not too patient as he would be. ”But miss, I cannot just let someone leave after seeing something like this—” He signals with a hand towards the scene of crime he committed just behind him. “And besides, This is my territory, in a sense. I haven’t seen a soul here by accident in the longest time. And you simply trespassed. “
Sieold’s more serious tone had shown by possible accident, yet he simply went with his own flow from there. He raises his hand over his chest, clasping his hands together, continuing to advance forward to the young female . ”Miss, do not leave. Since you are already here, you can help me with this body. How about that? It is much better than trying to run. Because running is the worst option. “
No, no, no! Damnit! Why was he still talking? Why was he still advancing on her? He should just let her go! She said she wasn't going to tell anyone! Wasn't that enough?! (Not that she could really blame him, to be honest. He didn't know her from Eve and her word wasn't really worth much to begin with, let alone to a complete stranger.)
"I got lost! It's not like I wanted to be here! It's not like I stepped outside tonight with the thought in my head, 'oh! Let's walk in on a heinous crime! That'd be great!'"
She was terrified and if that wasn't obvious already, her desperate, talkative behavior certainly clarified it. Her heart squeezed with every forward step he took and she tried very hard not to let tears brim in her eyes. Oh, please, please, please, please, don't kill me!
Her steps faltered when his voice lowered in that final sentence and she found herself rooted in place. Run. That's what she wanted to do above all. But he was right. Running would only hasten her demise. Her eyes flickered to the red-drenched messed of what was left of whomever had already met their end and she quailed visibly. She'd done much worse than move a dead body, but was she really willing to help him when doing so didn't exactly mean he wouldn't kill her?
"Th-the knife." She swallowed. "Or... whatever you used to--" A wince. "Do that. Show it to me. And then toss it aside. I'm letting you any closer when I know you're armed. We may be alone and running is certainly not in my best interest, but I'm pretty fast and I can scream pretty loud. I'm much more willing to bet I can get someone's attention before you finish me than I'm willing to trust that doing what you say is somehow going to make you less likely to do me in."
