@deathitsclf [cont from here] :
It was almost incredible how stoic she could be in the face of all this gore, and it was gruesome. The room reeked of death, and if the fetid stench of rotting meat curled her nose she could only imagine what it was like for Jubilee. Dead bodies scattered across the room, the Hand wasn’t usually this messy. But this looked like something out of a horror movie. Bodies scattered across the room limply draped across furniture like someone had just tossed laundry over a chair and left it there. Their chests opened as if for heart surgery but their hearts were gone.
“I’ve never seen the Hand …. do this before,” she said, stepping over an arm to take a closer look at the bodies on the table. “They’ve removed hearts before but not on this scale. Not with this kind of mess. It’s like they don’t care if they’re found out.”
And a lack of care screamed trap.
Her immediate reaction after the scent had hit her, after voicing her suspicions and seeing the carnage was to cover her nose and mouth. The gore didn't bother her so much (she’s seen worse, she’s done worse) but the smell was making her vamp out to the point where the red glow overtook her eyes. God, it was practically assaulting her. She waited a moment, eyes squeezing shut as she tried to adjust to the scent of death and gore. One, two, three, four.
“Romero film not their usual M.O.?” She asked, pulling the collar of her shirt up to hide how sharp her fangs were. This was a bad idea. “Sounds like they wanted us to find them. I started smelling it a few blocks down.” There was a dawning realization that it was blocking out anything else her senses could usually pick up.
