waves.
tw: murderous thoughts, violence
I can kill this person right now.
Cheng was on his knees, gently lowering an injured teammate to the ground. With one hand pressed tightly against the person’s hemorrhaging chest wound and another on their back to support their balance, Cheng whispered reassuring words like you will be fine and just hold on for a bit longer.
Bloodlust always came in waves and Cheng was sailing on a small boat against the unpredictable ocean. The water was cold, unforgiving and any sudden movements could result in his ultimate demise.
The teammate shut their eyes, relieved that they were being looked after. Cheng’s smile remained soft, but a hard edge crept into his eyes as he subtly shifted his palm up. His fingers brushing past his injured teammate’s neck, almost as if by accident.
All of a sudden he was too aware - the scent of blood in the air, the sensation of its warmth sliding down his skin. Humans were so stubborn, yet also fragile. So easily Cheng would sink his nails into this breakable creature and rip them apart.
Who could stop him? The closest agent standing was (@miahelios), and he was much too occupied trying to find a medic for their dear teammate here. By the time he figured out something was wrong, Cheng would have his victim choking out their last agonized breath. What would be their leader’s first thought, upon realization that their battle today was not finished, and in fact must begin anew. Oh, it will certainly devastate him - it must - especially since he would lose two friends in one day.
Wouldn’t that be fun? Wouldn’t that be fun?
So what’s stopping me? What is stopping me?
“Ow,” the teammate whined, eyes snapping open. Agent Castle was applying a little too much pressure and it hurt.
Cheng’s eyes slowly, almost eerily so, lifted from the ground where he had previously focused his gaze. The situation called for an apology, but in that moment Cheng had none to give. He stayed in his position and continued to, calmly, contemplate murder.