by catch » Mon Oct 25, 2010 1:06 pm
Images of death, images of violence, images that would drive any sane man mad, on top of the ultimate sensation of one's own death. Mad as he was, Catch was not unaffected. He struggled like a mouse in the blood-snake's crushing grip, flinching like hot iron at sea-spray and gore, wept and railed and fluttered, a sparrow caught in an abandoned house, left to starve in they grey dust of it's barren tomb.
Until the vicious, visceral crack.
Suede slipped through his nerveless fingers. The tailor did not seem so weaselish, now, but had taken on a new aspect of horror, so that - while Catch's eyes, too, were blank - they had a need to wander away. Catch turned callously from the fallen tailor, not bothering to wipe away the foam that gathered at the corner of his lips, the spatter of tears across his cheeks.
With the jerked movements of a poorly-controlled puppet, the addled man sat back in his seat, the wood creaking and singing under his weight, and Catch simply listened to it's agony tune.