by Suede » Thu Oct 21, 2010 2:08 pm
It was all the tailor could do to not scream out at the first contact, and the desire to vomit was quite strong as he was constricted by Catch. Addled he may be, but the man was not small in the least. Images of how easily he could be crushed in those arms, ribs cracking, blood leaking, bubbles foaming in his mouth, all danced through his head as Catch brought himself nearer.
And all at once the blood became far more real, a slithering thing that rolled down the spider webs and coiled around the pair. Caressing touches on Catch's arms, but that didn't make any sense, for he felt the arms sliding and tightening around his torso, scales rubbing through his clothes. One serpent's head reared up larger than it was a moment before, a mouth gaping to engulf them both, and then they were gone.
Catch would see only utter darkness, then the flash of a red eye and mocking smile he impossible to resist. Teeth far too white that grinned maliciously from nothing. Then the red eye burned white hot, blinding, and the spray of blood splattered the man's face. The light dimmed and the smell of salt water struck. The view from the forecastle of a ship and it was the spray of water on his face.
A gull cried, he turns to look at a familiar face, but it's gone as the darkness swarms again. The cry is a newborn's grates with confusion, the salt water tripping on a cheek the frustrated tears of an infant. Catch's own tears of agony as he looks down at the vial he'd just sipped from. Before him a collection of bottled herbs, mortars, pestles, and scales. Was it such a good idea to experiment this time?
He vomits and out pour spiders by the hundreds, maybe thousands, the scatter everywhere. They pour into his lap a horrid mass, a vaguely feminine shape beneath countless bodies. A hand reaching up to touch his throat, he doesn't resist, thousands of legs like hairs tickling his neck. Five points prick into the side of his neck, claws. It was hair, the face he looks into more animal than man. He grins in bemusement at the chicken feathers in the thing's teeth. The last sound he hears is his neck snapping in the grip.
Suede screams bloody murder and shoves himself away from Catch, stumbling back several steps into a table. He knocks it sideways and it topples with the tailor beside it. He lays staring at the ceiling, body unmoving after the scream dies away.
"So, Lone Starr, now you see that evil will always triumph, because good is dumb."
~ Dark Helmet, Spaceballs