[ Basil's voice draws her gaze away from the boys on the ground, the corpse and the soon-to-be. That...isn't much better, because it means she has a great view of the first boy. The one who provoked her, who said...horrible, heinous things to her, who instigated—but who now looks terrified, despite his silence.
It reminds her...of the stoic way Billy would—
This isn't right. This isn't...how it was supposed to go. It was supposed to be quick. She was supposed to lead him back (—lead one back, she screwed up the moment she caught their eyes—) and he wasn't supposed to be aware, it was supposed to all be...
She doesn't know. But she just knows it isn't right.
Max dimly nods, feeling something rise up in her yet again, the desire to tear and rip and kill and feel the blood run over her claws. It's dizzying, and she can't look, not at the other boys (both now dead), nor at Basil and their unfortunate captive.
All she can do is walk, mouth clamped shut to prevent any more mistakes like the last one. She hurries to the park entrance, and her heart—it's beating so much, and cruelly, she just wishes it would stop. ]
cw: implied cycle of abuse themes
It reminds her...of the stoic way Billy would—
This isn't right. This isn't...how it was supposed to go. It was supposed to be quick. She was supposed to lead him back (—lead one back, she screwed up the moment she caught their eyes—) and he wasn't supposed to be aware, it was supposed to all be...
She doesn't know. But she just knows it isn't right.
Max dimly nods, feeling something rise up in her yet again, the desire to tear and rip and kill and feel the blood run over her claws. It's dizzying, and she can't look, not at the other boys (both now dead), nor at Basil and their unfortunate captive.
All she can do is walk, mouth clamped shut to prevent any more mistakes like the last one. She hurries to the park entrance, and her heart—it's beating so much, and cruelly, she just wishes it would stop. ]