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Log; Complete
When; September 30th [Evening].
Rating; R [Blood & Language].
Characters; Saya [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
repairedbywebs] & Hisoka [empathed].
Summary; Saya doesn't know how to shut up, and Hisoka wants to know why.
Log;
He wasn't really sure what he wanted to accomplish by meeting with this woman... It's not like he was just going to attack her out of the blue because she had made him angry. For one thing, he was supposed to keep up appearances about being a normal human... His gun remained under his jacket, but that was definitely overkill.
With a sigh, Hisoka leaned back against one of the wooden frames of the stalls. Maybe he just wanted to confirm if she was really human... He wanted to know why she was so perceptive. ...And why she was such a bitch.
Tsuzuki's words still plagued him though, and as he waited, he let his thoughts drift back over those words.
'Do you love him?'
'Like a handful of others.'
...Stupid Tsuzuki. He shouldn't have expected anything less.
>>
Saya didn't like to be late, and she wasn't late now. She moved quickly - surprisingly quickly for wearing heels - and stepped out to where the young boy was sitting and waiting.
She took him in; he looked so small, so casual. He was even shorter than she was, which was unusual. She herself was not a tall woman, but the heels did add three inches, which made her quite a bit taller. She straightened her cuffs and cocked her head. The weaving around him fluxed.
She smirked at the meaning in that flux. "I hope you weren't waiting long," she said, breaking the silence.
>>
He eyed her carefully as she stepped in front of him, wrinkling his nose a bit at her taste in dress. What was it with women and high heels? They were impractical and they hardly looked comfortable.
"Only because I got here early," he snapped out, clearly irritated. Hisoka stood and moved away from the bench to step in front of her, both arms folded across his chest. He was just staring at her after that, as if looking for something.
More like...feeling for something. But she was...disturbingly calm. Almost blank. This irritated him even more. All he had to do was touch her to know more, but there was no way he was doing that.
>>
He was looking at her like she smelled foul but that was impossible. She didn't have a scent to smell.
She wondered at why the boy had asked to meet her. Violence was the most likely thing; probably, in any case. Humans were so easily offended by words, and she had yet to understand why. But he wasn't human - not quite, not anymore - but still no threat. Her slim fingers adjusted her tie; constantly fidgeting, is what her brother said, but that was a lie, it was a way to hide fingers that occasionally jerked in odd, inhuman ways.
"Is there something I can do for you? Something that you couldn't do over the Network?"
>>
"Too many hackers on the Network." One of which lived in his own home... He really didn't need Watari butting in and alerting Tatsumi and Tsuzuki.
Hisoka took a step back, seriously disliking that she was taller than him. It's not that he was really short, just...sixteen. Well, he appeared sixteen anyway. He hadn't yet had his growth spurt, and he never would.
After glancing at her tie, he looked back up to her face, still waiting for something to be given away. "You never did answer my question. Are you human?"
>>
She smiled slightly, the predator's smile.
"You never answered my question, either," she reminded him. "Does it matter if I'm human?"
It wasn't meant as an avoidance of the question, so much as it was a reminder that she didn't have to answer his questions, either. She disliked it when people unrelated to the initial problem butted into her conversations, especially when she had been perfectly civil about the entire affair.
>>
His eyes narrowed. "Yes." If she wasn't human, and she pushed him too far, then maybe he wouldn't have to take it easy on her. If she wasn't human, and she was psychic or something, that would make things a lot easier.
Only...if she was psychic...then she knew more about him than he cared for her to. "It matters. You don't act like a normal person... I've met people who are tactless, but rarely as tactless and perceptive."
>>
She raised an eyebrow. He was getting ahead of himself, this boy. There was fear, somewhere, an urge to prove himself. "Normal is vastly vague," she muttered quietly.
"I'm not psychic," she told him casually. "I simply ask the questions needed based on an intellectual response. You complained that no one listened. In men, that stems generally from an inability to garner attention from one's father. You reacted badly. So I assumed not your father, but another man. Again, a bad reaction, so I asked you if you were raped." She paused. "And then you flew into a rage. So I have to assume that yes. You were raped, and haven't gotten over it yet."
She crossed her arms over her chest. "Would you like the rest of my analysis, or should I stop there?"
>>
The more she went on, the tenser Hisoka got, and he had clenched fists and glittering eyes by the time she was through. At the very least, he had the satisfaction of knowing she was wrong about his father... Because oh he certainly had parental issues...and she had misunderstood that.
That proved she wasn't psychic. Which was...good.
"You can stop there," he growled out. Really, he wanted to scream at her and call her a liar, but he knew it would have been pointless and immature. He might have been able to succeed in saying it wasn't true, and come up with excuses, if all of the others hadn't butted in and made it obvious that she was telling the truth!
Stupid Tsuzuki and Watari. Even Naota and Mamimi... Idiots.
"Anyone would get angry at having their personal life pried into like that out of the blue, though," he pointed out, still stiff as he resisted the urge to hit her. "You're wrong about one thing, though. I'm long over it. I just don't like people acting like they know all when they obviously don't."
He paused, realizing something. "What's your name?"
>>
"Why get angry? It seems like a grand and glorious waste of energy." Saya's statement landed softly, and she looked at his shoulders. He was working hard to control his temper. What a rare change of pace. Her voice was calm and soft, almost a whisper. "You reveal more in your anger than you do in silence." She smiled. "I don't know it all. I don't claim to. That's why I asked."
She raised a hand to her lips and pressed a finger against them. "You're truly loved, but still you're cold. You want to hit me, but you won't." She stopped, realizing that if she asked a question, he might actually lash out. Better to dig further into the wound later.
"My name is Saya."
>>
Both his eyebrows raised at that. Saya? Ugh. No wonder he didn't like her! Really, he wondered which was worse... This woman who poked around where she wasn't wanted, or the annoying one back home who kept trying to dress him up. Saya and Yuma were worse than most demons he'd faced.
"Hm," was his curt response as he continued to observe her. Truly loved? ...Maybe. The concept was hard for him to grasp. He knew the others cared...to some extent. Still couldn't figure out why. At least he could add onto one part.
"...I don't have any reason to hit you." Though yes he did want to... He was always having to control himself when it came to his temper. He rarely succeeded. But at least he could keep from getting physical about it.
>>
"No," she agreed quietly, "You don't have any reason to hit me."
She paused. "But you want to nonetheless. Because I figured out that you were raped. Because I said it aloud. Because I know it, and you're afraid that I'll tell someone else. Because you were human once, but aren't anymore." Her eyes crinkled as she watched him. "But you'd rather not. Because you don't want me to be right."
Her guesses weren't purely guesses - she could see he wasn't human, clear as the air she was breathing. And no one ever wanted her to be right.
>>
Peridot eyes widened, and his entire body went rigid. How did she know he wasn't...?! Tatsumi's post? No, Watari had edited that before anyone important had seen it. Naota had, but...
That was it. "What are you?!" he snapped, quickly lunging forward to reach out and grab her wrist, his grip practically made of iron despite his slight appearance.
What he found made him freeze, though, and the teen's vision doubled. Spiders...in his head...in his skin. Crawling. Clicking. Was that...spinning...or talking?
There was nothing else. No real emotion... Just a placid like with spiders surging just under the surface. Click-click-click....
With a shudder, Hisoka finally regained his sense of self and yanked his hand away, lifting it to touch his face while the other quickly had his pistol out, aimed, and cocked. "Demon!"
>>
She started when he touched her; she wasn't expecting it, she didn't like being touched without permission, but she simply stared. He was processing something, the weaving doing more than just sitting still, the pattern spiders rushing at him.
He yelled, and pulled the gun, and she stared blankly at his accusation. Was he insane? The gun couldn't hurt her, not really, and she shook her head. "No. I'm not a demon. You're overreacting. It seems that's a trend with you."
He hadn't attacked her yet, though, so she wouldn't hurt him. He threatened, and blustered, but no need to act until he had committed actual violence. "Put the gun away," she said, her tone not changing at all.
>>
He was still shivering a bit. It felt like those spiders were still crawling just under his skin. What was she... A bag of skin with insects inside? Or was she the insect?
Hisoka knew he had to remain steady. True, it made him feel uneasy, but all he had to do was compare it to Muraki. Nobody's darkness was as deep as that man's.
With a shake of his head, the shinigami moved his other hand so that he was gripping the gun with both, keeping it level as he glared at her. "Tell me exactly what you are, and one good reason not to take you down. I have more than just this gun." If she was like that, and having proven herself already to be a bitch, then what proof did she have to say she wasn't an evil bitch?
>>
She had endless patience; Ananansa's patience was limitless. She didn't feel a rush to tell the boy what she was.
"Violence will not solve this," she said calmly. "If you shoot me, no good will come of it." His emotions were so balefully, plainly obvious. "And, as usual, if you shoot me, I will be the one to take the blame, so kindly put the gun down and calm down. Don't act the fool, boy."
She moved forward, her hand curling around the barrel of the gun.
>>
He tried to jerk back when she gripped the gun, eyes wide and panicked. What the hell was she doing?! Was she insane? It must have meant that a gun really just wouldn't hurt her... Normally he would have been able to tell if it was a bluff, but it was horribly difficult to read her.
"Have you killed anyone here?!" That was really all he needed to know. He knew there were such things as demons who didn't hurt innocents... And though she was emotionally blank, he couldn't shoot her just for that. He needed to know... He needed to know if she was really a monster.
At the very least, with her so close, he would be able to tell if she was lying.
>>
His eyes were shining, wide, not with fear but with horror. She simply kept her grip.
When he asked the question, her mind was drawn to memories of her victims - nameless, except for Nill, who had a name, but who had forgiven her for it. She didn't need forgiveness, but it was nice to know that Nill held no outstanding grudge.
"Yes," she said, the truth evident in her voice. "I've killed here."
>>
And that was all he needed. No longer in a panic, at least. Now it was clear. Black and white. She had killed... Hisoka couldn't just let her go on her merry way after hearing that.
Now he was just very, very angry that this person had dared to talk to the people he cared about. A killer! With a squeeze of the trigger, Hisoka fired off two rounds in quick succession, keeping the gun in place and trying not to be bothered by the way she was gripping the barrel.
>>
She stared at the gunshot wounds; not in surprise. "Bad idea," she said softly as the spiders poured from the wound. "I asked you. But you just," she snapped her hand back, the gun flying, and cocked her other hand back, "didn't" a strong backhand, just to give her time to shift, "listen."
She jerked her hand, dissolving backwards, the pain gone, her body streamlining, then rebuilding into lilian. She rested her four legs on the ground, twisted to look at him. Six eyes. Better than two.
She hadn't killed Anita Blake because she had been under the influence of something else. There were no reservations with this boy. She stepped forward, sinking one long forearm through his chest.
>>
He was so intent on trying to reach for the pistol to get it back that he hadn't been prepared to block her backhand. Damnit, he was better than this! He was practiced in martial arts, and his senses weren't normally so faulty. But still he stumbled from the severity of the blow. The bruise faded before it could even form.
With a growl, Hisoka snapped a furious gaze up just in time to see a limb that was anything but human lash out at him. In a panic, he thrust out his hands to focus his energy, remembering a spell than Konoe had taught him. The electricity had barely begun to gather in his palms when he was impaled, his split second decision simply not being fast enough.
Even if it couldn't kill him...there was no blocking the pain. The blood bubbled up, a gurgle as he tried to breathe. One of his lungs had been pieced. He understood that. He understood it wasn't good. He understood that it hurt like Hell.
But he hadn't dropped his arms, though they trembled with the rest of him as he tried to keep his cloudy gaze focused on her and to keep from choking on the blood. Coughing, at the very least, helped clear the airway, if only for a second.
The electricity crackled then, the spell activating, and despite what it would mean for him, he grabbed onto the arachnid's large leg. He hoped the whole thing fried with him.
>>
She wasn't prepared for magic.
The pain jolted through her, fried at her, shocked her. Her vision blurred; the weaving was wailing at her. She opened her mouth and venom dripped, necrotic acid, onto the boy's flesh.
She had four arms and knew how to use all of them, even in pain. The lack of emotion was her strength - one arm through the chest, another dug into his stomach, another into his crotch and the last one went through his throat. There was no fear. There was only pain, and calm.
>>
The liquid dropping into his shoulders caused his jacket to sizzle, and he barely had a chance to yell over the stinging sensation that followed when she ended it rather suddenly. It was too much at once, the force enough to drive him back against the wooden door of one of the stalls.
Understanding was in his fading gaze as he stared at the monster in front of him, in far too much shock to even cry out, not that his severed windpipe would have allowed him to. He had lost this fight. He knew it. But at least he had hurt her... At least he knew he could. As soon as he could move again, he'd find the bitch and barbecue her.
He tightened his grip on the leg at his throat, pulling, but no use. Consciousness faded as the blood drained, unable to heal when he was still impaled. Finally, though his body struggled for as long as his will power would allow it, his energy gave out. Hisoka's eyes slipped shut and both hands fell to dangle at either side.
>>
She pulled her forearms out of his body and spun, the pain arching through her back, finishing. She looked at him, asleep, bleeding, and knew better than to leave him. The City didn't account for things like that. As usual, blame would fall on her. She would have to take him with her.
To Light. She shifted back into human form and took a deep breath. In human form she looked whole, no blood, but it was far from true - she needed blood to heal fully, to rebuild the spiders missing inside her, to stop the dull, aching pain that would turn into agony once the adrenaline wore off.
She pulled Hisoka to her and carried him back towards the City.
Rating; R [Blood & Language].
Characters; Saya [
repairedbywebs] & Hisoka [empathed].Summary; Saya doesn't know how to shut up, and Hisoka wants to know why.
Log;
He wasn't really sure what he wanted to accomplish by meeting with this woman... It's not like he was just going to attack her out of the blue because she had made him angry. For one thing, he was supposed to keep up appearances about being a normal human... His gun remained under his jacket, but that was definitely overkill.
With a sigh, Hisoka leaned back against one of the wooden frames of the stalls. Maybe he just wanted to confirm if she was really human... He wanted to know why she was so perceptive. ...And why she was such a bitch.
Tsuzuki's words still plagued him though, and as he waited, he let his thoughts drift back over those words.
'Do you love him?'
'Like a handful of others.'
...Stupid Tsuzuki. He shouldn't have expected anything less.
>>
Saya didn't like to be late, and she wasn't late now. She moved quickly - surprisingly quickly for wearing heels - and stepped out to where the young boy was sitting and waiting.
She took him in; he looked so small, so casual. He was even shorter than she was, which was unusual. She herself was not a tall woman, but the heels did add three inches, which made her quite a bit taller. She straightened her cuffs and cocked her head. The weaving around him fluxed.
She smirked at the meaning in that flux. "I hope you weren't waiting long," she said, breaking the silence.
>>
He eyed her carefully as she stepped in front of him, wrinkling his nose a bit at her taste in dress. What was it with women and high heels? They were impractical and they hardly looked comfortable.
"Only because I got here early," he snapped out, clearly irritated. Hisoka stood and moved away from the bench to step in front of her, both arms folded across his chest. He was just staring at her after that, as if looking for something.
More like...feeling for something. But she was...disturbingly calm. Almost blank. This irritated him even more. All he had to do was touch her to know more, but there was no way he was doing that.
>>
He was looking at her like she smelled foul but that was impossible. She didn't have a scent to smell.
She wondered at why the boy had asked to meet her. Violence was the most likely thing; probably, in any case. Humans were so easily offended by words, and she had yet to understand why. But he wasn't human - not quite, not anymore - but still no threat. Her slim fingers adjusted her tie; constantly fidgeting, is what her brother said, but that was a lie, it was a way to hide fingers that occasionally jerked in odd, inhuman ways.
"Is there something I can do for you? Something that you couldn't do over the Network?"
>>
"Too many hackers on the Network." One of which lived in his own home... He really didn't need Watari butting in and alerting Tatsumi and Tsuzuki.
Hisoka took a step back, seriously disliking that she was taller than him. It's not that he was really short, just...sixteen. Well, he appeared sixteen anyway. He hadn't yet had his growth spurt, and he never would.
After glancing at her tie, he looked back up to her face, still waiting for something to be given away. "You never did answer my question. Are you human?"
>>
She smiled slightly, the predator's smile.
"You never answered my question, either," she reminded him. "Does it matter if I'm human?"
It wasn't meant as an avoidance of the question, so much as it was a reminder that she didn't have to answer his questions, either. She disliked it when people unrelated to the initial problem butted into her conversations, especially when she had been perfectly civil about the entire affair.
>>
His eyes narrowed. "Yes." If she wasn't human, and she pushed him too far, then maybe he wouldn't have to take it easy on her. If she wasn't human, and she was psychic or something, that would make things a lot easier.
Only...if she was psychic...then she knew more about him than he cared for her to. "It matters. You don't act like a normal person... I've met people who are tactless, but rarely as tactless and perceptive."
>>
She raised an eyebrow. He was getting ahead of himself, this boy. There was fear, somewhere, an urge to prove himself. "Normal is vastly vague," she muttered quietly.
"I'm not psychic," she told him casually. "I simply ask the questions needed based on an intellectual response. You complained that no one listened. In men, that stems generally from an inability to garner attention from one's father. You reacted badly. So I assumed not your father, but another man. Again, a bad reaction, so I asked you if you were raped." She paused. "And then you flew into a rage. So I have to assume that yes. You were raped, and haven't gotten over it yet."
She crossed her arms over her chest. "Would you like the rest of my analysis, or should I stop there?"
>>
The more she went on, the tenser Hisoka got, and he had clenched fists and glittering eyes by the time she was through. At the very least, he had the satisfaction of knowing she was wrong about his father... Because oh he certainly had parental issues...and she had misunderstood that.
That proved she wasn't psychic. Which was...good.
"You can stop there," he growled out. Really, he wanted to scream at her and call her a liar, but he knew it would have been pointless and immature. He might have been able to succeed in saying it wasn't true, and come up with excuses, if all of the others hadn't butted in and made it obvious that she was telling the truth!
Stupid Tsuzuki and Watari. Even Naota and Mamimi... Idiots.
"Anyone would get angry at having their personal life pried into like that out of the blue, though," he pointed out, still stiff as he resisted the urge to hit her. "You're wrong about one thing, though. I'm long over it. I just don't like people acting like they know all when they obviously don't."
He paused, realizing something. "What's your name?"
>>
"Why get angry? It seems like a grand and glorious waste of energy." Saya's statement landed softly, and she looked at his shoulders. He was working hard to control his temper. What a rare change of pace. Her voice was calm and soft, almost a whisper. "You reveal more in your anger than you do in silence." She smiled. "I don't know it all. I don't claim to. That's why I asked."
She raised a hand to her lips and pressed a finger against them. "You're truly loved, but still you're cold. You want to hit me, but you won't." She stopped, realizing that if she asked a question, he might actually lash out. Better to dig further into the wound later.
"My name is Saya."
>>
Both his eyebrows raised at that. Saya? Ugh. No wonder he didn't like her! Really, he wondered which was worse... This woman who poked around where she wasn't wanted, or the annoying one back home who kept trying to dress him up. Saya and Yuma were worse than most demons he'd faced.
"Hm," was his curt response as he continued to observe her. Truly loved? ...Maybe. The concept was hard for him to grasp. He knew the others cared...to some extent. Still couldn't figure out why. At least he could add onto one part.
"...I don't have any reason to hit you." Though yes he did want to... He was always having to control himself when it came to his temper. He rarely succeeded. But at least he could keep from getting physical about it.
>>
"No," she agreed quietly, "You don't have any reason to hit me."
She paused. "But you want to nonetheless. Because I figured out that you were raped. Because I said it aloud. Because I know it, and you're afraid that I'll tell someone else. Because you were human once, but aren't anymore." Her eyes crinkled as she watched him. "But you'd rather not. Because you don't want me to be right."
Her guesses weren't purely guesses - she could see he wasn't human, clear as the air she was breathing. And no one ever wanted her to be right.
>>
Peridot eyes widened, and his entire body went rigid. How did she know he wasn't...?! Tatsumi's post? No, Watari had edited that before anyone important had seen it. Naota had, but...
That was it. "What are you?!" he snapped, quickly lunging forward to reach out and grab her wrist, his grip practically made of iron despite his slight appearance.
What he found made him freeze, though, and the teen's vision doubled. Spiders...in his head...in his skin. Crawling. Clicking. Was that...spinning...or talking?
There was nothing else. No real emotion... Just a placid like with spiders surging just under the surface. Click-click-click....
With a shudder, Hisoka finally regained his sense of self and yanked his hand away, lifting it to touch his face while the other quickly had his pistol out, aimed, and cocked. "Demon!"
>>
She started when he touched her; she wasn't expecting it, she didn't like being touched without permission, but she simply stared. He was processing something, the weaving doing more than just sitting still, the pattern spiders rushing at him.
He yelled, and pulled the gun, and she stared blankly at his accusation. Was he insane? The gun couldn't hurt her, not really, and she shook her head. "No. I'm not a demon. You're overreacting. It seems that's a trend with you."
He hadn't attacked her yet, though, so she wouldn't hurt him. He threatened, and blustered, but no need to act until he had committed actual violence. "Put the gun away," she said, her tone not changing at all.
>>
He was still shivering a bit. It felt like those spiders were still crawling just under his skin. What was she... A bag of skin with insects inside? Or was she the insect?
Hisoka knew he had to remain steady. True, it made him feel uneasy, but all he had to do was compare it to Muraki. Nobody's darkness was as deep as that man's.
With a shake of his head, the shinigami moved his other hand so that he was gripping the gun with both, keeping it level as he glared at her. "Tell me exactly what you are, and one good reason not to take you down. I have more than just this gun." If she was like that, and having proven herself already to be a bitch, then what proof did she have to say she wasn't an evil bitch?
>>
She had endless patience; Ananansa's patience was limitless. She didn't feel a rush to tell the boy what she was.
"Violence will not solve this," she said calmly. "If you shoot me, no good will come of it." His emotions were so balefully, plainly obvious. "And, as usual, if you shoot me, I will be the one to take the blame, so kindly put the gun down and calm down. Don't act the fool, boy."
She moved forward, her hand curling around the barrel of the gun.
>>
He tried to jerk back when she gripped the gun, eyes wide and panicked. What the hell was she doing?! Was she insane? It must have meant that a gun really just wouldn't hurt her... Normally he would have been able to tell if it was a bluff, but it was horribly difficult to read her.
"Have you killed anyone here?!" That was really all he needed to know. He knew there were such things as demons who didn't hurt innocents... And though she was emotionally blank, he couldn't shoot her just for that. He needed to know... He needed to know if she was really a monster.
At the very least, with her so close, he would be able to tell if she was lying.
>>
His eyes were shining, wide, not with fear but with horror. She simply kept her grip.
When he asked the question, her mind was drawn to memories of her victims - nameless, except for Nill, who had a name, but who had forgiven her for it. She didn't need forgiveness, but it was nice to know that Nill held no outstanding grudge.
"Yes," she said, the truth evident in her voice. "I've killed here."
>>
And that was all he needed. No longer in a panic, at least. Now it was clear. Black and white. She had killed... Hisoka couldn't just let her go on her merry way after hearing that.
Now he was just very, very angry that this person had dared to talk to the people he cared about. A killer! With a squeeze of the trigger, Hisoka fired off two rounds in quick succession, keeping the gun in place and trying not to be bothered by the way she was gripping the barrel.
>>
She stared at the gunshot wounds; not in surprise. "Bad idea," she said softly as the spiders poured from the wound. "I asked you. But you just," she snapped her hand back, the gun flying, and cocked her other hand back, "didn't" a strong backhand, just to give her time to shift, "listen."
She jerked her hand, dissolving backwards, the pain gone, her body streamlining, then rebuilding into lilian. She rested her four legs on the ground, twisted to look at him. Six eyes. Better than two.
She hadn't killed Anita Blake because she had been under the influence of something else. There were no reservations with this boy. She stepped forward, sinking one long forearm through his chest.
>>
He was so intent on trying to reach for the pistol to get it back that he hadn't been prepared to block her backhand. Damnit, he was better than this! He was practiced in martial arts, and his senses weren't normally so faulty. But still he stumbled from the severity of the blow. The bruise faded before it could even form.
With a growl, Hisoka snapped a furious gaze up just in time to see a limb that was anything but human lash out at him. In a panic, he thrust out his hands to focus his energy, remembering a spell than Konoe had taught him. The electricity had barely begun to gather in his palms when he was impaled, his split second decision simply not being fast enough.
Even if it couldn't kill him...there was no blocking the pain. The blood bubbled up, a gurgle as he tried to breathe. One of his lungs had been pieced. He understood that. He understood it wasn't good. He understood that it hurt like Hell.
But he hadn't dropped his arms, though they trembled with the rest of him as he tried to keep his cloudy gaze focused on her and to keep from choking on the blood. Coughing, at the very least, helped clear the airway, if only for a second.
The electricity crackled then, the spell activating, and despite what it would mean for him, he grabbed onto the arachnid's large leg. He hoped the whole thing fried with him.
>>
She wasn't prepared for magic.
The pain jolted through her, fried at her, shocked her. Her vision blurred; the weaving was wailing at her. She opened her mouth and venom dripped, necrotic acid, onto the boy's flesh.
She had four arms and knew how to use all of them, even in pain. The lack of emotion was her strength - one arm through the chest, another dug into his stomach, another into his crotch and the last one went through his throat. There was no fear. There was only pain, and calm.
>>
The liquid dropping into his shoulders caused his jacket to sizzle, and he barely had a chance to yell over the stinging sensation that followed when she ended it rather suddenly. It was too much at once, the force enough to drive him back against the wooden door of one of the stalls.
Understanding was in his fading gaze as he stared at the monster in front of him, in far too much shock to even cry out, not that his severed windpipe would have allowed him to. He had lost this fight. He knew it. But at least he had hurt her... At least he knew he could. As soon as he could move again, he'd find the bitch and barbecue her.
He tightened his grip on the leg at his throat, pulling, but no use. Consciousness faded as the blood drained, unable to heal when he was still impaled. Finally, though his body struggled for as long as his will power would allow it, his energy gave out. Hisoka's eyes slipped shut and both hands fell to dangle at either side.
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She pulled her forearms out of his body and spun, the pain arching through her back, finishing. She looked at him, asleep, bleeding, and knew better than to leave him. The City didn't account for things like that. As usual, blame would fall on her. She would have to take him with her.
To Light. She shifted back into human form and took a deep breath. In human form she looked whole, no blood, but it was far from true - she needed blood to heal fully, to rebuild the spiders missing inside her, to stop the dull, aching pain that would turn into agony once the adrenaline wore off.
She pulled Hisoka to her and carried him back towards the City.