johnny_truant: (disbelief | pain | disgust)
Johnny Truant ([personal profile] johnny_truant) wrote in [community profile] applesaucedream 2014-11-29 06:37 pm (UTC)

tw: vomiting in the last big paragraph

Johnny doesn't really have time to be grateful when she bodily rips the appendage holding him off the rest of the monster. Any care she takes is lost on him as from his position all he really knows is he's being tugged downward and tossed aside, his fall more or less cushioned by the writhing, twisting arm. With no small effort he pushes it off him, shimmying out inelegantly and scrambling aside as it whips around him like a big terrifying meat hurricane. Swearing in an uninterrupted shriek, lost under the creature's deafening protests, he crawls on his hands and knees out from under the thing, narrowly avoiding his own gross, squishy death.

Once out of the immediate killzone he turns and stares at the blue woman as she - she - what is she doing.

His screams of profanity, which had almost become automatic and unconscious, come to an abrupt halt as he stares, jaw dropped, at this woman - whatever she is - casually relieving his would-be killer of its internal organs.

He turns sharply, too late to avoid having that burned into his brain forever, and he throws up. It's almost a surprise, but once it's started happening there's no stopping it. The view, the noises, the smell - he keeps retching even when he has nothing left to offer up to the pavement.

He meets her advice with a dull "Oh." Vermin? Is that him? Probably.

He picks himself up onto shaky legs. "Uh," he says vacantly. "Uh, thanks."

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