[PRP] Killer instinct [Shiloh]

[Blade Kuroda]

Midnight.

There weren't many people out and about. Some were asleep. Others were simply in their homes, doing business there. There practically wasn't anyone out on the dark street.

Only two souls.

A hooded figure in a black and gold jacket with his hands in his pockets quietly approached Shiloh.

"Beaumont."

melancholies

 

[Melancholies]

It'd been a while since Shiloh went on a midnight 7/11 run. Jamie had stuck behind at home in preparation of their impending movie night, but that didn't stop Shiloh frpm texting him nonstop on his phone.


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text to: Lucky ☄

I'm omwwww


He stopped when he was called out, one hand with a bag of candies, one with his phone. He squinted at the figreeting, "Kuroda?" He'd been watching the news, sort of, ever sonce the incident with Mercer, but... "Sup...?

Blade Kuroda

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[Blade Kuroda]

"Not much. Just feeling a little hungry," he replied. The voice was casual. What was possibly even more casual was the way he had pulled a pocket knife out from his coat.

"I think you can help with that."

melancholies

 

[Melancholies]

Confused was an understatement.

And then there was the knife.

"Uh," He took an instinctive step backward, and then slapped himself mentally for it. Shun Kuroda with a knife was like a lake with water; it just made sense, but something about this situation was making the hairs stand on the back of his neck. Shiloh wasn't stupid. If someone had a knife and it was past dark then you should probably think about getting the hell out of dodge. But like, this was Shun. "The hell you doin' there bud?" Another step backwards, his thumb on Jamie's speed dial.

Blade Kuroda

 

[Blade Kuroda]

"What does it look like I'm doing?" he replied. It seemed he took notice of the phone still in Shiloh's hand. With a sort of supernatural speed, he lunged forth to grab a hold of the wrist that held it.

"You don't really need that now."

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[Melancholies]

There it ******** was.

Shiloh wasn't fast enough; he was scrappy in a fist fight, but not in whatever the hell this was. The phone clattered to the ground as his wrist was grabbed, the plastic bag fell to the concrete too as its contents spilled all over the floor.

"What the <******** didn't have super strength like Jamie did, and he didn't have impenetrable skin like Jeremiah. He had his plants, but he had a cautious fear of using his magic in public too, and his mind was racing with the sudden realization that he was being ******** assaulted by Kuroda. "Dude let the ******** go!"

Blade Kuroda

 

[Blade Kuroda]

"The magic in you is strong. This should be good," he uttered. The figure did not let go of Shiloh. Instead, he pulled him closer and placed the blade of the knife up to his throat.

"I suggest you stay very still. It would be a shame if I were to slip."

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[Melancholies]

His pupils were huge, "No s**t," Shiloh said, way too aware of how the blade felt on his throat when he spoke, how cold it was, how sharp it was.

He felt like Aodelle, for the briefest of moments, standing there as Liam dragged the knife across her neck.

"W-What the ******** do you want?" He wasn't moving; he was being very still, maybe too still. The plants in the sidewalk cracks were though, however subtle.

Blade Kuroda

 

[Blade Kuroda]

It really wasn't all that easy to see his face under the hood, and in the darkness. But a smile had started to form.

"You're already giving it. But perhaps..." he started before lightly pressing the edge against the skin. Enough to draw a little bit of blood without cutting in too deep.

Melancholies

 

[Melancholies]

The second he felt the blood he panicked. Giving up wasn't the same as waiting for a window of opportunity.

The crack in the sidewalk--the small insignificant space that harbored a few inignificant weeds--suddenly rustled to life. An inexplicable vine s**t out to snake around the assailant's foot while Shiloh tried to knee them in the gut.

The gash at his neck bubbled with a string of laurels, like a choker around his throat.

Blade Kuroda

 

[Blade Kuroda]

The vines he didn't see coming. He was going to move to prevent the kneeing but getting entangled down prevented him from moving properly. Grunting, he looked down, then forcefully yanked his foot out of the vines.

"You're going to regret that." he hissed as he sliced down towards Shiloh's torso.

melancholies

 

[Melancholies]

The vines weren't very strong; the concrete crack was tiny, and as such it kept them small, and Shiloh (while he didn't want to die) also wasn't in the market for landscaping an entire street with roots. If this kept up much longer though, then he was going to stop caring. The assailant was free, his neck was still bubbling and stinging, and then—

His shirt was thin—it had to be—because it was late spring and he was wearing long sleeves for his own personal reasons, and even in the night air it was hot and muggy. It didn't stand a chance against the blade, and he wouldn't stand a chance with it against his skin either. It was weird with the blood splattered; it was too thick to look normal—too red—and it oozed and fell to the concrete in thick heavy drops.

If he'd just run—if he hadn't tried to fight back and just ran—he wouldn't be in this situation. Now his entire chest looked like a garden. Now he was turning on his heel to run while the flowers clotted his gash fruitlessly, while the spilled blood on the sidewalk populated tiny buds and swaths of clover.

And god did it hurt.

Blade Kuroda

 

[Blade Kuroda]

And now Shiloh ran. The man watched him bolt off for a moment before he gave chase. He was incredibly fast, and it didn't take him too long to run past Shiloh to cut him off.

"Now where do you think you're going?"

melancholies

 

[Melancholies]

inside. His mind link was shooting out in every direction, like he was hoping by some grace of god that Jamie would miraculously be close enough to find him.

He wasn't.

Shiloh was stumbling backwards now, though he didn't fall over, his balance was too impeccable for that. "W-What do you want? ********, ********—" He was obviously looking for an escape. He wasn't seeing one.

Blade Kuroda

 

[Blade Kuroda]

Seeing Shiloh begin to stumble back, the figure went on to shove him over onto the ground. He loomed over, staring at the young noble from beneath the hood. He didn't say anything.

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