This time the inspector would stay dead. Warren didn't know what team of surgeons, what great channeling spirits or what gods descended to put Prauvaulient back together but there he was, laughing and smiling like he was in on some brilliant joke. Warren tackled him screaming over his desk. He reached for the first thing he could get his hands on; an elaborate metal quill. One fist gripped the writing implement like a knife while the other closed around the laughing elezen's throat. That laughter was so impossibly loud but that was okay, because Warren was sure it wouldn't last much longer.
The implement came down in the nearest thing the elezen had to an inkwell and a torrent of gore erupted from the eye socket. Sure enough, the joke was spoiled and those yips and howls of amusement turned to agony. There was a soft sticking sound as the quill fell again and again, then Warren tossed it aside and reached in deep with his fingers. It came free with a snap and now Warren was laughing, his hands covered in gore. He took the elezen's eye in his fist and squeezed, but for some reason there was no warm squelching. Beneath him the screaming turned to sobbing, and when Warren looked to his fist he was bewildered to find a stone there.
He looked down at a whimpering miqo'te, one hand raised to his empty eyesocket with blood streaming from his face.
"Why? Why why why? Why?!" Howl begged.
**
Warren bolted upright from his sleep in a cold sweat. He wiped his hands off then checked them in a blind panic for blood, panting. The voice echoed in his head.
The implement came down in the nearest thing the elezen had to an inkwell and a torrent of gore erupted from the eye socket. Sure enough, the joke was spoiled and those yips and howls of amusement turned to agony. There was a soft sticking sound as the quill fell again and again, then Warren tossed it aside and reached in deep with his fingers. It came free with a snap and now Warren was laughing, his hands covered in gore. He took the elezen's eye in his fist and squeezed, but for some reason there was no warm squelching. Beneath him the screaming turned to sobbing, and when Warren looked to his fist he was bewildered to find a stone there.
He looked down at a whimpering miqo'te, one hand raised to his empty eyesocket with blood streaming from his face.
"Why? Why why why? Why?!" Howl begged.
**
Warren bolted upright from his sleep in a cold sweat. He wiped his hands off then checked them in a blind panic for blood, panting. The voice echoed in his head.
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