My streets punk
Apr 6, 2012 15:40:30 GMT -8
Post by The Dude on Apr 6, 2012 15:40:30 GMT -8
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The Kikaichuu finished the horrible transformation and the black roaring buzzing mass seeped into every opening exposed along the shoddy old broken down building. Doors, open windows, cracks in the walls anything with space enough for air to crawl through the kikaichuu found as the eagerly fulfilled their masters desire. The men inside began to shout and scream in horror swinging with their blades wildly at the kikaichuu but it was no use as the multitude of kikaichuu swarmed over them and the buzzing black cloud became damn and bloody. The kikaichuu swarmed the men, slicing, cutting, stinging again and again viciously until there was little left of the filth but massive blood stains all through out the house.
The screams of the men carried out onto the streets where Takumi was and after a few moments it pulled him back from the momentary lapse of judgement and control. As his sense of reality returned he looked about confused for the source of the screaming but even as he began to search the screaming died down. He headed in the direction the sound had come from and as he neared the house his kikiachuu came to greet him eagerly. He could tell something was wrong, he hadn't given them an order to go out... or he hadn't meant to. He could smell the blood that stained them as he made his way to the house following the bloody trail they had left behind them.
Stepping into the house he looked about at the mess they had made with uncaring but still tear stained eyes. The bugs had made an awful mess of these men indeed but Takumi could feel somewhere deep within him that these where the men who deserved to die. He shook his head solemnly and sadly, not at what had happened to the men so much as how he was going to explain this in his report to the compound. It would be tough but he'd think of some clever excuse, the truth that he had snapped and uncontrollably released his kikaichuu on the streets of Kirigakure no Sato could prove detrimental to his future. He turned to face his massive swarm that eagerly awaited his approval buzzing quietly with anxiety.
"Well you all got filthy and stink now from all that blood. I don't know why you expected not to get into trouble for this... but it doesn't matter you all still did well. Go to the coast and wash up while I go figure out how to deal with turning this in."
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