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Alex wakes up feeling as though he just took on the biggest wrestling match against Brian. But Brian's dead is what he has to remind himself of. He looks around to find that this room that he's in is not one of his own. His home however, no longer stands either. He had to set it on fire after he had devoured Amy. He didn't do it on purpose, that thing had made him do it; much like it had turned him into the very monster that he is. Tim had been a very difficult task to take on. That was pretty much the short story of it. After all, Tim was much like Alex. But now he found himself wishing dearly for the time before his heart had stopped; before he had consumed Seth as his first meal coming into the world as he is.
But he needed to focus on the room that he's in right now. He's not in a bed. More like he's bound in rope as he feels hardwood underneath his exposed fingertips. Which were all raw from being split open by his claws. He poked his tongue to the cheeks of and roof of his mouth and feels healed flesh and gauze. Meaning someone had seen him in that state. Between humanity or a false mask of it and the monster that very much wanted out. He felt his skin crawl with the imagination of someone seeing him as he was. Blinking more aggressively he knows that he's not gagged. His claws, tusks, and canines are retracted into the flesh.
He felt glad for it. But at the same time he felt a sort of panic run through him as he ran through the possibilities of being kidnapped by a cult or something. That was something that he did not need right now at this very moment. Looking down he sees his chest bandaged but had purple duct tape holding it together. He was very much confused but he could smell stale blood and poorly concealed decay. At least to his senses. But if he were still human he would've smelled cheap lemon surface cleaner.
He can hear the sudden footsteps towards the door that he assumes is north of him. He can hear the fumbling of the lock on the door. Light flares in, thankfully though this person has low lighting which give the room a dim fire-ish look. It is shadowed by an average height person. He looks to be smaller than Tim but he is broad. So, Alex shifts as best he could onto his sore leg as he can remember the jaws clamping onto it. Looking up he sees the figure step closer. Almost as if an animal stalking it's prey it watches and walks around in a circle. He feels it's eyes watching him, unpeeling the clothes and flesh and feels vulnerable. But at the same time, he is curious.
Who in the hell would be interested in someone who had tusks and fangs stretching from his gums. He keeps his head down, as he tries to hear for anything withstanding That is before he hears a whistle of a metal; feeling his arm being torn cleanly, neatly. He barely acknowledges it other than a grunt. He's more surprised than in pain, sure it stings but constantly feeling tusks peeling and reopening his gums again and again has lessened some of the normal responses that he would have to wounds like this. After all, he had felt Tim's jaws clamp around his limbs before, that was something that hurt very much and made his veins feel like their on fire.
Hearing a hum he doesn't respond much to that either, although he does have plenty of questions. "Why am I here? And why are you trying to hack away at my arm?" He asks, he's a bit groggy, still though his neck hurts a lot and flares up even more when speaking. He grunts a bit at that, but tries to hear for any other warning of another strike.
None comes as he hears walking continue and then suddenly he's facing a man. Or at least what was the base of it, tusks and canines popped up on either side, completely popping out of the cheeks and still it was slightly inflamed but a little bruising all around as well. It's eyes were a very deep brown, or the imitation of brown, closer their would be the reflection of purple.
Alex doesn't entirely care, but what he cares most is the fact that this thing felt oppressive. Very much so. Alex however, stood his ground as he stared at the eyes of the thing that crouched down to his level. He considered that this might be the end for him, but at the same time he also chose to believe that even if the thing chose to kill him then why go through the trouble of fixing him up?
Alex continued to stare at the thing as he felt that he would be here for a long while later than he should be. He doesn't trust the thing that is in front of him, but he has to. He knows that whoever, the hell this guy is, it's bandaged him up and even when he's cut off Alex's arm it'll grow back. That and also he understands hunger so if that's the intention then it'll be a fitting punishment in his eyes.
Then when he continues to stare he watches as the eye color changes and the body begins to tremble. Watching as the guy falls down Alex moves his arms since the other has grown back and the rope is pretty much useless. He slowly moves his hand forward to gently pat the guy on the back as he chokes and trembles on the floor in front of him. The body immediately shoots up to look at him. His head, still having the tusks out but it seemed they were beginning to recede into the gum line. And within Alex, he doesn't trust him, but he can sympathize with the vulnerable state.
The man upon seeing him opens his mouth slightly ajar as he looks at him, confused.
Evan didn't know what the fuck he was doing in the attic where he had killed so many people and yet he is curled into a ball in front of an alive person. A person, who is disheveled. His olive eyes have gold specks that gleam with the really dim light. The man is wearing a plaid shirt, but with a really big splash of red, with a sleeve pathetically laying on the side of the floor. His legs were tied, but a lame piece of rope laid on the floor.
Evan shaking a bit as he recovered, felt the teeth that didn't belong to him in the beginning, start to recede. But his eyes, they still see more so. He can see the man in front of him, still open, but on his guard. One of his arms, is just plain and naked Bone, still nerves and tendons begin to wrap around it. It's still healing but he regards Evan with an open sympathy that Evan has not seen on anyone in so long. He would sob if he didn't know better. He doesn't know if this person wants him dead. But he also knows from the look on his face that he wouldn't do that.
Evan sits up but still trembles from the pain that comes in from all sides, knowing from the wounds on his face he can barely feel it. But every time he so much as touches it, it immediately flares up in pain. Feeling cautious he slowly gets up, although he doesn't do so steadily. The stranger still looks into Evan's eyes as he does end up standing. Evan blinks before he remembers that he does happen to have a butterfly knife in one of his jean pockets. Taking it out he flicks it open and and turns towards the strangers legs. The guy tenses but relaxes almost immediately. It was so strange to Evan but when touching his leg, he feels the oncoming memories. The guy laying in a pool of his own blood and with tusks and teeth pushed through his cheeks. Nails extended and specifically made for violence. The body of the man is cradled to hug himself and it seems that the man had gotten himself into a very serious fight. There are slash marks all over his chest that dig deep. Some exposing his ribs and insides but upon closer inspection he sees the small veins and bigger arteries sewing themselves together. As they do he also sees the flesh in a constant fight of being cut and trying to heal as repeatedly the tusks breaks the newly formed skin that tries to knit itself on top of the sharp razors. The claws were in the same state, they pierced into the skin of his arms and were holding them in a knuckle white grip.
It painted a picture in the form of someone like him. A monster who was attacked and wanted for that to mean death. To restrain themselves from attacking back. Blinking away the memory he still continues to not say and anything and is grateful that the fella here doesn't either. He doesn't trust anyone Habit manages to wrangle in here; but he assumes that there's more to this one. So, he'll see what happens in the mean time. And maybe ask Vinnie what he's missed out on.