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Edge of Violet City/Late Evening
(G: 34 | B: 76)
Edge of Violet City/Late Evening
(G: 34 | B: 76)
Bored.
This had been a stupid idea. Since when was 'resting' and 'recuperating' suddenly on Garth's to-do list? He only ever slept when he was close to collapse from exhaustion, preferring to keep himself fueled with blood and guts until his body simply said "NO" and forced him to drop down to sleep. He hadn't had much of that for a few hours; his brutal killing of Clyde and the nameless Houndoom before him had been enough to keep his new cravings mostly at bay. Or, at least, not bad enough for him to lose control.
He wasn't tired, he realised, as he lay on his belly on a branch with all four of his limbs dangling below him. He was just bored as fuck.
With a groan, Garth sat up and squinted through the leaves at the setting sun. He shuffled further up towards the end where there was more sun, closing his eyes and enjoying the soft warmth of the golden rays as they embraced his skin. He wondered how much longer he had to be able to enjoy little moments like this, and with a jolt he sprang to his feet, reminded that he had a time limit.
He had licked his lips until they were dry; until the very last trace of the taste of Latias's blood had gone. If his time ran out before he got to taste it again ... Garth couldn't bear it. He had a reputation, a position of power to build before he became just another mindless zombie.
He slithered further up the tree to the highest branch he could, his eyes latching on the distant rooftops. If he could get to Violet City before the others, undetected, he could wait for them there and track their movements easier. Screw whatever Hannibal had told him to do; Garth made his own rules.
Pressing his snout into the sunlight for another few seconds, Garth sighed and started his journey.
It was over remarkably quickly. Buck opened his eyes and looked down as the monstrous Alakazam disappeared, leaving all three of them in a silence so deep it was unnerving. Buck had tried hard not to listen to what was going on, but he had picked up on one or two bits of information that he'd rather not have known.
Died.
Selfish needs.
Humans.
Slaughter.
It looked as though the Doctor had some secrets.
Buck scowled and clutched at the bark, watching Latias as she rushed over to him. He hissed softly, baring his little fangs. If what that Alakazam said was true - that he was a traitor and a liar and a murderer, why was she picking him up and embracing him? Buck tightened his grip on the bark so hard that it broke off into his hands with a snap. If he had a reason for distrusting that guy, this was it.
Yet as he watched them hug without a word - none that he could hear anyway - Buck felt strangely sorry for him. Clearly he regretted whatever he did by the way he just hung limply in Latias's arms and let himself be hugged. Either that or it was-- no. Buck pushed away his negativity. Something was happening down there between those two, something deep. Something that his grumpy, one-track mind could probably never comprehend.
Wouldn't be surprised if they've forgotten about me, Buck thought as he climbed down from the tree just as they parted and the Doctor said, "I can do that."
"Do what?" Buck tugged on his earring, suddenly feeling uncomfortable that he was even around. He was pretty sure that these two didn't really want him around during their little private exchange, but he didn't care. "Look, I'm not sure what the hell just happened or what that creepy guy was talking about and, frankly, I'm not going to ask." He shot the Doctor a suspicious glare. "But I'm not hanging around this place a minute longer. I'm going to the city to find shelter. You two either come with me or ... I dunno, keep going whatever you were doing then. I don't care."
He stalked off, pulling on his ear so hard that it started to hurt. Was he mad? Was he about to let himself into a building with someone like that?