Thread: ..::Aɴɢᴇʟs ᴏғ Dᴇᴀᴛʜ::.. [Rʏᴀx & Iʀᴏɴɪᴄ]

Isac could clearly hear the footsteps approaching his sprawled out position, but even so he didn't open his eyes one bit for the steps echoed much the same as the girl's. Her voice was cold, hints of confusion and distaste for the whole situation so clear that he could positively imagine the look on her face from her voice alone. Isac flung his eyes open, staring straight up at her, her face exactly like he'd imagined but obviously up-side-down to him. His facial expression plain at first, quickly turning into an irritated and disgusted one, much like a self-righteous noble looking down on a peasant that had just touched him. A whispered ' Ugh... ' escaped his lips. Another loose piece of the puzzle came rattling down and settling in place when she mentioned his name. She must've been the one that had disturbed and read the papers inside the room. She'd read his file. Every sting she prodded him with after that struck a nerve on each own, sending jolts of increasing irritation through him. Isac rolled over to his left and quickly got up on his feet. Without even as much as a seconds hesitation, with his left hand he grabbed her by the throat and forced her up on her feet as well. He had a steady grip as he twirled them both around and pressed her against the intact part of the wall he'd been kicking a moment ago. He wasn't pressing hard enough to cut off her blood or air supply, but he was none the less holding her steady against the wall. He kept close watch of her hands so they didn't get the pocket knife she'd stabbed him with before. That's right. You don't understand. You don't understand anything. So what if you know my name. Does that give you some sort of entitlement to know all about me? Like venom his words seeped dangerously through his lips Isac was disgusted by her will to die. Irritated by her nosyness. Defensive about who he was and his past. Angry at her for all those things and more Still he felt a sort of distant kinship with her, and that pissed him off the most. Besides, I don't get you either. One moment you say you want to die, in the next you say that you want to understand me better. Which is it? Actually, don't answer that, I'll decide it for you. Isac applied more and more pressure on her windpipe with every word, eventually cutting off her supply of air supply all together even before he was done talking He needed room to clear his thoughts, room to run away and creep back into the corner of his mind once again so he'd return to what he had come to call normal. Figuring he'd scare her off by engraving the reality of dying into her mind, the fact was that he didn't want to kill her anymore. Not even a little. It was such a sickening feeling for him he didn't know what to do with it. A few moments before she'd pass out, he'd sorted out many of the feelings that were churning in his mind and the one that came out on top was the feeling of not wanting to kill her. He'd completely lost interest in her death because the motives he usually treasured, that sparked such interest in him, had changed. Isac growled to himself at the situation and finally let go of her throat and moved away, letting her recover. He wasn't planning on sticking around for her to do so however, moving to pick up his scythe with his left hand and wandering away from the scene, not looking back. That's what dying's like. Now fuck off and go find something else to do I've lost interest in you Anger and defeat vibrating along his words Isac moved to get out of there, to put distance between him and her again. He wasn't moving particularly fast so she'd be able to catch up to him if she chose to, or even follow him without difficulty.