“GET THE CIVILIANS BEHIND US! CIRCLE AROUND! USE YOUR OWN BODIES IF WE HAVE TO!”
The law enforcement that were just as hidden as the monsters in the crowds tried to maintain order in this freshly created hell. Pulling out hidden handguns and mace as they tried desperately to be the paragons that showed the way, a way out of this madness.
But Cassie was right about one thing. Once humans panic, within their throughs of fear, there is no reason anymore. And it was clearly illustrated, by these rushing bodies that are on the verge of becoming a crush.
Within these crowds—gatherings—of humans, there was at least one Subsumed revealing themselves. A twisted face rose from looking down at a table, a woman in blue cackled as she formed bat wings out of her stolen hands. A massive body, dragging a pair of screaming innocents, using its claws to dig deep into the flesh.
It didn’t matter their positions, their methods, their means. Calypso used her low pose as she swept the revealed Subsumed, using her now-freed claws to slash at their low bodies. As the ones that she managed to nick merely screamed, leaned over, and stumbled—she knew that she wasn’t killing them, but she gave the humans the ability to fight back. At least for a second longer.
She quickly darted under a table, only to find screaming innocents who forced her to get away. So she has to improvise, darting behind a pillar that wasn’t completely ruined. The sheer amount of panic, embodied both in sound and atmosphere, all of that weight pushing against the skeletal monster girl’s fervent mind.
Because there were still things that didn’t make sense, here. And it was frustrating, since this Vampire-bitch was everything but subtle. She literally just laid it all out… So why so few Subsumed? Why not a massive army of Bats to eat as much as possible, and take the “worthy” survivors…? Why aren’t people dying in droves?
And why, after dealing with these fuckers for months now, are holding back their clear bloodlust?
Calypso picked from her cover, to observe what’s been going on so far. Now that she had the distance, the clarity… Aside from the trio that took Hanna away, the Subsumed aren’t doing… Anything akin to that. Just grabbing the victims, tossing them. Harming them with their claws and fangs, but only sinking them so deep to cause legitimate maiming, but Calypso knew that once they grabbed you—it’d be over. Here, there was getting away, screaming as they held their gaping, pouring wounds.
And the glaring fact that the monsters are letting the crowd get into the makeshift circle.
The squads of law enforcement became a ring, aiming their weapons and closing in around the panicked citizens. Men and women, becoming sentinels with their defensive postures… Clearly wavering and on edge.
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And all the revealed ghouls did in response, was laugh—look amongst their pack, and slowly lurch forward. Backing away in a mocking manner once they’ve been shot multiple times. Chittering with laughter.
As Calypso tried desperately to wrack her brains around this utter chaos, who else but that annoying voice began ringing within the air again.
Alrighty~! Now that I got my point across, time to SAW this shit.
As you can see, my guys are on the verge of eating YOU all alive. But that’s not the worst part—if anything, it’s one of the most preferable way out, for the most of you. The true fucked up part is what’s… Inside of you.
“…God. Fucking damn it…” Calypso mournfully realized the plot.
Those bottomless finger-foods you’ve been stuffing your faces with the entire night? Laced with monster flesh! Don’t ask me how, but I know that speeds along the process that I want! In layman’s terms, all of you—every single one—are slowly becoming monsters. Just like that weird, stupid assembly that you had when you were a kid or teen—look to your left! Look to your right! The person beside you is thinking about how to kill you before you become a problem! Or maybe thinking that being a problem’s rad—and likes making other people problems as well!
Calypso could see the immediate shift. The cops glancing at each other in worry, then back at the now-restless cattle that they were tending too.
So you better figure all that out, before it’s too late~! But really—I think the fatter, the more likely, wouldn’t you say?
Shouts and screams became more tangible. Arguments, accusations, outright personal attacks coming from what Calypso assumed to be friends. Even family.
Either way! Make your choice! Eat, BE eaten, or fuck it: DIG IN and enjoy yourselves anyways!
…And that DOESN’T conclude my announcements. At least…Not… Yet.
There was a chill… A knowing… Feeling, that Calypso had crept along her spine.
Any wannabe hero-witches, please report to the top of the clock tower immediately~ So we can finally put a fucking end to all of this. In fact… DO IT RIGHT NOW.
The blood-red runes manifested around Calypso, whipped around her, causing an instant rope-burn effect around the limbs they lanced out at.
Not only jerked Calypso up in the air, but ripped her out in front of the crowds, causing bloodcurdling screams and pleas for her to be saved. But it was too late.
Calypso tried to tussle in the runes’ grasp, but sooner than later, she was dragged outside through the wall—causing even more screams that reached a fever pitch. Calypso knew that she had to be in some sort of pain after all of this, but in that moment, she was trying to figure out how her compatriots were going to explain away THAT.
The cold night air started to sting at her now-throbbing skin, she couldn’t focus her sights because of the wind gushes that blew into her face.
And in perfect supernatural event fashion, Calypso was unceremoniously chucked right into the clock tower’s face. Glass, metal, and structural bits that were now embedded into her already aching flesh.
“Heya~”
As soon as she lifted her head, Calypso’s throat was crushed by Melissa’s two fingers. Right to the hilt.
“And goodbye. Bitch.”