He turns his head away from her face in order to escape his nightmare. She simply forces his head to face her with both hands holding his face. She even keeps his eyes open.
“What are you so upset about? Were you doing things like this not expecting that someone like me would have my fun with someone like you? Well, I hope in your next life you don’t do something so stupid… Hmph. You’re just lucky I’m already bored with you. Goodbye now.”
Having drained as much enjoyment, satisfaction and catharsis from this man as she possibly could, Sigvor plunges her decay blade into his eye. Just to make sure he’s dead, she swirls the knife a bit. She then pulls her blade out and uses the man’s shirt to wipe away the excess blood from it.
She looks at it again, marveling at its interesting properties.
Sigvor then sighs. She moves away from the bodies and sits with her back against the fourth floor hallway walls. First, she shouts.
“Ok, Mrs. Litun, it’s safe. Also, Dzan, it’s Sig. If you’re on this floor, it’s safe. Just… Just make sure the kid’s eyes are covered when you come out here. It’s a bit bloody.”
A few seconds pass before two doors open. Sigvor sees Mrs. Litun open the stairwell door slowly. She seems to be wary about the situation here. However, as she peers into the hallway, she sees four bodies on the hallway floor and Sig seated to the right side of the hallway. Her fear subsides while her nausea skyrockets.
Almost immediately after she enters the hallway, Mrs. Litun sees a door a bit further down the hallway from Sigvor open slowly. A man with dark violet hair walks out of that door, while being prepared for any tricks. He is holding a child with one hand, covering the boy’s eyes as Sigvor had told him to.
He looks to the floor of the hallway. Dzan stands there for a moment in shock at the sight of the four human bodies.
He looks over at Sigvor sitting against the apartment hallway wall. To Sigvor, he appears stunned and unsettled. Sigvor really didn’t want Dzan to see this side of him. He turns his face away in shame, embarrassment and worry. He really doesn’t want Dzan to abandon him for being the way he is.
When Mrs. Litun sees her child in the hands of the demihuman man, she feels relief. She walks briskly through the hallway, stepping over the dead bodies in her path, and holds her hands out for her son.
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Dzan notices her walking up to her and is jolted out of his daze by the sight of her disfigured visage. He sees her eyes tear up as she walks up and receives her child. He hands the child over while making sure he cannot see the corpses in the hallway. Mrs. Litun holds him in her arms, facing him away from four human bodies.
She also makes sure that he doesn’t see her mutilated face for now. She hugs her child so that his head is on her shoulder and not facing her. The boy doesn’t fully understand or care why he isn’t seeing his mom’s face. All he needs is to hear her voice to lose a great deal of his anxiety.
“Oh my God, Bels, thank Osva that you’re ok, thank Osva… Thank you, thank you so much, Mr. Dzantemir, thank you!” She thanks Dzan through tears, having learned his proper first name from Sigvor.
“Oh, it was nothing…” Dzantemir blushes, turning his face away from her praise. However, she doesn’t allow him to be modest.
“No! No, you cannot be modest. You’re a hero, sir, to both me and my son. You… You are an amazing man. I owe you my son’s life. If you hadn’t stolen him at that moment, he might have actually drunk whatever poison they were about to feed him. Oh my sweet boy, oh Bels…”
Mrs. Litun holds her child close to her in a hug as she strokes his fox ears. Tears of joy streamed down her face.
“M-Mom, I’m ok. I-I’m fine.” The boy tries to be strong for his mother, but he too sniffles at being reunited with her.
“Oh, Bels. I’m so sorry that you had to go through something like this today. Oh my God, I’m so sorry you had to face this horror…” She walks back and forth with her boy in her arms in an effort to comfort him. He has started crying after remembering what he had just faced today. He faced something truly horrific. His life would be changed by this event.
Sigvor looks at the woman and her boy. The child is going to need a lot of help from his family before he can be ok again. The mother and her son are both going to feel terror for a long time. It might be difficult to be near anyone for a while, especially humans. They’re going to see their captors in their nightmares every night when they go to sleep, for a while at least.
Her eyes shift to Dzan who is walking towards her slowly. He uses his hands to comb his hair back.
For a moment he stands over her. He looks into her eyes with an expression of uncertainty. She looks back up at him. She realizes something: Dzan was hiding in the janitor’s closet on this floor, just like the one on the ground floor where she had stashed their loot for today’s day of pickpocketing.
Dzan might have been close enough to hear what Sigvor had said to the last man that she had killed. He might have heard her vengeful words. She had just wanted to make the bastard feel at least a bit of the pain that he had inflicted to the boy and his mother.
She feels nervous considering how her vengeful actions must look to someone like Dzan. She would really dislike it if he started to treat her differently after she went so far to save his life and the life of that little boy. Would he be afraid of her? Would he not want to be near her? Would he hate her for being the kind of person that she was?