[The Darkling looks down, his shadows creeping closer to Jim. The inky tendrils that reach out, curling around the boot in a caress. He clenches his hands and the shadows stop.]
It's. Fine.
[Most likely. He hasn't lost control. Yet. Has been out of his mind with hunger, the impotent feeling of being unable to plan his way out of this racing through him. He looks at Jim, his lumbering body and the sweet paleness to his skin.]
You. Did not. Do this. To us. Why. Sorry.
[Even the guy with the glasses, who stood back, allowing the monster close enough to allow the injury that infected him wasn't at fault. Who ever created this decease, had unleashed it on everyone, they
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It's. Fine.
[Most likely. He hasn't lost control. Yet. Has been out of his mind with hunger, the impotent feeling of being unable to plan his way out of this racing through him. He looks at Jim, his lumbering body and the sweet paleness to his skin.]
You. Did not. Do this. To us. Why. Sorry.
[Even the guy with the glasses, who stood back, allowing the monster close enough to allow the injury that infected him wasn't at fault. Who ever created this decease, had unleashed it on everyone, they