therapeutics: SWORDS™ (ʙᴀɪʟᴇʏs.)
DR.   JULIA  HOFFMAN. ([personal profile] therapeutics) wrote in [community profile] exsiliumlogs 2014-01-09 01:38 am (UTC)

the eighth.

[ julia should have stayed on the moon.

she's used to the cold; new england winters chilled one to the bone, but there's something distinctly different about making one's way through the woods on a night cold enough to get frostbite simply by looking in the wrong direction. hell, she's come close enough to twisting her ankle on three separate patches of ice, and it's enough to make julia want to head back for the space shuttle. a five-hour trip doesn't seem like that much of an issue at all. (but it's lonely up there, which leaves julia little to do, therefore little to complain about. she stays).

it's when the metallic stench of blood cuts through the air that julia finally stops. it stings her throat and makes her gag and she looks down and the bright, bright stains of red contrast against the white of the snow. it's too much, isn't it? too much for a hunter, too much for a clean kill, in too many places to be anything but vicious.
]

Fuck. [ just as eloquently, she kneels down into the snow, scooping up some of the tainted slush with her hand. she looks up from it, into the darkness, standing still. ] Motherfucker.

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