Banded Mongoose (by Ian Lindsay~)
Just look at those small adorable mongooses
Mongoose, A.K.A. terrorist
Each and every slam, prod and pat was the only thing that made Henry’s body move. Otherwise, his life seemed to be gone.
His body was cold as ice, and absolutely nothing was healing. It was like suddenly his soul had left his body, and in a way it had.
The cannibal was in limbo, unable to heal, yet unable to fully, truly die.
However to someone on the outside, it would seem like he really, truly was dead.
Tav released the other. Cold. So cold, no no please not cold please be warm again…
He backed away, his heart thumping in his chest, or wherever it had relocated to.
He slammed the door to his room, and barricaded it with every heavy object he could find. Snug must not see this. Snug must not see him. No one could. Not anymore…
He trembled, taking the blanket he had thrown at Henry and covering his cold body.
"I’m sorry Henry… I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m sorry…"
He backed away, before scrambling out through the window, and used his magic to lock it from the inside, throwing the curtains closed.
"I’m sorry… I’m sorry…"
He turned and ran as fast as this strange new body could carry him with how strange the legs felt. He needed to go far away. To a place where he couldn’t hurt anyone else.
He was a monster.
A stupid, jealous, hateful, disgusting monster.
Monsters don’t deserve people like Henry. Monsters don’t deserve the friendship of anyone that Tav knew.
Henry’s body was left trembling as the magic’s flow halted. Yet there was something wrong. He could feel it. His neck wasn’t healing. Things still hurt. They still weren’t—
Yet he wouldn’t even have time to finish that thought. His body jolted, and Henry gave out a cry louder than he realized he was capable of. There was a hand IN his chest, and before he knew it, Henry was staring at his own still beating heart.
He hardly comprehended that he’d been dropped to the floor, for all of his body was going numb. It was growing colder by the second, and as the last few tears fell from his eyes, the color in them died completely.
That heart on the floor slowed to a stop…and Henry didn’t get up.
His body laid there lifelessly; his face still twisted in sorrow more than pain as his eyes appeared almost grey rather than their normal gold.
Nothing was healing.
Tavish’s magic had horribly messed with his system, and now his body did nothing.
The beastly creature stared at Henry, snarling when he would not get up.
"I said get up!"
One of Tavish’s front paws slammed against the other, trying to jolt him up. When he still lay there, motionless, the twisted snarl on the other’s face began to fade. It was replaced with a grimace of dismay.
"Henry. Get up."
"Henry. I said get up… Do it. Do as I say just once…"
The beast began to fidget and pace around Henry’s body.
"Henry… H-Henry… Little buddy? C-Can you hear me?"
He began to hyperventilate. The ick had ceased to flow, though something was still leaking from his eyes.
"Wh… What have I done… H-Henry? Hen-Hen? Can’t you hear me, Hen-Hen?"
He bent down, and those massive hands that only a moment ago caused pain, gently held Henry’s face. He pat his cheek, trying to wake him.
"C-can you hear me, Hen-Hen?"
Tavish bit his lip, or he would if he could, and whimpered.
"Henry please just speak to me! Pl-Please! Please…"
His words were stuttering with sobs.
"Just s-say something, oh my g-god, H-Henry please get up! Please!"
Henry’s eyes went wide as he felt the giant hands, and oh damn those nails hurt. He could feel the small trickle of blood running down through his hair.
As the magic flowed through him, Henry could feel it. All of it. It was like there was something moving around inside of him again. Something chewing on all of his organs. His clawed hands yanked at his shirt, ripping the fabric as he squirmed in pain. He couldn’t breathe, and his head felt like it was going to explode.
Henry couldn’t even think enough to beg the other to stop.
It felt like something was filling his throat, or maybe wrapping around it. He couldn’t tell anymore. The red-head let out a choked sob, eyes wide in panic as he tried to claw whatever the strange feeling was away from his throat; only to start clawing at his own flesh, desperately trying to alleviate whatever was going on.
"Why do you make me hurt this way? Why do you make me hurt you?! You think I want to do this?! DO YOU?”
He ceased the flow of magic into Henry’s system, and pulled the other close to his own, twisted face. One hand came down to Tavish’s side, and the red head was left dangling in the grip of his other hand.
"You will not torture me like this anymore, Henry. My suffering shall be your own."
With a lightning fast motion, he jabbed his clawed hand into the other’s chest, and ripped the organ so stupidly equated to love from Henry’s chest.
He dropped Henry to the floor, and then dropped the heart next to him. He knew he would heal. He always did. He snarled, and waited for him to get up.
"GET UP. I am not done with you…"
He wasn’t going to repeat himself. Henry wasn’t leaving.
Though somehow, Tavish looked a lot bigger than before. Henry’s vision hadn’t completely returned to him. It was still somehow blurry. Why were things healing slower than usual?
He felt so..confused as he reached up to rub at his eyes, in hopes that that would somehow help.
"Tavish..I can’t see you very well..Did you get bigger?"
And not thinking twice about it, he reached out for the other.
Tavish hissed, and gurgled more.
"Do not touch me, pretender."
Two large hands slammed against the sides of Henry’s head, and locked him into a vice-like grip. They began to lift him off the floor with ease.
"You made me this way. You messed up my insides. You would not listen and here you are, still refusing to listen."
His voice growled lowly, and the claws on the ends of his fingers dug into Henry’s scalp.
"You will pay for this. All of it. You will know my pain."
The scaled splotches on his skin began to shift, and Tavish felt the familiar pin pricks and tingles of magic flowing through him, into his hands, and deep into Henry’s skull. Oh he would know his pain. The pain of having your insides eat each one another out of heartbreak, the frustration of having a simple request ignored, and the intense, brain melting feeling he always, ALWAYS got when he hurt someone.
He was breaking his own rules of his magic. It felt awful, but… Something inside him kept telling him it was good. This was deserved. Henry deserved this. That he deserved to make this little human pay…
Yes… Make him pay.
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