[She falls still, but he doesn't trust it. He rolls off of her, panting as he returns to his feet. She could be playing dead. She might be Inhuman, with a different location for her cardiovascular system. He stomps on her neck then, grinding vertebrae under the heel of his shoe. He doesn't relax until he's sure the body won't react or twitch in pain.
But now there's the matter of the cleanup. A body would leave too many questions, and too many people know he's with her today. She can't be the only victim in this attack.
He'll bring his attention to the cabinet she'd been perusing, gripping it from the outer edge and heaving himself toward it headfirst. He brains himself until he opens up a gash in his forehead, blood trailing down his face over an eye. It already feels swollen and sensitive to the touch. It ought to be a proper black eye once anyone sees it.
Pulling his sleeve over a hand, he rummages through drawers until he's found a scalpel, then draws it in a line over his cheek and leans down to stab it into Claire's hand. The violence ought to match. Following that, he'll snatch the sheet from the mirror and set a finger to his lips in case there's a sudden audience. Then, he tips over the stand that initially housed the tray of vials and needles and drops back down over the body with a noisy thump.
He groans plaintively then, calling for help in a thin, weak tone. Someone ought to be told the right version of events.]
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But now there's the matter of the cleanup. A body would leave too many questions, and too many people know he's with her today. She can't be the only victim in this attack.
He'll bring his attention to the cabinet she'd been perusing, gripping it from the outer edge and heaving himself toward it headfirst. He brains himself until he opens up a gash in his forehead, blood trailing down his face over an eye. It already feels swollen and sensitive to the touch. It ought to be a proper black eye once anyone sees it.
Pulling his sleeve over a hand, he rummages through drawers until he's found a scalpel, then draws it in a line over his cheek and leans down to stab it into Claire's hand. The violence ought to match. Following that, he'll snatch the sheet from the mirror and set a finger to his lips in case there's a sudden audience. Then, he tips over the stand that initially housed the tray of vials and needles and drops back down over the body with a noisy thump.
He groans plaintively then, calling for help in a thin, weak tone. Someone ought to be told the right version of events.]