Snippet #2714890

Taken by surprise once more, Zeke watches blankly as Victor snaps up and begins to talk cryptically, in a voice one can hardly call human. Shaking him from his shock, however, was bearing witness to Victor's hands suddenly wrapped around the throat of none other than the medic, Alexei. In response, he lunges over, clasping between his wrists in an effort to pry him loose, his veins igniting into lines of blue through his skin.

"Who... are you," Zeke says through strained breath as he puts all his strength into trying to keep the medic's throat from being crushed. "Certainly not Victor right now!"

Viktoriya stands, watching intently at Victor's movements, the pupils in her eyes fluctuating, thoughts racing. She had felt unease since she first saw him, heard him, that disharmonious tone that rattled away inside him, far removed from the more steady beat of all other beings, and now it was louder than ever, overtaking everything with its noise, steadily driving the beast mad.

"Skitter and scratch, a skull of roachessss," she shrieks hysterically, her hair on ends like a cornered wildcat as she begins to clasp her hands tightly, baring her teeth. "Konets yego! It wounds the melody, make it stop!"

"Stand down," Zeke yells out, trying to prevent the beast from compounding the issue.