ext_201934 ([identity profile] 31st-of-china.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute 2008-09-25 08:45 am (UTC)

At that, and despite his original stance not to give the fucker what he wanted, Sanzo turned to look back towards Goku.

He didn't expect to see blood. The kid was clutching his side, a look of pain and sheer surprise on the monkey's face, right before the idiot tried to pretend that he hadn't just been mysteriously hit. Dark red blossomed from underneath his fingers, staining the uniform.

What the hell? The monk hadn't heard anything, no whistle of arrows or gunshot, and that wound looked just like a gunshot. He'd seen enough of them, been the cause of them to know what they looked like by now.

Sanzo turned, eyes narrowed. So the fucker wasn't lying about this. They were on a timer, until they fulfilled his mind game. And there wasn't jackshit he could do about it.

Fury was welling up in him, with such intensity that it was almost alien, all of it directed at the man above them.

"You sick son of a bitch..." Sanzo said through clenched teeth.

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