The environment swirled before his eyes as Frank came into focus. Adrian's eyebrows furrowed as the smoking man extended a hand down to his level. He took it as a signal of unwelcomed pity. Adrian was determined not to show Frank any sort of weakness even though he was still dizzied by his encounter with the red banshee.
He staggered to his feet, rising right past Frank's gesture. His balance was wobbly but he kept his feet underneath him as he stood. Adrian only made it a couple steps before he needed to steady his body against one of walls with the palm of his hand. With a slight turn of the neck, he glared at Frank out of the corner of his eye.
"I hope you people can sleep at night," he panted. Nothing more needed be said. The sharp bite in his voice was enough to convey his displeasure more than words ever could.
He stiffly removed himself from The Tartaros Pit before any more dialog could occur. The crowd around the accident had started to disperse and resume their banal shopping sprees. None of them would ever understand the full extent of what had transpired at the mall today. They would go back to being lost in a world of tiny problems and trivial concerns.
Adrian envied them. He envied the simplicity of his former self.
He reached the door to the outside of the mall and beheld the strange sight of the accident. Between the blood stains on the face of the older gentleman and the out-of-place cheeriness of the woman, it could have seemed like Adrian had stepped into some sort of terribly cheesy exploitation film. But he knew better now. This was his reality.
His eyes followed Alice for a time, ignoring all else around. She was truly a fascinating being in all the wrong ways. The ordeal she had just forced him to suffer was unlike anything Adrian would have even dreamed possible. The very sight of her filled him with confusion.
Part of him loathed her...but another part almost needed to know what made her tick.
He staggered to his feet, rising right past Frank's gesture. His balance was wobbly but he kept his feet underneath him as he stood. Adrian only made it a couple steps before he needed to steady his body against one of walls with the palm of his hand. With a slight turn of the neck, he glared at Frank out of the corner of his eye.
"I hope you people can sleep at night," he panted. Nothing more needed be said. The sharp bite in his voice was enough to convey his displeasure more than words ever could.
He stiffly removed himself from The Tartaros Pit before any more dialog could occur. The crowd around the accident had started to disperse and resume their banal shopping sprees. None of them would ever understand the full extent of what had transpired at the mall today. They would go back to being lost in a world of tiny problems and trivial concerns.
Adrian envied them. He envied the simplicity of his former self.
He reached the door to the outside of the mall and beheld the strange sight of the accident. Between the blood stains on the face of the older gentleman and the out-of-place cheeriness of the woman, it could have seemed like Adrian had stepped into some sort of terribly cheesy exploitation film. But he knew better now. This was his reality.
His eyes followed Alice for a time, ignoring all else around. She was truly a fascinating being in all the wrong ways. The ordeal she had just forced him to suffer was unlike anything Adrian would have even dreamed possible. The very sight of her filled him with confusion.
Part of him loathed her...but another part almost needed to know what made her tick.