[It comes easily, which has always been unfortunate. Nanu's never made any attempt to bury it or pretend it never happened; he wouldn't tolerate such disrespect from himself, no matter how much guilt he feels. There's no introduction, no "beginning" of the sordid fairytale. One moment, Guzma's grappling on top of Nanu - the next, he's looking through Nanu's eyes over a decade ago. Guzma might not even realize it right away. The only two other people who cross his vision...a tall, equally intense-looking man in a trenchcoat; and a woman in a half-suit and work blouse...only address him by "zeroes" or "chief". It isn't until Nanu's voice comes from the body Guzma's seeing through that it becomes apparent.
He sounds authoritative. He's dressed in a suit; blazer missing and sleeves rolled up. It's dark—the middle of the night. Out in wilderness that looks familiarly tropical. Nanu refers to the other man as "100-KR". They have firearms at the ready. Constantly on the lookout. The first emotion that bleeds through is tension. Then, a thought; She shouldn't be here. This isn't right. Stern instructions to the woman to be on alert; scanning the area this way and that; a creeping chill climbing up his spine.
Then...a deep roar in the distance. A sense of alarm. Yelling at the woman to stay behind them; Nanu taking the lead; a blur of foliage and the sounds of crackling branches and crunching leaves under frantic steps. Barks of orders: "Stay back! Weapons ready!" The roars getting louder...no; the group getting closer. "There!" the woman gasps. Heads spin, teeth clench. Alarm reaches its peak.
A monster looms, black as the night. Yellow markings in stark contrast, four blue eyes glowing ominously in the dark. A massive mouth—no, three? --Shit!Shoving the woman out of the way of a thick tentacle, armed with its own crunching mouth. She falls, hard; eyes wild with panic. Nanu aims his firearm-- hell! Forced to dodge from a second tentacle gnashing its teeth at his legs. Hits the ground, rolling hard. Weapons have no effect on its humongous, conveyor-belt-like maw. Blurred vision as things go south; can't see, ears ringing, flashes of pain. Fear, an unmistakable sense of fear, barely tamped down just to try and deal with this thing--
"100-KR!"
Nanu's voice. Too late. Too late, too late, too late. The woman's blood-curdling scream. Gnashing jaws. It has her. It's too late. But she's reaching forward anyway, arms outstretched, pleading with her eyes. Fear at its maximum, swirling with grief; like ice water poured down you back. Firearms are useless. Its mobile mouths cut off Nanu's rescue attempt, her hand pulled out of reach. His heart drops into his stomach. There's no blood, how can there be no blood-- It's all in the thing's mouth. 100-KR dives for her hands. Help her, SAVE HER!
The screaming abruptly stops.
He doesn't want to look. He has to look.
Her body is mangled beyond recognition, like taffy in its jaws. Her lifeless yet still-pleading eyes lock with his before the beast's mouth clamps down for one last, sickening crunch.
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He sounds authoritative. He's dressed in a suit; blazer missing and sleeves rolled up. It's dark—the middle of the night. Out in wilderness that looks familiarly tropical. Nanu refers to the other man as "100-KR". They have firearms at the ready. Constantly on the lookout. The first emotion that bleeds through is tension. Then, a thought; She shouldn't be here. This isn't right. Stern instructions to the woman to be on alert; scanning the area this way and that; a creeping chill climbing up his spine.
Then...a deep roar in the distance. A sense of alarm. Yelling at the woman to stay behind them; Nanu taking the lead; a blur of foliage and the sounds of crackling branches and crunching leaves under frantic steps. Barks of orders: "Stay back! Weapons ready!" The roars getting louder...no; the group getting closer. "There!" the woman gasps. Heads spin, teeth clench. Alarm reaches its peak.
A monster looms, black as the night. Yellow markings in stark contrast, four blue eyes glowing ominously in the dark. A massive mouth—no, three? --Shit! Shoving the woman out of the way of a thick tentacle, armed with its own crunching mouth. She falls, hard; eyes wild with panic. Nanu aims his firearm-- hell! Forced to dodge from a second tentacle gnashing its teeth at his legs. Hits the ground, rolling hard. Weapons have no effect on its humongous, conveyor-belt-like maw. Blurred vision as things go south; can't see, ears ringing, flashes of pain. Fear, an unmistakable sense of fear, barely tamped down just to try and deal with this thing--
"100-KR!"
Nanu's voice. Too late. Too late, too late, too late. The woman's blood-curdling scream. Gnashing jaws. It has her. It's too late. But she's reaching forward anyway, arms outstretched, pleading with her eyes. Fear at its maximum, swirling with grief; like ice water poured down you back. Firearms are useless. Its mobile mouths cut off Nanu's rescue attempt, her hand pulled out of reach. His heart drops into his stomach. There's no blood, how can there be no blood-- It's all in the thing's mouth. 100-KR dives for her hands. Help her, SAVE HER!
The screaming abruptly stops.
He doesn't want to look. He has to look.
Her body is mangled beyond recognition, like taffy in its jaws. Her lifeless yet still-pleading eyes lock with his before the beast's mouth clamps down for one last, sickening crunch.
Nanu yells.]