[Bruce reaches the figure first. The cloth is tangible, rustling at his touch. The figure beneath it doesn't move. When he starts to draw the cloth away, there's a sickening, halfway-wet sound, like a bandage being pulled from raw, bloody skin. There's a mild amount of resistance, but not the sort of resistance that comes from anything behind held. It just seems...stuck, slightly. Just barely.
And then Villanelle pounces, and the pointed end of the screwdriver jabs through the cloth, into the figure's would-be neck. There's a grotesque sound, like tearing, maybe, like puncturing a filled canvas bag.
And then, in the near-dark, the figure melts beneath the cloth. Something thick and hot and foul and dark pours onto their feet, covering the area.]
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And then Villanelle pounces, and the pointed end of the screwdriver jabs through the cloth, into the figure's would-be neck. There's a grotesque sound, like tearing, maybe, like puncturing a filled canvas bag.
And then, in the near-dark, the figure melts beneath the cloth. Something thick and hot and foul and dark pours onto their feet, covering the area.]