Collins never told his warden who had killed him and he didn't know that Yellow told his own warden or it didn't make enough of a difference to him to stop his plan for retaliation. Getting a hold of the entity's crown and smashing it didn't seem all that challenging much less satisfactory but after some deliberation the Butcher came up with a much better idea. He hadn't seen the little ball of a body that the creature had gotten lately but he knew it existed and that it had brought joy to the entity. Now it was time to take that joy away.
The Butcher waited till he knew with absolute certainty that Yellow was away from his room without the body and that the hallway was clear--then he made his way to the door and, using makeshift tools, carefully picked the lock. He was practiced in getting into places where he was not invited so it only took him a matter of seconds to unlawfully gain access to the room. He slipped inside and shut the door behind him.
He paused to take in the sight. He hadn't been inside many other rooms on board the ship honestly and he hadn't known what to expect really. It wasn't this. However, it didn't take him long to spot the blob sitting in the conversation pit area, oddly covered up with a blanket that only haphazardly did the job. He would have guessed it was to protect it if guessed rather than hide it from view. It didn't matter. It was what he was looking for.
He threw back the blanket and took the body in his hands. It felt odd to touch even through his gloves and Collins made a disgusted face. He was quick to depart after that, keeping the entity's hollow body hidden from others by stuffing it into a bag. Once he had left the room with lock engaged as if nothing had ever happened the Butcher headed out to the deck. He searched for the perfect spot days ago and thus knew exactly where to throw the repulsive thing in his bag off the side of the ship. He had even practiced with a few items he thought might fit the shape and weight of the body when it was not in use so that he knew he could make it past the nets.
There was no preamble. The Butcher didn't waste time so he could get caught in the act. He simply took the bag off his shoulder and tossed it over the railing. He watched with satisfaction as it fell well beyond the protective netting and past the point where his eye could see it any longer. He leaned against the railing with a small smile curling his lips, waiting five, ten minutes just to be certain. The thing was gone for good as far as he could tell.
With a tune on his lips, Collins went back to his regular day.
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Retaliation for being tortured and killed, couple of weeks after
The Butcher waited till he knew with absolute certainty that Yellow was away from his room without the body and that the hallway was clear--then he made his way to the door and, using makeshift tools, carefully picked the lock. He was practiced in getting into places where he was not invited so it only took him a matter of seconds to unlawfully gain access to the room. He slipped inside and shut the door behind him.
He paused to take in the sight. He hadn't been inside many other rooms on board the ship honestly and he hadn't known what to expect really. It wasn't this. However, it didn't take him long to spot the blob sitting in the conversation pit area, oddly covered up with a blanket that only haphazardly did the job. He would have guessed it was to protect it if guessed rather than hide it from view. It didn't matter. It was what he was looking for.
He threw back the blanket and took the body in his hands. It felt odd to touch even through his gloves and Collins made a disgusted face. He was quick to depart after that, keeping the entity's hollow body hidden from others by stuffing it into a bag. Once he had left the room with lock engaged as if nothing had ever happened the Butcher headed out to the deck. He searched for the perfect spot days ago and thus knew exactly where to throw the repulsive thing in his bag off the side of the ship. He had even practiced with a few items he thought might fit the shape and weight of the body when it was not in use so that he knew he could make it past the nets.
There was no preamble. The Butcher didn't waste time so he could get caught in the act. He simply took the bag off his shoulder and tossed it over the railing. He watched with satisfaction as it fell well beyond the protective netting and past the point where his eye could see it any longer. He leaned against the railing with a small smile curling his lips, waiting five, ten minutes just to be certain. The thing was gone for good as far as he could tell.
With a tune on his lips, Collins went back to his regular day.