After a considerable amount and panicked banging at his container’s impenetrable wall, Motto let his forehead rest against its surface and panted. There was no way he was ready to glance back at his neighbor yet. He was covered in a cold sweat and briefcase sat on the floor of his cell where it had fallen open; the shriveled hand lay innocently next to it.
‘I gotta get outta this place.’
He thought wearily. It was too weird and intense and.. just.. not ok. The lab was more like some kinda scary movie and he didn’t wanna be in it anymore. That strange girl with the familiar scent was here, but it seemed like he was in shitty situation as it was already. Slowly opening his eyes, Motto noticed something different and realized it was the inspector Davis guy standing in front of him. The Hunter backed away and met the glass wall of his small prison only to realize the bug-eyed char-man was still standing there staring at him. Sliding away as much as he could, Motto couldn’t decide which was worse and shifted his attention back and forth rapidly.
Although Dmitri found this amusing his cold grin never changed. The blonde simply stood as he was and watched the raven’s situation with interest. Just who was this annoying moron? He seemed rather unintelligent and weak..just how did he repel the death pulse back at the castle? Surely this fool hadn’t broken into the facility on his own… no. There was something about this idiot worth learning, but Dmitri’s disappointment on losing Uniel was still fresh. The temptation to soothe himself with a nice little torture session was strong. The mere thought caused a faint shift in the blonde’s aura and the caged Hunter reacted instantly.
“HEY! HEY MAN! I DON’T…! DON’T DO THAT THING YOU’RE DOING!”
Motto’s color was draining quickly as he hollered; it was clear that some shit was about to go down and he wasn’t ready. If it was one thing that Motto really hated, it was feeling weak. Anger took over, and his features darkened. Fists balled up and he stepped forward, the shriveled hand partially under his foot.
“You know what? This is bullshit. I don’t care who you are.”
The Hunter growled, “I’m not some kinda ..whatever that guy is.”
A brief glace at the cell next door confirmed that the other prisoner was still snacking on his own discolored flesh. “Where’s the girl? Tell me. As soon as I find her, I’m out of here.”
The hand twitched in response to Motto’s sentiments, and everything around him distorted temporarily. One moment he was glaring at the creepy guy in the suit, the next.. he was treading water in middle of a lake in Kakin. He never made a third “wish”. The Golden Hand had dropped to the lake’s bottom shortly after the relocation, and was eaten by an oversized catfish.