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It's a normal day as it always is till a whimpering plea alerts his pink ears. Then there's crying and he realizes that the voice belongs to that of a child. The second he realizes the sounds are coming from the nearest alleyway does he immediately rush towards it.
Despite the enclosed area being shrouded in the shadows of nearby buildings, Max is able to make out two figures at the back. The larger of the two is a hedgehog resembling a familiar one in his life, though with much darker fur in a teal shade, but there's no mistaking the horror-esque eyes and the blood leaking out of them. Pinned against the wall in front of the mysterious hedgehog is a small Mobian girl looking to have numerous cuts and bruises on her body with her outfit torn up. The expression of terror and ever flowing tears from her stirs dread in the pit of his stomach. Her timid little voice cries out in desperation asking to be let go, to leave her alone, and crying for her parents. That’s all it takes for Max to slip off his inhibitors into his pockets. That overwhelming sensation to feed, feed, FEED consumes him as his eyes burn up into a fiery red. He did sense a powerful disgusting tasty life force the moment he stepped into the alleyway, and it just so happened to reek off that vile creature.
In a flash, the pink male charges forward slamming the other hedgehog’s body into the wall in front of him using one of his hands to put a bone crushing pressure on the wrist holding up the little girl. The little girl falls straight to the ground letting out a yelp of pain. “RUN! GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!” Max yells at her.
“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Is the scream of pain hollered in his ear from the other hedgehog.
At first the little girl is paralyzed in fear, unable to move as demanded, and as much as Max hated yelling at a child, he repeats what he said to her. That must have finally awoken a greater fear to get out of there because she ends up getting up on shaky legs before high tailing it out of there.
“You’re going to PAY for that!!” Screams the hedgehog kicking Max square in the stomach knocking him off of him. In Max’s disoriented state he doesn’t have time to react as the other is already on top of him throwing punches and kicks anywhere he can strike on Max’s body. Little does he realize that it’s hardly doing much to the pink male. A crazed toothy grin spreads so widely across his muzzle that his cheeks sting. Not going down easily only seems to enrage the dark teal hedgehog. When he attempts to punch that smile off of Max’s face, does a hand raise up to block it. A yell is let out as he tries to pull his fist back, but the fingers holding onto it dig into it grasping it tighter.
Earlier when Max had removed his inhibitors his striped hair quills grew rapidly reaching down past his backside. Every single one of them lashes out at the other male snaking around his shoulders, neck, and around his head lifting him off the ground and high into the air.
This doesn’t deter him. He only screams and curses at Max more, throwing all sorts of threats of harm and death at him. When he fails to break free of the tentaquills he tries to brute force his way out of them. Clawed hands start ripping into flesh leaving deep bloody gashes. There is an underlying searing hot pain underneath, but is ignored by the insistent need to feed, feed, FEED! Max’s entire mouth hurts from how he just keeps smiling up at the man struggling in his grasp. “I wish I didn’t need to touch you to drain your scummy ass DRY!!”
An expression of utter panic appears on the other’s face at the realization that he isn’t going to break free and is on the verge of death. It’s subtle at first, but as the tentaquills tightened around his neck squeezing the oxygen out of him, he went from feeling a touch worn out to full on exhaustion! It dawns on him that he’s losing vitality at an alarming rate! His words come out breathlessly as he struggles to talk upon being barely able to breathe. He tries to beg for mercy. For his life. They fall on deaf ears as red flares across Max’s vision, and the tentaquills squeeze his wind pipes harder. Claws leave bloody scratch marks as they attempt again to pry the tentaquills from around his neck. When clawing isn’t working, they started smacking them instead. They never let up. Eventually, they lose the strength to hold onto them slipping down and dangling alongside his entire body helplessly. With the last of his strength, he lets out a piercing agonizing shriek before his form shrivels up into a dry husk! When he is nothing but a lifeless corpse, Max’s tentaquills finally relinquish their hold on the body allowing it to drop to the ground.
Max’s own body twitches and wobbles as he falls to his knees. His vision is swimming and blackness is pulsating along the outer rim. Around him he can feel the pull of other’s auras, and the roaring of feed, feed, FEED tries to block out everything else. It’s a struggle to get his hands into his pockets so he can reach his inhibitors. I need to get home. I need to get home. I NEED TO GET HOME!! Mentally he’s fighting an uphill battle trying to push down that never ending hunger and the urge to pass out so he can visualize and use his only means to escape home. He feels tears collect in his eyes and stream down his cheeks. Please… I need to get home…!
Max practically ragdolls onto the floor when he is barely able to teleport into his living room. Fingers are clumsy as they shove themselves into his pockets in a desperate attempt to get his inhibitors back on. A wave of exhaustion washes over him, and his entire body aches in the aftermath of the violent attack on it. Eyelids clench as he chokes back nausea. A seething groan hisses between clenching teeth upon feeling a burning ache in almost all of his now shrunken tentaquills. The urge to feed has quieted down to that of a whisper in the back of his mind. That is all he registers before everything went black…