[ He can't feel it. Whatever part of him is still in there and thinking and fucking holy water, Sypha. He gave you holy water. Use it! can't feel it. It can feel the aftereffects of the turning but the kick, the kick is nothing.
Or not quite nothing. It does send him flying , out through the door of the lab and into the hallway beyond it. The door of the opposite room snaps off its hinges with the impact of Trevor slamming against it. He can barely feel that, either. It's amazing, just how little pain there is, as if there can be none after the turning, and it would be so, so easy to get caught up in that, to let the painless, horrible survival lead him completely.
He doesn't. He still struggles against it. But it's useless. A low growl rumbles in his throat as he lands on all fours, claws scraping into the stone floor before he charges again, Alucard now the closer target. ]
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Or not quite nothing. It does send him flying , out through the door of the lab and into the hallway beyond it. The door of the opposite room snaps off its hinges with the impact of Trevor slamming against it. He can barely feel that, either. It's amazing, just how little pain there is, as if there can be none after the turning, and it would be so, so easy to get caught up in that, to let the painless, horrible survival lead him completely.
He doesn't. He still struggles against it. But it's useless. A low growl rumbles in his throat as he lands on all fours, claws scraping into the stone floor before he charges again, Alucard now the closer target. ]