They smelled the air carefully.
The scales had tipped and he had done it, he had finally done it.
They eyed him with curiosity and patience as he fell, gasping and retching against the brick of the alleyway. His arms still continued to thrum with energy, although now there was a dull ache forming in the wrist. Desperately scraping nail-and-skin against stone, he drags his screaming neurons further from the body laying in all manners of fluid behind him.
Shuddering & spasming, he turns the corner…never once aware of his surroundings. They pull him down to the ground like magnets on iron.
Wrapping long, slender, inhuman fingers around his body.
His skin is melting, blisterless, wet & putrid.
The night sky remains silent.