Post by Murmur Reeve on Oct 7, 2015 22:10:38 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down
The kind of dark that haunts a hundred year old house
Then something happened. The boy was... smiling. Murmur narrowed his eyes as he continued to stare at him, then looked down for a moment as Pan's hands locked onto his wrists. It was with a force he wasn't expecting, but he didn't dare let any of the discomfort show on his face as he looked back up with that same, cold look in his eyes.
He listened to the guy, and a smile formed on his own face. It didn't leave, not even when he got pushed back. He didn't even fight it though the things he was saying made him want to rip out his vocal cords. "There's the Pan I know."
With a smirk and caught his footing again and started running at Pan, arms out when he reached him, attempting to tackle him to the floor. Then he shoved his hands hard against his shoulders to hold him there. "You listen here, you shit. You are not taking me back there. No one is taking me back there. I will not let them hurt me again."
Murmur reached for the back of his belt, feeling cold metal against his fingers as he pulled the knife he had jacked from the now dead bum in the dumpster outside. He brought it up to the front and hit the button, causing the blade to make a clinking sound as flipped out of the side of the handle. He twitched slightly, but bit the inside of his cheek hard in attempts to keep himself from spacing again. He put the knife against his neck. "I don't want to kill you, Pan. You're useful, and I kind of appreciate your work. Don't make me hurt you. Don't try and take me back." He knew he wouldn't understand what he was saying, but something inside of him wasn't allowing himself to stop from saying it. Everything in his brain was such a jumbled mess that his amount of control was extremely limited.
He listened to the guy, and a smile formed on his own face. It didn't leave, not even when he got pushed back. He didn't even fight it though the things he was saying made him want to rip out his vocal cords. "There's the Pan I know."
With a smirk and caught his footing again and started running at Pan, arms out when he reached him, attempting to tackle him to the floor. Then he shoved his hands hard against his shoulders to hold him there. "You listen here, you shit. You are not taking me back there. No one is taking me back there. I will not let them hurt me again."
Murmur reached for the back of his belt, feeling cold metal against his fingers as he pulled the knife he had jacked from the now dead bum in the dumpster outside. He brought it up to the front and hit the button, causing the blade to make a clinking sound as flipped out of the side of the handle. He twitched slightly, but bit the inside of his cheek hard in attempts to keep himself from spacing again. He put the knife against his neck. "I don't want to kill you, Pan. You're useful, and I kind of appreciate your work. Don't make me hurt you. Don't try and take me back." He knew he wouldn't understand what he was saying, but something inside of him wasn't allowing himself to stop from saying it. Everything in his brain was such a jumbled mess that his amount of control was extremely limited.
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