Monster:Alice felt sick seeing the arm laying on the ground, blood pouring quickly from the open area where Tim’s arm would meet his chest cavity. She was fighting back a wave of nausea. Her mind was being rattled by the wave of intensity and almost enjoyment she was getting from Arkyn. He enjoyed hurting Tim. Her hand went to her mark, almost regretting it for a moment. “Hey are you ok?” Garold said quietly to her, watching her carefully.“Yes.” She nodded, choking back the bile creeping up her throat. “Are you hurt?” Garold said going to touch her forearm, his own hand covered in blood.“No I am not hurt-” Alice said then winced as another loud scream and crack was heard.Bone scraping and cracking from bone, skin ripping noises filled her head. She shut her eyes tight trying to block it out. Garold realized quickly what was happening. He needed to distract her.“Hey can you look at my arm? I think you might have nicked something.” Garold said, trying to get her to focus on anyth
Ghost: The tires grinding into the ground filled the car. The ride home was painfully silent. Arkyn had attempted to reach out and touch her during the car ride but she pressed herself into the door. He frowned deeply but then realized quickly he was still covered in Tim’s blood. He allowed her space due to that simple fact alone. Conan was whimpering inside of him upset that she was angry with them. Arkyn kept noticing Garold’s eyes in the rearview Garold kept looking back at Alice guilt flooding his face. She pretended that they both didn't exist. Alice’s eyes planted firmly out the window. He wanted to know what she was thinking. He studied her but there was nothing. No sign, no indications of what was going on in her head. He couldn't feel anything ethier. It was a lie she had found a way to completely block everything out. She was not giving anything away, locking up everything inside of her. Another flicker of guilt looks from the rearview mirror. Arkyn growled quietly and fou
Enemies:The world was quiet, soundless. The noise inside his head was loud, screaming at him. He was restless, his thoughts relentless. What was taking James so long? Why hasn't he got his plans together? One question spun over into another. Jonah found himself pacing the length of his bedroom. The floor not even making a creak as he wore away its hardwood surface. It was the middle of the night and he couldn't sleep. He ran his fingers through his blond hair frustrated. Arkyn gathering was one day away and James had yet to make moves. Jonah doubted Stonewall was really with James, they have been on the fence since James had someone from his pack first approach them and he knew this simply by having his own investigation. James on the other hand thought for sure they were with him. Jonah didn't bother to burst his bubble. He neededJames to think he was invincible. He needed him to keep the same energy and attitude he had. He had never seen war or death. He was young and naive. Mud
Change of Plans:James crunched the piece of note paper in his hand. His body shaking as anger coursed through him. The note paper burning a hole in his hand. He clenched his jaw trying to control himself. He squeezed his fist tighter and tighter. His first instinct was to rip the paper in shreds. He needed the paper though. His next was to put his fist through the wall. The urge won. James fist went slamming into his bedroom wall. He didn't even feel the drywall as it buckled and broke. His hand crashed through it effortlessly. He felt his knuckles crunch as it hit something past the drywall. The wood splints from the support beam scraping against his skin. His knuckles split and bleeding. He didn't feel any of it, his adrenaline so high that not one ounce of pain came through. All he felt was rage. Pulling his fist out of the wall he looked at the paper. Stonewall had been leading him on. They were not backing him. Coward bastards. It infuriated him that so many were so afraid of
Pain:The rush of cold air hit Alice as Arkyn held the door open to the courtyard. The air caused goosebumps to spread across her arms but it was refreshing. The excitement in her at having the mark removed was over ruling any discomfort the cold was causing. The sky was dark and stars freckled about the sky. The moon is bright and white, glowing across the courtyard. The moon was the only other source of light other than the light from the fire in the center of the yard.. The amber glow shines brightly making the whole area look cozy. She spotted Njar standing by the fire tending to it as they began walking towards it. Her steps were quicker than Arkyn’s as if he was dragging his feet. She ignored it, she could feel what he was feeling and she powered through it. She didn't need to focus on how worried he was. She glanced down at the 523 on her arm. A small smile formed on her face knowing it was about to be gone. “Alpha what am I going to need to bring?’” Bo’s voice came through a
Dress:They laid there in the silence of the world. Arkyn had pulled her close as she laid there looking at the stars. She curled into him the warmth from his body making her feel better. Arkyn held her hand tightly never letting go in fear she would feel the slightest amount of pain. He looked over to her, her eyes studying the stars. He watched the goosebumps speckle up her arm. He frowned slightly seeing it. He glanced over to her arm and saw that Bo had bandaged it. Bo and Njar had left shortly after leaving them alone in the courtyard. Bo had used a blue bandage as if he knew that was Alice’s favorite color. “We should get you inside.” Arkyn said quietly to her, watching her arm carefully.“We can't stay for two more minutes.” Alice smirked, resting her head onto his chest. “No you're not hurting because of me and you're getting cold.” Arkyn grumbled softly.“You know, you're really no fun.” Alice smirked at him , teasing him as he heard him scoff."No fun?” He asked, raising
Betrayal: Krisen laughed standing up as she wore Alice’s face. She needed to act quickly, she knew her magic was only good for so long. She needed to make a show of this, needed to have Arkyn catch Alice in the act with someone. Someone that was important to both of them. Arkyn’s best friend Arkyns right hand. That would be devastating. She never liked Garold anyways. She needed to get the real Alice out of here first.“Jerome. Come to Alice’s room now.” Kristen was already ahead of the game and had put a little spell on one of the guards. Jerome was big and strong and could easily carry Alice out. Kristen looked down at Alice’s body. She almost wished that she could kill her but she had made a pact with James to keep her alive. He better be in position to take her away. She would make sure he would suffer endlessly if he didn't hold up his end of the bargain. A small knock on the door happened and Kirsten went to it. Jerome was standing there, eyes slightly glossed over as he waite
Pretend:“What's wrong with you?” Arkyn snapped his hand still on Garold's throat as he pressed him further back into the wall. The reaction was purely a way to offset the rage coming off of Conan. He had to do something to keep him at bay. Everything in him was screaming to rip Garold’s throat out and leave him bleeding out on the floor without a second glance. There was something not right. He kept picking up on it. Garold did not respond, His eyes went wide as if he wanted to respond to Arkyn but couldn't. Arkyn dropped his hand away from his throat. It took a huge effort but he kept repeating in his head to stop. His mind kept going back to Kristen. Did he make up for her having one golden eye and then the flash of black hair. He stepped back away from Garold letting out a small breath trying to calm himself down. He studied him as he tried to slow his breathing. Garold stood there still, his pants and underwear still down around his ankles. He was not moving, Anyone in their ri