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Fantasy Apocalypse (FaithWynters and goldcat)
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FaithWynters
The Cuppycakecreep
The rain hadn’t seemed to stop since the night before. With the sun lowering beneath the horizon, the clouds over head turned dark and soon, the rain that fell was accompanied by the quiet rumble of thunder and lightning in the distance. In the darkness, the rain continued steadily, until the sun began to rise once again. Behind the clouds, there was no reprieve from the darkness that loomed overhead for the longest of times.
It was about three o’clock—what should have been the hottest part of the day. While the clouds seemed only to be a little lighter gray than they had been at dawn and gloomy light was shed across the city, the cool air the rain brought was welcome. The rain now had become a light sprinkle across the unlit buildings, empty streets, and abandoned cars that seemed to be the norm for the times now. Anyone that was caught in the night’s downpour could easily be assumed dead, infected, or injured. It was a miracle if they had survived; all had learned the harsh rules of this world and led lives abiding by them or died breaking them.
The small grocery store sat, tucked in between large and small buildings alike. It’s unlit sign alerted any passing by that “Wright’s Gr cery” was open for business and ready to make profit. Inside, patrons could purchase a wide assortment of “ roceries” including “Fresh Frui”, “Han C Meat”, and “ undries”. From the outside, the building looked pillaged enough that it wasn’t truly worth it for any to go inside. The dark rust colored brick the building was made out of hid the small splatter’s of blood that had come with the storm of fear and Chaos this city had been in.
From the inside, a girl looked out across the parking lot of the small store, watching the rain drizzle almost precariously down the front of the store’s awning and through it’s only hole, forming a puddle just outside of one of the main doors. With a quiet sigh, the girl reached up and pushed her chocolate brown hair out of her face. The rain didn’t seem to be stopping any time soon.
With the sound of shuffling behind her, the girl turned to see which of the four others had decided to invade her privacy. Her eyes met those of the youngest in the group. Being only eighteen, Marcus was the smallest and possibly quietest out of the group, his chocolate brown eyes hiding any essence of evil that might lay behind them. While there was quite the number of malice thoughts running through the boy’s mind, he would never let it show to the others and especially not to the beautiful girl he was now standing in front of him. He gave her a soft smile, his eyes falling to the ground after a moment of silence.
“Suzanne says that it’s your turn to watch him” The words escaped his lips in a soft tone, and before she could respond or ask any questions, the boy had turned and retreated.
For a moment, it didn’t occur to Mira who ‘him’ was and why she was watching him. She watched the figure disappear, confused as she turned the thoughts over in her mind. She had been with these people less than twenty-four hours. The rain and looming darkness caused her to seek refuge in a broken down little grocery store for the night in order to maintain safety. It was to Mira’s surprise to find a group of five within its walls. Four seemed normal enough. All seemed to range in age and personality, almost as if they had become friends only after hell had broken loose. The fifth, however, was different. He had been caught stealing or something—Mira hadn’t been particularly listening—and been locked up to keep from taking anything and as punishment. It seemed that they took turns watching over him to make sure that he didn’t escape. It was very strange (and almost cruel) of them to perform such an act on an individual for stealing something, but Mira would not complain. Once it was dawn again, she would thank the group kindly for their hospitality, take her things, and escape back into the city in search of food, water, and shelter. She much preferred being alone where she didn’t have to think about the strange things that others did to one another.
The girl had made it into the back area of the store. This is where the group had taken up shop. They slept, ate, and talked quietly amongst themselves back here, each one seemingly more talkative than the next. She shook her head as she made her way past the area, set up with blankets to sleep on, and towards the back room.
This man was housed in a meat locker void of electricity and the cool that came with it. The absence of all meat accept for the man seemed a little bit ironic to Mira, but she didn’t question this. She wasn’t looking forward to her service that had been deemed a necessary trade for the shelter they provided her with. She wasn’t one to enjoy tight spaces, and the meat locker was only large enough for a small pallet they had set up for the man (she didn’t even know his name), a chair, a small table, and a large light in the corner. This left about two feet in between the chair and the place in which the being was chained. The longer she thought about it, the more uncomfortable she became about the whole situation. She stood there, looking the door over for a moment before gripping the handle and pulling the door open. There would be another sitting in the chair when she entered and she was to take his place.
It was about three o’clock—what should have been the hottest part of the day. While the clouds seemed only to be a little lighter gray than they had been at dawn and gloomy light was shed across the city, the cool air the rain brought was welcome. The rain now had become a light sprinkle across the unlit buildings, empty streets, and abandoned cars that seemed to be the norm for the times now. Anyone that was caught in the night’s downpour could easily be assumed dead, infected, or injured. It was a miracle if they had survived; all had learned the harsh rules of this world and led lives abiding by them or died breaking them.
The small grocery store sat, tucked in between large and small buildings alike. It’s unlit sign alerted any passing by that “Wright’s Gr cery” was open for business and ready to make profit. Inside, patrons could purchase a wide assortment of “ roceries” including “Fresh Frui”, “Han C Meat”, and “ undries”. From the outside, the building looked pillaged enough that it wasn’t truly worth it for any to go inside. The dark rust colored brick the building was made out of hid the small splatter’s of blood that had come with the storm of fear and Chaos this city had been in.
From the inside, a girl looked out across the parking lot of the small store, watching the rain drizzle almost precariously down the front of the store’s awning and through it’s only hole, forming a puddle just outside of one of the main doors. With a quiet sigh, the girl reached up and pushed her chocolate brown hair out of her face. The rain didn’t seem to be stopping any time soon.
With the sound of shuffling behind her, the girl turned to see which of the four others had decided to invade her privacy. Her eyes met those of the youngest in the group. Being only eighteen, Marcus was the smallest and possibly quietest out of the group, his chocolate brown eyes hiding any essence of evil that might lay behind them. While there was quite the number of malice thoughts running through the boy’s mind, he would never let it show to the others and especially not to the beautiful girl he was now standing in front of him. He gave her a soft smile, his eyes falling to the ground after a moment of silence.
“Suzanne says that it’s your turn to watch him” The words escaped his lips in a soft tone, and before she could respond or ask any questions, the boy had turned and retreated.
For a moment, it didn’t occur to Mira who ‘him’ was and why she was watching him. She watched the figure disappear, confused as she turned the thoughts over in her mind. She had been with these people less than twenty-four hours. The rain and looming darkness caused her to seek refuge in a broken down little grocery store for the night in order to maintain safety. It was to Mira’s surprise to find a group of five within its walls. Four seemed normal enough. All seemed to range in age and personality, almost as if they had become friends only after hell had broken loose. The fifth, however, was different. He had been caught stealing or something—Mira hadn’t been particularly listening—and been locked up to keep from taking anything and as punishment. It seemed that they took turns watching over him to make sure that he didn’t escape. It was very strange (and almost cruel) of them to perform such an act on an individual for stealing something, but Mira would not complain. Once it was dawn again, she would thank the group kindly for their hospitality, take her things, and escape back into the city in search of food, water, and shelter. She much preferred being alone where she didn’t have to think about the strange things that others did to one another.
The girl had made it into the back area of the store. This is where the group had taken up shop. They slept, ate, and talked quietly amongst themselves back here, each one seemingly more talkative than the next. She shook her head as she made her way past the area, set up with blankets to sleep on, and towards the back room.
This man was housed in a meat locker void of electricity and the cool that came with it. The absence of all meat accept for the man seemed a little bit ironic to Mira, but she didn’t question this. She wasn’t looking forward to her service that had been deemed a necessary trade for the shelter they provided her with. She wasn’t one to enjoy tight spaces, and the meat locker was only large enough for a small pallet they had set up for the man (she didn’t even know his name), a chair, a small table, and a large light in the corner. This left about two feet in between the chair and the place in which the being was chained. The longer she thought about it, the more uncomfortable she became about the whole situation. She stood there, looking the door over for a moment before gripping the handle and pulling the door open. There would be another sitting in the chair when she entered and she was to take his place.
goldcat16471
=^.^=
Denny just smirked at the person as they watched. He did this to all of them. He stared at them the whole time, successfully unsettling them. He was caught stealing food. And for that, they tied him up. Marcus, Suzanne, and the other two whose names he couldn't care less about. He hated them. Then again... Denny sorted hated all humans. He wasn't any natural human himself. However, he wasn't infected either. He was different. He was something many others had no clue about. He was a demon. Denny, or Denizio as his demon form went by, used to have his throne and rule part of the Earth, until he made a grave mistake.
His strong hate for humans had brought him to create a terrible plague. A plague that infected a human mind, and turned them basically into a rabid animal. It was highly dangerous, and contagious to others if they got bitten. No one knew of a cure. Not even the creator himself. For this, the other demons forced him to down to Earth and live the rest of his life, as a human. Denny was to live in his own created hell.
These thoughts geared through his mind everyday he was on Earth. Denny had no idea if there would be a way to redeem himself. So far, the chance of that seemed very slim. Not likely whatsoever. Demons, after all, weren't very forgiving creatures. So the past few months Denny had been trying to adjust to his new life. He had both demon needs, and humans needs now. Sustaining both, proved to actually be quite difficult alone. Finally he found out, kidnapping humans, stealing their supplies, and feeding on their emotions would work. However, after a while Denny used up their supplies, and the human would die on him, or he would get angry and kill them. Sometimes... He had a bit of a self control problem... So Denny continuously had to find new humans.
This could be nearly impossible at times. A couple weeks could go by before he could find another human to torment. Or else, he found a human, but they ended up becoming infected, and they tried to kill him. Denny was still a demon, so he wasn't too worried about becoming infected. He was strong enough with his powers. Sooner or later, though, Denny became aggravated from the repetitiveness of his method. He had to find something new to do. So, he found a group of humans. And for once... He tried to 'befriend' them. He acted like he was their friend. He stuck alongside with them, and battled infected with them. At the end of the day, however, he would steal their food, and feed on their nightmares. Truthfully, he was a very bad friend.
So he understood. He really couldn't blame them for chaining him up. But the hatred continued, and he showed them that, through his evil smirks. The one who was watching him, shifted uncomfortably as Denny stared. Denny did not attempt to plead them to let him go. Or to taunt them either. His smirks did the taunting well enough. Sure, he wanted to escape. But humans were stupid to him, and there wasn't any reasoning with them. Then again, there wasn't any reasoning with demons either. Stupid. Denny thought to himself.
Suddenly, the door opened, meaning the watcher was to be replaced. Denny was excited to unsettle the next one with his smirks. Then when he glanced up at the girl, he realized she was not a part of the group. Was she new? Did she join this lame excuse for a group? Or were they possibly going to tie her up to? Denny doubted the last possibility. The girl wouldn't have came in here willingly if they were. However, humans were stupid, so you never know. At least that's what Denny thought. Then the other watcher stood and looked at the girl. She was about to take his place. She was going to be his new watcher. Denny was going to smirk and unsettle her too, but then a new thought came to his mind. If she was new, he could possibly convince her, that he was innocent. Maybe she'd untie him and let him go free. Or at least give him food to settle his human needs.
Denny watched the girl slightly, as the other watcher turned to leave. He wasn't glaring or smirking. More or less, just eying her cautiously.
His strong hate for humans had brought him to create a terrible plague. A plague that infected a human mind, and turned them basically into a rabid animal. It was highly dangerous, and contagious to others if they got bitten. No one knew of a cure. Not even the creator himself. For this, the other demons forced him to down to Earth and live the rest of his life, as a human. Denny was to live in his own created hell.
These thoughts geared through his mind everyday he was on Earth. Denny had no idea if there would be a way to redeem himself. So far, the chance of that seemed very slim. Not likely whatsoever. Demons, after all, weren't very forgiving creatures. So the past few months Denny had been trying to adjust to his new life. He had both demon needs, and humans needs now. Sustaining both, proved to actually be quite difficult alone. Finally he found out, kidnapping humans, stealing their supplies, and feeding on their emotions would work. However, after a while Denny used up their supplies, and the human would die on him, or he would get angry and kill them. Sometimes... He had a bit of a self control problem... So Denny continuously had to find new humans.
This could be nearly impossible at times. A couple weeks could go by before he could find another human to torment. Or else, he found a human, but they ended up becoming infected, and they tried to kill him. Denny was still a demon, so he wasn't too worried about becoming infected. He was strong enough with his powers. Sooner or later, though, Denny became aggravated from the repetitiveness of his method. He had to find something new to do. So, he found a group of humans. And for once... He tried to 'befriend' them. He acted like he was their friend. He stuck alongside with them, and battled infected with them. At the end of the day, however, he would steal their food, and feed on their nightmares. Truthfully, he was a very bad friend.
So he understood. He really couldn't blame them for chaining him up. But the hatred continued, and he showed them that, through his evil smirks. The one who was watching him, shifted uncomfortably as Denny stared. Denny did not attempt to plead them to let him go. Or to taunt them either. His smirks did the taunting well enough. Sure, he wanted to escape. But humans were stupid to him, and there wasn't any reasoning with them. Then again, there wasn't any reasoning with demons either. Stupid. Denny thought to himself.
Suddenly, the door opened, meaning the watcher was to be replaced. Denny was excited to unsettle the next one with his smirks. Then when he glanced up at the girl, he realized she was not a part of the group. Was she new? Did she join this lame excuse for a group? Or were they possibly going to tie her up to? Denny doubted the last possibility. The girl wouldn't have came in here willingly if they were. However, humans were stupid, so you never know. At least that's what Denny thought. Then the other watcher stood and looked at the girl. She was about to take his place. She was going to be his new watcher. Denny was going to smirk and unsettle her too, but then a new thought came to his mind. If she was new, he could possibly convince her, that he was innocent. Maybe she'd untie him and let him go free. Or at least give him food to settle his human needs.
Denny watched the girl slightly, as the other watcher turned to leave. He wasn't glaring or smirking. More or less, just eying her cautiously.
FaithWynters
The Cuppycakecreep
For what seemed like the longest of times, the girl stared silently into the locker, not wanting to step past its metal doorframe. The thought of being in a closed space was much more frightening than the man inside; she didn’t want to be trapped.
Inside, there was movement, and Mira could hear someone talking. It took her a moment, but she soon forced herself through the doorway into the confined space. The first thing she noticed was the stuffiness of the room. That was expected from a box with no windows and a single door.There were two men inside of the room when she stopped walking. The one sitting in the chair had the name of Eryk. He had short blonde hair and a face that always seemed angry. He had been the least hospitable to her, but she didn’t truly care about hospitalities. Dark circles wrapped around his eyes after such a long time on watch—this was probably the reason Mira had been called to duty.
She noted that he looked very awkward in the small room with the man. She wondered if they might talk quietly amongst themselves when they were alone. Was that allowed? No one had told her what was and wasn't allowed. From the look of his posture, the man was uncomfortable and wanted to be out of the room as soon as possible.
“Don’t do anything stupid” The man warned, his deep voice as threatening as it could possibly be in the condition he was in. The man rose from the chair, turned toward Mira, gave her a smile, and walked through the exit of the locker. She let out a quiet huff of air; he could have given her some instruction on what to do or why he was here. Instead, he just left her alone with this man who seemed as nonchalant about his captivity as he could be.
She tilted her head to the side a moment, almost as a cat does when it's curious about something,watching him. She looked over his features and tried to determine whether or not this boy was just trying to set up a rouse with her. He didn't look to be the horrible person that the others treated him to be. It was a big deal that he stole food, but was it this big of a deal? She didn't think it was, but it wasn't her place to determine whether he was innocent or guilty. She would pay off her debt and leave; simple as that.
She couldn’t determine if the man was as bad as they acted in the few seconds she watched him. She leaned back in the chair, crossed one leg over the other, and gave him the smallest of smiles, hoping to try and lighten the darkening mood that seemed to be pulling over the room. She heard the door close behind her and she swallowed hard. That noise sealed her fate.
"Hi, I'm Mira" The words stumbled awkwardly out of her mouth. She didn't know if it was acceptable to talk to him, but it would be much better if this experience was as pleasant as possible for her. She kept the smile as best she could, but she couldn't help letting her gaze cast down to her knees where she pulled her backpack from her back to rest. She could feel a heat begin to crawl across her cheeks and she willed the feeling to go away.
Inside, there was movement, and Mira could hear someone talking. It took her a moment, but she soon forced herself through the doorway into the confined space. The first thing she noticed was the stuffiness of the room. That was expected from a box with no windows and a single door.There were two men inside of the room when she stopped walking. The one sitting in the chair had the name of Eryk. He had short blonde hair and a face that always seemed angry. He had been the least hospitable to her, but she didn’t truly care about hospitalities. Dark circles wrapped around his eyes after such a long time on watch—this was probably the reason Mira had been called to duty.
She noted that he looked very awkward in the small room with the man. She wondered if they might talk quietly amongst themselves when they were alone. Was that allowed? No one had told her what was and wasn't allowed. From the look of his posture, the man was uncomfortable and wanted to be out of the room as soon as possible.
“Don’t do anything stupid” The man warned, his deep voice as threatening as it could possibly be in the condition he was in. The man rose from the chair, turned toward Mira, gave her a smile, and walked through the exit of the locker. She let out a quiet huff of air; he could have given her some instruction on what to do or why he was here. Instead, he just left her alone with this man who seemed as nonchalant about his captivity as he could be.
She tilted her head to the side a moment, almost as a cat does when it's curious about something,watching him. She looked over his features and tried to determine whether or not this boy was just trying to set up a rouse with her. He didn't look to be the horrible person that the others treated him to be. It was a big deal that he stole food, but was it this big of a deal? She didn't think it was, but it wasn't her place to determine whether he was innocent or guilty. She would pay off her debt and leave; simple as that.
She couldn’t determine if the man was as bad as they acted in the few seconds she watched him. She leaned back in the chair, crossed one leg over the other, and gave him the smallest of smiles, hoping to try and lighten the darkening mood that seemed to be pulling over the room. She heard the door close behind her and she swallowed hard. That noise sealed her fate.
"Hi, I'm Mira" The words stumbled awkwardly out of her mouth. She didn't know if it was acceptable to talk to him, but it would be much better if this experience was as pleasant as possible for her. She kept the smile as best she could, but she couldn't help letting her gaze cast down to her knees where she pulled her backpack from her back to rest. She could feel a heat begin to crawl across her cheeks and she willed the feeling to go away.
goldcat16471
=^.^=
Denny studied the girl just liked she studied him. She was pretty, he'd give her that. Also, she seemed innocent and naive, the perfect person to help him escape or he could manipulate her to give him food. He wasn't for sure though, and Denny would definitely approach this with caution. The door closed, and the girl sat down into her chair. Denny was surprised to see a small smile show from the girl. He looked at her even more cautious. That was the first smile he had seen since he was tied up.
He was even more surprised when the girl- Mira- Spoke her name. That was also the first time someone really spoke something the least bit nice to him. Usually it was either a: "Cut it out." from his staring, or: "This was your fault..." Just cause they felt the tiniest bit bad watching him starve. Denny didn't really care though. He didn't care if they liked him or not, because he hated of all them. Still, he gave the girl the tiniest smile back, and there was a small hint of mischievousness in his eye.
"Hello Mira..." He spoke to her. "I'm Denny." He noticed the girl was heating up in the face- blushing- and he was resisted the urge to chuckle. "No need to be shy Mira." He said. It wasn't in a creepy tone, but it wasn't in a kind tone either. Denny watched her like he did to the others, but he didn't have the nonchalant smirk on his face now. His face showed more of a... Curious look. Denny never met the girl. He wondered where she came and how she ended up with this group. More importantly why? He held an even stronger dislike for these certain people within the group than for any other human he came across.
Denny felt fear coming off the girl, and craved to feed on it, but resisted. "You're afraid. Of what? Me? Or... Or maybe just being in this small room?" He asked her.
He was even more surprised when the girl- Mira- Spoke her name. That was also the first time someone really spoke something the least bit nice to him. Usually it was either a: "Cut it out." from his staring, or: "This was your fault..." Just cause they felt the tiniest bit bad watching him starve. Denny didn't really care though. He didn't care if they liked him or not, because he hated of all them. Still, he gave the girl the tiniest smile back, and there was a small hint of mischievousness in his eye.
"Hello Mira..." He spoke to her. "I'm Denny." He noticed the girl was heating up in the face- blushing- and he was resisted the urge to chuckle. "No need to be shy Mira." He said. It wasn't in a creepy tone, but it wasn't in a kind tone either. Denny watched her like he did to the others, but he didn't have the nonchalant smirk on his face now. His face showed more of a... Curious look. Denny never met the girl. He wondered where she came and how she ended up with this group. More importantly why? He held an even stronger dislike for these certain people within the group than for any other human he came across.
Denny felt fear coming off the girl, and craved to feed on it, but resisted. "You're afraid. Of what? Me? Or... Or maybe just being in this small room?" He asked her.
FaithWynters
The Cuppycakecreep
She wasn't sure what to think of the boy that now looked curiously at her. Mira had never seen him before this time. She has been warned of him over dinner the night before. They spoke him not only as a criminal, but as some sort of monster himself. He was bitter towards them and often it seemed that they resulted in insults and violence toward him. And they were starving him. That was just cruel. She didn't want to think about them being violent, especially since it seemed like he was already locked up. What the harm in just leaving them there? She felt they were over reacting, but they wouldn't risk saying that to them.
She couldn't pull her eyes away from him as much as she told herself she needed to. He was very curious, and for a moment, a silence spread across the room and pulled a chill up her spine. She pulled her backpack off of her legs and readjusted it in her lap and looking away from him for the slightest moment. He had begun to speak, quietly to her now. He was…abnormally pleasant towards her and she wasn’t sure if that was because she was being nice or because he saw her nice words as a weakness.
She was still flushing even though he told her she didn’t have to be shy. She was still uncomfortable in here. The walls were too close and it almost felt like they were getting closer. The only thing that was making it bearable was his calm voice. Then, he noticed the fear. Big mistake.
"It might be better if you are just quiet" Her voice came out a lot weaker than she had expected it to, but she tried to not let it show on her face. She didn’t want to put a dampener on this new relationship. She didn’t want to be mean, but she didn’t want him to see the fear. The flush remained on her cheeks. She was sure the man could tell that she was still uncomfortable, and she wondered for a moment if him talking was to get her mind going.
“I-I have a problem with feeling like I have no way out.” She looked up from where her eyes had fallen from the print of her backpack to his form again. She watched him in silence for a moment before she motioned toward the door. "What if they lock me in here too?" This question was much stronger than what she thought that it would have come out, but she was grateful that her voice was stronger now. "They say you're a thief…What if they don’t trust me and-and they keep me in here." She wasn't sure if what she had said even made sense. It made sense to her, and she could feel the slight hitch in her breath. She closed her eyes and took in one slow deep breath. She was fine again. “I don’t trust these people enough for them to put me in a metal box.”
She couldn't pull her eyes away from him as much as she told herself she needed to. He was very curious, and for a moment, a silence spread across the room and pulled a chill up her spine. She pulled her backpack off of her legs and readjusted it in her lap and looking away from him for the slightest moment. He had begun to speak, quietly to her now. He was…abnormally pleasant towards her and she wasn’t sure if that was because she was being nice or because he saw her nice words as a weakness.
She was still flushing even though he told her she didn’t have to be shy. She was still uncomfortable in here. The walls were too close and it almost felt like they were getting closer. The only thing that was making it bearable was his calm voice. Then, he noticed the fear. Big mistake.
"It might be better if you are just quiet" Her voice came out a lot weaker than she had expected it to, but she tried to not let it show on her face. She didn’t want to put a dampener on this new relationship. She didn’t want to be mean, but she didn’t want him to see the fear. The flush remained on her cheeks. She was sure the man could tell that she was still uncomfortable, and she wondered for a moment if him talking was to get her mind going.
“I-I have a problem with feeling like I have no way out.” She looked up from where her eyes had fallen from the print of her backpack to his form again. She watched him in silence for a moment before she motioned toward the door. "What if they lock me in here too?" This question was much stronger than what she thought that it would have come out, but she was grateful that her voice was stronger now. "They say you're a thief…What if they don’t trust me and-and they keep me in here." She wasn't sure if what she had said even made sense. It made sense to her, and she could feel the slight hitch in her breath. She closed her eyes and took in one slow deep breath. She was fine again. “I don’t trust these people enough for them to put me in a metal box.”
goldcat16471
=^.^=
Denny tilted his head at her as he rested against the wall. "Then... Why did you even let them put you in here if you're afraid of that?" He asked her. However as he thought about it, it made some sense. If she just ran, these maniac people probably would've went after her and hunted her down. Denny sighed and shook his head, "Nevermind that question." He thought for a moment, "I doubt they'd just lock you in without chaining you up as well and watching us..." He shrugged.
He actually wasn't sure, but he really didn't want to deal with the girl panicking. Suddenly Denny's stomach growled and he rolled his eyes, feeling like his human needs were his own sign of weakness and he looked at the girl, "I'm guessing you wouldn't spare me anything to eat, right?" He looked at her longer. She wasn't like the others. She spoke the most words out of all of the others combined. She definitely wasn't part of their general group. However, Denny still wondered if she had joined up with them.
Curiosity took over Denny and he let himself speak quietly, "So... You're not like joining that group are you? Because... They're a little psycho. Make one mistake with them and bam! You're chained up, being starved to death." Denny shook his head and looked down, "All I wanted was a little food... I wasn't even stealing from them." Denny thought that maybe if he could make the girl believe he was innocent, he could find an ally in her and they could get out of here. "They were giving us rations each day. And that day... I hadn't taken mine earlier, but they thought I did. So when I went to actually take my rations that night... They thought I was stealing." Denny sighed and looked down and pretended to hold back tears.
"I don't know what I did to deserve this!" He choked up and looked away pretending to be sad, and scared. He wasn't sure how the girl would react. Denny kept his eyes diverted away from her and he shook his head slowly. "I'm sorry..." He whispered to her, referring to having her see him in this state. Denny hated pretending to be weak, but he supposed that acting nonchalant hadn't gotten him anywhere so far, he might as well try this- Even if he absolutely hated it.
He actually wasn't sure, but he really didn't want to deal with the girl panicking. Suddenly Denny's stomach growled and he rolled his eyes, feeling like his human needs were his own sign of weakness and he looked at the girl, "I'm guessing you wouldn't spare me anything to eat, right?" He looked at her longer. She wasn't like the others. She spoke the most words out of all of the others combined. She definitely wasn't part of their general group. However, Denny still wondered if she had joined up with them.
Curiosity took over Denny and he let himself speak quietly, "So... You're not like joining that group are you? Because... They're a little psycho. Make one mistake with them and bam! You're chained up, being starved to death." Denny shook his head and looked down, "All I wanted was a little food... I wasn't even stealing from them." Denny thought that maybe if he could make the girl believe he was innocent, he could find an ally in her and they could get out of here. "They were giving us rations each day. And that day... I hadn't taken mine earlier, but they thought I did. So when I went to actually take my rations that night... They thought I was stealing." Denny sighed and looked down and pretended to hold back tears.
"I don't know what I did to deserve this!" He choked up and looked away pretending to be sad, and scared. He wasn't sure how the girl would react. Denny kept his eyes diverted away from her and he shook his head slowly. "I'm sorry..." He whispered to her, referring to having her see him in this state. Denny hated pretending to be weak, but he supposed that acting nonchalant hadn't gotten him anywhere so far, he might as well try this- Even if he absolutely hated it.
FaithWynters
The Cuppycakecreep
He was trying hard to calm her. Mira was thankful for that. If they were going to lock her up, they would have taken her weapons and tied her up. Good. That was a small relief. She didn’t have to worry about them chaining her up like they did him unless she did something wrong. She wouldn’t be here long enough to screw up. She would take her things and leave at the break of sunlight tomorrow. She had to keep moving or these things would catch up to her. She needed to find someplace safe away from people. That way, she didn’t have to worry about things like this.
She replaced the smile on her lips in gratitude, watching him silently as he spoke. There only happened to be a few moments of silence before he began talking. They must not speak with him much. He was grabbing at the chance to have normal conversation with him She pitied him, she really did, especially when he begins to talk more about what happened to him.
She had food, but very little. She gripped her backpack a little tighter. She wasn’t sure if she was willing to give her food away. She watched him, the small slowly falling from her lips with his words. He was very convincing, with his sob story. She did pity him, but she was very aware that he could be a liar. She wouldn’t be played for a complete fool. She understood why he was here. Whether he had been stealing or just taking his own, it was their word against his.
“It’s not my place to get into your affairs” She spoke, her tone soft again as he tried to recollect himself. She hardly had any food, and even though she wasn’t sure if he actually should be punished, she would not leave this place feeling as if she assisted in his starving. No—She would keep her humanity.
She unclipped the flap of her backpack, pulling it under itself. She pulled the drawstrings apart, sifting through the mess of clothes, pens, food, and journals. She looked around until she found the can she had been looking for. It wasn’t much, but it would keep him at least until she was gone. Then fate could set him on his path.
She set the backpack behind her chair, unfolding her legs as she pulled herself down to her knees in front of him. She pulled the tab off of the top of the can of ravioli, scooting herself forward until he could take the can from her.
“I don’t have much food, but I will not leave this place feeling that I didn’t help you the best I could. I will keep my humanity.”
She replaced the smile on her lips in gratitude, watching him silently as he spoke. There only happened to be a few moments of silence before he began talking. They must not speak with him much. He was grabbing at the chance to have normal conversation with him She pitied him, she really did, especially when he begins to talk more about what happened to him.
She had food, but very little. She gripped her backpack a little tighter. She wasn’t sure if she was willing to give her food away. She watched him, the small slowly falling from her lips with his words. He was very convincing, with his sob story. She did pity him, but she was very aware that he could be a liar. She wouldn’t be played for a complete fool. She understood why he was here. Whether he had been stealing or just taking his own, it was their word against his.
“It’s not my place to get into your affairs” She spoke, her tone soft again as he tried to recollect himself. She hardly had any food, and even though she wasn’t sure if he actually should be punished, she would not leave this place feeling as if she assisted in his starving. No—She would keep her humanity.
She unclipped the flap of her backpack, pulling it under itself. She pulled the drawstrings apart, sifting through the mess of clothes, pens, food, and journals. She looked around until she found the can she had been looking for. It wasn’t much, but it would keep him at least until she was gone. Then fate could set him on his path.
She set the backpack behind her chair, unfolding her legs as she pulled herself down to her knees in front of him. She pulled the tab off of the top of the can of ravioli, scooting herself forward until he could take the can from her.
“I don’t have much food, but I will not leave this place feeling that I didn’t help you the best I could. I will keep my humanity.”
goldcat16471
=^.^=
As Denny was recollecting himself, he watched the girl. She tightened her grip on her backpack, and Denny was fairly confident that meant she wouldn't spare him any food. No, he just successfully scared her. Then he studied her face a bit more, and it appeared to show something he wasn't very familiar with. Pity. Being a demon, he didn't have much pity for others. And many other demons didn't pity him either. So the emotion Mira was portraying surprised him.
Then her comment about getting involved in his affairs made him look away. He, again, was very confident that she would not help him. Denny felt stupid for thinking she would even consider it. She was a human. Humans were stupid. The hateful rage slowly started to fill him up and Denny was tempted to treat the girl like he did his other guards. To just stare at her and smirk. He could probably even make this the most uncomfortable experience she ever had to go through. Denny was about to. He was about to start. But then...
The girl unclasped the flap of her backpack and started digging through it. The rage in Denny simmered slightly and he watched her curiously. He wasn't sure what to expect. He was hoping the girl was digging for food for him, but Denny knew that could be him jumping to conclusion. For all the demon knew, Mira would pull out food and rub it in his face. That seemed something a human would do... Or maybe it was more of something a demon would do, but whatever. Denny continuously thought these things to himself.
Then the girl pulled out a can of ravioli, opened it, and slowly handed it to him. Denny watched her in near awe, and took the can gently from her. His face was shrouded in complete surprise. He blinked slowly and looked at the food, then at the girl, and back at the food. Denny listened to her comment and shook his head, still in shock.
"I... I don't know what to say... Thank you. I had almost lost faith in humanity." He told her. It was very much the truth too. However, he had lost faith in humanity, and Denny had no idea that this act of generosity could actually be the start of him becoming more humane himself.
Denny hesitated only momentarily, then he began to eat. He kept his eyes diverted from the girl. While eating he thought for a bit. "So... You said you were leaving this place. So you aren't joining up with this group?" He asked her.
Then her comment about getting involved in his affairs made him look away. He, again, was very confident that she would not help him. Denny felt stupid for thinking she would even consider it. She was a human. Humans were stupid. The hateful rage slowly started to fill him up and Denny was tempted to treat the girl like he did his other guards. To just stare at her and smirk. He could probably even make this the most uncomfortable experience she ever had to go through. Denny was about to. He was about to start. But then...
The girl unclasped the flap of her backpack and started digging through it. The rage in Denny simmered slightly and he watched her curiously. He wasn't sure what to expect. He was hoping the girl was digging for food for him, but Denny knew that could be him jumping to conclusion. For all the demon knew, Mira would pull out food and rub it in his face. That seemed something a human would do... Or maybe it was more of something a demon would do, but whatever. Denny continuously thought these things to himself.
Then the girl pulled out a can of ravioli, opened it, and slowly handed it to him. Denny watched her in near awe, and took the can gently from her. His face was shrouded in complete surprise. He blinked slowly and looked at the food, then at the girl, and back at the food. Denny listened to her comment and shook his head, still in shock.
"I... I don't know what to say... Thank you. I had almost lost faith in humanity." He told her. It was very much the truth too. However, he had lost faith in humanity, and Denny had no idea that this act of generosity could actually be the start of him becoming more humane himself.
Denny hesitated only momentarily, then he began to eat. He kept his eyes diverted from the girl. While eating he thought for a bit. "So... You said you were leaving this place. So you aren't joining up with this group?" He asked her.
FaithWynters
The Cuppycakecreep
There was surprise on his face. Mira wasn't sure why her generosity was so surprising. Had he been neglected so much that he didn't expect much from anyone? Empathy filled her heart. People had been abusing her almost all of her life. She stopped trusting people not to hurt her long before these...things started to kill and infect everyone. The thought of the monsters made her skin crawl. Something in the back of her mind told her that she needed to get out of here as soon as possible. If not because of the monsters but because of the people. She understood why he might not trust her or might not think that she would help him. He did not pause long in surprise before taking the can from her. She wouldn't let him know how little food she really had left. She was sure that she could find some more somewhere in the abandoned houses and businesses around the city. A little bit of kindness could go a long way and that's what she was hoping for.
"Its not that big of a deal" She tried to shrug and maintain a nonchalant air about everything. She really didn't want him to know how much this gesture meant to her. Something inside her was very happy that she had done what she had. It probably seemed a little pompous of her to feel good about herself; that wasn't why she had given him the food. It was just a good feeling to know that she was helping someone and she had--in some mentally strange way--helped herself too. "I mean, I've got more food and you need it" She smiled at him, pulling the flap on her backpack closed again. It was beginning to get stuffy in the room--or was that her? She glanced up every now and then to watch him eat. There was very little she could do besides watch him anyway.
It was then that he posed a question that made her flush slightly. Her eyes dropped back to the pattern of her backpack. She hadn't expected him to catch that she was leaving for good. Maybe she intended on him thinking that she would be leaving the room and staying with the people. She didn't want to assume him stupid, but him realizing her actual intentions had not even crossed her mind. Maybe that was because the people that she spoke with outside of this room when they sat around the lamp as if it were a campfire the night before hadn't caught on while they talked that she was going to be leaving as soon as possible. She cleared her throat in the silence, daring to look up at him for a moment to see more curiosity in his face than she liked. She then looked back down, trying to figure out what to say.
"No, I'm not going to be joining up with a group like this any time soon." She would try to take the middle ground and keep most of her own opinions to herself. "The group has been together too long; I would be an outsider, and they're a little too large for my liking." She was still on the ground. She pulled herself of of her knees and sat comfortably on the floor. Crossing her legs again she watched him am moment; the smile had returned to her face. "I don't like being with large groups. That's probably a mistake on my part, huh?"
"Its not that big of a deal" She tried to shrug and maintain a nonchalant air about everything. She really didn't want him to know how much this gesture meant to her. Something inside her was very happy that she had done what she had. It probably seemed a little pompous of her to feel good about herself; that wasn't why she had given him the food. It was just a good feeling to know that she was helping someone and she had--in some mentally strange way--helped herself too. "I mean, I've got more food and you need it" She smiled at him, pulling the flap on her backpack closed again. It was beginning to get stuffy in the room--or was that her? She glanced up every now and then to watch him eat. There was very little she could do besides watch him anyway.
It was then that he posed a question that made her flush slightly. Her eyes dropped back to the pattern of her backpack. She hadn't expected him to catch that she was leaving for good. Maybe she intended on him thinking that she would be leaving the room and staying with the people. She didn't want to assume him stupid, but him realizing her actual intentions had not even crossed her mind. Maybe that was because the people that she spoke with outside of this room when they sat around the lamp as if it were a campfire the night before hadn't caught on while they talked that she was going to be leaving as soon as possible. She cleared her throat in the silence, daring to look up at him for a moment to see more curiosity in his face than she liked. She then looked back down, trying to figure out what to say.
"No, I'm not going to be joining up with a group like this any time soon." She would try to take the middle ground and keep most of her own opinions to herself. "The group has been together too long; I would be an outsider, and they're a little too large for my liking." She was still on the ground. She pulled herself of of her knees and sat comfortably on the floor. Crossing her legs again she watched him am moment; the smile had returned to her face. "I don't like being with large groups. That's probably a mistake on my part, huh?"
goldcat16471
=^.^=
Denny listened to her, curious as to what she had to say. Most of the time, he wasn't interested in what the humans said. They were below him after all. Why would their words matter to him? However something about Mira intrigued him. She was different from many of the other humans he had met. All the others were scared to the bone, and only trying to survive. Their morals seeming to have left them. Not that Denny could be talking there. Like he even had any morals? Not a chance. However, humans used to be spoken about highly because they had morals. That didn't seem to be true anymore... Denny figured that it could either be his fault for creating this virus, or all the good talk about human morals, were just exaggerations. Probably the latter.
Mira was different, though. She had something left in her. Maybe a little bit of life or hope in this dark world he had created. He sensed a sort of bravery beneath the fear that layered all the humans. For that, he admired her. It wasn't a noticeable admiration to Denny, but he felt something to the girl that he didn't understand. Demons don't often find admiration to humans. Especially not this certain demon. This very well could have been Denny's first time having that feeling.
"No, not a mistake. I understand. I don't like being with groups much either. I didn't really want to join up with these guys before, but with the position I was in... I kind of had to." He bit his lip nervously, knowing he could not elaborate, and continued to eat the raviolis. "When I joined these guys, I was an outsider, just like you said. And if the outsider makes one wrong move, or mistake... It puts you in my place now." He laughed bitterly and shook his head. Rotten luck for the people without groups. They either have to slowly form their own group, in time, or join up with another and become the untrusted outsider.
However, big groups weren't always good either, anyway. "Besides. Big groups sometimes don't help you. First of all there so freaking noisy it attracts five billion of those monsters outside in a millisecond." He smirked ever so softly, "Maybe that's exaggerated, but you know what I mean." Then his smile faded, "Also you never know who might just end up stabbing you in the back. Figuratively, or literally, you never know these days..." He shook his head and looked down, the smirk forming again.
"What's come of this world...? Why in the world did this happen to us...?" He asked still looking down. Of course, Denny had his own answer to that, considering the fact that he made it happen, but he was interested in hearing Mira's input on this crisis. The smirk stayed on his face. He wondered if that would unsettle the girl, but she seemed tough enough to handle a little smirk and deep question.
Mira was different, though. She had something left in her. Maybe a little bit of life or hope in this dark world he had created. He sensed a sort of bravery beneath the fear that layered all the humans. For that, he admired her. It wasn't a noticeable admiration to Denny, but he felt something to the girl that he didn't understand. Demons don't often find admiration to humans. Especially not this certain demon. This very well could have been Denny's first time having that feeling.
"No, not a mistake. I understand. I don't like being with groups much either. I didn't really want to join up with these guys before, but with the position I was in... I kind of had to." He bit his lip nervously, knowing he could not elaborate, and continued to eat the raviolis. "When I joined these guys, I was an outsider, just like you said. And if the outsider makes one wrong move, or mistake... It puts you in my place now." He laughed bitterly and shook his head. Rotten luck for the people without groups. They either have to slowly form their own group, in time, or join up with another and become the untrusted outsider.
However, big groups weren't always good either, anyway. "Besides. Big groups sometimes don't help you. First of all there so freaking noisy it attracts five billion of those monsters outside in a millisecond." He smirked ever so softly, "Maybe that's exaggerated, but you know what I mean." Then his smile faded, "Also you never know who might just end up stabbing you in the back. Figuratively, or literally, you never know these days..." He shook his head and looked down, the smirk forming again.
"What's come of this world...? Why in the world did this happen to us...?" He asked still looking down. Of course, Denny had his own answer to that, considering the fact that he made it happen, but he was interested in hearing Mira's input on this crisis. The smirk stayed on his face. He wondered if that would unsettle the girl, but she seemed tough enough to handle a little smirk and deep question.
FaithWynters
The Cuppycakecreep
While he talked, Mira could only nod in agreement. People were loud. They didn’t seem to understand that the little bit of conversation that they had in an attempt to make you feel more like part of the group actually attracted more things toward you. If they did understand that then they were ignoring the fact and that made them stupid. She couldn’t help the soft giggle that escaped her lips. The exaggeration was needed. She wasn’t sure why it was needed, but it seemed to further lighten the mood.
Mira really couldn’t help the flush and smile that spread across her face at the quiet little outburst. She was sure that was the first expression of happiness she had shown to anyone since this whole thing started. It was like he understood what the hell he was talking about for once. She could relate to him at least in the simplest of ways. They hadn’t know each other for long, and they wouldn’t know each other much longer, but she wasn’t uncomfortable and she considered that a blessing. She had never been able to have such a relaxed conversation with anyone like they were having. It was kind of sad, because of who he was. Something had gotten him locked up in this place. He had done something “wrong” to the group’s standards and now he had been shunned.
“I have to be careful when I take refuge with groups like this. The rain was so bad—I knew I wouldn’t have made it back to my hiding place before they started coming out. They seem worse in the rain.”
Curiosity pulled at the edge of her mind as she spoke. She wanted to ask him so many questions. She knew why he was in here. He had already forced the sob story on her. She just wanted to know if it was true. It was a question that would never be answered—and she knew that—but she still wanted to know if this boy was telling the truth. She wanted to believe that he had just been caught up in some misunderstanding. She wanted to know if these people were crazy. She was sure that if they were, she would leave as soon as the sky turned pink in the morning. She would be exhausted without the sleep of tonight—since she had to watch him—but she would be able to deal with it. She had gone many more days than that at the beginning without so much as an hour’s sleep at a time. She had been afraid and alone with nowhere to go. She never wanted to return to that place in time.
Almost in conjunction with her thoughts, a yawn tried to force its way across her face. She fought it as hard as she could. Even if they were talking and she felt that they could speak cordially with one another she didn’t want to see her being tired as a weakness.
That was when it finally hit her. Why was she so comfortable around him? Why did feel like she could relate to him or that she could speak freely around him? She didn’t know what it was and she wanted to come back to her senses. She could be nice, but to be personal was a different thing. She looked up as he asked the question and she smiled softly, leaning back against the chair, and trying to act normal.
“I don’t know why this happened to us.” She wasn’t very religious so she didn’t really think that God was something she should bring up. Some people didn’t like to think about God during these times and others just got crazy when you spoke of religion. “I don’t really like to think about it. I just kill the ones I can, take the food I need, and survive. I’ll ride this thing out until it’s over.” She just tried to smile in a way that told him that it would be all right, but soon enough her eyes fell again and she let the room fall into silence.
Mira really couldn’t help the flush and smile that spread across her face at the quiet little outburst. She was sure that was the first expression of happiness she had shown to anyone since this whole thing started. It was like he understood what the hell he was talking about for once. She could relate to him at least in the simplest of ways. They hadn’t know each other for long, and they wouldn’t know each other much longer, but she wasn’t uncomfortable and she considered that a blessing. She had never been able to have such a relaxed conversation with anyone like they were having. It was kind of sad, because of who he was. Something had gotten him locked up in this place. He had done something “wrong” to the group’s standards and now he had been shunned.
“I have to be careful when I take refuge with groups like this. The rain was so bad—I knew I wouldn’t have made it back to my hiding place before they started coming out. They seem worse in the rain.”
Curiosity pulled at the edge of her mind as she spoke. She wanted to ask him so many questions. She knew why he was in here. He had already forced the sob story on her. She just wanted to know if it was true. It was a question that would never be answered—and she knew that—but she still wanted to know if this boy was telling the truth. She wanted to believe that he had just been caught up in some misunderstanding. She wanted to know if these people were crazy. She was sure that if they were, she would leave as soon as the sky turned pink in the morning. She would be exhausted without the sleep of tonight—since she had to watch him—but she would be able to deal with it. She had gone many more days than that at the beginning without so much as an hour’s sleep at a time. She had been afraid and alone with nowhere to go. She never wanted to return to that place in time.
Almost in conjunction with her thoughts, a yawn tried to force its way across her face. She fought it as hard as she could. Even if they were talking and she felt that they could speak cordially with one another she didn’t want to see her being tired as a weakness.
That was when it finally hit her. Why was she so comfortable around him? Why did feel like she could relate to him or that she could speak freely around him? She didn’t know what it was and she wanted to come back to her senses. She could be nice, but to be personal was a different thing. She looked up as he asked the question and she smiled softly, leaning back against the chair, and trying to act normal.
“I don’t know why this happened to us.” She wasn’t very religious so she didn’t really think that God was something she should bring up. Some people didn’t like to think about God during these times and others just got crazy when you spoke of religion. “I don’t really like to think about it. I just kill the ones I can, take the food I need, and survive. I’ll ride this thing out until it’s over.” She just tried to smile in a way that told him that it would be all right, but soon enough her eyes fell again and she let the room fall into silence.
goldcat16471
=^.^=
When Mira had giggled, Denny had glanced up at her, with a look of surprise for the shortest moment, then continued his short speech. The sound of the soft laughter was like nothing he had ever heard before. Demon laughs were harsh and loud and rowdy. The only other human laughter he had heard was the obnoxious ones that filled the air and sounded like wild animals. Mira's soft giggle on the other hand, was like no other. Gentle and sweet, like silk. It rang in his mind, and Denny noticed that Mira was affected by it too, by the smile on her face. She seemed to relax, and Denny found himself nearly relaxing more too.
Then suddenly like a slap in the face, Denny forced these thoughts out of his mind. He couldn't allow himself to get attached to this girl. First of all, she would be gone in the morning, and second she was a human, for crying out loud! He would not let himself actually like a human. He continued on speaking like none of these thoughts had raced through him, then listened to her response about the rain and nodded, "Definitely. They are definitely worse in the rain..." He muttered softly.
After he asked his question about why this happened to them, he noticed a shift in her emotion. She had been relaxed and open, then it was like she closed the door, and became aware again. She pretended nothing was different, but Denny knew she was thoughtful just as him, and something caused her behaviors to change. He didn't blame her in all honesty, however, it still bummed him out almost.
He listened to her response to his question and nodded, his little smirk shifting into a soft smile. He let a few moments of silence pass by before he responded, "That's a survivor's answer. You'll do what you have to do, to live this thing through." He nodded approvingly. He then glanced at his now finished can of ravioli and smiled more. Looking back at Mira he said to her, "You're different than the others Mira. I hope that when this night is over, and you leave here, you make it through to the end of this crisis." He meant it, seriously, but chuckled after saying it. He wanted to keep the mood light, and he surprised himself by saying that. He's never said that to anyone. Denny didn't plan on saying something like that again. He glanced up at her to see her reaction.
As he watched her, Denny thought about the plague he had created. Would there be an end to it? Even though the demon was forced onto Earth as punishment for it, Denny had never regretted doing it. He liked to watch the humans suffer around him, even if that meant a little suffering for himself. He was strong though. He could handle it. However, was it possible for this one girl to make him feel the slightest bit bad for his actions? Was it? Denny found himself asking this, again surprising himself. It wasn't a question he typically asked. Okay, so it was a question he never asked, and he didn't like asking it. It made him feel weak.
He forced the question out of his mind, and his face turned hard. He glared at the ground. Knowing it might surprise the girl, Denny tried to make it look more directed towards the plague, rather than at her or himself. As he continued thinking to himself, he realized this girl was potentially dangerous, making him ask these questions, and feel these emotions. Denny couldn't do anything about it at the moment, so he decided he'd have to live the night out with her.
He wasn't sure if he was angry, annoyed, or even fearful towards this girl and the effects she was having on him. Denny scowled inwardly at the possibility of it being fear, and decided immediately it wasn't. In the back of his head, he considered it was none of these. Maybe he was curious about her effects on him, though he'd never admit it.
Denny continued watching the ground as he kept all these thoughts to himself.
Then suddenly like a slap in the face, Denny forced these thoughts out of his mind. He couldn't allow himself to get attached to this girl. First of all, she would be gone in the morning, and second she was a human, for crying out loud! He would not let himself actually like a human. He continued on speaking like none of these thoughts had raced through him, then listened to her response about the rain and nodded, "Definitely. They are definitely worse in the rain..." He muttered softly.
After he asked his question about why this happened to them, he noticed a shift in her emotion. She had been relaxed and open, then it was like she closed the door, and became aware again. She pretended nothing was different, but Denny knew she was thoughtful just as him, and something caused her behaviors to change. He didn't blame her in all honesty, however, it still bummed him out almost.
He listened to her response to his question and nodded, his little smirk shifting into a soft smile. He let a few moments of silence pass by before he responded, "That's a survivor's answer. You'll do what you have to do, to live this thing through." He nodded approvingly. He then glanced at his now finished can of ravioli and smiled more. Looking back at Mira he said to her, "You're different than the others Mira. I hope that when this night is over, and you leave here, you make it through to the end of this crisis." He meant it, seriously, but chuckled after saying it. He wanted to keep the mood light, and he surprised himself by saying that. He's never said that to anyone. Denny didn't plan on saying something like that again. He glanced up at her to see her reaction.
As he watched her, Denny thought about the plague he had created. Would there be an end to it? Even though the demon was forced onto Earth as punishment for it, Denny had never regretted doing it. He liked to watch the humans suffer around him, even if that meant a little suffering for himself. He was strong though. He could handle it. However, was it possible for this one girl to make him feel the slightest bit bad for his actions? Was it? Denny found himself asking this, again surprising himself. It wasn't a question he typically asked. Okay, so it was a question he never asked, and he didn't like asking it. It made him feel weak.
He forced the question out of his mind, and his face turned hard. He glared at the ground. Knowing it might surprise the girl, Denny tried to make it look more directed towards the plague, rather than at her or himself. As he continued thinking to himself, he realized this girl was potentially dangerous, making him ask these questions, and feel these emotions. Denny couldn't do anything about it at the moment, so he decided he'd have to live the night out with her.
He wasn't sure if he was angry, annoyed, or even fearful towards this girl and the effects she was having on him. Denny scowled inwardly at the possibility of it being fear, and decided immediately it wasn't. In the back of his head, he considered it was none of these. Maybe he was curious about her effects on him, though he'd never admit it.
Denny continued watching the ground as he kept all these thoughts to himself.
FaithWynters
The Cuppycakecreep
Mira's smile continued on, soft and sweet. Her eyes had fallen to the ground, but the flush on her cheeks continued on in a soft red glow. Her mind was a buzz with a million different thoughts. The two didn't say anything for a few moments. Then, he complimented her on her ideals. She glanced up at him a moment before returning her gaze back to the floor.
She wondered for a moment if he was only being cordial because he wanted her to pity him. She wondered if he was trying to prove his innocence and trying to convince her that he was actually a good person. Her stomach began to fall because she realized that- if that was what he was trying to do- he had achieved his goal. She did feel sorry for him. She wished it didn't have to be this way.
She looked up to see him glaring at the ground. There had been quite a long silence between them and she wondered if it was because she hasn't answered him. Her cheeks were warm and she looked away. Surely he had just been thinking about how all of this played out and got angry. The probably felt hopeless right now too. He was locked in a box with no chance of escape.
When she looked up again, her eyes caught movement at the small window inside the freezer's door. There were two sets of eyes staring inside of the room. She probably knew how it looked. The outsider was sitting on the floor, smiling and talking with the thief. She had fed him and possibly broken some rules along the way. Naturally, the smile fell, she cleared her throat, and picked herself up off of the floor, sitting back in the chair.
"Sorry." The voice was soft. She didn't want the eyes noticing that she was still speaking to the man. She grabbed her bag and crossed her legs, sitting in silence for another moment. "We have people watching us"
In these few moments, am the happiness and calmness turned into complete gut-wrenching fear. Her hands began to shake as she sat there, looking at her hands.
"I think they're thinking about keeping me here" The voice was soft and shook as she looked down at the bag. It was a completley irrational fear founded on her simple distrust of people and the looks that were being shot through the glass. She looked back to Denny. Her face had softened a little bit as she watched him. She tried to smile again and she pulled her eyes away to look at the bag in her lap.
"You know... I'd have a lot higher chance of surviving this if I had a partner..." She halfway glanced up at him, but did not smile. She had finally found an answer to the nice things he had said before. His hopes might be realized if she had some help.
It was strange that she had said that. Her attempt at helping him become free might jeopardize her own life and freedom. Just saying that sentence out loud could get her killed. Besides that, if she did make it out of here with him it would either have been a really good idea or a terrible mistake. She still hadn't decided if he was a liar and a thief or if he was freely just caught with the short end of the stick.
She wondered for a moment if he was only being cordial because he wanted her to pity him. She wondered if he was trying to prove his innocence and trying to convince her that he was actually a good person. Her stomach began to fall because she realized that- if that was what he was trying to do- he had achieved his goal. She did feel sorry for him. She wished it didn't have to be this way.
She looked up to see him glaring at the ground. There had been quite a long silence between them and she wondered if it was because she hasn't answered him. Her cheeks were warm and she looked away. Surely he had just been thinking about how all of this played out and got angry. The probably felt hopeless right now too. He was locked in a box with no chance of escape.
When she looked up again, her eyes caught movement at the small window inside the freezer's door. There were two sets of eyes staring inside of the room. She probably knew how it looked. The outsider was sitting on the floor, smiling and talking with the thief. She had fed him and possibly broken some rules along the way. Naturally, the smile fell, she cleared her throat, and picked herself up off of the floor, sitting back in the chair.
"Sorry." The voice was soft. She didn't want the eyes noticing that she was still speaking to the man. She grabbed her bag and crossed her legs, sitting in silence for another moment. "We have people watching us"
In these few moments, am the happiness and calmness turned into complete gut-wrenching fear. Her hands began to shake as she sat there, looking at her hands.
"I think they're thinking about keeping me here" The voice was soft and shook as she looked down at the bag. It was a completley irrational fear founded on her simple distrust of people and the looks that were being shot through the glass. She looked back to Denny. Her face had softened a little bit as she watched him. She tried to smile again and she pulled her eyes away to look at the bag in her lap.
"You know... I'd have a lot higher chance of surviving this if I had a partner..." She halfway glanced up at him, but did not smile. She had finally found an answer to the nice things he had said before. His hopes might be realized if she had some help.
It was strange that she had said that. Her attempt at helping him become free might jeopardize her own life and freedom. Just saying that sentence out loud could get her killed. Besides that, if she did make it out of here with him it would either have been a really good idea or a terrible mistake. She still hadn't decided if he was a liar and a thief or if he was freely just caught with the short end of the stick.
goldcat16471
=^.^=
Denny momentarily lifted his head when he heard Mira clear her throat and start standing up. His eyes drifted to the small window as well, and they narrowed when he saw the movement from the people outside. He quickly kicked the empty can of ravioli away, trying to get it out of their peripherals. Maybe they'd just assume Mira was eating her own food. Unfortunately she had been sitting on the ground in front of him, so that wouldn't help her case.
He shifted his gaze to Mira who was now in the chair, focusing on her hands carefully. He sensed overwhelming fear start to course through her, and his eyes widened ever so slightly, when he noticed the shakiness of her voice when she spoke. Denny bit his lip then muttered, "Don't think that..." The demon didn't know very much about providing comfort. It wasn't his everyday task, and he knew he'd probably blow it if he tried to offer more advice. Sympathy wasn't much of a word in his vocabulary.
Still... He wanted the girl to relax. He didn't want her to be fearful. Denny wanted her to be strong. This could've been a good moment to feed on her fear, but he couldn't bring himself to do that to her. He didn't understand why, but he couldn't hurt her.
He felt Mira's gaze fall on him, and the wild emotion stirring within her seemed to calm down just a little. He met her eyes for a brief moment before she smiled softly and looked back down.
Then it was her next comment that surprised him greatly. This girl just seemed to be so full of surprises. He hadn't expected her to bring a partnership up. "Oh?" He raised his eyebrows, showing he was caught off guard. Denny had to admit, this girl proved some of the rumors about humans morals, must've been true. Maybe. Just a little. Not a lot.
Denny scolded himself for constantly getting distracted around her, and quickly wiped the look of surprise off his face and smiled at her. He thought about how this could be a good opportunity for him. The demon could escape with Mira, then they could team up, and he could use her to feed off of. She wouldn't suspect a thing, and he'll keep himself appearing innocent in front of her. It could be a good deal...
However, deep deep down in Denny's gut he felt the slightest hint of guilt. How could he take advantage of a girl who will be helping more than once now? Something about her... Made him not want to hurt her...
Denny clenched his teeth, and inwardly cursed at himself. He's been in his human form too long... Humanity better not be rubbing off on him. They're weak.
Through all this, Denny kept the smile on his face, he met Mira's gaze. He told her soberly, "I'd like that..." He thought to himself momentarily. "So... Are we scheming to escape together...?" He looked down at his tied up hands. "I think I could be of greater help, if you can help free me from these." He said slowly looking back up at Mira, and holding his hand's out slightly. There was no guarantee she would even follow through with what she said, but it was worth a try. He would do anything to escape from this box.
He shifted his gaze to Mira who was now in the chair, focusing on her hands carefully. He sensed overwhelming fear start to course through her, and his eyes widened ever so slightly, when he noticed the shakiness of her voice when she spoke. Denny bit his lip then muttered, "Don't think that..." The demon didn't know very much about providing comfort. It wasn't his everyday task, and he knew he'd probably blow it if he tried to offer more advice. Sympathy wasn't much of a word in his vocabulary.
Still... He wanted the girl to relax. He didn't want her to be fearful. Denny wanted her to be strong. This could've been a good moment to feed on her fear, but he couldn't bring himself to do that to her. He didn't understand why, but he couldn't hurt her.
He felt Mira's gaze fall on him, and the wild emotion stirring within her seemed to calm down just a little. He met her eyes for a brief moment before she smiled softly and looked back down.
Then it was her next comment that surprised him greatly. This girl just seemed to be so full of surprises. He hadn't expected her to bring a partnership up. "Oh?" He raised his eyebrows, showing he was caught off guard. Denny had to admit, this girl proved some of the rumors about humans morals, must've been true. Maybe. Just a little. Not a lot.
Denny scolded himself for constantly getting distracted around her, and quickly wiped the look of surprise off his face and smiled at her. He thought about how this could be a good opportunity for him. The demon could escape with Mira, then they could team up, and he could use her to feed off of. She wouldn't suspect a thing, and he'll keep himself appearing innocent in front of her. It could be a good deal...
However, deep deep down in Denny's gut he felt the slightest hint of guilt. How could he take advantage of a girl who will be helping more than once now? Something about her... Made him not want to hurt her...
Denny clenched his teeth, and inwardly cursed at himself. He's been in his human form too long... Humanity better not be rubbing off on him. They're weak.
Through all this, Denny kept the smile on his face, he met Mira's gaze. He told her soberly, "I'd like that..." He thought to himself momentarily. "So... Are we scheming to escape together...?" He looked down at his tied up hands. "I think I could be of greater help, if you can help free me from these." He said slowly looking back up at Mira, and holding his hand's out slightly. There was no guarantee she would even follow through with what she said, but it was worth a try. He would do anything to escape from this box.
FaithWynters
The Cuppycakecreep
It had surprised him that she had spoken. He didn’t seem to enjoy the fact that they were being watched. Mira wondered if them being watched was a test for her. She wondered if they thought she intended to stay with them, and that this was a test to see if she could be heartless. She never told them that she intended on leaving as soon as she was done here. She couldn’t help the random glances toward the door. There was still a single set of eyes watching her, but as she made eyes contact the head turned and walked away from the locker. That was good. At least they couldn’t hear what they were saying and they couldn’t see that she was talking to him.
His quiet words spread a calmness through her. A smile spread across her lips. She wasn’t sure what it was about his words that seemed to calm her, but she just looked at him and continued to smile. Of course he was going to want to come with her. He was faced with death here. The only escape he had was the one she was offering him right now. She slipped back down onto the floor, crossing her legs.
“I’m trusting you--” Mira continued to smile as their eyes locked for a moment. "not to make me regret this"It took her a while before she finally realized that she was staring again. She flushed and looked down to her back, unlatching the flap that covered her backpack. She didn’t understand why this change in her world—this hell hole—had made her so awkward. Even though she had been bullied a lot as a kid, Mira had never been so unsure about herself around someone. She glanced up once more and quickly looked back to her bag. Maybe it was because he was really cute—she wasn’t sure.
The cold metal of the pocket knife brushed against bare skin. She gripped it in her hand and pulled it slowly toward the exit of the bag. She stopped at the lip of the bag, and looked toward the door. No one was there, so she tightened the drawstrings before pulling the flap over. The dark ink of the tattoo on her wrist caught her eye. It was reassuring to her…. A man choses. She looked up to the boy as she flipped the blade open.
The cold metal began to warm in the hand that held it. To make sure that she didn’t cut him, she slowly slid the blade through the material and very close to Denny’s skin. Care was sure to be taken. One reassuring smile later, she pulled the blade through the material binding his hands together.
“There you go. I’m sure that feels better, huh?” Mira giggled, but didn’t look up. “Now we’ve just got to get out of here” Her eyes met his face again, but something caught her eye. There was movement by the window and she let the blade drop with the material. She really hoped this move didn’t get her killed.
His quiet words spread a calmness through her. A smile spread across her lips. She wasn’t sure what it was about his words that seemed to calm her, but she just looked at him and continued to smile. Of course he was going to want to come with her. He was faced with death here. The only escape he had was the one she was offering him right now. She slipped back down onto the floor, crossing her legs.
“I’m trusting you--” Mira continued to smile as their eyes locked for a moment. "not to make me regret this"It took her a while before she finally realized that she was staring again. She flushed and looked down to her back, unlatching the flap that covered her backpack. She didn’t understand why this change in her world—this hell hole—had made her so awkward. Even though she had been bullied a lot as a kid, Mira had never been so unsure about herself around someone. She glanced up once more and quickly looked back to her bag. Maybe it was because he was really cute—she wasn’t sure.
The cold metal of the pocket knife brushed against bare skin. She gripped it in her hand and pulled it slowly toward the exit of the bag. She stopped at the lip of the bag, and looked toward the door. No one was there, so she tightened the drawstrings before pulling the flap over. The dark ink of the tattoo on her wrist caught her eye. It was reassuring to her…. A man choses. She looked up to the boy as she flipped the blade open.
The cold metal began to warm in the hand that held it. To make sure that she didn’t cut him, she slowly slid the blade through the material and very close to Denny’s skin. Care was sure to be taken. One reassuring smile later, she pulled the blade through the material binding his hands together.
“There you go. I’m sure that feels better, huh?” Mira giggled, but didn’t look up. “Now we’ve just got to get out of here” Her eyes met his face again, but something caught her eye. There was movement by the window and she let the blade drop with the material. She really hoped this move didn’t get her killed.
goldcat16471
=^.^=
Denny kept a careful eye on Mira as she double checked the window, then sat in front of him once again. There eyes met and her trusting comment made him smile softly and he nodded once at her reassuringly. The hint of guilt he had felt briefly before came back again, but Denny kept it hidden from his face. He looked into the girl's eyes as they were locked with his own, as he tried to quickly plan his next moves after escaping.
The demon had a few options. He could stay with the girl. Use her to feed his human and demon needs. That would completely be a backstabbing move to Mira, and if she found out... There would be consequences. Denny felt she wouldn't get the guts to attempt to kill him. He couldn't be for sure of course, but that's what he theorized. Also, even if she did go to those measures, she couldn't pull it off against him. He'd probably end up killing her. For some reason that made his gut clench slightly... Weird, Denny thought to himself.
Another possibility would be to stay with her, and actually try to form a partnership. Find some other ways to get his demon needs satisfied, and actually team up with the girl. Denny thought this option would be the most difficult. Cooperation was not something he had a lot of experience with, and he was very hesitant to start now. He would be giving in to a... Human idea. That made him queasy as well. However, there could be something to gain from this, and the demon wouldn't eliminate it as a possibility.
Denny's last idea consisted of teaming up with Mira just to escape then getting away from her as soon as possible. He was leaning towards this option the most. Both of them could get out of here, away from the freaks holding him hostage, and they could continue surviving on their own. Back to the way things were. Denny wouldn't harm the girl, and he won't have to forced to be humane. It was a pretty good option, and he was starting to get pretty set on it.
All his options had their pros and cons, and the two of them had been in eye contact the few seconds he thought of each of them. Suddenly Mira looked away, and her cheeks turned a soft pink, as she blushed. Denny subconsciously admired her, and even though he didn't understand the blush or his own actions at the moment, he found it pleasant. Again, weird... He was feeling a lot of unknown emotions today. He inwardly cursed once more at his human form, blaming the emotions on that.
He studied her as she dug into her backpack, and pulled out a pocket knife. He held out his hands a bit more for her, confident that she wouldn't hurt him. Mira carefully cut the ties off his wrists and he smiled more, feeling his hands go free. He rubbed his wrists slightly and looked at Mira nodding as a way of thanks. Polite words didn't form in his mouth easily, so he found it better to express his gratitude with a head gesture and smile.
Suddenly, Mira looked alarmed, as she glanced to the window. Denny quickly looked over as well then stood up. "They saw us, didn't they?" He grabbed Mira's wrist gently and pulled her up. Maybe they could've acted like she didn't free him, but he knew the group would check, and they'd get caught anyway. It would be better to start action now, while they were unprepared.
He looked at Mira and spoke quickly and quietly, "If we're going to get out of here, we need to act now!" He picked up the pocket knife stuffing it into Mira's hand, then picked up her backpack slinging over his shoulder. For the slightest moment he hesitated wondering if she trusted him with her stuff, considering his reputation with this group. However, if she didn't, she would have to learn to if they were supposedly going to have this partnership.
"I believe the door is locked..." He glanced at Mira, thinking about what they could do. He hated the fact about the door being locked, since they were waiting on the group to open it. If that was the case, Denny had a good feeling this was going to turn violent. As he watched Mira, he found himself taking on a protective stance in front of her. She probably saved him a couple times already. He wanted her to live, so he was going to make sure of it that she did.
The demon had a few options. He could stay with the girl. Use her to feed his human and demon needs. That would completely be a backstabbing move to Mira, and if she found out... There would be consequences. Denny felt she wouldn't get the guts to attempt to kill him. He couldn't be for sure of course, but that's what he theorized. Also, even if she did go to those measures, she couldn't pull it off against him. He'd probably end up killing her. For some reason that made his gut clench slightly... Weird, Denny thought to himself.
Another possibility would be to stay with her, and actually try to form a partnership. Find some other ways to get his demon needs satisfied, and actually team up with the girl. Denny thought this option would be the most difficult. Cooperation was not something he had a lot of experience with, and he was very hesitant to start now. He would be giving in to a... Human idea. That made him queasy as well. However, there could be something to gain from this, and the demon wouldn't eliminate it as a possibility.
Denny's last idea consisted of teaming up with Mira just to escape then getting away from her as soon as possible. He was leaning towards this option the most. Both of them could get out of here, away from the freaks holding him hostage, and they could continue surviving on their own. Back to the way things were. Denny wouldn't harm the girl, and he won't have to forced to be humane. It was a pretty good option, and he was starting to get pretty set on it.
All his options had their pros and cons, and the two of them had been in eye contact the few seconds he thought of each of them. Suddenly Mira looked away, and her cheeks turned a soft pink, as she blushed. Denny subconsciously admired her, and even though he didn't understand the blush or his own actions at the moment, he found it pleasant. Again, weird... He was feeling a lot of unknown emotions today. He inwardly cursed once more at his human form, blaming the emotions on that.
He studied her as she dug into her backpack, and pulled out a pocket knife. He held out his hands a bit more for her, confident that she wouldn't hurt him. Mira carefully cut the ties off his wrists and he smiled more, feeling his hands go free. He rubbed his wrists slightly and looked at Mira nodding as a way of thanks. Polite words didn't form in his mouth easily, so he found it better to express his gratitude with a head gesture and smile.
Suddenly, Mira looked alarmed, as she glanced to the window. Denny quickly looked over as well then stood up. "They saw us, didn't they?" He grabbed Mira's wrist gently and pulled her up. Maybe they could've acted like she didn't free him, but he knew the group would check, and they'd get caught anyway. It would be better to start action now, while they were unprepared.
He looked at Mira and spoke quickly and quietly, "If we're going to get out of here, we need to act now!" He picked up the pocket knife stuffing it into Mira's hand, then picked up her backpack slinging over his shoulder. For the slightest moment he hesitated wondering if she trusted him with her stuff, considering his reputation with this group. However, if she didn't, she would have to learn to if they were supposedly going to have this partnership.
"I believe the door is locked..." He glanced at Mira, thinking about what they could do. He hated the fact about the door being locked, since they were waiting on the group to open it. If that was the case, Denny had a good feeling this was going to turn violent. As he watched Mira, he found himself taking on a protective stance in front of her. She probably saved him a couple times already. He wanted her to live, so he was going to make sure of it that she did.
FaithWynters
The Cuppycakecreep
She was panicking again—not as bad as she had been before when she had been forced into this position—it was pretty bad. Everything happened so fast to her. Before Mira knows it, Denny is picking her up off of the ground, giving her the knife back, and taking her things. She wondered if he was doing this for only him, or if he was actually worried about her getting out of here. If those outside had really seen her free him there was a great chance that they wouldn’t unlock the door for them unless something bad happened. Her mind was spinning on things to do. Then, what they needed to do hit her. He was standing in front of her, afraid that those outside would come into the room and would attack them both. This was her time to react. She knew what to do even if she wasn’t sure it would end how she liked it.
“How could you do this?” She was screaming loud enough that there was a ringing in her ears. She pushed him from behind hard before running up toward him. She waited until she knew she could get into position before she unfolded the knife and grabbed him. She was much smaller than he was, and much weaker from what she could tell from the way he held himself. “You take my things? You thief!” Mira’s back pack pressed into her chest as she pressed the knife about an inch from his throat.
“Turn this around on me.” The voice was soft as she tried to speak calmly. This was a crazy idea. She just hoped that he didn’t take this the wrong way and kill her for what she did. He was much taller than her and he could easily outweigh her.
“You deserve to die here you monster!” Mira was yelling again and tears ran down her cheeks. She felt bad for screaming in his ear, but if she didn’t act crazy like this then she would never get them out of this damn room.
“How could you do this?” She was screaming loud enough that there was a ringing in her ears. She pushed him from behind hard before running up toward him. She waited until she knew she could get into position before she unfolded the knife and grabbed him. She was much smaller than he was, and much weaker from what she could tell from the way he held himself. “You take my things? You thief!” Mira’s back pack pressed into her chest as she pressed the knife about an inch from his throat.
“Turn this around on me.” The voice was soft as she tried to speak calmly. This was a crazy idea. She just hoped that he didn’t take this the wrong way and kill her for what she did. He was much taller than her and he could easily outweigh her.
“You deserve to die here you monster!” Mira was yelling again and tears ran down her cheeks. She felt bad for screaming in his ear, but if she didn’t act crazy like this then she would never get them out of this damn room.
goldcat16471
=^.^=
When Mira first screamed out and pushed him, Denny blinked in surprise and stumbled forward. "Whoa hey!" He called out at her, caught off guard. His eye's widened when she pressed the knife to his throat. A million thoughts coursed through his mind at that moment. The most dominant ones being he knew he could easily take her down, why did she suddenly turn on him, and maybe this was the escape plan. Denny wasn't exactly sure how human's minds worked, but they definitely were an odd bunch...
His last thought about it being an escape plan was confirmed when Mira told him to turn it around on her. He narrowed his eyes at her suspicious at first, believing the worst of the girl. She probably just wanted the group to come in and free her. She must have been just leading him on all along...
Then suddenly he realized, why in the world would she feed him her food, or cut his ties, if she just planned on leaving him to rot? She could have just waited out the night to do that. After a couple seconds more of thinking through, he caught on, and figured he knew what she was doing. They were going to get out of here. Both of them. This was the plan.
Her high pitched screaming made him flinch. For just a moment he locked gazes with her, and tried to send a message to her. A message of apology for what he was about to do next. He whispered calmly, "This might hurt a little..."
With that he pushed the girl away from him into the wall across the room, and pinned her arms above her head then grabbed the knife out of her hand. He yelled loudly and ferociously, "What'd you say!? I'm not the monster! All of you are! And you guys are the one's that deserve to die!" He spoke in an easily forced crazed tone, and held the knife to her throat. Being a demon made being violent and harsh a piece of cake to Denny.
His last thought about it being an escape plan was confirmed when Mira told him to turn it around on her. He narrowed his eyes at her suspicious at first, believing the worst of the girl. She probably just wanted the group to come in and free her. She must have been just leading him on all along...
Then suddenly he realized, why in the world would she feed him her food, or cut his ties, if she just planned on leaving him to rot? She could have just waited out the night to do that. After a couple seconds more of thinking through, he caught on, and figured he knew what she was doing. They were going to get out of here. Both of them. This was the plan.
Her high pitched screaming made him flinch. For just a moment he locked gazes with her, and tried to send a message to her. A message of apology for what he was about to do next. He whispered calmly, "This might hurt a little..."
With that he pushed the girl away from him into the wall across the room, and pinned her arms above her head then grabbed the knife out of her hand. He yelled loudly and ferociously, "What'd you say!? I'm not the monster! All of you are! And you guys are the one's that deserve to die!" He spoke in an easily forced crazed tone, and held the knife to her throat. Being a demon made being violent and harsh a piece of cake to Denny.
FaithWynters
The Cuppycakecreep
Muscles tensed beneath the grasp Mira held on him. It took Denny longer than she expected to move on her. In those few seconds of stillness she wondered if his mind was going slowly through the different options he had and if –only after a few moments of standing there—did he realize that she was just trying to get them to unlock the door.
Even with a warning of the pain, Mira didn’t expect the harsh way he handled her body. Her arms were twisted in a way that made standing very uncomfortable. The metal behind her made a harsh noise as Mira’s head came crashing into it. This made her groan slightly as the world spun around her. Cold metal pressed against her skin and she began to sob.
“You take my emotions for granted.” The tears burn hot as they fall down cool cheeks. “I give you some of my food.” A shaking sob chokes her and snot begins to run down her nose. “ Then you take my things?!” Damn. She was getting too good at this. “You take advantage of people for your own benefit” This time, Mira’s voice is a soft wine. She presses her eyes closed as she chokes on another sob. Every time she speaks or chokes she can feel the blade pressing into her throat.
It takes a lot for this amount of trust. There was just something about this boy that made Mira trust him. Maybe it was a great amount of pity, or it was some sort of instinct that told her that he was innocent or something, but she could trust this stranger to place her own blade to her throat and not kill her. It was insanity. Something crazy was going on.
Before she can think any further or say anything else the two finally achieve their goal. Even though Mira can only see the blurry shape of Denny she can hear the sound of the door opening. Another loud sob escapes her and the sight of her is becoming more and more pitiful by the second. Two people push into the door—most likely the two that have been watching them from before—and start yelling. She silences herself as they begin to yell Denny. They’re making too much noise for the group. They fear the monsters that might be attracted by all of their shouting.
Even with a warning of the pain, Mira didn’t expect the harsh way he handled her body. Her arms were twisted in a way that made standing very uncomfortable. The metal behind her made a harsh noise as Mira’s head came crashing into it. This made her groan slightly as the world spun around her. Cold metal pressed against her skin and she began to sob.
“You take my emotions for granted.” The tears burn hot as they fall down cool cheeks. “I give you some of my food.” A shaking sob chokes her and snot begins to run down her nose. “ Then you take my things?!” Damn. She was getting too good at this. “You take advantage of people for your own benefit” This time, Mira’s voice is a soft wine. She presses her eyes closed as she chokes on another sob. Every time she speaks or chokes she can feel the blade pressing into her throat.
It takes a lot for this amount of trust. There was just something about this boy that made Mira trust him. Maybe it was a great amount of pity, or it was some sort of instinct that told her that he was innocent or something, but she could trust this stranger to place her own blade to her throat and not kill her. It was insanity. Something crazy was going on.
Before she can think any further or say anything else the two finally achieve their goal. Even though Mira can only see the blurry shape of Denny she can hear the sound of the door opening. Another loud sob escapes her and the sight of her is becoming more and more pitiful by the second. Two people push into the door—most likely the two that have been watching them from before—and start yelling. She silences herself as they begin to yell Denny. They’re making too much noise for the group. They fear the monsters that might be attracted by all of their shouting.
goldcat16471
=^.^=
Denny held onto Mira tightly. In his mind, the only way to make it believable, was to go all out with it. He listened to her as she spoke through her sobs. Ever so slightly, Denny narrowed his eye's in apology. He knew she was in pain, for the demon wasn't necessarily taking it easy on her. He only hoped that she would recover quickly from his harshness, and continue to trust him.
In response to her cries he got closer to her face and smirked saying loudly, "That's just the way the world is, sweetheart!" Then he pressed the blade against her just a little more. Consciously, he was careful not to pierce her skin. He looked into her eyes as she cried. The smirk was still on his face, but on the inside he felt the unpleasant emotion of guilt eating at him. He didn't want to be harming this girl!
Luckily, the door finally opened, and loud voices filled the small room. The two people turn on Denny tugging on him and shouting at him. Denny didn't take the time to comprehend what they were screaming. He released Mira in one swift motion, and punched one of the groupies in the face hard. The boy stumbled back, falling to the floor. The other groupie swung at Denny and made contact. It made Denny flinch, but there wasn't too much pain. He pushed the groupie in the wall and kneed him in the stomach. Denny heard curse's fly out of their mouths, and he smirked.
By now, there was no doubt that the rest of the group could hear the commotion, and Denny knew they would be coming over soon, and very possibly have guns. Mira and Denny would have to be swift.
However, those weren't the only things concerning each of their minds. The demon's monsters could very well be on their way now also. Denny wasn't afraid of them, like the human's were, but they sure were annoying as hell. If they didn't have to deal them, it'd make things a lot easier.
Denny cast a very swift glance at Mira to see if she was back on her feet, but once he looked away, the guy he was pinning turned on him. He grasped his hands around Denny's throat and pinned him to the wall, trying to choke him. Denny cried out in surprise, and struggled against the man's grip. He wasn't afraid to lose to the guy, but the demon always hated being in the vulnerable position.
In response to her cries he got closer to her face and smirked saying loudly, "That's just the way the world is, sweetheart!" Then he pressed the blade against her just a little more. Consciously, he was careful not to pierce her skin. He looked into her eyes as she cried. The smirk was still on his face, but on the inside he felt the unpleasant emotion of guilt eating at him. He didn't want to be harming this girl!
Luckily, the door finally opened, and loud voices filled the small room. The two people turn on Denny tugging on him and shouting at him. Denny didn't take the time to comprehend what they were screaming. He released Mira in one swift motion, and punched one of the groupies in the face hard. The boy stumbled back, falling to the floor. The other groupie swung at Denny and made contact. It made Denny flinch, but there wasn't too much pain. He pushed the groupie in the wall and kneed him in the stomach. Denny heard curse's fly out of their mouths, and he smirked.
By now, there was no doubt that the rest of the group could hear the commotion, and Denny knew they would be coming over soon, and very possibly have guns. Mira and Denny would have to be swift.
However, those weren't the only things concerning each of their minds. The demon's monsters could very well be on their way now also. Denny wasn't afraid of them, like the human's were, but they sure were annoying as hell. If they didn't have to deal them, it'd make things a lot easier.
Denny cast a very swift glance at Mira to see if she was back on her feet, but once he looked away, the guy he was pinning turned on him. He grasped his hands around Denny's throat and pinned him to the wall, trying to choke him. Denny cried out in surprise, and struggled against the man's grip. He wasn't afraid to lose to the guy, but the demon always hated being in the vulnerable position.
FaithWynters
The Cuppycakecreep
It wasn’t obvious, but Mira could see the apologies in the man’s eyes. The way he grabbed her and cared not about the way she felt was very real. She just had to keep telling herself that he was just trying to make these things believable. She just hoped that he didn’t feel guilty for handling her the way he had. She wanted to just lean close to him and whisper that the tears were fake. They were, but to anyone coming in on the scene, it might have seemed real to them. That was all that mattered. She was just afraid that he might have thought the tears came from the pain. No—Mira was a tough girl and she had adapted to handling pain.
The two that come into the room have no reguard for Mira’s life. She can tell by the way they run into the room and go straight for Denny. Yes, the are trying to free the girl, but the way they go about it is all wrong. The larger man infront of her could have easily had the knife stuck in her throat by the time they had reached her. They just pull on him and yell. If he had been an evil person, Denny could have slit her throat without a second thought. She was thankful for the trust she had put into him.
Mira doesn’t expect Denny just to drop her light he does, and she ends up losing her balance and falling on the floor. A quiet yelp escapes her as she lands on her hands and knees. The crying had stopped. She used the back of her hand to wipe one nasty mess off of her face. It takes her a moment before she realizes that all of the snot and tears are gone. She picks herself up and watches as the man tackles Denny.
She doesn’t know what it is that she can do at this point. She doesn’t have her knife anymore, and she wouldn’t have the balls to kill someone anyway—not a living person anyway. She looked around a moment before she saw the only thing that she might be able to use—the metal folding chair she had been sitting in before. Without thinking, she grabs it, folds it up, and walks up behind the man. This will stain her reputation with the group forever; she knew there was no way to get out of this scott free anymore.
She leans back and puts everything she has into the first swing. It makes contact, hard on the man’s back. The dull thud of the metal sends her mind crazy. Once, twice, three more times she hits the man as hard as she can with the metal chair. Mira knows that he can feel it, by the way he flinches, and groans.
The two that come into the room have no reguard for Mira’s life. She can tell by the way they run into the room and go straight for Denny. Yes, the are trying to free the girl, but the way they go about it is all wrong. The larger man infront of her could have easily had the knife stuck in her throat by the time they had reached her. They just pull on him and yell. If he had been an evil person, Denny could have slit her throat without a second thought. She was thankful for the trust she had put into him.
Mira doesn’t expect Denny just to drop her light he does, and she ends up losing her balance and falling on the floor. A quiet yelp escapes her as she lands on her hands and knees. The crying had stopped. She used the back of her hand to wipe one nasty mess off of her face. It takes her a moment before she realizes that all of the snot and tears are gone. She picks herself up and watches as the man tackles Denny.
She doesn’t know what it is that she can do at this point. She doesn’t have her knife anymore, and she wouldn’t have the balls to kill someone anyway—not a living person anyway. She looked around a moment before she saw the only thing that she might be able to use—the metal folding chair she had been sitting in before. Without thinking, she grabs it, folds it up, and walks up behind the man. This will stain her reputation with the group forever; she knew there was no way to get out of this scott free anymore.
She leans back and puts everything she has into the first swing. It makes contact, hard on the man’s back. The dull thud of the metal sends her mind crazy. Once, twice, three more times she hits the man as hard as she can with the metal chair. Mira knows that he can feel it, by the way he flinches, and groans.
goldcat16471
=^.^=
As Denny struggled against the man's grip, he could see Mira approaching within his peripheral. In her hand's she held the metal chair as a weapon. Clever girl, Denny thought to himself. He waited for her to do her thing, and watched as she swung several times on the man pinning him. The guy groaned from the pain and released Denny. The demon gasped momentarily for air and he looked at Mira.
For just a second, a thought went through his head. Her attack was a betrayal to the others. She betrayed the group for him. Well, maybe for herself, but likely for him as well. He frowned. Nobody has done anything like that for him, and for somebody to do that now was... Odd. He surely didn't deserve it, but his demon self figured he might as well take advantage of it. His more 'human side' of him whispered deep within him, "But don't take advantage of her..."
Denny blinked himself quickly out of these thoughts and saw as the men started to turn towards Mira. Both seemed equally shocked by her betrayal. And that shock was just what Denny needed.
He hadn't necessarily wanted to kill any of them in front of Mira. If she wasn't there, he probably gladly would have, but she was there, and that complicated things. He still had her knife, he realized. An aim for the correct area would kill a man in an moments, but Denny didn't want either of them dead. He was hesitating. Denizio Tyrone Valtrone was not a demon known for hesitating. It was completely out of character.
Just as the men looked like they were about to attack Mira, Denny made his decision. He grabbed one of them roughly, and with his extra demonic strength chucked the human head first into the wall, and the guy slumped down to the ground in defeat. The other man, Denny quickly stabbed the knife into his side and heard him cry out. Denny pushed him causing him to fall over, and took the knife out. He grabbed Mira's wrist attempting to escape the room quickly. He hoped she would follow with him, after what he just did,
Each of the men had a chance to live or die. The answer to that depended heavily on the group's medical skills. Denny inwardly hoped he hadn't killed two men in front of Mira...
For just a second, a thought went through his head. Her attack was a betrayal to the others. She betrayed the group for him. Well, maybe for herself, but likely for him as well. He frowned. Nobody has done anything like that for him, and for somebody to do that now was... Odd. He surely didn't deserve it, but his demon self figured he might as well take advantage of it. His more 'human side' of him whispered deep within him, "But don't take advantage of her..."
Denny blinked himself quickly out of these thoughts and saw as the men started to turn towards Mira. Both seemed equally shocked by her betrayal. And that shock was just what Denny needed.
He hadn't necessarily wanted to kill any of them in front of Mira. If she wasn't there, he probably gladly would have, but she was there, and that complicated things. He still had her knife, he realized. An aim for the correct area would kill a man in an moments, but Denny didn't want either of them dead. He was hesitating. Denizio Tyrone Valtrone was not a demon known for hesitating. It was completely out of character.
Just as the men looked like they were about to attack Mira, Denny made his decision. He grabbed one of them roughly, and with his extra demonic strength chucked the human head first into the wall, and the guy slumped down to the ground in defeat. The other man, Denny quickly stabbed the knife into his side and heard him cry out. Denny pushed him causing him to fall over, and took the knife out. He grabbed Mira's wrist attempting to escape the room quickly. He hoped she would follow with him, after what he just did,
Each of the men had a chance to live or die. The answer to that depended heavily on the group's medical skills. Denny inwardly hoped he hadn't killed two men in front of Mira...
FaithWynters
The Cuppycakecreep
The merciless beating had done the job, and soon enough, the man had released the grip on Denny’s throat. She still held the weapon in her hand, brandishing it like a sword to ward off other attackers. She watched as the younger boy got up and stared at her for a moment. He was in shock at what she had done. To tell the truth, she was too. Her hands shook, and the only thing that kept her from dropping the chair was the fact that she kept swinging it at the man to keep him away from her. She feared that one of these times the chair would slip out of her hand and hit someone—it would leave her without a weapon.
Instead of worrying about Denny, it seemed that the two had turned all of their attention towards her. She watched them with an unfaltering stare. It was strange that they had brought no weapons, but it was lucky for her. She wouldn’t have been able to fight two grown men off on her own. From any bystander’s perspective, this sight probably would have made them laugh: A young girl fighting off two large men with a metal chair like she was some sort of lion tamer at the zoo. She swung the chair once and landed a good hit; there was now a dent in the backrest.
Before she can make any more moves, Denny grabs the one still upright and throws him into the wall. His strength surprises her. What surprises her more is watching him stick the knife in the other’s gut. She feels her own stomach curl and there is the slightest hint of regret. Had she made the right choice with letting him out of his ropes? She had never killed someone before, but this man did it without a thought. Absently, she dropped the chair and it made a loud clatter as it came to rest on the floor. She jumped at the noise she had just made.
When Denny grabbed Mira’s wrist, her mind went nuts. Half of her told herself that she should yank her arm away and run, and the other half told her that this strength would protect her. She didn’t know what to feel, so she did the only think that had continuity between the two. Run. So, with Denny grasping her wrist, she ran with him out of the door. She looked around silently; trying to remember which way was out.
“This way.” She could see the others running down the length of the storage area. They had to beat them to the doors. They had guns. “Run and don’t stop for anything” Mira gave one last point at the doorways and started running down the aisles and toward the exit. If any of the others caught them down this long stretch of shelving, it was a straight shot for them to hit and kill. Mira really didn’t want that to happen.
Instead of worrying about Denny, it seemed that the two had turned all of their attention towards her. She watched them with an unfaltering stare. It was strange that they had brought no weapons, but it was lucky for her. She wouldn’t have been able to fight two grown men off on her own. From any bystander’s perspective, this sight probably would have made them laugh: A young girl fighting off two large men with a metal chair like she was some sort of lion tamer at the zoo. She swung the chair once and landed a good hit; there was now a dent in the backrest.
Before she can make any more moves, Denny grabs the one still upright and throws him into the wall. His strength surprises her. What surprises her more is watching him stick the knife in the other’s gut. She feels her own stomach curl and there is the slightest hint of regret. Had she made the right choice with letting him out of his ropes? She had never killed someone before, but this man did it without a thought. Absently, she dropped the chair and it made a loud clatter as it came to rest on the floor. She jumped at the noise she had just made.
When Denny grabbed Mira’s wrist, her mind went nuts. Half of her told herself that she should yank her arm away and run, and the other half told her that this strength would protect her. She didn’t know what to feel, so she did the only think that had continuity between the two. Run. So, with Denny grasping her wrist, she ran with him out of the door. She looked around silently; trying to remember which way was out.
“This way.” She could see the others running down the length of the storage area. They had to beat them to the doors. They had guns. “Run and don’t stop for anything” Mira gave one last point at the doorways and started running down the aisles and toward the exit. If any of the others caught them down this long stretch of shelving, it was a straight shot for them to hit and kill. Mira really didn’t want that to happen.
goldcat16471
=^.^=
Denny noticed the way Mira looked when he stabbed the man. Her face was appalled. Denny felt his stomach sink from the look. They didn't have time to dread on it however, so Denny grabbed her wrist, trying to get her to move.
Mira seemed undecided for just a moment, but then she complied. They ran out of the room together, and she guided them through the store. Denny kept his grip on her, making sure neither if them lost pace, or got split up.
Suddenly, Denny saw the other group members coming, and they were armed. His right hand clenched the bloody knife in case another fight was to follow. He knew guns won over knives any day, but he wouldn't give up, especially if Mira's life was on the line. Denny wasn't as afraid for his own self. He had more strength in him, and could probably live through a bullet wound, so long as not getting shot in the head or heart. Mira, on the other hand, could get badly hurt if shot.
Once the two of them reached the long aisles towards the exit, Mira pointed and told him to run, and don't stop. Denny nodded in agreement, and in order to make sure she was out first, he pushed her ahead of him, and ran behind her. They sprinted, and dodged shelves. Denny could hear the group in pursuit. Loud voices filled the room as they were barking orders back and forth. A small thought in the back of Denny's head wondered if there would be monsters waiting for them outside. He wanted to warn Mira, but too much was happening to get a chance.
Denny and Mira were nearing the exit. He was counting the steps left to reach the door. They were so close. He heard a gunshot go off, and for just the shortest moment he panicked thinking it'd hit Mira. Luck was on there side though, as it just whizzed just inches above Denny's head. The group must've been starting to rush, trying to get a shot in, and didn't take the time to carefully aim.
Denny hit into the door slightly, and in a smooth motion, opened it and pushed Mira and him outside. With one swift glance Denny noted it was just as gloomy as ever, and it appeared to be in the evening, though there wasn't any creatures gathering... Yet. He looked back towards the store, and saw the group had not given up their pursuit. He looked at Mira urgently, then kept running hard, adrenaline coursing through him.
Mira seemed undecided for just a moment, but then she complied. They ran out of the room together, and she guided them through the store. Denny kept his grip on her, making sure neither if them lost pace, or got split up.
Suddenly, Denny saw the other group members coming, and they were armed. His right hand clenched the bloody knife in case another fight was to follow. He knew guns won over knives any day, but he wouldn't give up, especially if Mira's life was on the line. Denny wasn't as afraid for his own self. He had more strength in him, and could probably live through a bullet wound, so long as not getting shot in the head or heart. Mira, on the other hand, could get badly hurt if shot.
Once the two of them reached the long aisles towards the exit, Mira pointed and told him to run, and don't stop. Denny nodded in agreement, and in order to make sure she was out first, he pushed her ahead of him, and ran behind her. They sprinted, and dodged shelves. Denny could hear the group in pursuit. Loud voices filled the room as they were barking orders back and forth. A small thought in the back of Denny's head wondered if there would be monsters waiting for them outside. He wanted to warn Mira, but too much was happening to get a chance.
Denny and Mira were nearing the exit. He was counting the steps left to reach the door. They were so close. He heard a gunshot go off, and for just the shortest moment he panicked thinking it'd hit Mira. Luck was on there side though, as it just whizzed just inches above Denny's head. The group must've been starting to rush, trying to get a shot in, and didn't take the time to carefully aim.
Denny hit into the door slightly, and in a smooth motion, opened it and pushed Mira and him outside. With one swift glance Denny noted it was just as gloomy as ever, and it appeared to be in the evening, though there wasn't any creatures gathering... Yet. He looked back towards the store, and saw the group had not given up their pursuit. He looked at Mira urgently, then kept running hard, adrenaline coursing through him.
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