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“ MARTYN! ”
His voice rang like the bullet in his ear. Ringing piercing his senses.
All he could do was silently watch as it went through his ear and out the other side of his head.
Didn’t even care as the whine of pure distress teared through his chest.
God knows what the f-ck happened.
Seasons of he life seri- no. Hermit- no. What.
Why.
It
Why did he remember it all. What was “it all”? Who was he? Where was he even?
Though those two last ones answered very quickly.
Heightened hearing, smell, eyes suited for the dark hunts through pitch black forests. A red cape wrapped around his shoulders laying heavy, crown adorn his head, glasses shaded his eyes from the harsh sun- where’s the sun? His hair was long and draping his shoulders and almost down to his hips.
A familiar name came to mind.
Ren. The red king
But that was- was? Is? When..
Like that f-cking mattered.
The ring still pierced his ears. He saw the… “bullet” (?) go through him as his body started to fall.
Blood- no green. Red? What.. wait hold on!- splattered the air and onto the ground.
The man had long blond hair now stained into one side with dark whine red and.. wait can you hold on a second what is?!- a bandana tied it out his face. A bright green sweater so recognisable.
Martyn..
Martyn was shot.
But it didn’t write any message in the cha-
Message? What. Why would it be written in a. What chat? What am I thinking?! What is happening to my mind?!-
His body went limp as it hit the grass patched ground.
Without any other thoughts he clung his body to him. Grabbing him near to his chest.
Like that was gonna help
“Martyn?! Martyn what- who did-“ the distressed whine tore through his chest again.
Martyn’s eyes were cloudy. Not those lively beautiful eyes he got to look at through dark nights planning, adoring them through campfire light and being called out for being too close to his hand.
That didn’t matter right now.
He was shot
He felt the dent in his head where the bull- what was it? UGH it’s too complex! Dent where ‘it’ had shot through. Blood dripped through his finger tips. He was bleeding so so so much. Too much!
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Ren raised his gaze to the thing that “spoke”… eyes
Eyes
Eyes? Eyes
The eyes
Eyes
EYES
Eyes
Eyes
EYES
EYES
EYES
Eyes. Eyes gazed at him and all to see. Far more than he could ever think of.
His mind Burned . Like a kettle left on far too long.
Watchers. Those were watchers weren’t they?
Purple and that… that symbols over their.. face? Was it a face?
When they had spoken he didn’t see any indication they had moved their mouth.
Wait. They weren’t gazing him.
Martyn. They were only gazing Martyn
Why? What..
“Martyn wha-“
Blood? No…. No it wasn’t. Green. Like music chords poured out his mind. Like a gash was split straight through the middle of his head.
Whatever it was, it poured towards the watchers.
They opened their palms and waiting for it to drip in.
“I…. I don’t let you… s- stop”
That was enough for him to take action.
Gripping a hand around his head he ran.
Wolf hybrids are good at running. (Especially when their tails are tucked between their legs it seemed
His arms burned with soreness and pain as he took all he cared for in his arms.
Whatever the hell was going on there. Martyn didn’t want it. A king must care for their hand after all.
A hole.
Probably from old- new? Old. Happened. No happening wait…. Never mind. Probably made from cross fire. TNT does leave a good chunk of holes after all.
Ducking into the hole he hid. From the corner of his eye he saw the sky file with eyes. Eyes. EYES. TOO MANY EYES - eyes.
He forced his head away for the sight. It was horrifyingly good at drawing him in closer and closer but he relented.
God blood. Why so much of it? Well of course he knew why but… why Martyn.
“Sorry for the fallowing language laddie but what the f-ck is out there?! What is happening?!” He whined as he grappled for spare clothe he knew he kept on his person at all times when he was… is. The red king.
Martyn just seemed to wince at everything. Turning his head away from him. Starting to claw and scratch at the gash on either side of his head. How was he living still? Luckily the gash a-top his head had seemed clos-.. “stoped”. Green still splattered and a little collected at the tip of his nose tills it dropped like a water drop from a newly turned off sink. Yet he kept clawing at his ear and below the ear on the other side. Where it had gone through. The blood smeared and he kept digging his nails as his brow kept furrowing, teeth gritting.
“Mar- Martyn stop that. You’re hurting yourself”
Clearly that didn’t do anything. Blood continued to pour and he kept digging it, starting to pull and almost rip at the edges. Discomfort rising in his throat and a tear started to drop
“Martyn, laddie, hand, stop it! You’re seriously injuring yourself. Quit.”
Ren’s hands were firm and stronger. Pulling his hands away from himself. Which took a surprising amount of strength
Martyn pulled and squirmed. Trying to get out desperately. Wanting to almost claw his skin off it seemed. Tears kept running as his hands shoved and pulled the best they could out of Rens tight hold, yet failed to break free
Ren out of panic grabbed a piece of ripped cloth he had on him. Tieing them behind Martyn
Martyn writhed. Gritting his teeth and sound of whining and discomfort and pain tore in his chest. So desperately wanting to get out of the cloth and wanting to scratch more and more
Why? Ren didn’t know. But he knew it hurt him.
What tied his hands was a teared piece of leather, good for holding in large wounds blood. But he knew he had better cloth on him some where if he remembered last he was alive here.
Seems he was right.
Using any strength he could to hold Martyn’s writhing, squirming, snapping, twitching body as still as possibly. Legs wrapped tightly around his abdomen, Martyn’s back pressed tightly against Rens chest, one hand around his jaw squeezing so tightly to hold him still Ren was afraid his claws would pierce or scratch him. The final hand wrapped the cloth as tightly and as safely as he could.
Martyn’s body continued to fight against him the best it could.
Ren was completely in the dark to what the hell was going on.
He heard “voices” in the distance discussing that it’s best to take it slow, ‘let them think they can escape or get better before we catch them. There’s really not that much space to cover with the border intact. And if we some how can’t find them the dogs of war can’
Dogs of war..? Pearl? No. No no no. It can’t. If she’s after us it’s no way it’s her. Sure she’s insane but. But not like this.
Martyn started to move slower. Twitching at any sound. Breath still hitching and erratic but slowing.
“Martyn..?” Ren tried in his most silent voice he could bring while being so near to him.
Martin still winced. Then took a deep breath and nodded slowly.
“What… happened..?”
“Far….. Far too much.”
Can’t exactly complain at that. But he still didn’t like it
Martyn knew everything. Would go on and on and on for hours with Ren. At least.. at least back at the castle he would. When they first met he was like a clam. Then he’d talk on and on. Even if Ren barely got what he meant half the time. But. If they’re back here. And he’s silent.
It was all so wrong
Martyn was still crying. Staring loosely at the floor like the world was slipping from his grasp.
Eyes fading in and out of colour
“They’re…. Too near”
Near?
craaaack
F-ck
All he could think was to run
Grabbing at Martyn the best he could. Martyn’s body almost swayed and gave up like it had gone completely limp and dead. Martyn only roughly breathing and grumbling in pain, he was still actively bleeding after all
The more he ran, the more that…….. hey. What was after his mind
“Mi’ lord! Come on! Cath up!” The laughter was so sweet, water splashing across his every move
“Oh don’t be that confident laddie!” He called as he made a big splash of water go all over Martyn. Soaking from head to toe
Martyn making a fake offended scoff at him, then ran at him splashing even more water on him.
Complete water war unfolded in their little river. Hustling and rustling in the wild water. Laughter filling the warm air around them.
Splashing so much that they ended up tripping over a set of rocks.
Ren ending up pinned under Martyn who’d fallen. Both dripping like a wet cat, just a few inches away from each other’s face. Their laughter had momentarily fallen as they had as well. Now only their breath accompanied them. Staring so lovely into each others eyes.
Silently they knew… they knew what the other wanted. Bringing each other closer together, so close the room between their lips finally closed. Closing their eyes and enjoying.
Rens fluffy tail wagged and splashed water under them
-
The night was chill. Careing the last bit of warmth in the swishes of passing winds.
Curled up side by side as the fire silently crackled infront of them. Ren humming lowly a half forgotten tune under his breathe. Martyn snuggled under his chin so comfortably.
Holding each other’s hands, happy with their status of both the king and his hand. But also the status of boyfriends now. Ever since the kiss at the river they were splashing around in
It was nice and calm.
Ren was so sorry for what his next command would be.
-
Close to that fire place night. Ren made his command.
‘Raise your blade to my throat my hand’
Martyn hadn’t liked that command. Didn’t like it one bit. But he did it. He did it none the less, Ren swearing on his last life nothing would change when he came back and that Martyn didn’t have to worry one bit.
When Ren came back he immediately went out to the alter, finding Martyn on his knees tear struck. He didn’t lie that he hated that command
Even if Ren had just died. He held Martyn so tightly like he was the one dying.
Martyn kept apologising
Ren insisting he didn’t need to apologise, he was okay no matter what and he just fallowed his command. Ren apologising for laying such a cruel task on his shoulders and swore to never think about anything like that ever again.
-
Even if it was probably wrong. He couldn’t help but watch him at least a little bit from afar.
The southlanders also had such a fascinating set of towers. Even if it wasn’t the prettiest sight.
That beautiful blond certainly made up for that. So sure, maybe he did spend a bit too long staring at the enemy, so sue him. His enemy was hot! Not his fault
-
A cult? That’s not what he expected
“So. The “cult”. Do you like.. yk actual mean it all? The shadows?” Ren tiled his head like a curious dog. One ear dropped and the other stood taller
“Of course. I have the full intent to watch the server burn around us” Martyn said this with such a solid tone and slight slight smile Ren couldn’t help but let his tail catch up in at least a little bit of speed.
“You’re rather confident. But I did join in with the shadow, so nothing but praise when I say that.” Ren said with a silent smile creeping up
“Heh, we’ll thank you mi’ lord ” Martin said with a theatrical bow. Pulling a laugh out of both of them.
Something… something about those words tugged at him. But why-
-
Hm. Was this wrong?
Scot held his bow string with mighty power.
Even as distant memories of… a child, running. Flicked through his mind. Red life after all, it was Scot and him to the death now that Pearl and Martyn died. Scot was very good at archery. He felt like prey being hunted.
Even with all all all of that. Those…. Those two words still rang.
‘Mi’ lord’
If he could hear those words one last time from Martyn’s lips, he’d be more than happy.
He ran with all he had, his legs burned at him. Feeling like they were being torn apart.
Arrow after arrow shot past him. One or two or three scraped past him drawing the faintest line of blood.
He felt the whine in his chest want to bleed out of him as well. But he surprised it. Mind and heart racing like all hell, but the only thing that kept him sane-
‘-thank you mi’ lord’
Why did he want those words so bad?? Sure he was an attractive fellow so it could have just been the attention but… no something about those words felt so intentional and he felt it tug into his heart
It tugged and tugged. Even as the final arrow struck
-
Hm. Saying him and bigB were anything but team mates was wrong. Well, sure they were also very dear friends now but 1 that happens when you’re life is bound together and 2 that’s normal for Ren and his team mates in general
They weren’t as close as some other were
I mean look at the ranchers alone. Soul bound, teammates and boyfriends.
And yeah Big B and him had agreed that if they fell in love it was cool and they could see other people just tell eachother yk? Whatever mess one of em get into the other gets dragged along two so
It wasn’t like whatever he was doing was against the rules they’d set. He didn’t really know why he felt so upset
It.. he wasn’t sure what “it” was. But it didn’t feel right! Something was off, really off
He didn’t know what it was but he didn’t like it at all. He felt. Idk, lied to? Betrayed? Not trusted? Hurt? Angry? Sad? Worried? Ugh it all just spun in his head
He’d walked off into a silent part of the forest, he’d made a small ring of lights around him and his sword by his side. The stars shined and twinkled and he watched them with worry-sum sorrow
A loud whine catching in his throat like an upset puppy.
“Ren you okay?”
Snapping his head back stood a green dressed, head band wearing Martyn.
Normally he should be taking his sword up but.. he didn’t
He shrugged his shoulders in response and continued to hang his head low, looking off and away at the ground beneath him. Martyn approaching slowly and slumping beside him, sword also right by his side like a practiced motion
“Well that’s not like you. What’s the matter?”
“We arent team mates last I checked, you fishing an already low man for black mail Martyn? Isn’t that even a bit low for you?” He said with a half forced teasing tone
Martyn smiled, just lightly. The somber type of smile that carried such bitter sweet fondness to it. Ren’s tail clearly picking up on that and rhythmically thumping against the grass. “No im not here for black mail Ren. I saw you all slumped in, got worried and then well… heard your whine and couldn’t stop myself from coming over and checking on you so I guess… what’s up my dude.?”Martyn finished the last words in a unsure tone, managing to snag a small giggle of a huff out the hybrid
“Idk man. Somethings up with bigB and I don’t like it.. yk how when you get closer to you’re soul bound, like physically and you can sometimes feel what their feeling?”
“Yeah..?” Martyn turned his head in curiosity, a worried look plastered on his face.
“He… idk. When he gets near this almost shameful guilt swells up. And I got worried for him dude. Of course I did! So, I kind half fallowed him to see if he was hiding or being forced to do something he wasn’t cool with and.. man idk what I saw or heard but I… I don’t like it. Sure both of us made it clear that if we were into any dudes, girls or non of the binary’s then like, cool good for them yk? But.. he just.. it. He did it in a way that felt wrong and idk what to feel dude.” Ren’s ears almost completely pinned back flat against his head. Hanging it so low, his tail had stopped thumping somewhere along the explanation.
Martyn put a reassuring hand on his shoulder, eyes so somber and understating. “Hey I’ve been through the tuff times of being soul bound, Trust me! I get it. But you’re strong, and clever and kind and always know how to talk through things dude. I know you can make it work Ren.” His voice was so filled with sweet sweet kindness and fluff. Something very rare to find here unless you got real lucky with who you got parred with.
Ren couldn’t stop himself when he nose dived into the crook of Martyn’s neck, wrapping his arms around him so tightly, a slight whine escaped him at the gentle reassurance.
Martyn was taken aback for a sec then slowly wrapped Ren up in his own arms. Silently letting his hand pull through Rens hair in a calming fashion, finger tips getting stuck on a few small knots untangling them gently. Head leaned against Rens. So silently comforting. Something so familiar and home like about it.
“I’m sure you’ll make through all of it…. Mi’ lord ” he said the last two words in an almost shameful mumble.
Yet… Rens tail just sped up, side to side so fast and exited like it had been waiting for those exact words. Ren felt his checks blush
“I um.. I recognise those words…”
“I…… you do..?”
“Yeah… yeah i think I do”
He felt Martyn’s hands tighten around him. He didn’t know why but… he liked it. So he did the same back.
This whole situation was probably hypocritical of him considering why he was upset but….. hell what did it matter right now. Like Martyn said, he’d talk it through right?
“Hey.. hey ren?”
He tried to answer him
“… Ren?”
Why couldn’t he answer?
“…”
“Ren please wake up. I tried to get you out of their haze the best I could I just… I’m too weak to do more please wake up”
His eyes snapped open from the previous state he thought was already open.
He was heaving heavy breaths. Martyns still slight grayed eyes looked up at him
Martyn was lying on his back against grass and Ren oddly bent over him, also sitting down, putting his weight in his arms over Martyn.
“You… heh, you stumbled a bit there but kept running. Haven’t seen someone be able to know a forest so well they could run through it with no eye sight as they got taken by watchers replaying memories and working through the haze of being so physically near them…. We’re um… we’re in one of the dog warts forests. The small little hide-y place we found that was good for hunting if you couldn’t tell” Martyn said these words with such a bitter sweet somber tone to him. Ren didn’t like it at all, he missed his confident little trickster who could never back down from a fight not…. Not a bleeding hand in his own hands.
“Their… still after us aren’t they?”
“After me” Martyn stubbornly corrected
“Dude. If anything is after you, it’s after me two. I’m going down with you.” Even if Martyn was stubborn, Ren has always been more stubborn.
Martyn gave a sigh of a hollow laugh, such a sad sad somber smile. Eyes gently crinkled at the edges. Ren didn’t like it, reminded him of the beheading day, which he knew Martyn had been completely distraught by even if he tried to hide it before and during it.
“I’m sorry. Idk why I brought you back now and here. It just…. I don’t know if I could do it myself yk?” His voice started to go small and fragile, tears starting to form
“Don’t apologise hand. Tell me, is your head hurting, since well, you did get shot after all”
Seems all Ren could properly do right now was worry
“I’ll be fine. Really. After all these seasons and series. I’m used to it. It won’t do anything to me. They just want to take me. And… and..”
“….. and what?”
“I… I don’t know. But I sure as hell won’t be allowed to be a player any more. And if I am allowed it won’t be as free as it has been by now. Which says a lot considering all the chains so far any way. And I.. I don’t think I’ll be allowed to see you any more. I just pray to f-ck that you aren’t an npc and actually have some sort of soul in you. Which by the way you always remember ‘mi’ lord’ in the life series, you shouldn’t be a npc…. I hope.”
Wasn’t that a new fear unlocked.. in multiple ways really, even if he had no clue what most of that meant, speaking of
“Martyn… what does any of that mean? I mean I… I think I know what a watcher is-“
“You know as fast as you’ve seen them that’s why you know”
“Alright well that explains that still just… What the f-ck is going on Martyn?” He demanded, even if he felt guilt to demand such a thing from his… team mate? Lover? Neighbour? Friend? He didn’t even know that any more. So many different… “versions” snapped in his head.
“Does um… does your memory feel like different like… “you’s”, if that makes some level of sense.”
“Well. Partly. Some at least. Some more than others”
“Well that’s my fault. Almost nabbed the wrong version of you so kinda mixed your memory”
“What? Version of- what are you on about Martyn?”
“It… I’m sorry I’m just..” his breathe hitched and his eyes slowly shut
“Okay okay, breath. We’ll um. We’ll solve it as we go. Just deep breathes.” He started to slowly rub small circles in his chest. His breathing did seem to calm a bit but a hitch or two were still present
“R… ren… promise to tell the truth…. Out of your memories … what games no… what memories that fit together feel the most familiar to you?” He sounded like he had to push the words out like he was afraid of them
Ren took a deep breath and thought. Starring silently at Martyn. Feeling such large comfort in the silent touch on his chest.
“The… the memories where theirs so… some sort of challenge on our… “being alive”ness. If that makes any sense..?”
Martyn for a slight second gave a small huff at the lack of words, an accompanying smile tugged at his lips “heh “being alive” ness… so, life series… thank heaven.” The smile grew a little wider with a silent tear making its way down his cheek
Ren wiped it away so gently, like if he was even a little bit less gentle Martyn would shatter like active cooling glass being put in too low a temperature water too fast.
“Is that.. is that the right answer….?”
“Any answer would be right really but…. This is my favourite answer….. mi’ lord.”
Such a silent joy over that word really.
How I’d wish they could stay in that joy.
Snap
It was rather silent and still pretty far away but Rens ears still swivelled to where the sound of a branch snapping seemed to come from. They were approaching far too close
His mind started to slightly burn at the edges. What did that even mean? What does any of this mean ?! Why is this all trapped yet moving and having to listen to-
‘Affects of being near watcher’ got it now. That means they’re even closer than his mind deceived- no thought. Thinks? Think. THINK
Run
“Mi’ lord their too near a- and I still can’t move through the pain”
Run
Wasn’t that an obvious solution? But to where. Anywhere from where he’d woken at least. That’s where the “larger” or. Was it smaller? it had shifted and rippled like water when you watched it and grew and went smaller like a pulse- it was more powerful non the less. Clearly sending the weaker to go after mart- no, them
His mind raced. They approached the border far too quickly for his liking. He saw the eyes. EYES. Yes, eyes. Eyes fallowing and trailing after them yet still not have quite find the exact of where they were.
Martyn was still silently crying as he got carried through the plains and away from dog warts and fast as his legs kept in one working enough piece. His breath was ragged from the rough run. But now he flinched hardly, curling into a ball as his limbs went tighter, Ren just almost loosing grip
“R- mi lord. Run to the bored I can get you out. And you can pull me through. Even if the watchers made the borders they can’t go through them, others hold them away from what’s outside of the borders. Run my love” Martyn softly yet forcefully mumbled against his chest, the last three words going smaller and softer than the rest
No matter the pain pulling hot tears streaking Rens checks as he ran, legs begging and pleading with him to stop running and arms just as much distraught for him to put down such a heavy weight as a full grown man, but… he can’t help the skip in his heart of the gentle mumble of the words ‘my love’. So mundane or commonly compared of the ‘mi’ lord’ he usually got referred as.
He ran faster. He didn’t even know how. It hurt but he wanted to do it. Just so maybe he could wake up one more time with the words ‘my love’ get mumbled to him so softly yet again.
When the border wall finally approached enough. He had to slightly drop Martyn who could half wobble stand. His arms and legs were burning to death
“Could you um. Un-tie me please?”
Aha, right his hands. Welp, wopsie. Onto the task he went. Trying to be as gentle but also rather stressed to death as he untied him, no matter the gentle ness his claws still scraped here and there
Martyn took two rather wobbly steps, Rens hands shoot to hold him up but they got brush off by a swat of Martyns hand
Martyns jagged and worn hands placed against the walls of the border
The green that was still splattered across his face started to…. Glow? It got brighter. And so did his hands.
A thread. A thread so thin and broken but actively getting thicker, grab and swaying like the bars on a music sheet flowed to one ear and the others.
When it reached the shot ear it got almost static, shaky and breaking into shards, Martyn seemed to wince at it, as his ear started to bleed more and the skin rolled into it self. The other ear it had no such reaction. Instead glowing stronger
Wall bended and whirred in and out of barely see able colour, closer to something a shrimp could see. Shifting and pulsing
It bent and pushed around martyns fingers like hot melting glass
It clearly didn’t enjoy whatever it did and a silent hiss left from the wall which, how does a walls even f-cking not enjoy of hi-
.
.
SHATER
The wall cracked into thin thin glass like shards flying away from the break and out in a circle. Like it wanted to escape from martyns hands.
The broken cracks shattered and bent up the walls
The shards just… half hanging mid air?
There was still some sort of colour or wall left. Like a blue print where the pieces had just been pulled away
Martyn slumped his shoulders with a loud sigh and wobbled back. The green around him loosing its glow and the threads disappearing with a blink of the eye
“You um… what- how can you break the wall” Ren wasn’t really sure what to say really, who the hell did know what to say in a situation like this?
Martyn just half shrugged. Exhaustion and pain still hanging in his expression. His eyes in and out hazed like a gorey rhythm
“So you know mi’ lord. When you leave the wall. You can’t go back to the other side”
“Like we’d have to worry about that with those… things? Watchers? Creatures? Whatever.. those there.” Ren slightly grunted as his body still pleaded for rest and release while he took a step forward
“How do I pull you through? You said you can’t go yourself right?”
“Thats the plan” Martyn eyes had such a sorrow to them. Looking back one last time to the dog warts area. “Push yourself through with one arm, then step through.. to bring me through I guess. Just hold onto me as tight as you can, if part of you is on the other side and another part is here pulling me through the wall.. it should be easy… I think” seemed unsure but.. well not much time to seem unsure so we need to keep moving
Ren just nodded, silently processing it. With a heavy bearing heart, grabbed Martyns hand. A found loving smile he couldn’t quite push away the sadness for slipped onto his face. Martyn, a very similar expression the difference lying in the physical pain still striking him, green and blood still splashed on his face
Laying his free hand on the hole in the barrier. Pushing against it as he continued to stare into Martyns eyes, like if he let go of the sight of them he’d never see them again.
Holding on as tight as he can to Martyn he pushed through the Barrier, a cold rush of wind hit his skin on the other side, yet kept going.
His hole arm pushing through to the other side by the point he slowly started to drift his eyes to the wall
Chest and head soon to fall suit. Having to almost comically lift his leg through the whole and almost falling. He tugged his non free arm, Martyn standing closer now with the tug.
Finally Ren stood on the other side, one hand trying to pull Martyn in but, he felt a pull back.
When he looked behind him.
Martyn was crying, smiling so incredibly bitter sweetly yet.. crying. Worry swelled and ran in Rens chest.
He opened his mouth and spoke, asking if Martyn was okay and what was wrong yet. He didn’t hear a sound. Complete silence from himself even if he spoke
His hand tightened and he tried to pull Martyn closer to him to at least answer him incase he could hear him yet
.
.
He let go.
Ren fully on the other side. By himself.
Martyns smile grew larger, so sad and bitter like ground coffee beans yet warm and careing. The tears on his face grew larger quickly.
When Martyn had let go and Ren stood by himself, the hole had closed, the shatters wind back into their places.
Martyn drew in a heavy breath as the fear grew larger in Rens eyes, a hand placed up against the wall from the new found chill and lack of contact
“I um. I’m sorry Ren… they’re only after me yk I… couldn’t bring you with me.. Good bye my love. You’ve always been my favourite memory, still are. And before you ask, I can make it myself. I’ll walk back to the watcher myself. Talent of acting aye? Heh…. Only learnt from the best, you have always been a good teacher. Good bye my love… I’ll miss you”
… seems Martyn was the more stubborn one after all
The tears burned their way through Rens eyes. Hands going up and banging on the wall, lungs filling and deflating again and again rapidly. Not a sound. Martyn turning and walking away like perfectly nothing had happened. Ren screamed with his full lungs capability, screeching his throat.. yet not a sound.
He continued to scream his silent pleads to Martyn. Yet not a single move of a response
His lung heaved and his throat pleaded screeched, broke, cracked, and tore through screams of pain and pleads. Throat feeling like it filled with blood of pain and fear. But continued to scream, yet nothing was heard as the listener had turned his ear away
..
Falling to his knees. His heart sank into it self. Shards of his heart dug into his flesh and bone
He was gone to a fate he didn’t even know.
Play a f-cked up game win f-cked up prizes aye?