07-31-2008, 09:40 PM
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His hand reached up after a moment, scratching at his ear, digging at his neck in a harsher fashion than he should have. Then she spoke, his hand froze, claws dug into his skin. The whisper stopped then, suffocated in silence, and he rocked forward once. "He'll hurt you." The whisper came again, spoke once, twice, over and over again until the point that silence hit again. His arm to the ground, trailing a small stream of blood with it, small marks that he had left in his own neck. His body shifted, easing him across the ground to turn and face her. His face was still, eyes full of worry and fright. Almost calmly, he leaned forward, and yelled. "He'll hurt you!" |