#ablehearted

    She had to make her distress look believable. Although it was all an act, the blood smeared across Sara’s cheeks was real, taken from the rotting corpse of a deer and used to splatter her, to decorate her body in the lies she breathed. Her shirt and pants were torn, but her red jacket remained practically untouched, save for the few streaks of blood soaking into the fabric. Stumbled along an unmarked path, she was told there were members of the Whitetail militia patrolling the area. It would not be long before they came across her, eager to rescue the poor girl who looked as though she’d been attacked by an animal. Even if they saw through her lies, it wouldn’t matter. The hunters who followed behind her, concealed in the trees, moving swiftly and silently, would shoot them down before they had the chance to call for help. 

    Sara continued on, fulfilling her purpose, playing the role of bait and weapon for the eldest Seed, and she tried not to think of the inevitable end of so many lives. She tried to push it away, to tell herself it was for the greater good, it was to protect her new family. But her conflicting thoughts were stopped short when she heard a rustle in the trees. Trembling legs halted and she put on the face of a fearful woman, the distress painted plainly on her expression. 

HE LOOKS like an apathetic KILLER, slashed and digging his blade into the SCREAMING man beneath him with next to no reaction. CIGARETTE between his lips still until the man YELPS AND SCREAM obscenities about Karter’s ‘SINNER’ nature and how he won’t ‘make it into the EDEN’ with how he’s behaving but it falls ENTIRELY upon deaf ears as Karter CARVES and CARVES until the man eventually PASSES out from the agony he’s suffering.

“Good–––”

HE GRUNTS quietly as the man finally shuts up and he PUNCTUATES the last of his carving with a small grumble.

“Whiny lil bitch was gettin’ on m’nerves anyhow.”

          he  had  the  energy  to  keep  on  moving  but  the  pain  was  nearly  unbearable .  growing  up  in  seventies / eighties  rome ,  years  of  service ,  and  the  homeless  shelter  ---  it  all  hardened  his  reaction  to  pain  and  yet ,  bullet  shots  and  knife  cuts  seemed  to  be  nothing  against  the  bite  of  a  beast .  jacob  sat  down ,  back  leaned  against  the  wall  of  an  empty  church-like  building  as  his  hand  pressed  onto  the  BLEEDING  WOUND  on  his  leg .  just  a  couple  of  minutes ,  he  thought  to  himself  when  he  suddenly  grabbed  his  gun .           ❝  i  hear  ya ,  ❞          he  spoke  to  the  sound  of  approaching  footsteps  and  fought  his  way  back  up  onto  his  feet .

okay but this is literally holden too. these two are 2 soft for this

Something happens when I hold him He keeps my heart from getting broken When the days get short and the nights get a little bit frozen We hold each other

       ❝  Rachel was seventeen when he found her,  ❞

       Murmured she, as soft as she had been on that day but with  SHARPER TEETH,  a picture of the memory of the dead girl she carried on her back. Faith did not look at him, but diligently she watched through the space in her window, the skies shifting to accomodate the hours, blinking black and blue, fresh light and dark shadows. Poetic, almost. On another day she might’ve mused on it.

        ❝  Already crawling in the dirt, like a  worm,  looking for something. She had been ostracised by her community. Her parents, her friends  ...  She turned to a needle for help. She wanted to die, but every time, she would wake up in the same place she had drifted.  ❞

       Gentle fingertips reached to wind through his hair, nails dragging circles upon his scalp. There was confliction in her countenance  ;   was a saviour still a saviour if to drag her from one abyss he flung her willingly into another ?  Was the bliss as evil as the old sting of heroin if it kept her lucid ?  Improved the world ?  Faith smiled.

        ❝  But then, there was Joseph, and he told her that she was special.  Beautiful.  He took Rachel and he put his faith in her until Faith was all that was left.  ❞

        And that  ...  that wasn’t  RIGHT,  was it ?  Her jaw tensed, gripped by an icy terror. She knew the feeling of it intimately, the wild call screaming for her to  RUNRUNRUN,  like ever she would.

Alex had been about to place weight on his left leg, the one that had suffered multiple fractures, until Holden reminds him not to. His other foot was also in terrible shape but it at least could handle some weight. He mostly slides into the tub, with help from Holden and as soon as he does he hisses, curling in on himself. He’s not entirely aware of everything that’s happened in the past couple of weeks but he’s starting to remember more at least. He’s far more cognizant of his surroundings, of Holden, but he’s struggling.

It burns to know he’s repeated questions numerous times, unable to remember Holden answering. Even the man’s name had been forgotten between conversations but now he can hold onto it. Which he does. 

The lapses in memory terrify him.

“It’s fine.” Alex murmurs, keeps his head down and legs pulled up close to himself despite the angry pain it puts on his injuries. He’s forced to keep a grip on Holden, even when he’s fully seated because he doesn’t trust himself to remain upright. The water isn’t warm enough to blame for the flush on his face. It’s not that he minds being helped, but he’s embarrassed by the vulnerability of it all. Still unused to everything, and especially to being naked around someone else. Each time the flayed skin from John was revealed, or the remaining ink yet to be flayed he would pointedly avoid looking at that part of his body. Be it his forearms, his thighs, wherever.

There was also his general discomfort with being undressed, even if they’d known each other for a while now, because Alex couldn’t remember most of that time. He glances up when Holden speaks, checking in on him and he nods his head.

“It’s fine.” He repeats, watches as some of the scabbed blood flakes off. Most of it had soaked into the bandages. It’s a miracle he’s alive but Alex doesn’t believe in those. He wonders if Holden does. “Are you religious Holden?” He’s not sure if he’s asked this before.