#dftr1

Pat grabbed Griffon’s hand as soon as she said she would come help, picking up the first aid kit as they started racing towards the AH offices. They didn’t get that far, however, as Jack was lying in the corridor.

[text:ragecute] sorry, shit’s been crazy this week

Having parked up and allowed Michael to get out of the car, though not without a lot of warning and the typical ‘I swear if you die I’m going to kill you’ talk, Jeremy waited for him to go off before he got out himself. Though he was still slightly annoyed at Burnie he thought it best that he wasn’t left alone either, this was going to be hard on both of the men considering they were used to Michael being in control of Mogar. They all were.

He had no idea where Burnie was in this exact moment, no idea if he was back at the office or running after Hullum like a mad man but all he knew was that he was going to find him. Taking a deep breath Jeremy closed his eyes and began to focus. He let his mind form a clear picture of Burnie; glasses, hair-- no horns this time. He wasn’t letting his anger get in the way. A few moments later a feeling almost like air rushing past surrounded Jeremy, the man holding his breath as he did so because God damn it was weird.

Everything was different. As he ran down the street, Matt could feel himself getting stronger. Rage flowed through his body, pounding in his heart and screaming in his mind. Somewhere, back beyond the haze, he knew Burnie was waiting for him. But how could he look Burnie in the eye after all of that? He was a fucking monster, no one would want that back.

A scream tore itself from his throat. It shattered the windows of the surrounding buildings and shook the very earth. But still he ran. He ran until he couldn’t recognize the buildings around him, he ran until his heart felt ready to claw itself out of his chest. A trail of wrecking followed after him, crushed cars and windows marking his journey.