#forwearemany

It was getting worse, impossible to ignore the urges that told him to hunt and maim the little moth, but he knew he couldn’t. If he wanted any of his plans to succeed he had to keep Charlie’s trust, and as such, her annoying bug friend.

The pain of tearing flesh was intoxicating and the only thing that helped distract him from his own mind.

Whips, beatings, the searing pain of lead in his chest as his vision slowly darkened. They all swirled around at once in a turmoil as his body shook violently.

“Leave...or die.” It was a very real warning.

//emo-eating?

{Vaggie} "Don't you find being cat-called annoying though?" (@forwearemany)

@forwearemany

“... Does anyone else beside the politician know of this, Charlie?” Don’s tone was firm and grim as he examined his boss’s injuries, stoic eyes filled with tranquil fury as he did so. 

“You know we can’t let them get away with this, right? I don’t let those who hurt my allies and friends get away with their crimes.” He could feel his wrath flowing through his undead veins, but his ‘fury’ wasn’t aimed at Charlie, but at the demon that did this to her.

It seems a little kitty cat had wandered into the hotel, dragging in a small line of homemade bandages in her wake. She’d lost her second ‘home’ to a group of fellow orphans, so she had to find spare cloth in garbage cans to tend to her wounds. 

So, she went into the one place she knew wasn’t risky for her to be in, but she wasn’t going to allow herself to be seen. Get in, rest up, get out. A simple plan, in her eyes. 

However, she didn’t notice the bandages trailing behind her. It was a little too late to do anything about it when she heard footsteps approaching and the cat had to find a place to hide! Since she wasn’t a guest, not officially, she had no keys to any of the rooms. Thankfully, she found a supply closet she could squeeze into and quietly closed the door, unaware of the line of cloth that was sticking out from under the door.