#neutralfate

         On one hand, how dare the child throw something at him. That called for punching.

On the other,

holy shit would you look at the size of this new plush

stomping along the narrow corridors of mount massive, it’s too easy to find yourself going in circles. a left turn brings him to a row of cells. they’re much like the one he was trapped in only a day before. the orderlies liked to keep him in isolation. now he is out on the hunt. he’s sure they wish they would’ve been kinder, but there’s no time to listen to their screams. there’s a guard with blood on his cheeks and a missing shoe a few meters away. he scrambles to his feet at the sight of Walker, running to the closest wall and attempting to jump and get a hand on a window’s ledge. 

Chris dashes forward, his grip finding it’s way onto the man’s ankle. it’s so small between his hands. he could break them in half if he really wanted to. yanking with enormous strength, he forces the screeching guard onto his stomach upon the floor. the soldier’s foot is quick to place itself above the victim’s skull, before stomping down with all his might. a sickening crunch echoes through the room, telling Chris only thing. he removes his foot from what used to be a man’s head, eyes darting to the rest of the large cell block, and that’s when he sees someone. for a moment, he think it’s another hallucination from those horrid experiments, but blinking does not change what he lays his eyes on. it's a child. Chris sees a child, or someone very young at least. why would a child be apart of this disaster? he’s almost tempted to turn and walk away, pretend he never saw them, but instead, Chris stands still, unsure if they were real or a figment of his mind.  

A  child?       A child! 

A sight rare, uncommon, unseen!  Only ONE should linger in the Zones, the son of the Queen herself, a soft hearted prince, with no want other than his once beloved father returned to him. However, he was beyond the dangerous REACH of any Zone, and lie isolated, in his room, Within the Room itself.  There could be no way this child was another of Elohas’, and so, it leaves the merchant to wonder- how? Why?  

               This was no place for some so young, peril lie crouched and POISED at each and every corner.                   They sit, comforted in appearance at the edge of Library’s roof, small legs dangled over the edge                  as sun sinks below ocean of molten plastic. Grunt is soft as shoulder shrug straps off and down,                  meat-weighted bag set some distance behind him as his place is taken next to stranger, pallid hands                  tucked into lap. 

           ❝ OH GOD, NO. ❞ Hands tightly grabbing the wheel, he stared outside at the child, now sitting the street right in front of him. Where he driving just a bit faster, he would’ve launched this kid across the street and, who knows? Probably killed it. Immediately, he slammed the door open and jumping out of the vehicle. Once by the kid’s side, he saw it wasn’t dead. Maybe injured, but not dead.            ❝ Oh fuckin’ hell, are you okay?! Why the hell did you jump on the street like this?! ❞

Did everyone have this strange desire   ?   this undying fetish  ;  let’s go visit that house.   /   Death wish.  Lanky legs twist   ,   tangle together   ,  like legs of a spider ready to advance on it’s prey   ;   damaged flesh curls   &&   grasps the splintering wood as a high pitched creak echoes.   A few steps left behind as the male advanced downwards   ,   unnatural smile curling further   ;   splitting.             “   &&  how the fuck can I help you  ?  “

          GOD, it’s hot today. Ellis does NOT like the heat, at all-- not unless he’s swimming. even then, it’s iffy, but the point is, he can’t tolerate heat very well at all. he would rather be freezing his ass off than melting into a tiny pool of skin && clothes. nevertheless, he continues to play his guitar, standing close to the street, but not directly in it— he wants to catch people’s attention, but he doesn’t want to throw himself right into their faces; he’s learned they’re less inclined to want to interact with him at ALL if he forces his presence into theirs.

          at the moment, he’s singing && strumming along to whatever songs by Charley Pride he can recall--- right now, it’s Kiss An Angel Good Morning, which is one he’s pretty happy he can still play. he’s always liked cheesy songs like that, && he’s also been very fond of Pride’s music for some time.

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