#strangulation tw.

Augustus's hands shook as he finally faced Gristol, the rain storming down heavier than he ever remembered. The fury of the wind only intensified his own as he dragged Gristol into the air with a telekinetic blue hand, holding him too tightly.

"Gus-- you need to target--" Gristol started. Augustus cut him off quickly.

"I refuse to be your weapon. I am not a thing you can use, Malik. My family is not a blade you can wield against me anymore. You kept it to my neck until you dug it into skin. All I found was that I don't feel that pain now."

He squeezed the hand tighter, and Gristol began to struggle, desperate for air.

"You did as you pleased for too long. No one else will be hurt by you, for as long as I live--"

"Augustus! Put him down, now!" a voice interrupted. He dropped Gristol, whirling around to throw the water towards the source-- a man with green skin and orange glasses. By the time he turned back, Gristol has fled once more.

Augustus cursed. Just his luck.