#werewolf!oc

That I wrote.

Because of *reasons*

In which Akashi experiences separation anxiety, but he’s not exactly wrong.

I want to be free of this *cries in hatred for Akashi*

And here it is, the extremely inappropriate for public consumption second chapter:

The fall from the churchtower sent his head reeling... just like each collision with scafolding broke his bones and body.

A trail of blood painted Prauge... from the church to a run down abandoned bar room where the wounded man now lay on a table.

Night had fallen... the temperature dipping into the negatives.

The man awoke... the ringing of gunfire and his older companion Price screaming his name in fear.

Wearily the man looked around... coughing suddenly, a thick mixture of blood and saliva leaking out of his mouth as he did so...

He instantly groaned and tried to pick up his head... pain shooting down his spine as he did so...

Suddenly pain shot through his abdomen as well... as the icy cold wetness of blood alerted him to a massive amount of bleeding.

“...shit...” he grunted then looked around.

“Hello?” He asked a thick scottish accent ringing out in his voice... harsh coughing breaking him off along with more blood oozing out of both the wounds and his mouth... the side of his head hurt something awful too... blood crusting the side of his face there too... he could feel the stinging ache of broken bones... the pressure of internal bleeding...

Instantly the scotsman new it was bad... that he was bad... the swimming in his head wasnt just a headache, it was him bleeding out...