screwthatnoise

♥ v2

A cold, delicate hand grabs yours and pulls. It pulls, and it pulls... there's a sense of urgency in this icy grasp, as well as a trace of reluctance. Abruptly the hand let's go, right as your vision fades to black, and for a brief moment, only a brief moment, your senses disappear. There's only the eerie sensation of weightlessness before your feet are settled back on solid ground again.

(please join #echolife! ♪)

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

More giggling.

"Would you really like to help Echo?"

.....

"Here, let me help you."

The left middle finger? The hand grabs that and pulls with incredible strength, with the intention to rip it off.

[Well it's. Not really like he can do much about that being held to a chair.]

[He bites back another noise.]

...tch.

"Sion, Sion, Sion. You're actually quite protective of Echo, aren't you? Naoto, too. Oh, you don't want to know what I'm doing to him."

[Grips the chair and says nothing.]

She giggles, speaking softly but excitedly.

"I'm killing him slowly. And I'll put his body somewhere nobody can get to."

[No response even though I guess she. Has his finger.]

"So! Does Naoto like you because you're pretty? Is that it? If that's it, I want to destroy you."

[It's like talking to a wall.]

A wall I can punch.

In fact, you are getting a punch straight to your gut.

[Doubles over, winded. Makes no sound.]

It's quiet.

[Looks up. Is he still being held down?]

He isn't. The hands are gone.

Suddenly something lands in his lap. It's small, round, and wet.

[Picks it up....]

It's a bloody eye, in Naoto's color.

Zwei giggles.

"That's the only part of him that's left now..."

[Well that gets, for a moment, an expression.]

The voice continues.

"He was such an easy target."

[Closes his eyes a moment, composing himself. His voice is kind of.... Not as composed, low and murderous.]

Stop hiding. You want to have a little fun right? I'll give it to you.

"Oh, that face! I really do love it when you make faces like that..."

A hand grabs his own firmly.

"I can still have fun with you like this."

[He tries to yank his hand free.]

But you're keeping all the fun to yourself. Why don't you share?

You succeed. The hand shies away.

"Share?"

You have her interest.

Yes. Share. You want to enjoy yourself don't you? Whatever your goals. But is it that satisfying to do it from afar?

"Come on, out with it. What are you trying to say?"

Re: outside

Re: outside

Re: outside

Re: outside

Re: outside

Re: outside

Re: outside

Re: outside

Re: outside

Re: outside

Re: outside

Re: outside

Re: outside

Re: outside

Re: outside

Re: outside

Re: outside

Re: outside

Re: outside

Re: outside

Re: outside

Re: outside

Re: outside

Re: outside

Re: outside