forum There are voices in our heads rp (Closed)

Started October 16, 2018 by @basil_

tune

Brows drawing together, Macha made her way down the stairs as quickly as she could and crouched by his side. "Tyler?"

"Fell down the stairs.." He mumbled, opening his eyes and sitting up with some difficulty.

She frowned, laying a hand on his shoulder and leaning forward to brush a kiss across his cheek. "Come, let me get you some ice. Are you hurt?"

Tyler shook his head and stood up slowly. "No, I'm fine." He replied, walking into the kitchen. "You should go back to sleep."

Macha trailed after him, stifling a yawn. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes before coming up behind her beloved and wrapping her arms around his waist. "I'm up now.. why are you?"

Tyler tensed at her touch and felt a growl rise in his chest. "Go back upstairs.." He said quietly, his voice shaking a little.

Macha pulled back, surprise and confusion lining her features. "Tyler…?" she ventured carefully, setting a light hand on his shoulder. "I'll leave when you tell me what's wrong."

Tyler pushed her hand away but turned around to look at her, fear painted across his face. "Please..go upstairs, lock the door. Leave the house if you can. I don't want to hur-" He was cut off by a growl and was slammed into the fridge a second later, slumping to the ground. His bright red eyes opened and looked up, to find their target.

Macha's first instinct was to panic, to scramble backwards and up the stairs. But indecision froze her to the spot– what if he ran outside? What if he hurt someone else? She had to talk him out of this, to coax the real Tyler back..

(ohohohnoohoneynoohNO)

"Fucking idiot, falling down the stairs like that.." Tyler muttered, standing up and taking a step towards Macha. "Isn't this the part where you try to run?" He said with a cold smile, taking a hold of her shirt and turning, slamming her against the wall. "I guess you're too late."

(lmao)

Macha kept her chin up through the burst of pain, inhaling sharply and looking him straight in the eye. "I'm not going to run," she said simply, firmly, though she was dangling from his fists.

"I wouldn't let you." Tyler snickered, letting her off the wall and throwing her against the counter instead.

A cry of pain tore itself free from Macha's lips, and she let it. If Tyler saw her in enough pain, he would come back. So she would play the victim until she did.

"You can't bring him back, stupid girl. He's under my control now." He responded to her cry of pain.

“Prove it.” The words had left her mouth before she had given them enough thought, but she didn’t take them back.

"Do you really think that he's strong enough to overpower me?" He asked, slamming her down onto the floor. "I always come unexpectedly. He's never prepared to fight."

Macha lay there like a limp rag doll, keeping eye contact with the demon no matter how much it hurt. “I don’t really— I don’t really think you’ve proven your point yet. You seem a lot weaker to me than you did last time…”

"Your precious husband is not putting up any kind of fight against me. You should lose all hope now." He said, grabbing a knife from a drawer and crouching down next to her, pressing it up against her neck.

She sucked in a sharp breath, instinct screaming at her to get away. But she forced herself to keep her body still, to reach for the demon’s hand and hold it in her own.

"What are you doing?" He asked, slightly taken aback by her hand.

(Np
See you in the morning, I guess?)

She didn’t reply verbally, only brushed her thumb over his knuckles as she’d done to Tyler so many times.

(Yeet im back)

Tyler’s eyes widened slightly. “Stop that. It won’t work..” He said, his voice faltering a bit. The demon suddenly lashed out and the knife he was holding left a long cut down the side of her neck.

(Eyy
G’morning
How’re you?)

A gasp tore itself free from her lips as pain flared down the side of her neck. Macha struggled against him, panic-fueled instincts taking complete control of her body. And for the first time, she was afraid of dying at the hands of Tyler Morrison.

(I’m good.
Also goddamn that gave me chills ;u;)

“You can’t…” He stopped, looking down at her, his eyes flashing their normal color for a second. “Run.” Tyler let go of her, letting out a cry of pain and curling into himself.

(o.O
That’s good)

Macha pushed herself up with one hand, the other pressed against the wound in her throat. Blood gushed out from between her fingers, dripping out onto the floor. She reached again for Tyler, praying that he was back, but black spots swarmed her vision. “T-Tyler?”

Tyler opened his mouth to answer but no words came out, just a growl. His head whipped to the side and stared down at the knife, his hand slowly reaching down for it. “I..don’t..deserve you..” He choked out, gripping the knife in his shaking hand and bringing it up to his chest..

(TYLER NO)

Macha screamed, lurching forwards to shove his arm away from his chest. The knife skittered across the floor. Blood soaking her shirt, she took him by the shirt. “Don’t you dare try that again,” she choked out, swaying slightly.

(he should hurt her more)

(heehehe)

"You don't tell me what I can do!" The demon roared, grabbing the knife and stabbing it into her arm, tears streaming down Tyler's face.

An unearthly scream pierced the air— it took Macha a second to realize that it was hers. She stared in disbelief at the knife sticking out of her arm, at her blood pooling on the floor, then back up to the demon. “Tyler?” she whispered, dizzy from the pain.