forum The Bound (One on One) (Closed).

Started August 13, 2018 by @Desvelarse pets

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"I slept wonderfully." Halo replies, purring at the gentle movements.

“That’s good,” Thatcher hummed. He tilted his head to press a few more kisses to Halo’s cheekbones. “It’s good to see you happy.”

Halo smiles gently and srge a kiss on Thatcher's forehead. There's a soft bark and Halo looks down. "Oh. Hey Glitch." He chuckles, petting the dog gently.

Thatcher looked down at the small dog. He reached down and stroked the dogs back for a moment. But he remembered something- he had left Nike outside for a while. Oh, she was going to be pissed with him. “Have to get Nike,” he mumbled before getting up and walking to the back door.”

Halo nods and sighs softly, resting his head on the table.

Thatcher stepped outside, squinting in the bright morning sun. He blinked a few times and walked towards the wooded area.

(We need some more drama, maybe something could happen while Thatcher is gone?)

(Yes, what shall it be?)

Halo hums softly, picking up Glitch and humming softly.

(Maybe he could get taken or something along those lines?)

Thatcher stepped into the woods. He glanced around, searching for any sign of Nike. He couldn’t see her, but he could smell something dead nearby.

(Yes! Ohhh… what if since he's like a fallen angel he's experimented on?)

Halo hums softly when Glitch growls and starts to bark.

(Oo, yeah we can do that. Good idea!)

Thatcher continued to walk, brushing back a few branches. He didn’t see Nike anywhere, but there was a claw mark on the ground.

Halo looks at Glitch. "What's wrong boy?" He asks softly, letting the dog down.

Thatcher eventually found a mauled buck, freshly killed. She was close by, he knew it now. He looked around, brushing his hair back.

Glitch rushes into the yard. Halo stands to follow but he gasps sharply as an arm wraps around his neck and a cloth covers his nose and mouth. A disgusting smell fills his nose as he weakly struggles. Everything went black.

After about ten minutes or so, Thatcher was walking back towards the house. Nike followed him inside, her tongue lolling as she smelled like blood. “Halo?” He called, wondering if the angel had gone into another room.

Glitch was barking frantically, whining when he sees Thatcher. He trots towards them, holding a piece of cloth in his mouth, a piece of the rag that didn't have the chemical towards them. He whines in worry, his ears flattening against his skull.

Thatcher frowned as he looked at Glitch. He crouched down, taking it from the dog. Nike gave a growl, one head leaning down to sniff at the cloth. Now he was concerned. He stood up, beginning to make his way through the house, his voice raising to be louder as he called for Halo.

Halo's eyes slowly fluttered open. It was dark in the room where he was. He couldn't see anything. He tries to move but he's strapped firmly to a table. His eyes widen and he tries to cry out, but it's muffled by a gag.

For the first time in a long time, Thatcher felt pure terror. Halo was no where in the house. He rushed out the front door, looking around the yard wildly for any hints as to where Halo might be.

There was only a small track of footprints, leading away from the house.

Suddenly the lights turn on and Halo blinks rapidly, looking up to see a man. "Ah. Good. You're awake." He purrs, walking towards the fallen angel. Halo whimpers, trying to struggle free. He recognized the man. The man was Dr. Dorovick, the man who had caught him when he was a brand new fallen angel. "I told you you could never escape me." The man purrs.

Thatcher saw the footprints and whistled for Nike. He hissed a few words in what could have been sharp, latin commands, and Nike began to follow the trail, sniffing at the ground. In a wave of darkness, he was shifted into the crows and flying after Nike.

Halo screams loudly, pain scorching through his body. "Sir. Vitals are reaching critical." A woman says. "Turn it off." Dr. Dorovack orders. He walks slowly towards Halo. The fallen was crying, tears seeping down his cheeks, blood staining the side of his mouth where he had bitten his cheek, causing his mouth to bleed. His breathing is heavy. Thatcher… The Doctor takes Halo's jaw into his hand, inspecting Halo. "Look at this skin. So pale, so soft~" He purrs, running his hand along Halo's cheek. He flinches away, but the doctor's hold is firm.

Thatcher eventually reached a building, and shifted back. “Is he in there?” He asked Nike. Nike gave a small bark in response. He already drew his scythe, furious that someone had taken Halo. He planned on getting Halo, back. If it meant breaking his code and facing the punishment for unbridled killing, he would risk it for Halo.

Halo releases a small screech of pain as he felt a feather plucked from his wings. He shakes his head, tears running down his cheeks. Bruises were forming, cuts bleeding slowly. He had stopped fighting after the electricity, unable to take the pain.

Thatcher stalked over to the building. He noticed two armed guards at the door, who told him to stop. When he didn’t they fired. Multiple bullets struck his chest, but that didn’t slow him down much. They couldn’t see Nike, and she pounced on them. He was pleased to hear their screams as Nike ripped them apart.

Halo's eyes were faint, his breathing uneven. "We'll continue this later~" The doctor purrs, walking away. Halo can only lay there, whimpering.

Thatcher slips inside while Nike tears at the men’s mangled bodies. He walked quietly through the halls, his grip on the scythe right. Blood poured heavily from the wounds on his stomach.

Halo looks up, whimpering softly. Thatcher…

Thatcher felt something shift in the back of his mind. He heard a voice and hid in the shadows for a moment before continuing down the hall, feeling drawn towards a certain door. He got there, and found it locked. Not caring if he attracted attention with the noise, he slammed the scythe down onto it multiple times before the knob snapped off. He opened the door, stunned and horrified to see his angel bound to a table.

Halo was weak. He closed his eyes when he heard the door open. Please… no more pain.

Thatcher jogged over to Halo, dropping the scythe onto the ground by the table. He rested his hand on Halo’s cheek, caressing it gently “Halo? Oh god, Halo, love.”