forum One on One Thing? (Closed)

Started June 26, 2018 by @Desvelarse pets

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Thatcher tensed and quickly turned to look at the man. He moved Leon so the other was behind him a bit more, and he gripped his scythe tightly. “We’re leaving,” he hissed.

"To where? Back to your house? That isn't going to happen. He's staying here," He hissed, signalling towards Leon. Leon didn't say anything and kept staring at the man, watching his every move.

“He is not going to stay here,” Thatcher snapped, his tone dangerous. “I suggest you get out of our way.”

"Uh huh, sure, I'm totally going to let you go with the siren and lose my family. Yep, sure," The man said sarcastically, glaring at Thatcher.

Thatcher’s eyes narrowed. This man thought this was a game. “I will not hesitate to move you myself,” he growled.

"Oh, really? We'll see about that," He growled back, snapping his fingers to make a ball of flame in his hand. "You can have the siren if you get past me."

Thatcher’s jaw clenched tightly as he brandished his scythe. He stayed in front of Leon, gripping at the scythe.

Leon gently grabbed Thatcher's wrist that was holding the scythe . "Please don't. I don't want to know what happens to you if you kill someone you weren't supposed to kill," He muttered, looking at Thatcher. "Stop trying to talk him out of it. If he's really as he strong as he says he is, he shouldn't have trouble killing me," The man said, Leon glared heavily at him.

“Leon, I have to,” Thatcher hissed softly. He pulled his wrist out of Leon’s grasp, and stepped towards the man.

"Thatcher, please," Leon replied even though he knew he probably wouldn't be able to stop Thatcher. "Are you going to hide behind that scythe of yours or are you going to actually fight me like a man?" The man taunted, the flames in his hands growing.

Thatcher glared sharply and swung the weapon. He wasn’t as close as he would have liked to be, and ended up slicing open the man’s shirt and making a shallow cut on his chest.

Leon quietly watched Thatcher and the man fight, if he could find water somewhere he might be able to use that to extinguish the fire. Richard (The man, idk I just made up a name) quietly hissed in pain. "Is that all you got?"

Thatcher glared sharply and stepped closer to the man, his free hand shooting out to strike him across the jaw.

Leon's purple eyes kept darting around the place, trying to find anything that could help him extinguish the fire. Richard coughed a bit and extinguished the fire in his hands, using his hands to strike him in the stomach.

Thatcher gave a grunt when the man struck him. He then shoved the man backwards roughly.

Leon stopped looking around when the man extinguished the fire in his hands and kept watching again. Richard stumbled back a bit but quickly regained his balance, then he walked over to Thatcher and struck him in the jaw again.

Thatcher took a step back to balance himself. He lunged forward, his arms around the man’s torso as he took the other man to the ground.

Richard fell to the ground with a thud and he struggled around under Thatcher.

Thatcher had his hands on the man’s neck as he pinned him down. His hands squeezed tight, strangling and choking the man.

The man choked and spluttered while struggling around. Leon quickly looked away and looked everywhere but at the man.

Thatcher brought the man up before bringing him down so his head would smack roughly on the concrete. He did this over and over again, hitting the man’s head hard with the ground.

Blood leaked from the back of the man's head as he slowly stopped struggling and fell limp he ded.

(Lmaooo)

Thatcher was breathing heavily now. He let go of the man’s neck and slowly stood up. There was a bit of blood on his fingers from where some had splattered onto him.

Leon was curled up on the floor, with his back against a wall. He was wondering what was going to happen to Thatcher now that he had killed the man.

Thatcher looked over at Leon, now. He breathed out sharply, picking up his scythe and carrying it as he walked over to Leon. “We need to go.”

Leon glanced at Thatcher when he started talking and nodded meekly as he stood up. He quickly wiped away the blood from his split lip as he glanced around.

Thatcher stepped over and tugged Leon close to his chest. He didn’t want Leon to see the man’s split open head. He looked down at the other as he breathed out. “You’re safe now.”

Leon hugged Thatcher tightly and rested his head on his chest. "Thank you," He breathed out.

Thatcher returned the hug, holding the other close to his chest. “Of course..” he responded slowly. He would make sure that this wouldn’t happen again.

Leon didn't say anything and kept hugging Thatcher. He always felt safe around Thatcher and he needed that right now, he just wanted to feel safe.