forum There are voices in our heads rp (Closed)

Started October 16, 2018 by @basil_

tune

(yeah sure, and oh lord here it comes)

Macha yawned, stretching her arms and putting her book down. Plonking a kiss onto Tyler's nose, she stood up. "I might have an early night today, I'm exhausted…" Most of the day had ben spent worrying about the future, and besides that, she hadn't slept at all last night.

“Okay, I’ll be up in a second.” He smiled up at her.

(And Sorry if I steal Macha for a second)
Once she got upstairs the door was almost closed, strange. She opened the door and found Jason standing there, his shirt soaked in blood. He collapsed into her arms and pressed a finger to her mouth. “Don’t trust anyone…anyone..” He whispered, keeping eye contact with her until they closed and he fell to the ground. Macha heard a click, and something cold pressed up against her head. If she turned around, she would see Tyler smiling down at her, no traces of the demon in his eyes, completely himself.

(O H M Y G O D W H A T I S H A P P E N N I N G)
(AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH)
(and I don't mind dw)

Macha froze, not daring to look behind her. How had the men gotten in?? Trying to keep her voice from wavering, she called out to whoever was behind her, "What do you want?" Her eyes were locked on Jason's bleeding body.
Tyler get out of the house!! NOW!!!

(AHAHHAHHHAHAAHHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA)
(this is actually killing me. I hate doing this but it's also really fun)

"Don't. Trust. Anyone.." Tyler whispered, his face right next to her ear.

(WHAT IS HAPPENING OH MY GOD PLEASE EXPLAIN)

Macha's eyes widened. Nononononono. This wasn't possible. This couldn't be happing. The men– they had to be impersonating him. Using him. "T-Tyler?" Her voice broke. "What's– What's happening??"

(mmhmhmmhmwwwwmwaahahahhahahahhaaaaaa)

"Remember when you were eight and you were walking around town. You tripped. There was a boy, he helped you up. Do you remember what he told you?" He said quietly, his voice cold and unforgiving.

Macha was slowly shattering into pieces. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, but she didn't care, only shook her head vehemently, hands shaking.

"He said..Hello, you're the girl I have to kill. And then he walked away, and all you could remember, was the flash of blue hair, as he walked away."

(KMART WHAT IS HAPPENING)

And suddenly, Macha remembered. She remembered it all.
Every single prophecy she'd ever spoken, every vision she'd ever had.
All of it.
It was killing her, slowly.
Raising her chin, she tried to speak. "Then why didn't you kill me when you met me? Why did you lie about it all?"

"Because I fell in love with you.." He whispered.

(SOMEONE HELP ME)

Macha couldn't move, could barely breathe. Hundreds of futures were whipping through her head, making the whole room tilt across her field of vision. And then there was Tyler. Tyler.
She was breaking, crumbling, shattering.
And neither of them could stop it.
"Then– then why are you going to kill me?"

"I'm not going to." He said quietly, lifting the gun from her head and turning it to his own. "Goodbye Macha..I love you.."

(WHATWHATWHATWHATWHATWHATWHATWHATWHAT)

Macha whirled around, panic and confusion exploding inside of her. She had no idea what to think anymore, no idea what to do, so for the first time she could remember Macha turned away from her mind and relied purely on her instincts.
And her instincts told her to wrest the gun from his grasp.

(I was hoping she would do that because oof)

Tyler watched the gun fall from his hands as if in a trance. He took a step back, everything seeming unfamiliar, terrifying. "I-I'm just…going..to..go." He muttered, turning down the hallway and stumbling out the back door.

Macha flew down the stairs after him, heart pounding painfully in her chest. WHat the hell is happening??? "Tyler get back here!" She burst out the back door, grabbing hold of his arm.

"No no no no no no…" He struggled away from her and the demon began building up inside him, his thoughts racing around in his mind.
Macha.
His father.
Jason.
I don't want to kill her..I don't want to kill her..

Macha tightened her grip and yanked him back. "You are not leaving without an explanation."
She was broken, fractured, drowning.
"Get back in the house and start from the beginning." Her voice cracked. He was the one thing keeping her alive, and he–

"I don't know Macha! I can't- I can't remember anything! I don't know what that was. All I know- all I hear anymore is you have to kill her." And I don't know what to do."

Macha froze. "You don't remember– anything? Nothing?" She was spiralling down into chaos, into destruction. She couldn't stop.

(OOOOHOHOO I JUST HAD SUCH AN EVIL IDEA)

"I don't know why I killed my father, but I know it wasn't an accident. I can't remember my mother. It's all disappearing except for you. Y-you." His pleading look turned to anger and he spit the word out. "You."

(WHAT IS HAPPENING)

Macha let go and stepped back, trembling. "Tyler?" This wasn't the man she knew. This wasn't the man who loved her. What was happening?