Daughter of Death

35. nice cream for ice scream

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Updated, August 28.21

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Turning your phone off, you leaned back on the couch. A soft yawn escaping your lips as you glanced at Red for a second before looking away. Pursing your lips, you flinched at the ear-piercing screams coming from the tv as a woman continued to be mauled by an unknown creature.

Your nose wrinkled at the imagery, ignoring the sharp gasp from your side as Red's sockets snapped open. Eyelights tiny as he glanced around the room with his shoulders on guard, he flinched when his attention landed on you.

"shit-!" He shouted, ripping a large hole from his hasty movements to add distance between you two. He cursed again when his ripped through the fabric and twisted, further restricting his movement. His blinked rapidly, breathing getting heavier as he continued to struggle against his make-shift cuffs.

Staring at him in astonishment, you opened your mouth to call out to him but his attention snapped back towards you. Making you close your mouth tightly.

His hazy red eyelights burned on your skin. A flash of panic appeared over his sockets as he stumbled off the couch, landing on the floor with a painful curse.

In a flash, a small canine-skeleton appeared, it's maw wide open and emitted a white beam to the comforter, charring it beyond restoration. Finally free from his holds, Red immediately short-cut to the other side of the room. His back knocking against the wall as he stumbled, struggling to regain his footing. Red magic covering his palm to attack again.

Carefully, you got to your feet. Keeping your front facing Red, as if you were staring down a predator, and slowly began limping backwards.

You were confident about your ability to easily take down Red - when you had magic. Now? You felt like a deer caught in headlights. Frozen and staring forward toward the danger.

Frankly, you never saw Red as 'dangerous' but as he stared you down from across the room. You felt as if he was the reaper and you were merely mortal.

You couldn't move as fast as you normally did without the wound tugging painfully at your skin, if he decided to attack then there was no telling what would happen.

With that resolve, your hold tightened around the remote. Swallowing the nervous lump in your throat as you stared Red down.

"Hey, hey...it's.. okay!" You spoke at the skeleton, holding a pillow between the two of you as Red growled, his pinpricks small and sharp, trained on your movements.

The deep red magic around Red's hand yanked forward, at the same time something pulled painfully hard in your chest - momentarily restricting your breath.

Red yanked his hand upward, an eerie grin appearing over his smile but it dropped almost instantly. He made the hand gesture once again as your chest continued to cave in, further limiting your breathing.

He made the hand gesture again but nothing happened, magic began leaking from his sockets as his grin turned Malicious - yet you sensed it was something else.

Panic? Was he panicking

The soft buzz of his magic vibrating through the air made your ears ring loudly. He stopped the hand gestures and the feeling of being crushed vanished, making you stumble forward in shock - unaware that you were standing on tiptoes.

Red attempted to grab your soul again, a sharp sting shot up his arm that he ignored in order to hold onto your soul, he couldn't see it but he could feel the amount of power it held.