HeartCatch
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- Jun 7, 2010
RE:ch. O1 | Where to Begin...
( Hehe, thanks! I actually took some inspiration from a very unlikely source, lol. Oh man, haha, this is going to be great. )
Watching Forge dash forward, Freya's voice died in her throat as she stepped foward, reaching out to him, but immediately pulled her hand back. It wouldn't do much good for her to do anything now, she may have been getting in the way. Well, that was her initial thought. Gasping softly as her eyes widened and lips parted, she stared in incredulousness as Forge seamlessly formed the gun from before. However, the fact that he froze was not a good sign. She bit her lip, eyes intense before a faint horror and much realization dawned her features. He didn't know how to use a gun.
She mentally cursed herself, not that she could have anticipated such a thing anyway. Even when he had just caught on, he wasn't even able to follow through. In a terrifying moment where the entire world seemed to slow down, Freya watched as the gun was shattered and suddenly his arm was spewing blood. It was all so unfamiliar. So unpredictable. So horrifying. Watching with her jaw dropping and eyes widening, Freya herself was unable to even make a sound at first, the sounds forming yet choking and dying out in her throat before everything built back up and she cried out his name.
Barely taking a step toward him, she watched with a pained whimper being choked out as she watch him get kicked into a wall before rushing to his side. "Forge!?" Her hands hovered tentatively over him, afraid to touch for the possibility of infecting, worsening or irritating his arm - or anything else at all.
"Mmmm. I guess the taste was too much for him. That's too bad. I guess I'll just have to give him the main course later." Breaking out into a low fit of delirious snickers as he let his axe dangle limply in his grasp. Recovering from his quiet yet disturbed cackles, he slowly raised the axe, giving Freya a sickening smirk. "At least you're here to take a little taste for him. Don't go taking too much like he did. I want to make sure you get your fill."
"You bastard... I'd rather watch you drowning and choking in your own blood."
Twitching at the corners, his lips seemed agitated in their smirk, amusement clear on his face, but the tenseness saying otherwise. "On second thought, why don't you take enough for the both of you?" Venom seethed from his town as he swung his axe down, clearly prepared to cut straight through Freya - and perhaps even Forge. Any other moment, and she would have darted away, or even thought of something to do to attack or stall him. But Forge was lying there defenseless, and she wasn't about to let this psycho's carelessness nor his thirst for blood get overzealous and let anything happen to Forge if she could stand it.
She just hated being unable to do anything for either of them in the moment.
( That was pretty intense and scary, poor Forge. ;u; )