forum There are voices in our heads rp (Closed)

Started October 16, 2018 by @basil_

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"You killed her!" He yelled, his hands shaking as he pointed the gun to his father's head. "Watch out there, don't want to lose control." His father grinned.

(It’s a great idea!)
(Lol Tyler And Macha are insane mother who died buddies)
(Omg omg omg what if Tyler’s dad indirectly killed Mach/ mom??)

(wowowowwww yess all of that i loooove)

(Yassss)

Tyler! Macha almost ripped the steering wheel off in indirect rage, before she steadied herself and regained control. Grabbing the gun, she opened the door of the car and stumbled back into the building, leaving a trail of blood as she went.

(It’s a great idea!)
(Lol Tyler And Macha are insane mother who died buddies)
(Omg omg omg what if Tyler’s dad indirectly killed Mach/ mom??)

(wowowowwww yess all of that i loooove)

*Macha’s mom lol sorry for the typo, and yassss

I’m happy to kill her off too tho, just not yet >:)

Tyler's shaking hands accidentally pulled the trigger, the bullet hitting straight in his father's forehead. He fell still. Tyler looked in shock at what he had did and sank to the floor, tears streaming down his face. The demon growled. Too much..It's too much..

Macha was loosing him, she could feel it. She could feel the demon inside of him, feel it ready to burst out. Tyler!! She was just flinging doors open at random and praying he was in there, until finally she heard a gunshot and ran towards it, almost collapsing several times. She was beginning to feel lightheaded from blood loss, but it didn’t matter. Bursting through the door where she’d heard the gunshot, she saw Tyler on his knees, with a gun in his hand and a corpse on the floor. “Tyler!”

His breathing was slow and heavy as he pressed the gun with shaking fingers up to his head. Too much..too much… The demon snarled and Tyler squeezed his eyes shut, tears soaking his face.

(HOLYSHITSOJDHAKHAOJFPHMYGODNOTYKERGAKFUALGFAO)

”Tyler!!”, she screamed, lunging forward and knocking the gun out of his grasp. It slid across the floor, stopping at the other side of the room. “Oh my god Tyler no—“ Macha wrapped her arms around him, squeezing him fiercely. “TylerohmygodneverdothatagainholyshitohmygodTyler.” He was crying, and so was she, holding him tightly in her embrace.

(HHDSKFHKS THE FEEEEELLSSSSSS)

Tyler let her embrace him, but didn't hug her back, afraid he would hurt her. Afraid he would hurt himself. Afraid of all the people he had killed, his father, the guards, and Macha..oh Macha.. He curled up into a ball and tried burying his emotions inside of him, pushing them down, down. He ran his hands through his hair and kept them over his head, clenched tightly.

“Oh my god Tyler—“ her hands found his face and cupped his cheeks gently, eyes frantically searching his. “Tyler talk to me— who— who was that man?” Macha wanted to grab hold of him and never let go. She was so afraid, afraid of losing him.

“I didn't mean to..I didn’t mean to…” He muttered over and over again, his breathing quick and heavy.

Macha looked him over, panicked, searching for any signs of a wound. “I know you did, I know—“, she tried desperately to soothe him “but we need to go— they’ll be here any second—“ she pulled him up, almost collapsing.

“You go….I’ll be there in a second.” He was telling the truth, his voice still wobbling.

Macha hesitated for a full three seconds, but sensed he needed a minute alone. She bit her lip, searching his face. “Come quick. I’ll be just outside with the car.” Grabbing the front of his shirt, she pulled him into a quick and comforting kiss before staggering unsteadily away, worrying while she went.

Tyler took a deep breath. Be strong. Strong for Macha. You didn’t mean to..it’s going to be fine.. He thought to himself, stumbling to his feet. He grabbed the gun and kept it ready as he started walking down the hallway.

Macha turned the key and started the car, glancing anxiously back at the door. Who had that man been, the one Tyler had shot? Worry and fear gnawed at her stomach, and she tried to feed as many positive emotions into Tyler.

Tyler didn’t find any guards and went out to the car. He got in and turned to Macha. “You want me to drive?”

Relief flooded Macha when she saw him walk out unscathed. “No, it’s okay.” She was tense and strung up, she knew she wouldn’t be able to relax until they were well away. “Where do we go next? They’re looking for me at the hospital, so we can’t go there or my house.”

“No. You need medical help. We’re going to the nearest hospital. There’s one if you follow this road for a while then turn left.” He said quietly, not meeting her gaze.

“But they’ll find us again-“, Macha protested, giving him a worried once over before turning back to the road. “Tyler…” She swallowed. “Who was that man?”

“They won’t find us. Not if I’m concerned.” He said, trying to avoid her question.

Macha furrowed her brow. He wasn’t making any sense. Still, she sensed his tension and didn’t press. “Hospital it is then.” Her hands began to tremble, so she gripped the wheel tighter. “You scared me so much in there, Tyler.” She wasn’t talking about his demon form throwing her against the wall.