forum A Sort-of Lion, A few Witches, A Not-Quite Closet(malfunction). Stalkers wanted.

Started April 04, 2018 by @Ca1iCa1--Is--Tired

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“I can help you, Lata. I know you’re somewhere around here,” Lucy called, beginning to grow worried. What if something was wrong? She grimaced slightly, her head aching sharply.

Lata felt touched that Lucy cared about her, but they would be better off without her. She gave no response.

Lucy exhaled sharply and grew quiet, trying not to make much noise. She eventually saw Lata, and she hesitated. She had to of heard her, so why didn’t she answer. Lucy slowly approached her, still feeling anxious about the situation. “Lata?” She said softly.

Lata peaked one eye out of her huddled form, but then looked away again. She opened her mouth, ready to tell her to leave, but her throat was dry and her voice would likely waver from crying earlier.

Lucy walked over and crouched near Lata. “Hey.. What’s wrong? Why did you run off? I’m sorry I didn’t look earlier, I had to go check something,” she explained in a soft tone, trying her best to push the images in her mind away.

Lata shivered, despite not being cold. Looking up at Lucy, she finally spoke, her voice a bit shaky. "You should go back."
(I'm getting really tired, I'll be back tomorrow! Night.)

(Okay, night!)

“Lata, if I’m going back then you’re coming with me. It’s not safe for you to be out here..” Lucy said softly, her expression kind.

"No. I'm not," she said, a dark tone in her voice. She sat up and hugged her knees. She liked Lucy and the others, she really did. However, with the way things are going, she would likely be a burden.
She barely knew what to do with Samandriel and Orion when they were both nearly dying.
"Lucia…" she started saying. She felt weird using her actual name over the nickname but she shook the feeling away. "In all honesty, you have no idea what I'm like. You think I'm a sweet person trying to help. That's just who I want to be. But I'm kidding myself. EVERYONE that I end up caring about either ends up dead or finds out what I've done and no longer wants me around."
Lata glares at the ground, but then her expression softens.
"I know what you're going to say. You're going to tell me something like 'Oh it's okay, whatever you've done it's probably not bad. We all care about you~!' "
Lata started laughing, letting the tears fall again.
"I've killed people, Lucia. And felt nothing."
Lata stared at the ground for a moment, the memories trying to consume her. Her energy surged and brought forth an illusion of blood on her hands. It dripped onto the ground and on her clothes. There was even flecks of the dark liquid on her face. She began crying silently.
"With you, Orion, and even Samandriel I felt accepted for even just a while. Then everything went wrong. Everyone was hurt badly and-" she wasn't able to finish due to the amount of crying, making it hard for her to finish.
(WOAH SUPER LONG BUT OH WELLLLLLL)

Sam frowned down at his hands. "I…What will the others think of me when I return home?" he muttered. He tried to get to his feet again, a little more successful this time. "Where are the others?" he asked, leaning against the sink and holding his head as a wave of dizziness swept over him

Lucy took in a deep breath and nodded slowly. She shifted so she was sitting down next to Lata and rubbed the girl’s back, trying to soothe her. She tried to find words to consol her, but she found it difficult to. “I’m sure you did what you had to for a good reason,” she said slowly. Lata was so young, how could she have already killed people?

Orion sighs softly, ears forward and tail swishing. "They will think the same of you as they always did Samandriel. If they did not hate you before, they will not hate you now. I think that if anyone is to be hated or blamed it should be me, for rather obvious reasons." As he has been talking his ears have slowly drooped, even as he smiles comfortingly.

Lata took short shallow breaths, almost hyperventilating as she looked at the illusion of blood all over her.
A good reason? Most of it was, but the idea of killing with no remorse still tugged at her soul.