forum One on One Thing? (Closed)

Started June 26, 2018 by @Desvelarse pets

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Thatcher brought the man up before bringing him down so his head would smack roughly on the concrete. He did this over and over again, hitting the man’s head hard with the ground.

Blood leaked from the back of the man's head as he slowly stopped struggling and fell limp he ded.

(Lmaooo)

Thatcher was breathing heavily now. He let go of the man’s neck and slowly stood up. There was a bit of blood on his fingers from where some had splattered onto him.

Leon was curled up on the floor, with his back against a wall. He was wondering what was going to happen to Thatcher now that he had killed the man.

Thatcher looked over at Leon, now. He breathed out sharply, picking up his scythe and carrying it as he walked over to Leon. “We need to go.”

Leon glanced at Thatcher when he started talking and nodded meekly as he stood up. He quickly wiped away the blood from his split lip as he glanced around.

Thatcher stepped over and tugged Leon close to his chest. He didn’t want Leon to see the man’s split open head. He looked down at the other as he breathed out. “You’re safe now.”

Leon hugged Thatcher tightly and rested his head on his chest. "Thank you," He breathed out.

Thatcher returned the hug, holding the other close to his chest. “Of course..” he responded slowly. He would make sure that this wouldn’t happen again.

Leon didn't say anything and kept hugging Thatcher. He always felt safe around Thatcher and he needed that right now, he just wanted to feel safe.

Thatcher looked down at Leon, biting his lip in thought before he made the decision to suddenly pick Leon up. He let the other wrap his legs around his waist as he held onto Leon.

Leon let out a yelp in surprise when he was picked up, holding onto Thatcher tightly. "Why did you pick me up?" He asked, glancing at Thatcher.

“I want to keep you closer and safer, and I can do it better this way,” Thatcher said. He held onto his scythe as well as he walked out of the building with Leon in his arms.

"Okay then," Leon mumbled, holding onto Thatcher. He sighed and rested his head on Thatcher, not sure what to make of what just happened.

Thatcher stepped over a few ripped apart bodies and around strewn about limbs. It was obvious that this had been Nike’s doing.

Leon quickly hid his face in Thatcher's chest when he saw an arm laying around. He waited for a few moments before peeking to see if there were any more body parts lying around.

Thatcher made the scythe vanish before reaching to tilt Leon’s head back towards his chest. “You really shouldn’t look..” he said slowly.

"Tell me when I can look then," Leon replied, hiding his face in Thatcher's chest. He sighed, trying to think of how he ended up getting kidnapped.

Thatcher nodded a bit. He continued walking for a few more minutes before giving Leon’s thigh a squeeze. “You can look now.”

Leon obliged and opened his eyes, glancing around him then at Thatcher. He was still holding onto Thatcher tightly so he loosened his grip a bit.

Thatcher had gotten a decent distance away, and was now stopped to rest. “How did this happen, Leon? I was only gone for a moment..” he said, trailing off a bit.

"I-I don't know. This man just came out of nowhere and put a rag filled with chloroform over my nose then I think he just dragged me away or something, I'm not sure," Leon answered. He really wasn't sure what happened either.

Thatcher nodded slowly in understanding. This had been his fault. He shouldn’t have been leaving Leon alone. “I’m not letting you go off alonr agan.”

Leon glanced at him when he said that, a small smile flickering across his face. "It's fine, I can take care of myself," He assured Thatcher. "Most of the time…….." He added in quietly.

Thatcher huffed softly. “I know you can, but I want you to be safe,” he said slowly.