forum One on One Thing? (Closed)

Started June 26, 2018 by @Desvelarse pets

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"Okay then, I'm surprised you agreed," Leon started his motorcycle and sat on it while putting in the directions to Charles' house on his phone. He put his phone in a secure spot and double-checked it wouldn't fall out.

Thatcher stood by the motorcycle with a perplexed expression before getting onto it behind Leon. “Am I doing this right?” He asked. “I’ve never been on one before.”

Leon chuckled. "You're doing it right and you can either hold onto me or hold onto the metal thing behind you." He explained, pointing to the metal thing behind Thatcher. He made sure his phone was secure again because it was very expensive.

Thatcher thought for a moment before hesitantly reaching to wrap his arms around Leon’s waist. This was the closest he could get to him, now. He had the urge to just tell him to stop worrying about the hunters for a moment so he could just lay Leon down and feel his skin. But, of course, he kept his mouth shut.

Leon quickly started blushing and drove off to Charles' house. By the time they made it to Charles' house, Leon forgot that Thatcher was holding onto his waist, he parked his motorcycle close to the house and got off.

Thatcher let go once they arrived and got off of the motorcycle. He looked at the house with a frown, stuffing his hands into his trench coat pockets. “I really wish you would let me take care of them afterwards.”

"I might," Leon said and walked to the door and knocked on it, a man in his early-thirties opened the door, he had light brown and chocolate brown eyes and pale skin. He grabbed Leon's throat and pushed him to the wall. "Why are you here? If you're trying to avenge your friends, it won't work," He said, glaring at Thatcher and started choking Leon. "W-We're just here to talk sir," Leon managed to say and was trying to get Charles to stop choking him.

Thatcher’s eyes widened when the man, Charles, attacked Leon and put his hand on his throat. He gave a heavy glare, grabbing the man by the shoulder and, very roughly, jerking Charles off of Leon. “We came here to talk, and if you ignorant human wants to try and get violent or touch him again, I will make sure my hound slowly rips you limb from limb,” he growled.

"Oh so you brought a reaper with you to talk to me," Charles said, still glaring at both of them. Leon coughed a little. "You're the one that killed my friends that night, right?" Leon asked, glaring at him, his fingers itching to take out his dagger. "Yep, and I'm glad I put the cameras on them, a lot of sirens went past the bodies and now I can kill them if I ever meet them again," Charles explained, his voice filled with hatred.

Thatcher’s fists were clenched tightly, his jaw clenched as well. He gave Leon a look, once again like he was asking for Leon to write the man’s name on the slip of paper. It was overwhelmingly frustrating that he couldn’t hurt or kill this hideous man.

"And what are you going to do with them after you kill them?" Leon asked, his fists were clenched tightly. "I sell them of course!" Mason said, as if it was the most obvious thing. Leon resisted the urge to write down his name on the slip of paper and let Thatcher kill him but instead nodded as if he knew that.

“Leon,” Thatcher hissed quietly. This was taking way too long. They found the man who was killing Leon’s friends. Why weren’t they killing him yet?

"We can kill him now," Leon whispered back while glaring at Charles one last time. They had gotten all the information they could about siren hunters and he killed his friend.

Thatcher took out the slip of paper and a pen, sticking it out at Leon. “Please sign..” he said. He kept his eyes on Clarles, just incase he would think of trying anything.

Leon took the slip of paper and quickly wrote down Charles' name. Charles quickly realized what Leon was doing and tried to lunge at him, forgetting the fact that Thatcher was there.

Thatcher’s scythe had appeared just a split moment before, and it ended up impaling through Charles’ stomach. He threw him to the ground using it before ripping it from his chest and slicing him again, this time across the throat.

Leon quickly looked away while playing with the hem of his shirt. He had promised his parents he wouldn't kill anyone for a selfish reason yet here he was, killing people for a selfish reason.

The scythe seemed to shift into a tendril of shadows after Thatcher was done, and it slid back up his arm to where his tattoo was. He looked over at Leon, adjusting his trench coat collar. “I am done, thank you for allowing me to do that.”

"You're welcome, I can drop you off at your hotel if you want me to." Leon offered, glancing at Charles and quickly looking away. He started his motorcycle and put in the directions to his house on his phone, then he put it in a secure place.

“Drop me off? You just bound me to yourself, and I killed a hunter. They’re going to find out who it was, and more are going to come after you. I’ll stay with you,” Thatcher simply said with a frown.

"……I forgot about that," Leon said, realizing how many people might try to kill them now. "Okay then, you should first check out at the hotel though." He said, taking out his phone so he could put in the address of the hotel.

“Right,” Thatcher said with a nod. “I should be okay to go back on my own, now. Unless you want me to ride on the motorcycle,” he added with an arched brow.

Leon quickly blushed and looked away. "Okay then, you can come to my house after you check out at the hotel," Leon said, quickly putting his phone in a secure place and driving off to his house.

Thatcher gave a nod in response, shifting and heading back to the motel. After around a half an hour or so, he was letting himself into Leon’s house. “Do you have a place where I can wash my coat?” He asked upon arrival.

Leon was on the couch with his laptop of his lap, earbuds plugged in, and he took out one earbud. "Yea, there's a washer near the guest bedroom and what happened this time?" He glanced at Thatcher and went back to what he was doing on his laptop.