forum The Bound (One on One) (Closed).

Started August 13, 2018 by @Desvelarse pets

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Halo looks up weakly as he's freed. He leans against Thatcher. "We… we ned to get out of here." He croaks. He shuts his eyes, barely managing to walk.

Thatcher nodded his head slowly, thinking that they would talk about it later. He supported almost all of Halo’s weight as he made his way to the doors to the hallway.

Halo groans a little in pain, his wings fluttering uselessly. Blood stained the once white feathers crimson. He looks up, seeing security guards running towards them. His eyes widen in fear.

Thatcher tesnsed when he saw the men. “Stay here, I won’t let them touch you,” he murmured to Halo, leaning him up against a wall. He shifted his grip on his scythe as the men approached, glancing over one last time to make sure Halo was safe. The first man got in distance, and his scythe jerked through the air, slicing through his stomach. It was the first time Thatcher had ever broken the code and killed without the authorization to, and he knew there would be hell to pay.

Halo watches with wide eyes. His trembling fingers grasp raise towards Thatcher. He had to do something. He takes one of his feathers, he hadn't done this before, but this was his best shot. He shrieks when he's handled roughly, a dagger placed at his neck. "Thatcher!" Doctor Dorovack smirks. "That's enough." He growls at Thatcher, "Or I run this one through. Put the scythe down."

Thatcher jerks around to look at the man who is holding Halo. He breathed a bit heavily, looking at his scythe for a moment. His one weakness, the thing that can truly kill him. He looked back at Halo and the man, jaw clenched tightly. He slowly lowered the scythe, setting it on the ground. “I put it down, let Halo go,” he said in a cautious tone.

Dr. Dorovack watches with narrowed eyes as Thatcher places the scythe down, tightening his grip on Halo. "What are you?" He growls, and Halo squeaks when he feels the knife dig into his skin. He bites his lip, grimacing a little. "Th-thatcher…" He whispers breathlessly. He had to do something… He had to fight… but the dagger was to close for comfort.

“I’m.. A Reaper,” Thatcher answered. He straightened a bit, but he was beginning to feel tired. He glanced down at the blood dripping onto the floor from his wounds. It wouldn’t kill him, but he would still be effected like any other person. He looked back up at the man, then gave Halo a look.

Dr. Dorovick smiles. "That wasn't so hard. Now…" He pauses, sensing Halo's movements. He chuckles, "Ah, ah, Halo. You mustn't do that." He chuckles, pressing the knife against his skin. Halo goes still from trying to reach a feather. He looks at Thatcher. "G-go…" He whispers.

“I’m not leaving here without Halo,” Thatcher said, a slight growl in his tone. Hell, he would die here before he left Halo alone in this place. He glanced back down the hall, wondering where Nike was.

Halo begs silently with Thatcher. He gulps softly before looking at the doctor. He takes a steadying breath and quickly steps on the doctors foot. He cries out, releasing Halo. He spreads his wings, forcing the doctor back. He cries out when his wing is glazed by the knife but glares at the doctor.

Thatcher moved quickly, grabbing Halo and pulling him towards him. He held Halo close, not even thinking about picking up his scythe. All he could care about was Halo right now.

Halo holds onto Thatcher with fear. "We need to get out of here." He whispers, glaring at the doctor as he tries to get up. He looks at Thatcher, smiling a little. "I'm glad you came for me." He whispers. He turns around, taking a shuddering breath. He holds the feather, and it turns into a long dagger. He could rarely do this, but he had to. He threw it, hitting the doctor square in the chest.

Thatcher’s eyes widened a tad when the feather dagger stuck into the man’s chest. He now picked up his scythe, gripping it tightly. He wrapped his arm around Halo, supporting his weight as he walked quickly to the exit.

Halo follows Thatcher, smiling when they reached sunlight. He gives a relieved sigh. "Now we just need to get home…" He muttered, looking around in a panic. He glances at Thatcher. "Are you okay?" He whispers.

Thatcher began to walk, glancing around to see if he could spot Nike. He looked over at Halo now, then down at his bleeding stomach. “I will be fine. I just need to stop the blood flow, I don’t feel too good.”

Halo nods. "I don't think we're to far from home…" He whispers, looking around. There has to be some sort of vehicle or something to help them.

“We aren’t far. I’ll get you home, don’t worry. Just try not to move too much,” Thatcher told Halo. He eventually thought that helping Halo walk would take too long, and he opted for picking the smaller male up instead.

Halo nods, squeaking when he's picked up. He holds onto Thatcher tiredly. He sighs and nuzzles into Thatchers neck, feeling exhausted and weak.

Thatcher held Halo close to his chest, beginning to walk the way that he came. “Try and rest, we can talk about what happened when you’re starting to feel better.”

Halo nods, still clinging to Thatcher. He was so tired. He wanted to sleep, but at the same time he wanted to stay with Thatcher. He slowly shuts his eyes, drifting off to sleep.

After about ten to fifteen minutes of walking, Thatcher got back to the house. He breathed out a sigh of relief when he saw Nike, unhurt and covered in someone else’s blood. She was laying by Glitch, her posture seeming almost protective over the smaller dog. Her tail began to wag when she saw them, and she jumped up and walked over, sniffing and licking at them in an excited way. He chuckled softly, nudging her away. “I know, I know. Don’t wake him up,” he mumbled to the hound.

Glitch was lying happily beside Nike, not even phased by the blood. When he sees his master he pads over to them along with Nike, whining softly. Halo was still sleeping soundly, clutching to Thatcher's shirt gently as they entered the home.

Thatcher brought Halo upstairs and into his bedroom. Carefully, he laid Halo down, stepping out of the room to collect some medical supplies. Nike had followed them into the hall, and was now laying outside of the bedroom door.

Glitch hops onto the bed beside Halo, whining as he settles down curled up by his master's waist. Halo groans softly, opening one eye. He looks up at Thatcher and smiles a little.