𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐌𝐘 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐗? | 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐦 𝐅𝐅 - HIATUS

chapter 16

i think it's been more than two weeks, but with the power of highly caffeinated tea and red bull + being home sick i have brought you a chapter 

a good chapter? HAHAHAHAHHAHA. no. but it's- poetic

rip tammy boy

Sophie's plan was actually working! Something was going according to plan!

...for a while, at least. It wasn't working so well any more, but it was still working. Plus, it was really the only chance they actually had. 

It was not like Tam was almost passed out from exhaustion even with the cool Enhancer energy that Sophie was giving him. He preferred to use the term "blinking abnormally" in place of "fainting of exhaustion".

"Tam, you have to- Tam, can you hear me?" Sophie asked frantically, shaking the ravenette Shade's shoulders. His light blue eyes were glassy and unfocused, and when she shook his shoulders, his head tilted back, dropping as his eyelids fluttered.

"I shouldn't have- oh no, what if-" She began to panic, picking up Tam - or rather, trying to. When the Black Swan was designing her, they apparently didn't see it fit to give her physical ability. How utterly convenient. 

(yes, i did have to search up how to spell that)

Dex threw a makeshift explosive at one of the hooded figures that had decided to run into the room, beginning to sweat uncontrollably. No doubt the adrenaline rush was hitting him now.

Sophie fumbled with her cape, untying it with shaky fingers, throwing it towards the cloaked figure in the back - the haunting, the horrible, nightmare that followed her - everywhere, and popped up anywhere.

Her brown eyes dilating with tears as she covered her eyes, static electricity rushing through the ground, she collapsed, holding her hand, covering her home crystal. Home. She wished she was there now. Human, elf, what was the difference? As long as she was home, away from here, this mess, everything - why couldn't everything be so simple?

A roughly gloved hand jerked under her chin, forcing it up. Cruel cerulean eyes stared back at her, as the man's hands continued to light up, and spark.

He must be a Charger... She registered vaguely, as the electricity from his body continued to spark at her, slowly growing more and more painful. His voice was rough, and gravelly - she didn't like it, she hated it, she wanted it to stop - but it never did. It seemed so timeless, so endless..

"So, this is the Black Swan's moonlarks.. and her oh, so-serious flock of cowardly pigeons."

She coughed, her throat failing to cast her voice. How come? Why? She needed to do something. Needed to get him to stop. But she just wouldn't talk properly..

So instead, Sophie kicked. Harshly. The bottoms of her combat boots hit the man's body, and she rolled away from him, rubbing the blood off of her face. She grabbed her cape from the floor and threw it over the man's head, grabbing Tam from the floor, leaning him heavily against her shoulder, and running side by side with Dex out of the room.

Then there was a blade, a flash, and a scream.

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Tam blinked, his eyes beginning to refocus - barely. When? How? Just as he was able to gain control over the shadow in the room, they had been yanked, forcibly, from his brain. 

Something felt out of place. He couldn't put his finger on it.

Yet he felt no pain, there was something clearly wrong. His eyes kept shifting in and out of focus, slowly becoming blurrier and blurrier, as black turned into blue and the blue kept shifting, hazy, in front of him, close, yet far, and he wanted to reach out, but was bound by a shackle he couldn't feel.

His senses were slowly beginning to become clearer, muddled messes spinning around, whirling into something he could decipher slightly. His arms crossed against his chest, drawing shadows over his body, he was shielding himself from the world.

Harsh, judgmental world. Gazes inflicted upon him..

There was a sharp heat in his abdomen - not noticeable before, but slowly growing to the point of discomfort.

The blurry blue was fading to black. And he couldn't feel any of it, he could only see the transition as it happened, unable to control it - was the black good? Did this mean he was being transported inside, somewhere? Were his eyes closed? 

Colors, against black. The fogginess of whatever the stuff on the shadow was.

He thrashed in the arms, desperately trying to swim away - he hated how it felt, how they were  slipping from him, if he'd already lost so much, why did he have to lose yet another thing?

Something slipped up to his lips, and then his vision flashed white.

Tam weakly pushed once more, trying to escape from the tentacles pulling him down, not knowing if they were real or not, trying to reach a hand out, to find himself, to save himself.

Without feeling a thing, he saw his hand reach forward, and then the tentacles pulled him back down, and he gave into the temptation of the dark abyss.