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𝖨𝖭 𝖶𝖧𝖨𝖢𝖧: You've been hunting for awhile now, a lot of things have changed- was it for the better or worse? No, it was for the worse.
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Warning(s): this episode contains elements such as self-harming that may be upsetting to some readers. ──────────────
Me, Samael, and Rayne were hiding in a staff room so the murk wouldn't see us, my heart was beating fast from fear.
I heard glass shatter which meant the murk was still in the store, Rayne looked over at us, I was latching onto Samael who looked pissed, but not because I was holding onto him, but because his brother had orge.
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It was hours later and I was laying on Samael's lap, taking a quick little nap. I don't know how long the murk's been outside but I really hope it was gone.
Once I woke up I removed my head from Samael's lap, but then he started falling but I caught him in my arms.
"Samael?" I whispered, Rayne ran over to us, "Oh god, he's burning up." She said, we both helped him up.
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We were now back at the house, I was in my room and laid on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.
"Why do you have those scars?" Jane asked, I quickly covered my right arm and hid them.
His bright yellow eyes were boring into mines, "Ironic isn't it..? How Rayne vowed to protect you but she can't even protect you nor Samael from yourselves? Rayne already saw your scars. Now she sees his. That's why i don't want her around you. Or Samael around you. It doesn't matter if he knows what you're going through or doesn't— he will never understand cause he wouldn't want to end up leaving. Same goes for her." Jane explained, I sighed and covered myself with the blanket.
"Why aren't you listening to me? Taking my advice? No one will always be there to protect you, (Y/n). But I will be here. This is not about 'helping' it's about survival." Jane said, moving some hair out of my face, I closed my eyes and started falling asleep.
But I felt the bed shift when Jane hovering above me, his legs on either side of my waist, then he leaned down, a warning look in his yellow piercing eyes, his ink black hair covering us like blackout curtains.
"𝘿𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙚?" Jane asked, well, I would have to.
