The Gnawing Hunger

Allowing an Explanation

After struggling with Hawthorne for a moment, Bo found himself walking out with the creature. His hands were being held tightly in the other man's. It didn't feel so scary at the moment. In fact, he found it strangely comforting in a way. Though he would never admit to it. In fact, if he were pressed about it. He would vehemently deny the whole loving feeling.

Especially, when the guy was pretty much kidnapping him in the moment. That no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't get free of him. Sneering as they walked through the hall and the backyard's door. For a second, he worried about getting cold. Then Bo noticed that he wasn't really feeling it. The only cold he was really feeling was coming from Hawthorne's skin. A thing that he didn't want to think on. Or think about how he was going to be like this soon.

How soon? He didn't know. It was something he really didn't want to entertain. And worried how everyone else would react to his suddenly icy flesh. A thought then hit him, would that mean that Thorn would be warm to him? It made him a little hopeful in a weird sort of way.

Then Bo tried to not dwell on those sort of thoughts. They weren't helping him in the moment. In fact, they were mostly helping his captor in kidnapping him. Squirming a little, Bo sneered down at Hawthorne. In a low voice, he asked,"Where are you taking me, Thorn?"

"Far enough from the cabin so that no one could hear us.",Hawthrone replied. It sounded pretty reasonable in his book. And he felt stupid for not thinking of this in the first place. After all, his family and best friend wouldn't understand this in the slightest bit. Also it probably would put their lives in grave danger. As Hawthorne was much more dangerous than his gentle appearance seemed.

Way more than what he appeared to be.

And they both knew this. It should have been the main reason he went along. Though he knew better than that. That he was acting of his own damn accord. He was letting Thorn lead him away from the cabin without really struggling. Bo felt that the other man knew this, too. At least he wasn't saying anything about it. Either because he found the situation somewhat hilarious. Or there wasn't anything he really knew how to say about it. Once Hawthorne felt they were far enough away from the cabin, they stopped. He informed,"In a few days Bo, you'll be just like me."

"No matter how hard you try to fight this change.",he added. A smirk growing on his angelic face. Teeth growing a tiny bit as he stared deep into Bo's eyes. Gripping Bo's hands a little tighter as he did so. It didn't hurt but, he didn't like it. Hawthorne continued,"I will be very sure that you can't stop this."

"And that hunger you've been feeling won't either.",Thorn warned. Of which, he informed would come back with a vengeance. After possibly a day or maybe even less than that. Either way, he was terrified of what that was going to mean. That he would need to eat more of...more of...whatever the Hell he had fed him. Something Bo still didn't want to think of. But, but, he had to know what it was. Had to find out what in the Hell it was.

"What in the Hell did you give me earlier?",Bo questioned. A tiny bit afraid to find out what it was. Though he just had to know. Despite everything, Bo felt that he really had to know. Hawthorne answered,"It was a small piece of your friend's liver, Bo."

"I had ripped some of it out of him then tore it in half for feedings.",he explained. So that meant there probably wasn't any more of it. Which was both a relief and a worry. Relief that he didn't have any more of pieces of Arthur. That he wouldn't be feeding him his dead best friend's organs. This was also a worry. As the hunger in him would grow once more. Probably to the point of pain once again. Maybe worse than what he had previously been feeling.

And the idea of killing some other person...it just horrified him. More then just a little bit. It made him wish he were dead instead of Arthur.

Though there was this strange thrill to this, too.