Wendigo Psychosis // Harry Styles AU

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Carter's Pov

"No, stop it! Parker you're insane! Leave me alone!"

Where was I?

Am I in the alley again?

What... I thought I got out. Didn't Parker runaway?

As he began to approach me I stuck my arms up and barricaded my face in anticipation of a hit; but it never came, he dissipated into thin air. The buildings surrounding me began to rotate and spin in a circular motion; enveloping me in an undulation of nausea. It all merged together creating a mess of blurred vision. Darkness swirled around me, I caught a glimpse of a golden dim light ahead of me. It weaved into my vision and my body ran towards it.

Where was I going?

My feet kept moving, running on their own accord. My head is so foggy and I have no recollection or sense of direction. To distracted, I tripped over an obstacle laying on the floor. The movement was cut, it was like two scenes from a film. One second I'm standing and the next I'm laying on the floor. I felt no pain falling. I peered down, was I on a body?

"Ahhh!" I wince back. The body of what looked like a women I had fallen on top of let out a defining scream.

I tried to get up but something was holding me down. Arms were wrapped around me. I tried to push and punch hoping to hit anything. But I couldn't move my body. I was stuck. Stuck in this endless abyss of helplessness. My body was shutting down again. My eyes lids fluttering closed, feeling like I was floating I was consumed by darkness and swayed into the unknown. Grasped by the arms of my damnation.

Harrys pov

I never realized carrying a body through a door would be as difficult as this had been. She may or may not have endured a couple of minor bumps to the head. You see she kept twisting and turning I couldn't possibly just pull the keys out my pocket. No I had to manage a juggling act as if I were in a f*cking circus. Eloquently enough, I simply turned the knob, and voila; it opened. I must have forgotten to lock the door. No need for the keys then.

Seeming as if she were having a nightmare. It made my current obligation a tad bit more difficult than that of the necessary. What could be running through that small head of hers. She whimpered and whined, like a starving child. Stupid.

What was she doing out at the hour?

I stepped into the apartment, immediately a comforting warmth and what some would call a horrid smell filled my senses. It was only the decaying body parts...

I took her into the bedroom. It was quaint, but served its purpose. The red satin curtains enclosed the room from the illuminating moon. The bed was centered and the top of the bed pressed into the wall. A brooding lamp with a ripped up shade accompanied it's right side. I've never turned it on. The dresser was across the foot of the bed and a TV hung high above it. It hung on dear hope that it would not meet its self to the welcoming floor.

Her body was shivering, I laid her down, the bed reacting by sinking with her weight. She curled onto her side, such a child I thought. My waist reclining forward, I reach out and then reach below her to grab at the comforter. My fingers curling around the hem, I start to pull it down. Breathing in, her scent invades my senses, my face contours as if I had ate something sour; oh God she's the one who smells horrid.

She reaches out and warps her dainty arms around my neck. She pulls me forward. I trip over my feet and stick out my arms to catch my self from toppling over her. Her grasp doesn't loosen either, I lay down with her, as if I had a choice.