Please excuse my lack of updates so many different things have been happening Ill write about it in the ask me story thing now on to the story!
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Craig looked towards the grim voice and growled. The hairs on his back stood up. Craig pondered who it was. It was either that creepy bastard or his goons. Did he have goons? Craig expected him to. Craig turned around to face the voice ready for the worst. He saw the pale goth slightly smirking at him. Craig was going to try tobe calm but the smug look on Pete's face drove him over the edge. "Where the fuck is she!" Craig yelled barely able to keep himself from beating the crap out of the black and red haired boy. "Who?" Pete snickered a bit. "You mean my beautiful angel, (Y/N)? Oh she's resting away from idiots like you." His words ended with a harsh tone. Craig grinded his teeth and he said "Let her go." his words were darker than normal. Much more sinister, deadlier. "Why she is mine." Pete laughed louder. Then Craig's eye twitched with annoyance. He was ready to kick some ass. "SHE'S NOT YOURS!" He screamed slamming his fist in to the goth's face. Pete stumbled back trying to regain his composer. "GIVE HER BACK!" Craig kicked him in the stomach. Fuck that kunfu bullshit. Craig was going to kick his bitch ass. Craig was about to hit him again when Pete gripped his hand and flipped him. Welp.... Looks like Craig did need that kunfu bull shit. Craig got up and stood in the proper fighting stance. Pete did the same. Pete kicked Craig blocked. Craig punched Pete blocked. It was an endless cycle between to equally matched warriors. This held up for what seemed to be hours yet the furry never left their eyes. Mean while you sat in your room. There had to be a way out. You tugged and pulled trying to break the shackle. "God dammit!" you yelled slamming your fist against the wall. When you did that you heard a clank on the floor. You looked towards the noise to find something had fell within arms reach. You quickly grabbed it but to your surprise and disgust. "A bone saw?" At first you trembled but then you had an idea. A bone saw may not be able to cut a shackle but its able to cut flesh. You sighed knowing what you had to do. You knew it would hurt and that it was probaly crazy but you needed to escape. You knew if not now then never. And if never you would die here. You ripped a piece of your dress and bit on to it. You pressed the shar metal in to your (s/k) flesh and slowly made a cut. You winced in pain but kept going as your flesh seperated and your blood flooded out. Tears formed in your eye as you sawed faster. You wanted to get this pain over with. After a half hour of slipting flesh you reached the bone. You would have sighed in relief of being half way done but you were trembling to much. Tears flooded from your eyes and you wanted to scream but yoy held it in. If he heard you he woyld stop you. You started sawing the bone.
Digging the blade in to the tough bone breaking it slowly. You felt every snap and shatter you almost passed out from pain but your longing for freedom was to much. Your longing for him was to strong. You'd escape for Craig. Escape for love.
