GUESS WHO'S BACK?!I finished testing and I'm writing three chapters today!I'm sorry I haven't been updating what you've been wanting to read. I wanted to do this in my spare time and I don't like being under pressure(Sorry BBCanimefangirl, I need to say it too). I hate stress and I'm writing over the ENTIRE summer. That means a LOT more time to write and make more stories and....you'll love it a lot okay?SO, without further distractions, this is Hands of Death!
Also, this is angst and has an anxiety attack and mentions of suicide. Also, a character dies sooooo.....If you don't like that, wait even later for my next two chapters for today.
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I hated it. I hated it so, so, much. I had no ability to touch anything. I couldn't pet a dog. I couldn't shake hands with Logan. I couldn't hug Patton. I couldn't hold hands with Princey. I couldn't even touch the kids.
Every time I tried to touch anything living, it instantly dies. I guess you might as well call me the Black Death. Not that kind of Black Death. You know what I mean.
Months have gone by since I noticed this weird "talent" some would call it. It was more of a curse than anything else. I was watering a plant in my room(yes, I have plants)and one of the leaves were dropping down a little. So, like I usually would when this happened, I tried to nudge it back up a little bit.
The entire plant wilted and crumbled down into the pot leaving dust.
I realized I couldn't touch any living thing. It brought bad things. Princey broke up with me, because I kept myself isolated from everyone, even him. I didn't dare touch him. If I killed him, or anyone else, I'd kill myself too. I had that ability. I could just hold my own hand.
Logan was peeved at the sudden disinterest of his appearance anywhere around me. He's asked a couple times and I'd never answer. He'd always just think that I was going through more anxiety than normal, and even being him, tried to tolerate it. He'd knock on my door every once in a while. He'd try getting me to eat with all of them, but I was always asking questions.
What if I touch Patton while grabbing a plate?
What if Princey tries to grab my hand again?
What if the kids want to play with me?
I couldn't do anything. Though, I had found a small solution.
I was roaming the back of Thomas's mind, trying to see if I could find anything and I did. They were right around the edge of the "Forget Void" where if a trait jumped in, they'd be erased.
It was a pair of black leather gloves. They weren't your eagle handling gloves. They were not tight, but secure enough around my hands, so that they wouldn't slip. Best thing was that the were water proof.
I came back to the others and they questioned my sudden appearance with the gloves. They knew I hated leather.
"Anxiety?The gloves. Why?"Princey asked walking up to me. He smiled after expecting a flinch from me, but not getting one. I pulled down on his collar to get his lips to reach mine. Awes were heard from the background.
Originally, if I didn't have the gloves, he'd be dead from me slightly touching his neck.
He pulled away with this dazed look on his face.
"Awe, you're blushing."He frowned though.
"Yeah, I did like that. I'll have to admit that, but Anx, I'm not with you anymore. I don't feel anything towards you. I said the kiss was great, because you are a good kisser, but I don't feel fireworks like I used to."He turned away on the last part.
