Two Silver Hatchets: A Ticci Toby FanFiction

Chapter 3

The next day there was a shaky knock on Annabelle's window. Since her step-father was in the bedroom and she had just finished crying, she opened the window slowly.

Quickly, the man entered the room quietly and smirked at her.

"H-Hey, babe~" he said in his low voice as he wrapped an arm around her waist.

Annabelle jumped at his cold hand and pushed it away, wiping her tears with her hand and then continuing to cradle her other.

When he saw her pain, his face softened and he gently took her injured wrist in his palm.

"D-Did I d-do this..?" he said, sounding almost remorseful. All Annabelle did was nod in reply.

He ran his free hand through his hair, lighting gripping the back before letting go. He slid off his mouth guard and goggles and laid them on the bed before sighing.

"I'm sorry...I didn't mean to hurt you this bad..." he gently cradled her wrist and softly turned it to see the damage.

Annabelle slightly winced and nodded, admiring his face, no longer bound by the strange accessories he wore. 

He looked like a child who grew up too fast. He had little to no facial hair, and was dirty, scratches scattered along his sickly pale, almost greyish skin.

"I-It looks like I dislocated your wrist...I'm g-going to have to pop it back into p-place, so just...here. Bite my hand so that you don't make too much sound a-and so that you don't rip out your teeth." he put his hand to her mouth and chuckled softly.

Annabelle reluctantly bit his hand softly. With a swift movement, he flipped her hand and a loud popping sound was audible. She bit down forcefully as she screamed and sparse tears flew from her eyes.

He waited for her pain to diminish so that he could pull away his hand. 

She stared in awe as he didn't bother to give a second look at his now bleeding hand. 

"Uhm...your hand..." she pointed suggestively at the now swelling area.

He examined her wrist carefully. "I d-don't feel pain," he mumbled, obviously not too fond of the idea.

Her eyes flew to his. "Really? You're lucky..." whispered Annabelle, as she reached down to rub her now slightly aching wrist.

Toby quickly swatted her hand away, shaking his head. "Y-You simply wou-...wouldn't understand," he massaged her wrist and looked anywhere but her suddenly very interested and slightly invasive eyes. His body instinctively twitched.

The teen cocked her head to the side in complete confusion. "You don't feel pain. That's a miracle in itself. You don't have to worry about broken bones, or even in my case, dislocated ones..." She focused on him, feeling his mysterious aura pushing her away.

"Sure... a-a miracle.." he murmured. "B-But at the same ti-time, a curse..." his rich brown eyes pierced into hers.

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Cormamin lindua ele lle! Sorry for not updating in about 9 months! I've been busy and a lot has happened, but enjoy! I'll probably be updating more often now!