Dance With Deceit

Dark Dreams

Warnings: Torture, blood. 

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Run.

He was almost out of breath.

Hide.

No matter where he went he was found.

Escape.

There was only one place he could go now.

He was vaguely aware of the conversation taking place, and if he played this right, his sudden appearance would seem completely natural.

Taking a deep breath he sank out, reappearing moments later in a familiar spot.

"Oh Virgil, if you're going to talk about me please, don't use my name."

The reactions he received were expected, and nothing he wasn't used to. He would gladly take their scorn over what hunted him any day. All he had to do was keep up the act of the villain and he would be safe.

Or at least, able to buy himself some time.

He looked at the five identical faces staring back at him, each one varying from fear, disgust, to scorn. The only one who didn't show a speck of emotion was Logan.

Yes, he felt bad for putting him through this, but he didn't have a choice. He would explain later, then he'd understand why he was doing this. First, he pretended to be interested in helping them with the new video, although there was a part of him that wished he could have been involved in the discussion.

That doesn't matter now.

He was perfectly aware of why Roman was so angry with him, even if the others didn't. Antagonizing him probably wasn't wise in his current situation, but there was a chance it could help him out of it. Perhaps he went a little too far with his belittling statements or referring to Thomas as Roman's master, but it was working nonetheless.

You are the bad guy, this is what you are supposed to do. You are meant to be hated.

Even Roman drawing his sword did nothing to phase him. Or at least, that's what the others were led to believe. He knew all too well the pain that could be caused by a blade, and seeing as he'd just antagonized an already unstable Roman...

It's better than the alternative.

He was going to continue goading him when he happened to glance in Logan's direction. He could tell that he was worried for him, confused and hurt at the same time. He wanted him to leave, that much was clear. He was going to turn away and continue by taunting Virgil next when something caught his eye.

No one else could see the dark figure standing behind Logan. His blood ran cold at seeing the one he loved next to the one he feared. He should've known that losing him wouldn't be as easy as appearing in the real world with the others, of course he would follow him, and why shouldn't he? The others couldn't see him, they didn't know the terror that was standing in their midst.

They would, if Thomas knew.

He spared a brief glance in their host's direction. All it would take was him dropping the act, explaining why he was really there, that he needed Thomas to know about another Dark Side, then he could reveal him, that was all it would take.

The figure moved forward, getting closer to Logan. He knew. He knew exactly what he was thinking. His breath hitched slightly when the figure laid a ghostly hand on Logan's shoulder, the latter completely unaware of his presence.

Go. Now.

"We'll continue this later." With those parting words, he sank out.

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