Ethan had placed two lightly chilled arms around me, pulled me close to him. I turned my head to look up at him, he was looking at me (Smallest of smiles) He gently kissed the side of my head, another small kiss went to my cheek. He then wrapped his arms a little tighter around me (Gave me a very embracing hug)
The book was pinned to my chest, still sitting in my hands.
Ethan loved hugging, loved to be held in some way. Liked to hold my hand. He often had times where he was very tactical. He also had times where he'd flinch at a single finger-tip touch, he couldn't look you in the eye. He badly wanted you, but would make himself reachable.
As for the book, Ethan moved me so I was sitting between his legs (My back resting against his chest) My hands opened the book for both of us to see.....Ethan then got me to read aloud. My body felt his steady heartbeat, my senses were awash in him.
Every so often, I would grasp at what could be achieved with a simple everyday object. To think, random things around the house could inflect such pain. Ethan knew all about them, deep within himself. I always thought, you had to have something big, or really sharp. Guns, hunter knives, bottles of acid....But, really anything can kill (If used incorrectly. Or correctly)
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Ethan held that memory tightly, the sharpness of the scalpel blade just kept digging too deep...He could feel flesh being sliced and peeled.
What in hell! Was Dr Rivers doing?! Ethan felt a sudden surge to stop everything now. Everything was to be still, not moving, not hurt. Silent. Quiet. Someone was yelling (It was him) Mr Shore and Dr Rivers had him half between being conscious and falling unconscious all over again. Human bodies were never made for great pain.
Pain had to have it's place. Stand for a reason. But, when it becomes too intense - Basically too much to bare, something will break. In most cases, it's the mind. Brain patterns are irreconcilable changed. This wasn't the spark, Ethan really needed. He needed to feel something deep, something to make the shift - Preferably, something a little more pleasurable.
Most like Ethan, changed as they moved from childhood to young youth. Completed the last few changes on the turning point of adulthood. Archangels would assign them keepers....They would be given places of service, never really fully understanding what they truly were.
Celeste and Astraea wished to throw a fly into the honey of things/ways, of how The Others were handled. They were, allowing beings like Ethan to have free-will. And that could get everyone killed. But, they were both risk-takers at heart....They just wanted to see some justice (Maybe kindness) given to the all-powerful creatures (That were just too pure for their good)
Ethan's eyes suddenly opened wide, they were black. They had the oddest brightness to them, they flickered swirls of white (Maybe that could be considered a touch of goodness) But, not today. Humans were going to pay for past actions, the innocent were going to have locked doors opened.....Ethan could smell blood was soon to be shred.
His hand shoot out for the scalpel Dr Rivers held, he took the blade....Stabbed Dr Rivers deep into his stomach, he suddenly jerked around to face Mr Shore - Grabbed both the mans hands and broke them.
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