Mastace walked back down the street to Briggan's house. This was by no means comfortable. How would he even approach the subject? Just have to shoot it straight, he guessed. It might not be so bad. He stepped up to the front door. The events that followed the last time he entered this house played in his mind. What if that ruined my chance to get closer to him? What if he no longer wants anything to do with me after that? Surely he thought something of what happened... I was so caught up in my own discomfort that I didn't think to see how he felt about it, and then I ran off...
Anxieties plagued his psyche as he stood there, trying to gather the courage to take the leap. He lifted his arm shakily and rapped his knuckles once on the door, which swerved gently ajar. This was locked when I left. I made sure of it. A sinking feeling set into Mastace's stomach. Once again, his instincts told him that something was seriously wrong. He softly guided the door open all the way, and stepped in.
"Briggan?" Mastace whispered out just in case Briggan was in the living room where the front entrance was placed. Mastace didn't know the situation and he couldn't make any assumptions, as it could elevate the level of danger to both himself and Briggan. He got no response. All was deathly silent.
Mastace quietly tip-toed down the hall to Briggan's bedroom. The door was ajar, and faint sniffling could be vaguely picked up if you listened hard enough. Mastace listened with as much effort as every fiber in his body could offer. He heard many things happening in that room. He heard the sounds of weight shifting on Briggan's mattress, something like scratching, sniffling and silent cries here and there, and one sound he couldn't quite make out. It sounded like it had a metallic element to it, but there was something he was missing. He thought on what all the sounds might mean when they were put together. Weight shifting... Scratching... Crying... and something metal... It wasn't long before the pieces were put in their proper context. Oh God! I have to stop this! Without much more thought, Mastace bust through the door.
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Never Too Late
Genel KurguBriggan wasn't somebody that wanted friends. He'd been alone for as long as he could remember, and he wouldn't mind it if he stayed that way for the rest of his days. Or, at least, he would've... had someone not began meddling in his life. Now, ever...
