~VICTIM OF GLUTTONY~

Chapter 8: Codexial Contamination

Wren was quiet the entire day, isolated away from her friend, Willow. Of course, Willow was concerned about her friend's well being. Wren was never like this, not in the two weeks they had known each other. Wren was out for the time being, chopping trees, gathering grass, and running other small errands. Her frills clacked together with anxiety, as she looked down. Both of her hands were covered with that black steel, and she whimpered.
"It's spreading.. Oh god, what's happening to me?"
She sighed, brushing the thought of going back to Maxwell for help. There was no way in hell she was crawling back to that bastard.. Right? She held her head in her claws, sitting down to think.
"I can't go back to Willow, she can't see this. She'll freak out, she's already low on sanity. I.."
A familiar voice rang through her ears.
Maybe we need Master's help.
She stopped, and growled with anger.
"No, I'm not going to him. He'll just hurt me more. I can't risk him killing me then hunting Willow down."
She held her arms, as the voice grew more adamant and distorted.
We need him, Songbird. Not just me. Please, it's the only way.
Wren growled, hearing the voice splitting into more, as she snarled, and the metallic tar crept up her natural arm.
WE NEED HIM WE NEED HIM WE NEED HIM WE-
"God, Can't you just.... SHUT UP!?"
Wren's eyes shut as her claw made impact with something tough. Her eyes snapped open, looking at the large claw mark in the evergreen's bark. She yelped, falling back, covering her mouth. She stood up, shaking her head. She raised a talon to the broken bark, as it expelled a black tar, similar to the stuff on her hands.
"Oh my god.."
She took a deep breath, as she felt her stomach growl. She clenched her shirt, squinting. There was a loud mewl, as a catcoon sat in a stump a few feet away. Her mouth opened slightly, salivating, and she grabbed her axe. Just a bite, just one, then she'd leave it alone, just..
"Hello there, Nichols."
A firm hand was pressing into her shoulder. She struggled to get free, falling back once again. Maxwell's silhouette looked over her, as her eyes faded to the familiar crimson. She began to scoot away until she hit a wall, well, more of a large rock, but a wall nonetheless. Maxwell used a finger to point her face up to his.
"Now, now, no struggling. I just want to help you.. But I'm order for that, we need to have a little... Bet."
Wren hunched her shoulders, growling.
"I'm not doing it. I don't want your help."
He only laughed, blowing smoke into her face. She gagged, batting the smoke away.
"Oh dear, I'm sure you do, but first.."
He picked her up, running his fingers through her hair.
"Let me show you what you need to do for me."

A/N: SORRY FOR THE LACK OF UPLOADS!!! School's a thot :'))