Tear In My Heart (COMPLETE)

Chapter Two

He's the Tear In My Heart, I'm Alive

He's the Tear In My Heart, I'm On Fire

He's the Tear In My Heart, Take Me Higher

Than I've Ever Been!

It was one overcast day that Hoody seemed to decide he would no longer follow Tim around like a pup, but instead tug and grab at the other who's hands swatted him away with force as they trudged through the woods towards their next goal. Yet Tim still followed, curiosity bubbling up in him. Hoody had never been like this, except on the few occasions where he knew the best way to track and kill their latest target; and he had never failed him then, so Masky still reluctantly followed.

Until, of course, they came upon an old settlement that must have dated back to the Colonial Era; houses rotting away and slowly becoming one with the first that was slowly overtaking it. One thing that stood out among the decrepit buildings, was a well that was slowly falling into shambles; stones falling out of all but one side, which held fast and persisted against the test of time. Hoody had so easily walked up to the well, hands in his pocket as he peered down into as if expecting something to be in it -- or possibly worse. Masky stood some odd feet behind, watching the other curiously and trying to figure out what exactly he was seeing.

After a few tense moments, Hoody turned towards him and gestured him over. Masky made a face, and went to ask what he thought he was doing -- however Hoody gave him little time to question as he moved onto the more solid wall of the well, standing atop it with ease and staring down into the abyss. Masky's heart stopped for a moment, legs carrying him forward without his consent as the hooded figure plunged into the darkness of the well; Masky's hand missing by what seemed mere inches as the other fell into the well. Masky flung his head over to the side, trying to judge the distance from where he was to the bottom to see if there was even a chance of retrieving the other --

Only to find that, not even five feet down, wooden planks covered the entrance almost perfectly. Compared to the rest of the buildings and even well itself, the boards almost seemed brand spanking new, untouched by weathering and the weight of an adult male plunging through them. His head spun then, confusion overtaking his frame the more he stared. Yet the more he stared -- the more something buzzing and static in the back of his head told him to follow. It was completely impossible, he knew; the vanishing act that Hoody had just performed before his very eyes. But, looking to the forest around him and then back into the well as the static and buzzing growing within his skull, he knew there was really only one way to figure out the secret of what the other had just done.

Knowing he had little left to lose at this point, Masky balanced on the edge he had seen Hoody so carefully stand on and, with one deep intake, he took the leap.

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Masky found himself being hurled quite literally from the black abyss he had so gracefully launched himself into. He hit solid ground hard ; grass tickling at any bare skin it came into contact with as he slowly got his barings. Sure enough, as his vision began to clear through his mask, he found he was looking up to a brighter sky with taller trees -- and Hoody bent above him, head cocked to one side as he looked at the other. Concerned, perhaps?

Masky groaned, sitting up slowly as Hoody moved out of his view, hand rubbing at his head as he tried to look around. Yes, they were in a forest. But it was a completely different forest then where he had originally come from. Shooing away Hoody's offered hand, Masky stumbled to his feet, still rubbing at his head.

'The fuck....?" he groaned, finally looking to Hoody who seemed to be watching him expectantly. "Did we -- was that a portal through that well or something?"