Loving Change - Chapter Seven
Warning
references of severe abuse
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The twins were rapidly inching closer while keeping wary of the wolf snatching at their encroaching feet.
Tyron scrambled, his mind drawing a blank leaving his body to act of it's own accord; doing whatever is needed to protect the queen in his arms, "Colton!" Hearing the confirmation, Colton allowed his instincts to takeover, barring his teeth and stretching out his claws - ready to tear the brothers to shreds.
Bracing themselves for the oncoming pain, Tyron was given much needed time to run further into the house in order to hide far from where the two could reach him and Sam. As he ran he heard the fading of screams and tearing of flesh, he didn't want to think about what the entrance area looked like right now. The kitchen benches were just white blurs as he was bolting past, the dining table being passed by in mere milliseconds at his inhuman speed. For the first time in his life, Tyron lost all rational thinking during a fight - didn't know anybody except his body telling him to run and hide. Rushing into his room he lied Sam on his ivory and silver bed as quickly as possible before leaping to lock and barricade the door with what little furniture there was, consisting only of the bedside table and dresser. Starring at Sam's unconscious body he let himself take a minute to even out his breathing and rapidly racing heartbeat.
What was he to do now? Pray they don't get past the animal and find them? 'No!', scowling at his own whimpering stupidity he forced himself to think as the warrior he his.
"The wolf has hopefully dealt with them - otherwise I may have to get into the kitchen for a knife - but having a bloody mess by the front door isn't exactly inconspicuous. It would be all too easy for someone to come along and draw even more unwanted attention." But for Sam, trapped in her own mind while she lay asleep, her thoughts were far far different from that of her godly companion.
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Firey chains. Cold stone walls. Dirty bloodied floor. Spilled blood and splatterings of bruises. This was her world - her whole world.
"You have nowhere else to go. You have nothing. You ARE nothing - nothing but a WASTE." The voice of the devil himself, he deep hoarse noise meant only more torture. Sudden searing pain through her left leg followed his raised foot; just another broken bone - as if every one of her bones wasn't already damaged.
The sounds of footsteps through the dusty wooden boards of the ceiling from the house above prevented any further beating. Leaving her deformed body in the dark, the grim reaper left to welcome whichever one it was; someone he actually loved. Shivers racked her frail limbs as the bitter cold slowly filtered in from the snowy fields outside. The darkness was her only solace, at least it meant she wasn't in danger just yet. How much more, she wondered it would be till her body finally gave up hope and let go, as her mind had done so long ago.
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The first thing her senses relayed to her brain were mutters; a male voice going on about something to do with ... a bloody mess? Or unwanted attention? Oh god, she was still in hell. 'But I don't feel chains on my wrists, or stone walls, or cold cement floor. I'm on a bed? And this voice doesn't sound like one of the ten...' Then like a storm surge, mauve green eyes and a sultry smirk washed through her mind till all thoughts but one were swept away. 'Tyron.'
Fighting against the harsh sunlight streaming through the open curtains, Sam wiled her eyes to open; promptly seeing a bedraggled looking alien. 'There's a sentence I never thought to experience.' And yet, indeed the extraterrestrial was pacing back and forth while muttering to himself in a state of minor panic. What in the world had gotten the man in such a state? In the hopes of finding answers to this very question, Sam moved her gaze from the space traveler to the room around them. 'Why am I in Tyron's room? ... Wait! Why am I on his bed!? Wha-!?' Her thoughts of distress were put to a sudden halt when she was interrupted by the very man that swamped her brain, "Ah! Good, you're awake..."
Conversation drifted off from there as Tyron did not know what to say - what was he meant to say in a situation like this? Just to come out with it, like; 'Oh, just a side note, but there's probably two corpses at your front door - you may just want to deal with that real quick'!?
"W-Why, exactly, are we in your room?", Tyron suddenly freezes in his pacing, looking back and forth between Sam and the door - as if unsure. "Tyron?" The longer he remained silent the faster Sam's anxiety grew, her thoughts ran rampant - immediately going to worst case scenarios. 'Did... Did he and I!?... Did we!?... Is he ashamed about me?... Does he regret us doing it?... Oh my god! Did we use protection!?' Loud urgent sounds of claws against wood bled out from behind the bedroom door. Both of the pair lurched with the sudden disturbance; and neither seemed keen to go see what was on the other side trying to get in.
Gasping in realisation Sam rushed at the white wood barricading the entrance and - after getting Tyron to move the rest of the furniture, she used enough force to rip the door off it's hinges - she let in Colton... Who's once white muzzle is now stained red. Lord, Sam hoped that he just got into her art supplies again.
"Colton!? What did you do, you mucky pup?" Sam still kept a smile on her face, always happy to see her darling dog, but she still silently prayed that maybe he found some berries in the forest.
Feeling a burning gaze on her Sam lifted her eyes to meet the stare of the man locked in with her, to her he seemed almost... confused?
"Sam... Do you.... Do you remember anything from today?" 'She's acting as if she didn't faint at the sight of two men she obviously knew barging in her door.'
"We went to the shops... You terrified an employee... Did anything else happen?" Sam too was now confused and even more anxious than before; what could have possibly worked up Tyron into such an unusual state.
"The two men we came home to..." Tyron hoped retelling all would jog her memories... He also hoped whatever could hear him that he did the right thing. "You fainted after greeting them at the front door.", Hearing her being spoken to her, Sam fell back into her memories of the previous hours came crashing down like rain. "Once you were unconscious... They - they tried... Taking you! I don't have my powers! My weapons aren't even on this damned planet! I - I didn't know what else to do ! I..." Ignoring the rambling of Tyron, Sam retreated to her thoughts and memories about what he had told her.
"Tyron... What happened? Tell me straight." Sam refused to brake her stare, one way or another she'd get him to talk.
"I... Set Colton on them." Silence wrapped itself around the pair until it was almost strangling. Sam's eyes were wide with shock, her hands began to snake where they rested in her lap.
Sam looked to the floor while her mocha pools filled with unshed tears, "Oh god".
"Sam? They were going to hurt you! They were trying to kidnap you! What else was I to do!?" Tyron was not only beyond confused at why she was getting upset about a couple of abductors, but he was worried for her, he was angry at himself for not being able to do more.
Between whispered sobs Sam looked Tyron in his emotion rocked lilac gems, "They're my brothers".