Emberwood [m]Reach for light.

Bonnie.

“No.”
He lost. He was forced to stand there and watch her clean herself. Look over herself. Feel so comfortable as to turn the back of her head to him and speak to him as if he were another part of the air. He wobbled, his teeth spitting up his own blood. She asked him the most crude question. Kill her. Oh, he wanted to. Is that what she thought he was thinking? How fucking sick. He jerked his head to the side, his eyes now narrowed down. “You got some sort of death wish something? Do you want to die?”

Earlier, she’d stopped too. Dead on the ground. With how limp she became, if she’d not been breathing and still raging warmth from her own blood, he’d have thought she was. What a damn psycho.
Or perhaps too weak to stand up and fight, or care to anymore.

Even now, with that thought in mind, with him finding it difficult to speak no matter how harsh his voice came out, he couldn’t let himself solidify that thought. When it was her acting as if she had scratches. He felt like a child talking big-talk to an elder. Prick…prick…..prick..

SHOVE ONE UP YOUR ASS!