OOM: Slendyplot: Kindnapping Charles Xavier

[scots_wolf]

No more fear.

No more memories.

No more the memories of grey ruins in the fog, no more the memories of spilled blood and wails, no longer the memory of all the faces, crumpled and dead, sweet and innocent.

I am the monster, I can become the fear, I will prove I am the monster, not that which is afraid, and then nothing shall ever touch me again.

Not the wailing of children, not the doubt in the eyes of friends, not the absence of Saffron or Moist.

Not the desperate yowl of the dog as he runs away, afraid of the monster I've become.

Nothing touches me, once it is sealed.

So I quietly wander in the mist, become the mist, damp grass underneath my feet and ragged trees unable to touch me; hunting one to pounce and take, to bring to sacrifice, that which must be given over to seal the pact with the fear.

So I become pure fear itself, and never need feel it again.

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[balancingminds]

That didn't work, the other mind is searching for him. He doesn't want to be taken away, he's not broken.

The fog moves in a touch of wind and he tries to concentrate on the other mind, make himself disappear. He knows how to do this but everything's harder now.

[scots_wolf]

The fog moves in a touch of wind, and the fear moves with it, and Urquhart follows it on trained, soundless feet, gliding darkly through the mist, towards the source.

The source is almost hidden. But there is a taste in that fog.

[balancingminds]

If he stays still and keeps projecting that he's not here, he'll be safe.

He doesn't want to look at the fog, he can feel it too easily and the X on his cufflink has broken the skin on his finger, but he doesn't stop pressing.

The pain and that feeling is real, he needs to hold onto it so he doesn't get lost even more.

[scots_wolf]

He can smell the blood on the fog, clearly now.

[balancingminds]

He stops focusing for a moment to wrap his handkerchief around his finger, nothing's working as it should. The drops of his blood look like a circle with a cross through it on the ground and he starts to cough.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart comes closer, quickly, now he can hear the one who is afraid.

[balancingminds]

Every ounce of his concentration goes into trying to hide as he thinks. I'm not here. I'm not here.

[scots_wolf]

There is darkness among the trees, and Urquhart moves as if made of trees and darkness himself, sliding towards the tree where somebody is hiding.

Hiding blood.

[balancingminds]

He's scared and stays as still as he can.

[scots_wolf]

A large strong hand suddenly grabs Charles roughly by the elbow.

[balancingminds]

His fear fills the air and he yells, "No, I'm not mad!"

[scots_wolf]

"Neither am I," a voice hisses, and then a large cloth is wrapped around him, and he's thrown over somebody's shoulder at considerable height.

"I am not mad, and will never be again. I am not afraid, and never will be again."

Urquhart knows where to take the bloodied thing he caught so this will be made certain; and he does, now.