Locked from everyone except for realfon and unspokengrief

[ringthedead.livejournal.com]

[at the secret hideout, aways from the general population of this place in a deep deep forest, carrying an unconcious child on his shoulder]

Hey, Ion! [down with the disguise, with a huge grin on his face] Guess what I brought back.

Comments

[realfon.livejournal.com]

[Ion had been busy thinking over certain actions he had taken a few days ago. Seeing Luke arrive made him smile.]

What did you... [Now he noticed the child.] Now where did you find that thing.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

[shifts slightly when he speaks, still mostly out of it but starting to wake up]

[ringthedead.livejournal.com]

Oh something I picked up along the way. And this too.

[ringthedead.livejournal.com]

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

[groans and slowly opens his eyes when he's thrown, still too out of it to do much else]

[ringthedead.livejournal.com]

Oh, so you finally came to, hehe.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

W-Where's Guy?

[ringthedead.livejournal.com]

Not here.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

[glares at him and sticks his tongue out, but doesn't even try to get away since he knows he can't- he only has his diary on him, and his bag he was carrying was filled with food, a first aid kit, a knife, a pillow, and a small blanket]

[ringthedead.livejournal.com]

You want me to cut that tongue out?

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

[pulls his tongue back into his mouth and just glares at him, biting his lip when he sees his diary thrown]

[ringthedead.livejournal.com]

hmm, nothing useful. Oh well~ doesn't matter anyways.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...What are you going to do to me?

[ringthedead.livejournal.com]

...

Have a little fun with you.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

[his eyes widen and he starts shaking] I-I don't want you to...

[ringthedead.livejournal.com]

Hm. You don't have much of a choice in the matter.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

[winces, biting down hard on his lip to keep himself from crying out]

[ringthedead.livejournal.com]

aww, I'm sorry, does that hurt?

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

[whimpers as he's dragged, not making any noise other than that]

[ringthedead.livejournal.com]

Oh, you're not much of a squealer are you? Wonder how long that's going to last.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

[cries out slightly at that, doing his best to curl up in a ball afterwards]

[ringthedead.livejournal.com]

Oho, come on now I'm not done with you yet.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

[starts shaking again, looking away from him and not saying anything]

[ringthedead.livejournal.com]

Come on kid. You're going to be here for a long time, might as well make it worth my time.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...I don't want to die...