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You can never run from the voices that plague you
Thorin X Bilbo ongoing stories with multiple chapters:
TW: I personally donât think thereâs any triggers in here BUT. There is talks of how Gaz views the people in the town and he likens them to a cow sooooooo yeah
âHey, you okay?â Gaz knocks a light tap on the glass. You mustâve been in too long of a thought for him to have to ask. Once he gains your attention again he speaks, âSoapâs been talking about you so much. Wanted to see you for myself.â His eyes seem warmer than Soapâs bright blues. âYouâre beautiful,â his eyes trail you up and down. Thereâs not much light save for what the full moon gives but he and Soap always find you easily. Were you ever able to hide?
You canât seem to find your words. Your tongue twisted into knots as your fingers tightened over your old shirt that youâll be needing to wash with the amount of sweat growing.
âAre you sleepy or nervous? Must be both by now,â he says, cooing at you gently, playing the part of a dashing gentleman. If there wasnât a sharpness to his teeth you probably wouldâve forgotten just what he is. âitâs alright, promise Iâm not a right bastard like Soap. I swear he doesnât know how to act around pretty birds like you.â And you do? You nod slowly at him and he's pleased but only for so long. Tapping just once on the glass, âtalk to me.â Again, not a question but not a demand either from how his tone is so velvety soft.
Your knees bounces slightly, itâs inevitable that youâll have to keep up a conversation with him. You wished and maybe hoped that heâd say a little piece and be off but no. He waits for you to get comfortable enough to talk once more. Your body might be a live wire but your brain is actively looking for a way to just sleep. Youâre not like these creatures that come knocking at night. You need your sleep and maybe they do too but at least you donât go banging on the walls or tapping at their windows.
âComfortable yet?â He asks, albeit thereâs something prickly in his warm eyes. Maybe it was always there but you havenât noticed till now. âYou look all soft and sweet sitting there.â
Sweet⌠âGaz likes them sweet.. tastes better to him..â Soapâs words that he used earlier have become a wisdom of caution that snaps you out of your silence. âYeah,â your tone is short and he blinks, the first one to do so. âIâm fine, itâs nice.â The chair being nice but your hips ache from sitting for so long and so does your neck from how it was bent back. Youâll have to massage it come morning. âCould be better.â Youâll probably be too tired to do much so maybe you wonât get that massage.
His shoulders shake a little as he grins. His deceptively warm eyes sucking you in even as you try to be pointed with him. âHave I upset you? Havenât even spoken to you till now.â He sounds genuine but you know better.
âSoap didnât tell me Iâd get another visitor.â Itâs the honest truth but you donât know if Soapâs made mention to him that he told you what Gaz does at the Townhouse. âForgive me for being unprepared.â If Soap had told you before running off like he did that Gaz would be here then maybe youâd be acting better than you are.
âApology accepted, sweetheart.â
You canât hide your scowl now. Your arms crossing tightly over your chest. âWhereâs Soap?â At least Soap is easier to manage⌠sorta. Gaz plays the part of gentleman extremely well, heâs the kinda guy youâd take to your parents after the second date. The one youâd make scrapbooks for a future wedding before an âI love youâ is even said. Itâs why youâre so on edge right now. Whatâs his game? You do your best to choke down your own anger before it gets the better of you. Pissing Gaz off will do you no favors and it sure as hell won't keep Erin safe. Before you can apologize, even when you donât want to, he answers your question easily.
âHeâll be pleased to know you miss him.â Thereâs his dazzling smile once more. If your attitude makes him upset then heâs hard pressed to say anything. With Soap you knew heâd get upset by the sound of his accent deepening and how his skin would stretch tight. Gaz gives nothing but a smile and sharp eyes. âTo answer your question.â He leans more of his weight to his right side, âheâs off hunting.â
You stiffen a bit. Hunting could mean heâs looking for an unsuspecting animal or⌠heâs going after a human stupid enough to actually be outside. Is that why he left so suddenly? You have an urge to grab your binoculars to look out but Gaz is standing in the way of you seeing anything important. âWhatâs⌠whatâs he hunting?â You ask, curiosity and worry bubbling up in your heart. You hope itâs not a person, you hope itâs a rabbit or a bird thatâs caught his eye. Something that wonât scream and haunt your nightmares.
His head tilts, âdo you really want to know?â His voice sounds amused now, âcuriosity ate the cat from all the questions the cat asked after all.â Thatâs not how the saying goes but perhaps here things are different.
You swallow and shake your head ânoâ quickly. âNevermind then.â It doesnât matter. Deep down you donât want to know. Itâs not like youâll be able to do anything if it was one of the townsfolk. Youâre not a runner, youâd just get in the way and then youâd be their meal. As selfish as it sounds⌠you donât know if youâd ever leave your home to save another.
Youâre stuck in this cage just as much as your visitors are stuck in their nature. They wonât change their ways anymore than youâll decide at random to open the door or pull the nails off the windowsill to open the window.
He hums a little tune, one that sounds vaguely familiar. The same one that Soap hums, the same notes from when you were at the dinner with Erin for the first time. The same song Gaz himself hummed when he spotted you at the Townhouse.
âThat,â you start and he perks up, âthat song.â He nods as if to encourage you, âyou and Soap hum that a lot.â The question is why? Why that song in particular?
âCatchy isnât it?â Itâs your turn to nod albeit unsure, âheard Soap humming it a while back and now itâs stuck in here.â Tapping his forehead. He grins a little grin, âmust be stuck in yours too for you to have noticed.â
That song isnât stuck, it follows you. Sometimes youâll hear it in your nightmares. Especially in the one thatâs been plaguing you here recently. Sometimes theyâre exactly the same and other times they are slightly tweaked.
Running through the forest. Home is just up head even with how dark it is. The branches pick at your skin as you run and then fall. You look up when you hear a laugh, a person blurry to your vision. Like theyâre not all there comes into view and blocks your sight to the house. They stand far away and every step that it takes towards you they hum the song.
âYeah⌠you could say that.â Shrugging your shoulders nonchalantly, no dream has stuck with you like that one does. That one has been coming around too often for your likening and youâve started considering it to be a warning. âWhy,â you bite your lip to reword any sharp tone that could come out. You take a breath and speak to mimic him in a way. âCan I ask why you are here?â
âI told you, sweetheart.â Tutting softly, âSoap talks about you a lot. Wanted to see you for myself.â His eyes roam yours just for the show of it but he lingers and drags for a few seconds over your neck and chest.
Thatâs not much for you to go on. Thereâs always a reason with them. There has to be something more. Why now? Why come when Soapâs gone?
âI canât come see a pretty bird like you?â He asks and you have a half a mind to think heâs getting upset but thereâs no difference in how heâs acting. âAre you Soapâs only?â Grinning wide when your eyes open like a deer in headlights.
âNo!â You cough as you stumble over your words, âI just meant,â you sigh and pull yourself together before he gets anymore joy out of this. âWhat I mean is, is that only why youâre here?â
âNope.â He pops his âpâ, he teases now. âI figured itâs time we met. Itâs not every day that we get something as curious as you. Landed you somewhere you didnât want to be in, huh?â
Your hand slowly balls into a fist in the fabric of your shorts. There it is. Now youâre getting somewhere with him. âYeah, you could say that.â To your credit, you donât grit your teeth or scowl. You keep neutral or as neutral as you can be. Your hand comes to cover your mouth as you yawn loudly. Rubbing your cheek and staring at him, he hasnât blinked again. His eyes seem hallowed now, that warmth that was there is gone. Artificial like the artificial sunlight lamp you got your grandpa when you got your first paycheck. It was never real and you knew it but why show it now?
âDo you want to know who Iâm talking to?â Of course you do, youâve been racking your brain since Soap threatened you. You want to know. If you can find out who heâs romancing then you can prevent a massacre. He knows this of course, dangling it over your head and raising it higher and higher when you reach for it.
âYes.â No point in lying. No point in pretending otherwise like he and Soap and the rest of his friends do.
He brings a finger to tap at his chin in thought. âNow, why should I tell you?â Thereâs an offer in there, persuade him. Make him give you the answer you so desperately want.
But what can you offer death? What does death even want?
âYou can have me.â Thatâs all you can give. âIâll open the door to you tomorrow night. You can kill me however you want if you tell me who youâre talking to.â Youâll tell the sheriff once Gaz gives you the answer and then tomorrow night youâll drink yourself to numbness and wait for hands to rip you apart. At least itâll be your choice, youâll be selfish to drink liquor. All their other victims werenât allowed to prepare but youâll take your death willingly if it means your only friend in the Townhouse will be safe.
It must be a good deal with how his smile widens but everything sours when he tosses his head back to laugh loudly. He laughs as if youâve told something so hilarious that even a professional comedian couldnât hold a candle to you. Maybe you are laughable in saying something like that.
âOne meal against how many in there?â He rolls his head to look back at you. Moving up and down on the balls of his feet before settling once more. âLetâs see,â He counts on his fingers the bodies that live in the Townhouse. Each count makes your chest squeeze, he and his friends are incredibly greedy you realize. Hounding for something bigger than what your body can give. For the first time in your life youâre the smallest compared to the rest. Gaz makes a disappointed whistle, âdoesnât seem like a fair trade, donât you think, sweetheart?â Patronizingly sympathetic as he speaks, maybe heâd pat your head if he was inside the house.
Your teeth grind, he has you against a corner. Backed you in there and made you see that youâre not all that. What else can you offer him?
âNothing,â he says as if heâs in your head. You stare wide eyed for a fraction of a second, âthereâs nothing you can give me.â That forehead of his falls to the glass and you see him clearly for what he is. Despite the kindness and warmth heâs shown, he sheds it fast. âThe only reason I havenât gotten my meal is because now Iâm made to wait.â His skin, like Soapâs, stretches little by little. Pulls back and keeps whatever straining to get out to stay put. âEating you won't satisfy me the way that one will.â
âBecause I donât love you?â Snapping quickly at him and he just grins. Youâd liken him to a wolf and a cat with his teeth show.
âSoap told you what I like, hmm?â Licking over his lips, his skin stops thinning out and heâs slowly pulled right back to normal. Heâs right back to being a charming man, nothing monstrous underneath him at all. âCanât blame a guy for wanting something sweet to love him.â He sighs longingly, âsweets are something I prefer. Tastes better on the tongue more than salt, donât you think?â
Your brows twitch, âyouâll kill him though.â Itâs a long shot if heâll correct you on the gender. Youâre hoping to narrow down the men from the women in the Townhouse. âHeâll open the door to you and then youâll kill him as the rest of your friends will kill everyone else just so you can eat.â It makes you sick to your stomach to even mention it. If you had eaten earlier maybe bile wouldâve come up.
Thereâs an annoyed scoff from him that dampens your bravado. âDo you feel sad when a cow is slaughtered for you to quench your hunger?â His eyes darken, the brown blurring to black as his hand lands on the window. Soaps eyes brightened like an electric blue but Gazâs deepens like the abyss, reminds you of Maskâs soulless eyes.
âIs that what he is then? Just a cow for you to cut open?â You trail on, is that all anyone breathing is to these creatures? âNever mind that heââ
âYou keep saying he,â cold washes over you as his head turns like a cat does to its bird. He watches you with intense observation. You flapped your wings too hard and he caught wind of what you're trying to do. âClever little minx. Tried to get me to slip up, didnât you? Thought Iâd give something of a detail away to you?â Your heartbeat quickens and he shushes you, probably smelling your anxiety the way Soap can. âItâs no fun if you can narrow down who my âcowâ is and even if I did tell you,â he whispers and your ears strain. âWhat would stop me from going to the Townhouse to just kill them right now once their name is known to you?â
âIââ
âYou?â Gaz laughs but thereâs no joy in it but sick pleasure. âYouâll what, sweetheart?â Your eyes fall as does your shoulders, âoh donât look like that. You tried your best, almost had me slip.â He says but it could just be a lie. âHow about this,â he sighs like thereâs just no way to please you. âIâll tell you if you give me an exchange?â He sees the tiniest form of confusion and Gaz smiles like prior, âgive me ten people and Iâll tell you the name.â
âTen?â Ten names? But thatâs not it and you know it. âIâŚâ whatâs to stop him and his friends from still going after the Townhouse. Youâll kill just to get a name and then what? Will they stop? âI-I canât,â your minds jumbling together, so many pros and cons smashing and making it difficult to be steady in your voice. âI wonât do that.â Whoâs to say he or his friends wouldnât make you do it again?
âThen happy hunting,â he grins and stands. Your heart lurches to your throat as you stand quickly. Your chair is thrown backwards as you press against the window.
âWait! Wait,â he hasnât moved, âwhere are you going? Donâtââ his index finger comes up and curls over the glass where your face would have been touched if there was no barrier. He crouches once more so he can be better leveled with you.
âIâm not allowed to have my meal just yet.â Your heart doesnât ease when you hear that but at least the Townhouse gets another night. âThe Captain will be speaking with you soon enough.â He rubs his index up and down and you swear you could feel it against your cheek. Whoever this Captain is, you donât want to meet him but thereâs no choice here. There never has been. Gaz speaks softer now, a gentleness that he puts on just for you. âGet some sleep, the suns gonna be coming up in an hour or so.â He leans back so he can look at how the night sky has become lighter.
You donât say anything as he stands up once more. He jumps down like Soap did and youâre quick to grab your binoculars to watch him. He passes the sheriffs office and keeps heading north till he disappears into the woods. You follow the tree line, looking to see if anyone else is there but your back tenses when it is Mask that you find staring back at you.
He makes no motion, makes no move to turn away. Just stares at you, his boney mask shining better with the night sky that begins to ebb into just the tiniest sliver of sunrise yellow. Mask eventually fades into the woods leaving you to worriedly ponder over everything.
Eventually you toss your binoculars on the bed. You canât sleep, Frank is coming around with food and even though youâre exhausted you are also hungry for something to eat. Your stomach growls and growls even longer as you sit on the ground. Your head against the wood of the windows edge, the bed is too enticing and even touching it could make you pass out. So you just wait for the comingâ
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Itâs softer than Soapâs and your eyes, try as you might, have to be forced open since they closed without your permission. You stand with a groan as you faintly hear the old man yelling for you to, âcome on down, canât stay asleep forever!â Snorting a heafty laugh, as if you could.
Trudging down the stairs is a chore in itself but you get to your door and open it up for him. Heâs got two large brown bags with food for you to use for your week. It smells divine to you, thereâs the prettiest red apple that youâve ever seen peaking out on top and your stomach growls so loud that Frank cocks a worried brow.
âNeed food in your stomach,â as he states the obvious you open the door wider for him to step in. âAnd sleep,â of course heâd notice that, âyou look like youâve been run through the ringer.â He laughs to himself as he sits the bags on the kitchens counter. You try to put them up but he smacks your hand. âGo sit before you pass out here. I swear Iâll never understand young people and their need for staying up late.â
You rub your hand, you could argue with him but all your energy is being put into standing still long enough and then for taking heavy steps to fall on your couch. You faintly hear him rummaging about your kitchen. Muttering under his breath about the cast iron needing help and it doesnât take long for sleep to take you. Itâs safe to sleep with him your mind must think.
He mustâve let you sleep for longer than you wouldâve liked when he rouses you, âlunch?â He offers with a plate of breakfast and a kind smile on his face. âIt might not taste good, my mom didnât teach me all that much but I can make a mean omelette.â It looks good and he sells himself short on his cooking.
You hork it down fast not even listening to him chastising you about how youâll choke. He shoves cup of water in your hand and takes the plate from you so he can clean it. Doesnât need to clean much since you licked it clean or so he says. He mustâve already ate because he didnât eat with you and that does make you feel just a bit guilty since you were supposed to eat with him. âOh well,â you sigh and he pokes a head back.
âWhatâs that?â
Your head falls on the back of the couch as you peer to look at him. âSorry for sleeping, Iâve uh..â god, what can you say? What can you tell him without something bad happening? âIâve gotââ
âNightmares?â He offers and you simply nod. Not a lie but also not a truth. He sighs, making his way to sit on the recliner, âwanna talk⌠about it?â Rubbing his neck and he looks away before looking at you.
âNot really.â
âThatâs fine,â he murmurs, âyou donât have to but,â his fingers tap on his knee, âif you want to. You can tell me. Promise I wonât tell a soul.â He laughs slightly to ease the awkwardness. Heâs used to giving orders and keeping people safe, he lends and ear and a shoulder whenever he can but that doesnât mean that heâs good with this. âI get my fair share of nightmares too.â
âReally?â Makes sense, you turn a bit on your side to lay down fully on your couch. âMines not something that makes any sense. Too many things and not enough time to figure them out.â
âYou wanna figure them out?â
Shrugging your shoulders, âIâm curious.â About your recurring dream and your visitors. He doesnât need to know about the visitors though.
âYou know what they say about curiosity,â he hums with a knowing tone, âcuriosity eats the cat when it asks too many questions.â Rolling his eyes just as you scoff. âItâs the truth, sometimes things are better left unlearned.â He rocks now, the point of his shoes pushes off so the recliner will move. âMust be some dream if itâs bothering you so much.â
âItâs⌠yeah, it is something.â Curling up as best as you can. For a moment you can pretend itâs your grandpa talking to you, for a moment you can pretend youâre back home in that trailer with that old air conditioning that hums. Can even pretend to smell the leather from your old couch to this fabric couch and pretend itâs your grandpa that made you breakfast. Just pretend for even a second that youâre somewhere safe and loved.
âHey?â
You hide your face, you blame how tired you are for starting to cry so easily. Itâs not fair. Why does Frank have to be so nice and observant?
âYou okay, hun?â Thankfully he doesnât stand up but thereâs an old gentleness in his eyes that makes you wish you were blind.
âIâm just tired grâ Frank,â biting on your lip when you nearly slip up. âIâm just really tired.â
âI know,â he murmurs softly and the sound of the recliner squeaking comes to a stop. You silently cry and he stays seated, probably because he doesnât know if he should hug you or tell you the lie that everything is going to be okay. âYou know,â he starts as you blink in rapid succession to stop any newer tears. âI used to have this nice barbecue grill,â he stands finally and sits down on the floor. His back to the couch as he nears you but doesnât make you do anything to move. âGod, I loved that thing. Me and my dad,â he makes a sharp whistle, âweâd try to outdo each other.â
Sniffling, âreally?â Wiping the stray tears from your cheeks as you look at him.
âYeah,â he laughs, âone time though.â He rolls his sleeve up on his right arm. A strip of a nasty looking burn mark is faded but still telling, âI got too excited. Hurt myself real bad, some kids,â he sighs at the painful, old memory, âsome made fun of me and it made me real sad. Messed with my head a lot and I finally just went and told my dad about it and you know what he said?â Frank turns his head to you, you give him a turn of your head for him to continue wordlessly. âHe said, âFrankie, you can let those voices hurt you or you can tell them to shut up and keep goingâ needless to say, Iâm still here.â He gives a tentative pat to your knee. âListen, kid, I donât know whatâs going on up in there.â Motioning to your head, âit might really be dreams or something else youâre not telling me, and you donât have to say just what, but whateverâs messing with your head. Sometimes,â he pats again a bit more firmly, âsometimes you just gotta ignore it.â
âThis place will chew you up and spit you back out,â parroting what he told you the day you came to the house. Not exactly the same but close enough and he smiles.
âExactly,â his hand moves but heâs yet to get off the floor. Too old to move too quickly anymore, âdonât let this place change you. If you want me to stay the night then I can do that. Or if you want me to start coming over to make breakfast for you I can.â He offers, âIâm no stranger to spending the night. Sometimes people just need a new perspective, you know? Or sometimes they feel safer with the âsheriffâ coming around.â His fingers make a dramatic gesture of quotations around the word. âDonât want to toot my own horn but I like to think I can be a nice shoulder to lean on. Even for hermit kids like you.â
The good feeling is gone and you sit up just to shove him and he groans like heâs been shot. Ever dramatic in how he bends over.
âHurting the elderly is a crime here,â he cries as he gets on his back to look up at the ceiling, âIâm never making you an omelette again.â Glaring half heartedly but heâs glad to see you smiling once more.
âNot even if I try to find a grill?â Tempting him like the snake did.
He sits up and his bones pop, âif you find a good enough grill then Iâll make you as many omelettes as you want.â
âSo long as I get some ribs. Iâd kill for those.â
âAnd a nice steak?â His hands rub together as an invisible cloud bubble forms over both your heads of all the things you could make on a grill. Eventually you both talk so much about it that you feel better than you did. Canât even remember why you cried in the first place but youâre grateful for his company.
He gets to leaving albeit he was slow to get going. Apparently his hip has been acting up lately and you offered to help him with making the rounds around the town but he brushed you off. âGet some sleep, kid, if you ever need me to stay or need some old man advice just tell me you need an omelette.â A secret code that only you both will know and understand, âmight get eggshells in them from time to time but everyone needs their calcium.â His brows wiggle and your eye rolls hard.
Once heâs gone youâre left alone in this big house. You feel lighter than before. If there was a safer way to tell him whatâs really going on then maybe you and him can make a plan. Gaz gave you nothing to work with but he did seem upset about you saying his⌠cow⌠is a man. Maybe his âloveâ isnât a man but a woman? You head to your kitchen to find everything has been cleaned and put away. Hardly anything to do besides wait for night to come. You could go to your garden but youâd rather just stay in for the day. Tomorrow youâll garden, youâll get the little slice of peace back even with the growing pressure.
Soapâs driving while Ghost sits in the passenger seat. He talks about anything heâs seeing, itâs been a long drive home and theyâre not any closer to base. Not much is keeping his focus besides following the road but he sees something that snags his thoughts.
Thereâs a bus full of kids probably getting home to their respective places. âI remember when I was in those.â Soap sighs long and it shows his growing age. âAmazinâ how Iâm the one in the car now, I used to wave at the ones passinâ by.â That was lifetimes ago it seems now heâs nearing 30 with bad hearing.
Ghost doesnât say anything, as usual, Soap tends to ramble on long drives like these. Nothing really to say but it did get Ghost reminiscing. âThis bloke used to drive past my bus.â Thereâs a crinkle around his eyes, the beginnings of a hidden smile. âFlipped his middle finger up at us all the time when heâd drive beside us.â Soap begins laughing until the sound of Ghostâs window starts going down.
âGhost?â A hint of worry in the Scotâs voice now. Heâs driving beside the bus, thereâs the makings of a shit eating grin under Ghostâs mask. âGhost doon ye dare!â
Just as Soap tries to speed past the bus to stop whatâs in motion, Ghost sticks his arm out and, like mentioned prior, he sticks a gloved middle finger up at the bus. âFull circle, yeah, Johnny?â The man sounding deviously happy about what heâs doing. The Scotâs cheeks redden with embarrassment and he yells at Ghost when he passes the bus. He canât hide the growing smile on his face though. Ghost knew he needed a lil pick me up, missions been long but theyâre almost home.
Update: Turns out my body just needed sleep and lots of it. Guys after my 6:30a.m. to 1:30 shift. I showered and fell right to sleep. My body has definitely been stressed I blame it on my cycle coming đđľâđŤ
I canât fucking sleep thatâs my problem on top of the growing list. Thereâs anxiety, eating better, drinking water and trying to turn my life around while simultaneously everything around me is unsteadyâŚ. I canât believe Iâm an adult. I swear sometimes I look back and think I was just 16? Snow White thatâs who I am, if the dwarves were mental illnesses and life problems. Baaaah! Iâve had a long weekâŚ
BB~ âIs it you? Have my prayers been answered? Is it really you standing there or am I dreaming once more?â
BB~ âYou look different? Your eyes look tired, your frame is lighter and your smile torn? Is it really you my love?â
TO~ âI am not the man you fell in love with, I am not the man you once adored. I am not your kind and gentle husband. And I am not the love you knew before.â
TO~ âWould you fall in love with me again? If you knew all Iâve done? The things I cannot change would you love me all the same? I know that youâve been waiting, waiting for love.â
(The audacity of this stubborn dwarf king)
BB~ âI would fall in love with youâ
BB~ âOver and over again I donât care how, where or when no matter how long itâs been your mine!â
BB~ âDonât tell me youâre not the same person!â
BB~ âYour always my husband and Iâve been waiting! Waiting!
TO~ âBilbo!â
BB~ âWaiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting! oh For youâââââ- âHow long has it been?â