The only sound that cut through the almost heavy silence
that muddled Glimmer’s thoughts and sent static buzzing in
her brain was the labored sound of her heart thrumming
along despite the insanity of the situation she found herself
in the middle of. Wide and terrified blue eyes allowed their
gaze to shift upward, taking in the familiar face of who was
now her captor; keeping her hidden away from the world.
It was only too fucked up that the one person who acted
as her wings was now the one that had clipped the feathered
limbs from her body. His stare wasn’t the same, there was a
marked coldness that infiltrated the warm green hues that
she had come to love—— the only person that she had ever
learned to love selflessly. His glare was frightening and there
was something i n h u m a n that reflected in his half lidded orbs.
This wasn’t Marvel. She hadn’t seen him like this before and was
now sure that she’d like nothing more than to erase the image
from her mind. Her crossed wrists ached from their chained
position, arms purposely situated behind her; the cold metal
of a shackle binding them to the wall. Chin quivering, she reminded
herself to summon every last ounce of strength, of fight, that
she had in her not to cry. The last thing she could do was show
that weakness, allow him to see that he had reduced her to nothing.
“——-Marvel, please.”
Her voice sounded so small in the hollow space, hating the near
wavering that took on the high pitched tone. Steeling her jaw,
she tried to appeal to him, to say whatever would set her free.
“I love you too. I love you——
Just.. let me go, okay?
I won’t leave, I promise. I’ll never leave you..”
Insistent pounding, right at his temple.
Marvel tasted bile, her begging churned his stomach. The pounding,
it kept crashing into the sensitive meat of his mind. He remembered how
he'd revered her, loved her. Caress the smooth, pale flesh of her skin. It
was what kept him from killing himself. His anchor into sanity. Looking
down at her helpless form, wrists shackled like a slave. His fingers curled
in anticipation. Hey eyes rimmed red from weeping. It drove him further in-
to his madness. The nightmares filled his head even when he wasn't asleep.
Dreams of dying children and crimson colored splotched skin.
No, he wouldn't let her go. Marvel wanted her to stop talking. Wanted her to
shut up, close that beautiful mouth of hers and listen to him. A hand whipped
towards her face, so impossibly fast. It stung his fingers and he clutched them
desperately. An apology forming on the tip of his tongue, Marvel fell to his knees
in front of her. Green eyes searching for hers, attempting to lock her gaze in
place. His fingers gingerly touched where had hit her, the pink flesh giving
under the gentle pressure of his thumb.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I just want to keep you safe.
I only did this because I l o v e you.
I don't want you to die like those others did."
His face red with worry and ill mannered breathing, sweat pooled on his upper
lip. Those lips curled into an awful grimace. He could see his reflection in her
eyes and he, himself, had been terrified. Marvel didn't want to do this to her. But
he had to. To keep her safe, she was the only thing in his life worth living for.
If he lost her, he'd become a mutation of what he'd been when had murdered
all those children. Something so much worse, with out feeling or remorse.
Or- -- --
h u m a n i t y.