#8fingers

[richardtrager]

“  i need help. please.  ” okay but before the fingers went chop chop and rick revealed himself to be a wackadoodle perhaps?

 “ I  can’t  help  ya  if  ya  don’t  jump  higher !  “

 Richard ,  tucked  away  in  an  air  conditioning  vent  above ,  tries  for  the  tenth  fucking  time  to  stretch  down  further  and  grab  the  guy’s  bloodstained  hands  without  sliding  out  and  eating  the  floor .  Y’know ,  crawling  through  the  vents  like  a  squirrel  stuck  in  the  walls  of  somebody’s  middle  class  house  isn’t  the  most  dignified  thing  he’s  ever  done ...  but  it  isn’t  the  most  undignified  either ,  truth  be  told .  

 “ Ehhh ... “  A  sigh  of  annoyance  mixed  with  utter  exhaustion  as  the  man  below  makes  another  pathetic  jump  in  his  direction .  “ I’d  hurry  up  if  I  were  you ,  buddy .  That  blob  of  a  of  a  human  being  isn’t  big  on  ‘ intruders ‘ .  That’s  you  and  me ,  pal . “ 

 Honestly ,  the  guy  looks  like  Walker  may  have  ate  him  and  shit  him  out  a  couple  of  times  already .  

[vhulgar]

@8fingers​

“  Did  anyone  lose  a  toddler ?  No ?  ”

[richardtrager]

@8fingers said:  “ get the fuck away from me ! ”

 Spider - like  fingers  clamp  down  once  more ,  with  a  little  more  ‘ kick ’  this  time ,  long  nails  caked  with  crimson  clawing  into  the  collar  of  the  guy’s  jacket ,  leaving  half moon indentations .  This  fucker  isn’t  going  anywhere .  They  aren’t  done ,  and  Richard  never  leaves  a  project  unfinished .  What  kind  of  work  ethic  is  that ?  What  kind  of  doctor  would  he  be  if  he  gave  up  on  his  patients  at  the  first  tiny  sign  of  the  jitters ?  I  mean ,  hey ,  everybody  is  scared  of  something .  

“ C’mon ,  buddy .  Are  you  gonna  let  nerves  get  the  best  of  ya ?  Huh ?  Ya  gonna  be  a  quitter ?  Well ... ”

The  ex  executive  pulls  the  guy  closer ,  trying  to  knock  him  off  his  feet  and  drag  him  back  to  the  operating  room . 

“ Ole’  Rick  isn’t  giving  you  a  choice .  Lucky  you ,  I’m  here  to  save  your  reputation ...  A  guy’s  rep  is  his  everything .  Gotta  save  face .  That’s  just  business . “

 Shears  flaking  with  rust  fly  close  to  the  journalist’s  neck ,  hovering  there ,  but  only  to  point  at  a  lowly  patient  across  the  dimly  lit  hall , his  body  strapped  down  to  a  gurney ,  only  his  head  free  to  wriggle . 

“ Look  at  the  example  you’re  setting  for  Tommy ,  here .  Man  up .  Nobody  likes  a  quitter . ”

[spikedkalopsia]

@8fingers​ said: “ i’m so glad that’s over let’s go eat taco bell  “ 

buzzfeed unsolved ask meme : accepting

laughter bubbles out in a breathless gasp as blake turns around and sits facing forward in the car seat; he had been looking backwards, waiting to see black cars speeding after them, windows tinted to where one wouldn’t be able to see who was in it, but you didn’t need to see to know it was murkoff. an accidental blip on the radar had located the giant to their location, and they had had to run out of town with practically none of their belongs.  he was, for once, grateful that miles was a reckless driver, because he doubted they would have been able to lose them by follow traffic laws.  ❝jesus.❞ he starts to relax, nerves jittery with all the adrenaline pumping through his veins, the panic slowly beginning to wear off. ❝we almost just got royally fucked and you’re thinking about taco bell?❞ a crooked grin is thrown at the driver, head shaking slowly. ❝yeah, i think going through a drive through is the last thing we need to do right now.❞  

[spikedkalopsia]

@8fingers​ said: “ i’ve lost the ability to feel ” 

buzzfeed unsolved ask meme : accepting

sympathetic gaze turns towards the other man (friend, partner, savior) and although his mouth opens to try and say something encouraging or soothing, nothing comes out. what could possibly be said? they’ve both experienced horrible things, nightmares that seem to never end even when you open your eyes - it’s no wonder they came out broken. he wonders if those cracks could be fixed, put back together with glue or gold glaze, made beautiful again. he doubted it. these cracks ran too deep. these cracks still bleed. there is nothing he can say, so he closes his mouth and he averts his gaze. how can you comfort someone when you can’t even comfort yourself? when you still wish it had been you that died? when you can’t even be grateful that you escaped? lynn’s face flashes briefly in his mind.  he shakes his head slightly before looking back up at miles. when did they both grow so damn old? it almost makes him want to laugh, if it weren’t so inappropriate. he shifts in his seat before sliding forward, out of it and kneeling before the other, his hands moving up to cup the man’s face - touch calloused, but soft. ❝hey - i’m here. i’m right here. we’ll... we’ll figure something out, you know? as long as we’re both together, we’ll manage.❞ it’s weak; but it’s still a promise.

[dunnitmoved]

                    *  THE CASE OF:   @8fingers​.

❛   are you saying you don't trust me?  ❜  

[secularmaniac]

@8fingers​ asked : “ go fuck yourself. ” / sir-  ||  meme ( accepting. )

        richard stares impassively at the vents, where the voice had come from. his scissors are given an idle snip, desperately needing something to fidget with. before his new career choice - before all this, he used to carry a fun sized rubix cube - he didn’t really care to solve it, just twiddle the edges. run his thumbs over the sides. he takes a deep breath, slow, easy, and tries to encourage himself by imagining the sound of new flesh being cut by his shears. by imagining how it would feel to rummage around in the apostle’s torso. pull out a kidney or two - maybe find something to eat in there while he’s at it.

        “ y’ can’t stay up there forever, friend. the fella that was up here before me sure didn’t. ”

        he isn’t sure if he could fit in the mouth of the vent. he wasn’t keen on trying, either. why did people have to be so god damn difficult ? this was really impeding his whole research process - or whatever those doctor types did. he gives the vent a cursory hit with the tip of his blades. the bang was loud, and reverberated throughout the halls, and someone in the distance began to scream. 

         “ and i am a patient man. i want to provide the very best care to aaaall my patients, and if you can’t see that - well, i suppose i’ll be forced to take a more aggressive approach. neither of us want that now, do we ? ”

[spikedkalopsia]

FOR @8fingers

lynn is dead. it’s the first thought that registers in his mind when he hears the baby in his arms cry (though isn’t it odd that it never moves? it’s screaming up a storm but it’s little body is completely still), sitting on his knees, staring at her limp body. it’s the only thing he’s able to focus on, his failure to save yet another loved one due to his own cowardice, his own incompetence. she is dead and there is nothing he can do about it. he can’t even give her a proper burial, for god’s sake. the sound of footsteps is what knocks him out of such a mindset, drives back the fear into his veins like a needle does morphine, and he shoots up with child in arms, now hellbent on not letting another thing die. he almost takes off running, sure that this is another one of those fucking cultists (which one, at this point, does not matter) having found him, but something causes him to hesitate, to look back and see who it is.  he freezes in his tracks like a deer in front of headlights, all that fear instantly draining and sending him into shock. there’s no way this is real; this isn’t happening, but god is it wrong for him to hope it is? there’s a part of him, something logical that’s somehow survived all this madness, that reminds blake of an undeniable truth: miles upshur is very much dead. he never really knew the details of how or where he died, but he knows for certain that fellow investigative reporter met some sort of tragic end all those months (or has it already been years now?) ago. however, whatever that part of him says, it’s overwhelmed by the amount of relief and hope that spreads across aching bones at seeing a familiar face. ❝m-miles?❞ voice cracks, words spat out from dry, hoarse throat, ❝is that really you?❞