#spyingshadows

[meddlingsnoop]

Hooks to the left.

Oh my fuckin' god.

[peccantscofflaw]

==> Scofflaw: Dream

Lying in bed, it's days after the incident. Scout left, he had work, lord only knows how the other two are doing. No one's come to see you. You sleep. You rarely dream. But one strikes you in the middle of the night, waking you with a jolt, sweat dripping down your body. Memories are always the worst.

- You stand over the bloody mess that used to be Scout, curled up on the docks with a bloody stump where his arm was. There's blood crusting around his eye, the puddle he lies in turning black and starting to smell putrid. Until moments ago, there was a knife to your neck, a violent and threatening voice in your ear. "You will dump him in the river," it said without a stutter, without a hint of the trip that usually infects his words, icy cold and unfeeling. It sent a chill up your spine and made your stomach drop out all at once, and kept speaking. "You'll tell him you hate him and push him in the water and watch him sink into the black, or so help me there will be war. And you will die. Am I clear?"  You nodded, swallowed hard against the steel touching your adam's apple, and listened to the spark and sizzle of the air as he disappeared.   In a heartbeat you were on one knee, brushing the hair out of his face to get a better look. You though he'd be unconscious by then, and wanted one last look.

[peccantscofflaw]

[Doodle for bbcakes for her icon and blag!] Lookin' good, Scoot.