Hush Hush - part 1

Who: Mac. Markus. Audr. Vivian.
When: Sorta back dated.
Rating: R for violence.

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Someone was shouting. Alright, maybe it was more a whisper, either way someone was trying to talk to me at the crack ass of dawn. I had regretted the decision to take to the bed without one of those useful body warmers Marty - daddy - always supply for me and I always needed to curl up against like they were my own personal security blanket. I had chosen the one night to want to sleep alone. I could have prodded one of the body warmers out of the bed to see who was from the school of ‘shout louder and the foreign language is immediately translated into the mother tongue of instant understanding.’

( I was going to die, in this hotel room with Markus. I wanted to punch Fate in the face. The voice in my head whispered: shut it. I wanted to punch that face too )

Hush Hush - Part 2

Who: Mac. Markus. Vivian.
When: Sorta back dated.
Rating: R for violence.

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“I’m going to kick your ass, bitch.” I faced the first demon I saw. He had to be the biggest one. They stopped and looked at each other, I swore something like amusement passed between their cold stone expressions. Then again, by this point I was on the verge of hysteria and I needed something funny to take the edge off of wanting to freak out. If I could look back on this I’d find it hilarious thinking I was going to kick big demon ass. Oh god, I was going to get crushed.

( Mac wouldn’t lie down in a fight; I had to believe he somehow could magically poof his way to freedom. It was the only way, it wasn’t like he could fly, right? )

Hush Hush - Part 3

Who: Markus. Vivian.
When: Sorta back dated.
Rating: R for violence.

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Markus tossed the cell phone into the opening darkness. This was it, we were going to die. There were just fragments of flooring scattered about and down below I could see a ball of light coming up from the abyss. I tilted my head looking at it fascinated. “Is that…”

“Fire. Marty is sending up fire to finish off the shadowalkers, the light will kill them.”

Fire.

“We’re going to burn alive, over and over, until we lose our heads and die?” I felt my stomach lurch up into my mouth and my hand grabbed at Markus’s hand holding on tight in sheer terror. I couldn’t do this. I wanted to wake the fuck up, right now. Please. Please. Please.

( I gave Markus a side glace. I suddenly felt glad I didn’t want to talk. He looked …very un-Markus like…defeated almost. I wanted to ask him what he had seen. I asked him. )