suffernotawitchtolive

[suffernotawitchtolive]

It doesnt even matter ||self

Wren felt like his skin was being flayed. He hadnt been around so many vampires and witches in almost a year. Sweat poured from his temple making him gasp as tears of blood ran over burns on his face. Everything had been on fire.

Wren had been living with Peter and Kieth when the fire started falling from the sky. Kieth had wanted to search for Peter but Wren couldnt stand the thought of not saving at least one of them. He sent kieth ahead to the asylum.

Wren had searched for a week. His powers werent very strong and he was losing a lot of blood and there was no avoiding burns. He searched and searched until he finally had to take cover. He didnt know how long he was passed out for but he knew he had to head to the asylum. He could feel Judas in danger. He could feel as danger overtook his once fiance. Judas felt it too, no doubt. He did doubt that Judas cared. He was seeing an entirely new side to the angel. His angel. What a fool he had been to think he would be an Angel's mission. He wasnt important enough to save.

The time Wren spent on Peter's couch was all time spent losing faith in everything. He had fonally lost the only thing that had kept him going all these years. Hunting. He and Judas had decided to stop hunting. To get away from the vatican. To settle down somewhere.

Wren managed to get to the asylum, but he collapsed on the grounds. He didnt know how long he lay in the grass. There were so many like him just barely making it into the barrier. Many were dying in the woods and town burning outside the barrier.

Kieth found him, he knew that much. He wanted to tell Kieth not to search for Peter. That if Peter had made it, he would come here. He wanted to tell Kieth to live and wait for Peter. He didnt have to say it. As he went in and out of consiousness, Kieth had been there every time.

He started to cry out, he wasnt coherent even to himself. He wanted Judas, he wanted comfort, he wanted the pain to stop, he wanted to die... and now he wanted to kill.

He thrashed trying to calm the stirring but there were so many witches and vampires arpund him that he felt like he would be torn apart. He felt like each limb was tied to a horse and each horse was pulling his skin from his bones.

He slowly sat up and looked around. The infirmary. Judas had studied here. For a moment he was okay. He was going to be okay. Everything calmed.

Richard Mars was speaking to him now, dabbing at the blood streaming down his cheeks. He started to sob lighty. He couldnt feel Judas over all the others. There were so many around him. He just needed it quiet. He just needed to feel that Judas had made it.

"Father Wren? Can you answer a few questions for me?" Richard asked as Kieth laid a hand on his back to suppirt him. Why did Wren feel so heavy?

He nodded lightly. His head was starting to spin he could barely focus. He prayed his tattoo wasnt shifting on its own, he wpuld hate for all these witches to realize what he was.

"What year is it?" Richard asked calmly, still checking vitals.

"2019." He answered shakily.

"And what month are we in?" Richard looked calm as a man could.

" February. " There was a bit of worry. Guess it wasnt February.

"What is your birthday?" Richard continued his questions and Wren thought he was calming down. The witches all dulled down to a whisper until he felt one. A familiar one. One from home. Kouri.

His knife appeared in his hand and he stabbed Richard in the side, throwing the knife into the throat of a witch a few beds away. It reappeared in his hand and he leapt onto the bed of another witch and stabbed her in the chest over and over, cutting deep into Keith as he tried to get wren to stop. As the witches fought back wren only became stronger, until the hyvrid entered the infirmary.

Trainer crossed the room in only a few steps and lifted Wren off the ground as Wren felt the tree on his chest dying, he felt his power start to leave him entirely.

He had only accounted for five casualties but as he looked around he saw he had slaughtered at least thirteen people.

Trainer choked him until the world went black and the last thing his tattoo ever did was send out a plea to Judas to just come see him one last time before he died.

@tattoobruised

@pride-and-wrathfulness

[suffernotawitchtolive]

I’ll rest. *lets go of him to grab the cough syrup* 

*knocking hard on the door*

[suffernotawitchtolive]

*puts an hand on his arm* Thank you. 

*knocking hard on the door*

[suffernotawitchtolive]

I know you don’t. I know. Thank you for listening.

I’m starting to see... maybe I’m meant to be alone in this fight. 

*knocking hard on the door*

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For years I thought he took her from me...I had so much hatred. 

Now.... What if Judas never comes back? I’m not... My faith isn’t swaying, i just would like to know if... I’m wasting my time with trying to get him back.

*knocking hard on the door*

[suffernotawitchtolive]

What if everyone is pushing you away from it? 

*knocking hard on the door*

[suffernotawitchtolive]

*Slowly sits down* I was at my most faithful when this happened... but you’re right.

*knocking hard on the door*

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He... doesn’t believe it. He thinks I bewitched him. 

*knocking hard on the door*

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My angel was Judas. He doesnt believe he is my angel. If he was, wouldn’t he still feel it?

*knocking hard on the door*

[suffernotawitchtolive]

*he nods* Do you believe the angels have missions? People they are responsible for? *starts to slowly walk that way* 

*knocking hard on the door*

[suffernotawitchtolive]

*takes the rag from his eyes and takes his hand, standing* *stares at him, swaying slightly* 

*knocking hard on the door*

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*A shuddered sob* 

*knocking hard on the door*

[suffernotawitchtolive]

*still has the wet paper towel on his eyes and the blood is soaking through as he is repressing sobs* 

*knocking hard on the door*

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*Starts coughing hard and turns around, sitting against the counter and slides to the floor* 

*knocking hard on the door*

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*The vines on his tattoo start to wilt and turn grey* 

*knocking hard on the door*

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*he goes to the kitchen and grabs paper towels, wetting them and putting them on his eyes* *the tattoo settles* 

*knocking hard on the door*

[suffernotawitchtolive]

Do you have... cough syrup or...tranquilizer? 

*knocking hard on the door*