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Ichabod sat in a chair across from her and had been watching her for almost an hour now, with narrowed, studious beautiful blue eyes, she had only seen in nightmares recently. He was seriously pissing her off. Her not answering his questions apparently warranted his obnoxious staring. His silence was also unnerving, considering how much of a long-winded motor-mouth he was before.
Thinking about Ichabod mouth diarrhea had unwanted memories assaulting Abbie's fragile mind, filling her with a slew of unwanted feelings. Her back stiffened and she was unable to meet Ichabod's intrusive gaze as she had before. Her brown eyes glazed over and she looked away, focuses on a nearby bookshelf.
"What are you looking at?" Abbie hotly snapped, no longer able to handle his heavy stare.
"It has been quite a stint between our last meeting and now, Miss Mills," he began calmly, "I am... happy you are alive."
Abbie lightly scoffs, without actually meaning too. She glances at him, finding him leaning forward now in his seat, openly still staring. Annoyed, Abbie's fingers finds her healing bullet wound in her side and yanked away her sister's sloppy bandages and stuck her finger into the nearly healed wound, hoping to disturb Ichabod a little, at least enough for she could at least get a second without him staring at her.
She barely felt anything.
"Having fun staring, Ichabod?" She asked lightly, as if making simple conversation. She quietly sighed. "How could you let Jenny shoot me?" Her head hit the wall behind her as she continued picking at her wound as she bit her lip. despite initially doing it to disturb Ichabod, picking at her wounds was something she normally did while alone in her dark prison. It always reminded her of what was reality and what wasn't. The agony was real, while the voices were not. Another feigned sigh left her. "She enjoyed being able to shoot me, I bet."
"You do not believe that I am happy you are alive?" Ichabod questioned suddenly.
His question throwing her off, Abbie glanced at him. He was watching the hand picking at her wound. "What?"
Blue eyes met brown. "You scoffed as if you did not believe that I would be happy you are alive. I am more then happy, Miss Mills. I am relieved and happy... I feel as if I can breathe again." When Abbie only stared at him, he continued. "You also believe your sister would be happy she was forced into shooting you?"
Abbie looked away. "It was only a joke, Crane." His name leaving her lips startled her. It obviously showed on her face.
"Are you alright? What is wrong, Miss Mills?" He came closer and she indistinctly back further into the wall behind her.
Ichabod Crane was before her right now, Crane. The ultimate cause of all of her suffering, all her nightmares. What if this was another vision? What if her master was punishing her?
"What can I do?" She whispered under her breath, pulsing quickening. All she could do was wait, wait for her vision to take the turn.
"My patients is growing thin, Grace. I will not call for you again." She flinched.
The loud, sudden voice inside her head did a couple of things; it verified she was in fact not in a vision and scared her horribly. She began to sweat instantly, panic gripping her as urgency filled her.
Her master had been summoning her, she must go. Now.
She began tugging at her restraints again, more frantic now. Fear wiggled across her skin like an itch.
Ichabod watched her silently.
She tugged and she tugged until her arms become achy and sore.
"Crane," Abbie weakly panted, wide brown eyes filled with fear, voice oozing with plead. "You...You have to let me go. Just... unchain me..." Her body began to shake. "I have to get... get back..."
"Back?" Ichabod questioned, still calm. "Whom do you have to return to, Abbie?" He questioned soothingly, as if speaking to a cornered animal, which Abbie was resembling.
Abbie's mind was over-filled with fear, she's not thinking clearly. She's not thinking of anything but no disobeying her master.
"My... my master," she answered quickly. "I have to go. I could be in deep shit if I... I'm sorry... I shouldn't have cursed. You hate that." Her head shook weakly. She couldn't think straight. "I... Will you let me go? Please..." Abbie couldn't handle another punishment.
"I cannot," he answered, blue eyes narrowed and suddenly hard,"I will not." Abbie's face twisted into a grimace. "Who are you speaking of?"
Abbie quickly stood and began tugging at the chains roughly, without care of hurting herself. "You don't understand" Her voice cracked with fear and rage. "You don't fucking understand." She cried out. "Yo - "
Ichabod stood when the blood began to seep down her arms from her wrists rubbing against the cuffs. "Abigail, calm down," he tried. "What is wrong?" He took a step in her direction. Abbie apparently didn't noticed as she continued pulling at her restraints, screaming her head off in a rage.
Ichabod felt helpless as he watched her, having no idea what to do. Never had he witnessed strong Miss Mills act in such a way. Despite her obvious anger, he could very clearly see her fear, her panic and he had no idea why.
When he noticed how much damage Abbie was doing to herself he quickly moved forward, wrapping his arms around her in an attempt to stop her. She was strong, so strong her strength surprised him at first. Ichabod yelped in surprise when Abbie's arm connected with his nose. He was hit back, pain shooting up his nose. He winced lowly. Abbie barely noticed and simply continued pulling at the chains.
Ignoring the throb in his nose, he went in again, wrapping his arms around Abbie, with the understanding of her strength now. He locked his arms around her.
"Miss Mills... I apologize for handling you in such a...way..." He grunted as he held on desperately, "but you... Have. To. Calm. Yourself." He winced. "You are hurting yourself."
It was as if he hadn't even spoken, she continued on. Even more yelling and screaming, thrashing came from Abbie. He used nearly every muscle in his body in his attempt to hold her. He couldn't breath out of his nose.
"Shhh...Abbie" He whispered shakily. "You are alright," he whispered. "I am not going to hurt you. I am not going to allow anyone to hurt you... not again. You have nothing to fear... I will not allow you to hurt yourself."
"Liar!" She growled out. "You're a fucking Liar." She howled.
He held onto her arm, pining them into her sides. "You have no reason to worry. I have not and will not ever lie to you."
He continued attempting to calm Abbie, whispering soothing words and shushing her. She was screaming loudly.
It took a long time, but eventually he was able to bring her down to the ground with him, her held locked in his arms. And after an even longer while, when his muscles were aching and his lip was stiff with dried blood, her movements had lessened and became outburst every couple of minutes, her screaming had quieted.
She was instead now making soft, frustrated whimpering noises which hurt him deeply. What had happened? Why was she like this?
He continued assuring her of her safety, never letting her go although she had already calmed down enough.
It was after a two hours did he notice the woman had lost conciousness in his arms.
He had no idea what to do.
