Ugh. To many things happened. Finally back!
Gil tried to move away from the Enchantress (his mother?!) and, surprisingly, she stayed, not even moving a muscle. There was only compassion in her eyes, nothing that said she would harm him.
He didn't trust her for a second.
Harry and Uma were soft with him, yes, but they had limits to how much affection they could show without pushing past comfort and how they could show it. This lady is basically one of those Auradon royals! How could he trust her?
'Worthless!' A voice shrieked in his head, as he clapped his hands over his ears and tried to block it out. He hated that voice, that stupid voice that always told him he wasn't good enough.
"Gil, it's alright, I won't hurt you," Circe tried, but her words fell on deaf ears. Gil scooted back, blinking and trying to rid the fear in his eyes.
'She's going to harm you like Gaston!'
'Run!'
'Get out of here!'
Gil's eyes flickered to the door, moving closely to it.
Circe didn't try to stop him.
'She's baiting you!'
"Gil! Gil are you here?!" Gil whipped his head to hear the familiar voice, as the door slammed opened, and Harry and Uma opened it, sighing with relief as they grabbed him in a hug. Gil hugged back in relief.
Wait.
There was a weird smell coming from Harry.
Blood.
Gil flinched and moved back staring at the red coat that was splattered with crimson. "Harry..."
Said teen gave an insane smile. "We got rid of Junior for you. Bronze is still out there, though, sadly."
The blond shook suddenly. "Y-you killed him?" He whispered out gently, tears building up in his brown eyes. "B-but he was my brother."
Harry blinked. "Stop giving us mixed signals, love."
Gil clenched his fists. "I don't even know anymore. My brothers... they used to love me. Like CJ and Harriet. But one day... they just stopped. I don't know why but I thought it was because of my dad or something." The blond boy covered his face as he started to cry. "I just want this to stop, make it stop."
Uma pulled him closer. "I'm so sorry Gil. I didn't realize-god-I acted on pure instinct. They were hurting my family, they were hurting you, and I just couldn't let that happen. I'm so sorry." Gil sagged in her embrace.
Liars. They just wanted to spill blood. Just psychos.
You could change that. Teach them a lesson.
Gil shook his head, trying to push the thoughts away.
No no, you can't push me away... I'm always going to be right here...
What?
Teach them a lesson!
Gil gritted his teeth. No. You're just a voice in my head. You can't tell me what to do.
Oh, am I?
Yes.
Just keep telling yourself that. But in the end, you'll see. I'm not just a voice in your head Gil.
Bronze didn't know how long he had been running, but when he stopped, he was at the docks.
Junior is dead.
"It should've been you."
He pressed his hands against his head, trying to block out that nagging voice that always got to him, wanting him to hurt Gil.
Kill or be killed.
"No... I can't kill anyone," Bronze whispered to himself.
"Well, if it isn't the guy who nearly killed Gil?" A voice whispered behind him. Bronze shivered at Jonas's voice. "Sad, I would've thought the captain would find you, but she'll be pleased you're gone."
He whirled to face Jonas and Desiree, both expressionless faces. A sword was pressed to his neck. Oh god, not again, Bronze internally groaned.
Desiree gave a lopsided grin, tossing her blond hair back as she glared into Bronze's soul. "Well well, I see that you're a little too close to the shop for our comfort." Bronze felt a sting at his neck as he realized that the sword was drawing blood.
Absolutely great.
Don't worry, this will be the shortest chapters will ever be. I try to keep them over a thousand words but... *sigh* dang it Writer's Block loves to keep people in their clutches. Bronze might die, depending on how much I care for him.
I know I was not updating anything, but I'm back!
