Disclaimer: We still doing this?
Can I clear my conscious,
If I'm different from the rest?
~Imagine Dragons: Monster
Baelfire kicks the near lifeless man on the ground. "Don't you ever SHUT UP?!" he roars. He pinches the bridge of his nose, trying to ease the pain of a killer hangover.
David moans from the ground.
Baelfire glares at him. "I sincerely hope that's a yes."
David looks up, his split lips, bloody nose, and black eye making him him look like a monster in the watery moonlight. "What is your problem, Bae?! What happened you?!"
Baelfire snorts.
David sighs, licking his bloody lips. "You used to be so...so...good. And now..." he trails off.
Suddenly, Baelfire grabs David by the hair, pulling until they're eye to eye. "I grew up."
David eyes him wearily.
"No." He says.
"I don't think you have."
...
Countless hours later, David stumbles into a basement, listening to Baelfire lock the door and whistle jovially.
He has to get out here.
He has to save her from that monster.
Both of them.
Baelfire.
The man with Emma.
Monsters.
For just a moment, David recalls how eager he had been to sell Emma into marriage with Baelfire. Did that make him a monster?
David throws his head into his hands.
Baelfire.
The Man.
Himself.
All monsters.
Maybe everyone's a monster.
Even those who claim to slay them.
...
Hours later, a half-formed plan of escape, made in a dizzy mind, is put into action, and David climbs out of a tinny window he had to break.
He had to get to Emma.
He had to save her.
In his almost delirious mind, the only coherent thought he could form was
Monster.
Monster.
Monster.
Who is the monster?
A/N:
Ehhhhhh...
Not great.
Ehhh...
I am ashamed.
it was late
terrible
and ehhhhh...
ANYHOO!
I CANT SEE NY SERENADE UNTIL THURSDAY GUYS! DDDDDDD:
AHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Hey has anyone seen Prince of Egypt?
I LOVE THAT MOVIEE!
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~Mrs Killian Jones: Pureblood