Tigerlilly's P.o.v.
He's pushing me through the woods, and has a firm grip on my shoulders. I don't know why though. It's not like I'm going to run away, I want to be eaten. Maybe then I'll stop feeling all of this pain. It doesn't really matter to me if I'm injured or hurt, but I just killed someone not five hours ago! My mind was at war. The barely there moral side of me was in shatters, and slipping away quickly, but still fought for the overwhelming guilt and regret that makes me more human. Needless to say, xMintyx had a mind of her own, and though she was part of me, even I didn't often know what she was thinking, but I knew that right now she was fighting my morals, and I was gratefull, because she was winning. She wanted me to be able to be happy and okay. I know because I created her for that sole purpose.
But she doesn't protect my sanity, or anything human about me except for positive things that make you feel good, really. She's more of my once non-existent joy survival instinct, and if I'm threatened, or if I feel bad about something, anything caused by another person, she's there for me to give them a beating. But I can control her. We fight all the time, and I almost always win. I'm going to keep her tight. I'm worried. I don't want to kill. But right now, I'm not feeling guilty nor do I regret killing that sick perv. Thank goodness. She won.
Ben's P.o.v.
She's strange. I can't understand it! What is it about her that I seem to be so obsessed with?! I almost want to defy orders and grab another. He wouldn't care, right? He wouldn't, but He'd probably be suspicious, and make me either spill or get her anyway. Wait- I already like her and I don't know her name? Well, I'm not supposed to, to make sure I don't get attached, but it's tooo late now anyway. Might as well.
"What's your name?" I ask. She whips her head around and attempts to face me.
"W-why d-do you ask?" I'm amazed. She barely stuttered! It was like she suddenly got more comfortable with me- 'No, you know that's just wishful thinking!' I chide myself. It's probably just because she was saying less.
"D-does he l-like to- to know his meal's n-name or something?" She continues, leaving me surprised.
"Do you always stutter less when you're asking a question?" I shot back. But it's true, isn't it? There are plenty of cases to prove the theory, at least.
"No." I jump slightly. She didn't stutter at all! Well then, let's test another.
"Nah, I'm just curious. I mean, I've heard you call yourself Minty and Sweet, but I don't know your real name." She seemed to tense slightly at the mention of Minty, but it was so slight that I'm willing to assume it to be my imagination.
"Tigerlilly. And if you must know I've almost completely s-s-stopped stuttering because I'm excited." I raise my eyebrows slightly. What coud she be so excited for? Certaintly not dying.
"What're you so excited for? since I'm curious and you're going to die soon anyway I see no problem in you answering." I say, feeling slightly guilty for reminding her.
"Why exactly that! Death! I really can't wait. I'm getting more excited by the minute!" she says, voice dripping with enthusiasm she didn't at first seem to have. I was so surprised I let go of her, and I was about to grab her shoulders again when she backed up and grabbed my arm!
"Well somebody's a major masochist." I say without thinking. Woops. I guess I'll have to explain it now. Or take it back.
"I me-" I stop short. She was laughing her head off, and she was blushing slightly. I examine her eyes carefully, but they weren't slanted in the least.
"If I'm so masochistic, what does that make you for kidnapping me and forcing me to come? *Cough*saidisticpervert*Cough*" She laughed, wiping humored tears from her eyes. But instead of taking it to heart, I decide to make a little joke. I grab her wrists and pin them above her head to a tree. She stops laughing and is turning a light pink. 'Cute!' I can't help but think.
"You're right, I am a sadistic perv." I say in a low, seductive voice. Her eyes flash in annoyance, as if getting the joke and finding it bothersome, before they slant and a freakishly all-to-familiar large grin plasters itself on her face.
"HaNDs oFf BuD~ XSweetX hERe'S Had EnoUgH SEXuAl HaRRaSMEnt FOr TOdaY~" my eyebrows are back up to the top of my head, and I have a sudden urge to kill whoever else was messing with her. It's hit me. There was blood on her hoodie. She was in the shower. There was a bloody sycthe in her room, and she mentioned killing when this demon she called Minty took over. He was already dead.
I was going to let go, but for some reason, I kissed her instead.