The Static Hunter

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He pulled her forward into an upright position, resting his chin on the top of her head and pressing her body against his.

“Come on we know you feel bad but you need to get out of the tub.”

He felt a compulsive need to take CARE of her. She needed that, no matter how tough she acted. He knew. 

He knew a lot of things.

“Come on, up you go.” He picked her up, trying to get her legs to wrap around his waist. 

A audible whine echoed through her mouth as she was picked up- her legs instinctively wrapping up about his waist as she was carried out of the bath tub. She just whined and protested loudly, not wanting to leave the heat of the water, but he wasn’t giving up.

“G-Goddamn! Whattha’ell! Where are we goin!?”

He kissed her cheek and dropped her on the bed.

“We’re gonna get dressed and go out because WE ARE BORED AND YOU NEED TO EAT.” He put his hands on his hips, a determined expression on his face.

“I AM A MANLY MAN AND YOU SHALL DO AS I SAY BECAUSE THE MAN OF THE HOUSE GIVES THE ORDERS.”

Her fingers tapped against the bed, looking up at him with a slight frown.
”..Go out..?”

The words almost seemed foreign to her, let alone her expressions were lost in her own thoughts at the moment. She was hungry.. He knew this? How? Was he angry because she wasn’t taking care of herself..?
She didn’t know.
“… . I need to.. Get dressed or somethin’…” 

“Yes. Yes you do. Something that makes you look really pretty. We like it when you’re pretty- well we mean- er- you’re always pretty but there are different levels of pretty we guess- um….”

He blushed, looking away.

“You’re hungry, right? You look hungry. Maybe we’re just seeing what we wanna see though. We need to do something and it would help if you’re hungry- we dunno. We- we desperately need something that you’ll probably think is really scary unless you’re hungry…”

“Somethin’ scary…? Oh, Tell me more.”

She stood now, pulling all of her hair into her hand, and tied it into a knot, to keep it out of the way, and she started going through her drawers, grabbing her panites and a bra, quickly slipping into both.

“C’Mon Huntah, tell me.  I ain’got ahll day.”

He jumped up on the bed, arms spread wide. “We wanna rip people apart. The bad ones. The bad apples need to be thrown out so that the good ones don’t go bad!”

The light in his eyes was not human.

“We wanna tear people to shreds, sink our fingers into their skin and rip out their hearts… make them pay for what they’ve done!”

His teeth were elongating- or maybe that was just the light. His eyebrows furrowed upward, a blissful expression on his face while his hands clenched and unclenched, squeezing his sides and neck and everything, mimicking, perhaps. 

The chills crept up his spine, and his head fell back and he could just-

no.

He let out a heavy sigh and sat down, cross legged on the bed.

No.

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He pulled her forward into an upright position, resting his chin on the top of her head and pressing her body against his.

“Come on we know you feel bad but you need to get out of the tub.”

He felt a compulsive need to take CARE of her. She needed that, no matter how tough she acted. He knew. 

He knew a lot of things.

“Come on, up you go.” He picked her up, trying to get her legs to wrap around his waist. 

A audible whine echoed through her mouth as she was picked up- her legs instinctively wrapping up about his waist as she was carried out of the bath tub. She just whined and protested loudly, not wanting to leave the heat of the water, but he wasn’t giving up.

“G-Goddamn! Whattha’ell! Where are we goin!?”

He kissed her cheek and dropped her on the bed.

“We’re gonna get dressed and go out because WE ARE BORED AND YOU NEED TO EAT.” He put his hands on his hips, a determined expression on his face.

“I AM A MANLY MAN AND YOU SHALL DO AS I SAY BECAUSE THE MAN OF THE HOUSE GIVES THE ORDERS.”

Her fingers tapped against the bed, looking up at him with a slight frown.
”..Go out..?”

The words almost seemed foreign to her, let alone her expressions were lost in her own thoughts at the moment. She was hungry.. He knew this? How? Was he angry because she wasn’t taking care of herself..?
She didn’t know.
“… . I need to.. Get dressed or somethin’…” 

“Yes. Yes you do. Something that makes you look really pretty. We like it when you’re pretty- well we mean- er- you’re always pretty but there are different levels of pretty we guess- um….”

He blushed, looking away.

“You’re hungry, right? You look hungry. Maybe we’re just seeing what we wanna see though. We need to do something and it would help if you’re hungry- we dunno. We- we desperately need something that you’ll probably think is really scary unless you’re hungry…”

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He pulled her forward into an upright position, resting his chin on the top of her head and pressing her body against his.

“Come on we know you feel bad but you need to get out of the tub.”

He felt a compulsive need to take CARE of her. She needed that, no matter how tough she acted. He knew. 

He knew a lot of things.

“Come on, up you go.” He picked her up, trying to get her legs to wrap around his waist. 

A audible whine echoed through her mouth as she was picked up- her legs instinctively wrapping up about his waist as she was carried out of the bath tub. She just whined and protested loudly, not wanting to leave the heat of the water, but he wasn’t giving up.

“G-Goddamn! Whattha’ell! Where are we goin!?”

He kissed her cheek and dropped her on the bed.

“We’re gonna get dressed and go out because WE ARE BORED AND YOU NEED TO EAT.” He put his hands on his hips, a determined expression on his face.

“I AM A MANLY MAN AND YOU SHALL DO AS I SAY BECAUSE THE MAN OF THE HOUSE GIVES THE ORDERS.”

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Normally, the two were never really in sync. Almost like a dead set of batteries that are hopelessly trying to interact with one another, yet their lack of life is seemingly oblivious to them.

Schyular sat in the bath tub- staring up at the ceiling as the steam rolled from the foggy water below her. Her memories had come back that week, and the pain in her cranium was beyond imaginable. It was almost as if she had her head run over by a freight train, and there was no relief of death to stop it. So there she sat, stoic, almost statue like in the hot, scalding water. 

Not that it hurt her or anything.

She was just numb.

Numb..

And hungry.

She could feel her blood running cold, even in this burning hot water that she sat nude in, her eyes now traveling down to the faucet where the water was dripping carefully from it’s elephant trunk like snout.

Hungry.. Very.. Hungry..

He was hanging from the ceiling by his knees, swinging back and forth, in his boxers. Such is the life of an ancient godlike figure. 

He was bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored and the sweet violent urge to rip and tear was on his mind- dark, dark thoughts meant to be banished. Followed. Meant to be followed, but he banished them anyway. He could not produce reason for his actions, he just knew. But it had always been that way and he’d learned to deal with it.

He climbed- well I say climbed…. he TUMBLED down from his position, a mess of red and white and black and green, limbs everywhere. He was awkwardly built. More things he’d learned to deal with.

Long fingers ran through long hair and he shook his head. As if to clear it.

He opened the bathroom door, and sat down  beside the bathtub, resting his chin on the edge, like a dog. 

She was just a mess. Blankly staring at the faucet, her long messy blonde hair damp, and just about everywhere, making what seemed to be a shroud about her shoulders and arms. She just didn’t know what to do- and had almost lost the ability to speak at that point. 
She did hear him come in, but she didn’t make notice of his presence until she finally gazed over at him slightly. Eyes looking dead, and had lost their naturally electric blue color.. Now a steely gray, and her skin looking cold and pale..
She just stared at him.

Her face was bare, no makeup- there hasn’t been any on there in a while.

Hunter help me.
Hunter.. Please.. I know you can’t hear me, because I can’t fucking talk.. But please.. I need help..

Her thoughts were calling out to him. 

He reached a long arm into the tub, poking her cheek.

“Schy we’re bored.”

“Schy.”

“Schy.”

“Schyyyyyy Schy Schy Schy-y Schy-y Schyyyyyyyyy.”

And then he crawled into the bathtub, undies and all. 

“SCHY YOU ARE GOING TO GET REALLY WRINKLY IF YOU STAY IN HERE FOREVER YOU’LL LOOK LIKE AN OLD PRUNE GET UPPPPPPPP.”

“Old….Prune…”

Jesus fucking Christ, those were the first words out of her in almost three weeks.
Her brow quirked a bit, her mouth now feeling extremely dry and her jaw shaking slightly as she looked at him.
“Eh.. Fuckyer’Shit. I’hll sit here forever if I goddamn want too.”

She stared.

Her eyes widened a bit.

She was talking, and damn she missed it. 

He pulled her forward into an upright position, resting his chin on the top of her head and pressing her body against his.

“Come on we know you feel bad but you need to get out of the tub.”

He felt a compulsive need to take CARE of her. She needed that, no matter how tough she acted. He knew. 

He knew a lot of things.

“Come on, up you go.” He picked her up, trying to get her legs to wrap around his waist. 

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Normally, the two were never really in sync. Almost like a dead set of batteries that are hopelessly trying to interact with one another, yet their lack of life is seemingly oblivious to them.

Schyular sat in the bath tub- staring up at the ceiling as the steam rolled from the foggy water below her. Her memories had come back that week, and the pain in her cranium was beyond imaginable. It was almost as if she had her head run over by a freight train, and there was no relief of death to stop it. So there she sat, stoic, almost statue like in the hot, scalding water. 

Not that it hurt her or anything.

She was just numb.

Numb..

And hungry.

She could feel her blood running cold, even in this burning hot water that she sat nude in, her eyes now traveling down to the faucet where the water was dripping carefully from it’s elephant trunk like snout.

Hungry.. Very.. Hungry..

He was hanging from the ceiling by his knees, swinging back and forth, in his boxers. Such is the life of an ancient godlike figure. 

He was bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored and the sweet violent urge to rip and tear was on his mind- dark, dark thoughts meant to be banished. Followed. Meant to be followed, but he banished them anyway. He could not produce reason for his actions, he just knew. But it had always been that way and he’d learned to deal with it.

He climbed- well I say climbed…. he TUMBLED down from his position, a mess of red and white and black and green, limbs everywhere. He was awkwardly built. More things he’d learned to deal with.

Long fingers ran through long hair and he shook his head. As if to clear it.

He opened the bathroom door, and sat down  beside the bathtub, resting his chin on the edge, like a dog. 

She was just a mess. Blankly staring at the faucet, her long messy blonde hair damp, and just about everywhere, making what seemed to be a shroud about her shoulders and arms. She just didn’t know what to do- and had almost lost the ability to speak at that point. 
She did hear him come in, but she didn’t make notice of his presence until she finally gazed over at him slightly. Eyes looking dead, and had lost their naturally electric blue color.. Now a steely gray, and her skin looking cold and pale..
She just stared at him.

Her face was bare, no makeup- there hasn’t been any on there in a while.

Hunter help me.
Hunter.. Please.. I know you can’t hear me, because I can’t fucking talk.. But please.. I need help..

Her thoughts were calling out to him. 

He reached a long arm into the tub, poking her cheek.

“Schy we’re bored.”

“Schy.”

“Schy.”

“Schyyyyyy Schy Schy Schy-y Schy-y Schyyyyyyyyy.”

And then he crawled into the bathtub, undies and all. 

“SCHY YOU ARE GOING TO GET REALLY WRINKLY IF YOU STAY IN HERE FOREVER YOU’LL LOOK LIKE AN OLD PRUNE GET UPPPPPPPP.”

only-attractive-at-midnight:

Normally, the two were never really in sync. Almost like a dead set of batteries that are hopelessly trying to interact with one another, yet their lack of life is seemingly oblivious to them.

Schyular sat in the bath tub- staring up at the ceiling as the steam rolled from the foggy water below her. Her memories had come back that week, and the pain in her cranium was beyond imaginable. It was almost as if she had her head run over by a freight train, and there was no relief of death to stop it. So there she sat, stoic, almost statue like in the hot, scalding water. 

Not that it hurt her or anything.

She was just numb.

Numb..

And hungry.

She could feel her blood running cold, even in this burning hot water that she sat nude in, her eyes now traveling down to the faucet where the water was dripping carefully from it’s elephant trunk like snout.

Hungry.. Very.. Hungry..

He was hanging from the ceiling by his knees, swinging back and forth, in his boxers. Such is the life of an ancient godlike figure. 

He was bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored and the sweet violent urge to rip and tear was on his mind- dark, dark thoughts meant to be banished. Followed. Meant to be followed, but he banished them anyway. He could not produce reason for his actions, he just knew. But it had always been that way and he’d learned to deal with it.

He climbed- well I say climbed…. he TUMBLED down from his position, a mess of red and white and black and green, limbs everywhere. He was awkwardly built. More things he’d learned to deal with.

Long fingers ran through long hair and he shook his head. As if to clear it.

He opened the bathroom door, and sat down  beside the bathtub, resting his chin on the edge, like a dog. 

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He gave her one last long suck, and then pulled away.

“See, it’s great!”

Giggling, he stood up, grabbing his clothes and heading to the bathroom.

“Um… We’re just… uh… if you hear any noises, ignore them.”

A low growl emitted through his grit teeth as he stood. He looked angry, no.. Lusty. That was the correct word.

Before Hunter could get away, Schy had grabbed the man by the arms, tossed him up against the wall and pulled him into a suffocating kiss. Lips and teeth and tongue clashing and slicking up against one another, Schy’s hand slipping down between their bodies to grasp at that fun problem that was between Hunter’s legs.

Being a man was fun..

“Aw shaddup.. Ya think I’m lettin ya get away that easy..?”

His voice, gruff and thickly laced with Australian lineage, flittered past Hunter’s ear.

He was confused.

What was sh- HE. HE. HE. HE. What was HE doing? “We can take care of this ourselves you know. It’s really- a-aahhhhh…”

He melted a bit. Slumping forward, breathing heavily, legs getting wobbly. He could barely stand.

When HE was a SHE, SHE had been around a lot of HE’S, and HE knew what to do…

His knee, now going and pushing apart Hunter’s legs, one hand reaching and grasping up the man’s wrists, pushing them up above his head, holding them there as his mouth now pulled away, attacking at Hunter’s neck with nibbles and licks and sucking harshly at that lovely skin.

“I don’ fuckin care wot’ya can do by yahself . . You started this.”

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