"You called. Of course we were gonna come." The doors are unlocked, but I never turn off the engine.
"You called. Of course we were gonna come." The doors are unlocked, but I never turn off the engine.
That hurts more than any blow I've ever taken, and it takes a lot of effort not to fight back.
"No. Not allowed. There's deals we can make. I've done it before. When Noah--" It's too painful to even think about.
"I always wanted what's best for you, and that isn't him, Bennie. He doesn't stay with the kids he kidnaps. They're alone. Trapped. With me, you're free."
It takes a moment of confusion before I finally figure out who you mean. I owe you the truth, but now isn't the time.
"Manx is every bit as screwed up as I am, but I tried to keep you from my bullshit. Manx gathers kids and dumps them in his."
"We have to save the kids. But those are some troubled kids. Even if we get them out of that place, they won't know what's right and what's wrong. You could teach them."
"I have to believe it's never too late. For him, or me. We all want somewhere the kids can be safe, free. Your dojo. Eagle Fang. Christmasland."
"I'm here now. I can't... if you mess with the past, it can make things worse. I want to be here for you now."
"But we're not kids. We know different. He could learn a lot from you. Us, in that car, we could change things."
I mirror the wave, not showing fear, despite the increasing uneasiness I feel. I don't want to start anything, not in the mood for company. Usually I'd invite you in for a beer, but I'm trying to cut down.
"You're welcome to the Grid. I'll take the open road or the open skies.
Y'know, we could. Take his car. It would get us there. The source."
"That word again. I'm not a creative sort. I'm a fighter. But all barriers can be broken with force."
"So tell me, kid. What do you want?"
I'm trying to stay still, but instinct forces me to move. I don't want to start a fight, but I'm ready to dodge one.
I'm used to the feeling of being watched. A few lifetimes ago I made a career of it. It should unnerve me, but it forces me to think. To exist.
"Never really did put a dampner on things."
I wish we had time to stroll down memory lane, but I can't let myself get stuck in the past, not when the future is at stake.
"We need to do more than talk, Sensei. We need a plan of action."
"If you kill me, you're never going to escape me, I promise you that. I'm not leaving you like this. We'll get through it. You don't have to be like me. I was made to be a weapon. You're better than that, Bennie."
"I realized that what was living behind that boy's eyes was purely, and simply evil.."
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"One of the few things I remember well." So much time has passed, so many bad memories drown out so much of my life, but that room saved my life. Gave me purpose. Hope. It can't end now.
I am in the zone when I'm driving, passing drive-in theaters that aren't really there, driving fast but getting there quicker than should be possible.
"Not a scratch." There were one or two near-misses, but only with phantoms, so that doesn't matter.
That hurts, and I never learned how to handle that kind of hurt. I want to look away, I want to run, find the nearest bar. I force myself to talk.
"You're right. Noah deserves better. You deserve better. But I'm what you've got. And I'm trying."
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If Noah lets me drive, we can get there quicker. I don't need to know the full story, not yet. That can wait until we're somewhere safe.
"Honestly?" I don't give you a chance to reply. "In some fucked up bar getting wasted. A bar that might not even be real, but I know he goes there, sometimes. I wanted to help, get info, find a road I could follow. But intentions mean shit. I screwed up, Bennie. I know that."
"That's because you're awesome." Serious hero-worship blinds me to the fact you may even have anything to regret. "Regret is for losers. And I can't afford that. Not with these stakes."
Eagle Fang protects kids. Teaches them who they are and how to reject fear.
I'm not sure if I'm allowed to reach out to touch you, a pat on the shoulder, or to pull you into a hug. I'm not scared of you, but I am scared of me.
"And I'm here. If he wants you, he'll have to go through me."
"You were the only safety I ever had, and I forgot, Sensei. I took it for granted. If I had stayed, kept fighting, maybe I'd be better at protecting now."
I don't want to fight, but there's the creeping feeling that I'm the horror.
That feeling grows as I see your face as you check your phone.
"What? What is it?"
I'm not very good, at being needed. Always freezing at the wrong time, or blowing up at the wrong person. There's so much danger here. My breath is frozen. I consciously force myself to breathe, then I can speak.
"I'm here."
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