There are voices in our heads rp (Closed)

(i was thinking it was kind of like a soulmate thing like when they meet it will go away but now i think i'll base it off of tyler being a demon, like as it get's worse her voice disappears but when he's himself it comes back if that sounds good)

Tyler barred his teeth, his eyes glowing red as he slammed into the door again, denting it further. The yells increased and he could see a thin sliver of light through the door. With one last yell he crashed into the door and it swung open, one of the hinges loose. He growled and attacked the first guard he saw, and then another.

(That’s so cool whoah)

Macha flattened herself against the wall right by a turn in the hallway. A huge crash sounded, making her flinch, followed by a series of growls and screams. Tyler. Oh my god it’s Tyler. She squeezed her eyes shut one last time, and ran around the corner. “Tyler!” She had to get him back.

(thanks :p

Tyler stood up, surveying the scene, blood running down his chin. There were most of the guards over by the wall where he had thrown them and a couple near the door, all either unconscious or dead. He heard Macha and growled, whipping his head around to face her. Recognition briefly flashed in his eyes before they turned back to the shade of red. He took a step towards her menacingly.

Macha swallowed, but stood her ground. “Tyler, listen to me. I know you’re in there.” She took a step forward, looking him straight in his glowing red eyes, like coals ready to catch fire.

Another flicker in his eyes, then nothing. He snarled and flexed his hands at his sides.

Macha’s hands trembled, but she took another step forward. “Tyler. It’s me, Macha. Please.” It wasn’t working. Her panic started to rise, but she tuned into it, channeled it towards Tyler. If he was in there, he’d be able to feel it. And she knew he was in there. She raised her chin slightly, looking past the blood on his lips and his red eyes. “Fine. Attack me. See if you can.”

The recognition lasted longer this time, but didn't last. The demon returned, feeding off her panic, turning it to rage. He grabbed her by the waist and flung her to the side and onto the ground, stalking after her and picked her up again, slamming her against the wall, hard enough to hurt but not hard enough to knock her out.

(oh man this is fun)

Black spots danced across her vision, but she didn’t fight back physically. In her mind, she screamed at him, poured every ounce of energy she had into forming a mental connection with the boy behind the demon, the boy she loved. Macha lay limp on the ground, projecting images of her dead body to him, images of him sobbing over her bleeding, lifeless form. Tears steamed down her cheeks, but she didn’t react to the abuse.

(ikkrrrrr)

Tyler suddenly screamed and backed away, seeing Macha now, the girl he loved…the girl he hurt. He stared down at his shaking hands in horror then back up at her, terrified of himself. A sob escaped his lips and he looked around at all the guards, the guards he had killed. Tyler stumbled back and ran into the cell. "Stay away from me. Just go." He cried before shutting the door and rushing down the stairs, collapsing at the bottom, shaking with sobs.

Macha struggled to her feet, collapsing twice before managing to stagger over to the cell door. “Tyler please.” Her voice broke. She frantically tried opening the door, but it was locked, so she banged on it as loud as possible, desperation rising. “Tyler they’ll be sending reinforcements any second now.” She was speaking fast, words coming out jumbled. Her head spun and her whole body hurt, but she didn’t care. She didn’t even care when she heard a gurgle and felt warm blood spurting out of the bullet wound in her back. She just stumbled back to one of the dead guards, pulled an ID card from his pocket, flashed it at the door, and opened it, collapsing to the ground as soon as she did. Her legs couldn’t support her anymore, but she still didn’t care. All that mattered was Tyler.
(This has been one hell of a day for them holy shit)

(ikr i feel bad but also like naaah they can take it)

"I said stay away Macha..I don't want to hurt you more…" He said quietly before noticing her body laying on the top of the stairs. "M-macha?.."

(Same tho)

Pain. Macha’s world was made out of pain. Pain and blood, the blood gushing from her back and trickling down the stairs. But she didn’t care. She just forced herself to her feet, leaning on the wall for support, and half walked, half stumbled down the stairs to Tyler. “Tyler, I’m not leaving you. I can’t— I can’t do that. Before I met you, I was this close—“ she brought her thumb and pointer finger close to eachother, “— to killing myself. I couldn’t go on anymore. And unlike—“ her voice wavered “—unlike the other times, that time would’ve been the end. Because of you, I am alive, and I am not leaving you here. It’s either let me stay in this cell with you until they decide to kill me, or get out of here now.” She gripped both his hands in hers, looking him straight in the eye. “You would never hurt me. I love you more— more than I love myself. And I would rather die than let you rot in this cell.”

(whoaooa that was really good)
"But Macha..I..i'm too dangerous. I can't let you stay here.. I love you but you can have a life..I can't. What if I kill you..I don't want to risk it." He cowered further back into the corner, shielding himself from her, terrified of what he might do.

(Thank you!)

Macha shook her head firmly, keeping one hand against the wall and moving towards him unsteadily. She reached for his hand and pulled him to her again. “Tyler— my dad… he’s going to go soon, I can tell. You’re—“ it wasn’t only her voice that cracked, but all of her being. “You’re the only person I have. And if— if you don’t come with me, I’m staying here with you. That’s my final decision. You came to, when you were out there, when.. when the demon took hold of you. You realized what you were doing. You didn’t want to hurt me. Please come with me— I can’t leave you here.” Blood spilled from her back and into the floor, but she ignored it, keeping her eyes on Tyler.

“But I have no control. Once it happens I can’t control what I do and who I hurt. It was all just a blur. An- holy shit Macha you’re bleeding, lay down.” He commanded, standing and moving to help her.

Macha grabbed his wrists before he could do anything. “Later. We need to go now.” All of her energy was focused on Tyler, getting him out of this god forsaken place. “If we stay here, they’re not going to treat any wounds we have.” Her eyes pleaded with him to come with.

(Morning!)

(Morning! How are you?)

Tyler glanced at Macha. He could feel the demon sitting close, waiting. But it wasn’t going to be a problem. “Yeah let’s go. Do you need help?”

(Meh, you?)

Macha practically melted with relief. “Oh thank god, I thought I was going to have to drag you out of here. And I think I’ll be fine.” She grabbed his hand and began to climb the stairs, legs almost giving out.

(Meh, But I get to see my friend Noah today so that’s fun)

“You can’t walk Macha. Here.” He turned to face her and put out his arms out so she could climb on.

(That’s good then, hope you feel better)

Macha hesitated, glancing anxiously up the stairs. “I’ll slow you down.”

(You too :)

“No you won’t. C’mon” He gestured more fervently for her to get on.

(Thanks :)

Macha gave in, allowing him to lift her up. “I’m a lot heavier than I look, sorry.” Footsteps we’re beginning to sound from outside, stirring the flames of her fear. “We should grab a gun from one of the bodies upstairs.”

Tyler lifted her up easily and climbed up the stairs, bending down and picking up a gun. He kept one hand on Machas back and turned so his back was facing any danger that would come towards them. He looked over his shoulder as they walked, gun at the ready.

Macha wished she wasn’t so useleless at the moment. She was putting Tyler in danger by letting him carry her, she should just be running behind him or distracting whoever cane for them so that he could get away, but here she was, letting him endanger himself to help her, again. “Let me have the gun, I’ll shoot anyone behind us, you focus on ahead.”

He bent down and handed her a gun. “I’m not letting anything happen to you. Not again.” Tyler said quietly, facing her towards the wall as they walked in an attempt to keep her safe.

Macha swallowed. To hell if I let anything happen to you either. Footsteos pounded around the corner and Macha raised the gun and shot.

I don't care if anything happens to me. It's you i'm worried about. He let her shoot, then shielded her from any people.

The bullet struck the guard in the leg, and she collapsed to the ground. The guard behind her raised his gun to shoot, but Macha was quicker. Her heart thundered and her vision was filled with blood and death, but her hands didn’t shake.
They were almost at the doors now. Macha began channeling any feelings of strength through her mind and into Tyler’s, trying to help him.

Tyler shook his head and growled a bit, holding Macha tighter and shooting the guard standing by the door in the arm. He kicked open the door and set Macha down outside. "Get in the car, start it. I'll be there in a second."