*sensing
There are voices in our heads rp (Closed)
(Yeehee I’m pretty good. Hbu?)
One of the men pulled out a gun and pointed it at Tyler. “Move and I’ll shoot.” He flicked his head and the other man walked over to Tyler and tied his hands behind his back. “What re you doing? I didn’t-“ Tyler didn’t continue as the first man shifted the gun in his hands, glaring at him.
(Devastated over Doctor who season two finale but other than that great)
(Oh my god Tyler)
Dread uncurled low in her stomach, paralyzingly her. Tyler???? Answer me!!! Hands shaking, Macha frantically searched for something to use as a weapon.
(Yes yes that season is oof)
(And also yes oh my god Tyler he can’t defend himself for shit)
Get out of your house. Go somewhere safe. Do NOT come here. Whatever you do. Do. Not. Come. He said frantically.
(Good thing Macha has practice defending herself from highschool jerks)
(Are you okay with her coming to the rescue? you can choose whether or not she actually succeeds too)
Ohgodohgodohgod. Macha grabbed a sharp knife for cutting meat, shoved it in a messenger bag, and flew out the door. Think, think. Where’s his address?? She was hyperventilating, mind flashing back and forth from trying to remember an address and imagining terrifying scenarios.
(yeah she can if she wants. Basically my plan is to have these guys capturing all the magic people and yeah ill elaborate later)
Stop it Macha. Get away from here. It's not safe. He was forced to his feet by the men, the gun pressed against his head. "Don't try anything, we have people outside." The other man said.
(Thanks, and great idea btw)
Macha was too busy racking her brain to answer. Finally, after too long, it came to her. An inkling of an address, spoken to her by chance back when she thought Tyler was a figment if her imagination. She took off running in what she hoped was the right direction, wings materializing in her back. She crouched, spread them, leapt into the air, and took flight. After a few minutes she banked onto his street, terror gripping her. There were men, armed, standing outside his house.
Tyler could feel her getting closer to the house. Stop it Macha. They'll get you too. I can't let that happen.. One of the men stuck a needle in the side of his neck and Tyler felt himself fall to the ground, still conscious but unable to move or speak. They opened the door and carried him out to the car waiting in the drive way.
Macha saw someone being carried outside, a flash of blue hair. Ohgodohgodohgod. Before she knew what she was doing, she had pulled into a steep dive, knife gripped into her hand. Panic fueled her, and she heard someone shouting, though it might have been her.
The men shoved Tyler into the car and turned towards Macha. The one holding the gun pointed it up at her and shot. Tyler cried out and the bullet hit her wing.
Pain flared through her right wing and she moved it towards her, pulling into a barrel roll and stumbling as she landed messily. Her wing hurt, every time she moved it she could feel the billet shifting, lodged in her flesh. Gritting her teeth to stop herself from crying out, Macha tried to figure out the best way to grab Tyler and go before that shot her.
Tyler struggled hard and jerked around, trying to get his movements controlled. He regained some feeling in his hands and burst through the door, knocking over the man with the gun. "M-macha..r-run.." He growled.
Macha could’ve melted with relief when she saw Tyler. Instead, she dodged past the man he’d just knocked over and grabbed his arm. “Can you run???”
"Uh I think." One of the men stirred slightly and grabbed the gun from the ground, shooting wildly. They went all different directions, whizzing past them. Tyler pushed Macha out of the way and cried out as one hit him in the lower thigh.
“Tyler!” Macha dodged a blow from another man, trying to get up, only to receive a hard punch to her stomach. He lifted a boot and smashed it down onto her wounded wing. She heard a crunch, and felt the bullet lodge itself deeper. Black spots floated across her vision as she struggled against him, but he only twisted his foot and pressed down harder. A bone snapped. Macha screamed in pain as the man dug his heel deeper into the bullethole, smashing her bone again and again. Through the pain, she saw Tyler on the ground. Tyler. With the last of her strength, she grabbed the ankle of the man stomping on her wing and pulled, toppling him. Somehow, she managed to stand and stagger towards him.
Tyler groaned and dragged himself towards the door. “C-come on Macha. I’ll take care of you. Get inside.”
(wait are all the baddies knocked out?)
(also Tyler is so sweet omfg)
(Yeah let’s just say they are cause tbh they would probably get killed if they kept fighting)
(Yeees becuase he luvs heeer)
(Gotcha)
(Awwwww)
Macha gritted her teeth against the intense pain in her wing and followed unsteadily, reaching forward to support his weight. “Tyler, you’re hurt too. We need to call the police. Oh my god.” The reality of the situation sank in.
“We can’t. They’ll lock us up. I can’t let the happen. Just get inside and lock the door.” Tyler said, the words forced between his teeth. He collapsed into the house and winced, blood running down his leg.
Macha tried to catch him when he fell, but her knees buckled and she almost collapsed with him. Barely holding back a cry of pain as her wounded wing bumped against the doorframe, she gritted her teeth, closed, and locked the door. “Tyler you’re hurt. I’ve done first aid, where are your medical supplies?” Worry and the aftermath of terror leaked into her wobbling voice.
“Sit down I’ll get them.” He winced at the pain as he stood, leaning against the wall.
“Tyler you have a hole in your leg. Sit down. Please.” She was on the verge of hyperventilating. “I’m begging you, just sit down and let me help you.”
“I said SIT.” He growled, turning towards her, his eyes angry and wild.
Macha jumped backwards, startled. “Tyler?”, she asked quietly, fear sharpening her voice.
Tyler looked shocked for a second. "I-i'm sorry..sorry.." He limped away from her. Oh no… He thought, gaining control of his mind again as he went into the kitchen and banged around for a bit until finding a first aid box.
(this is funnn)
Macha almost collapsed onto his couch, blood dripping from her wing and into the floor. What just happened?? Her shoulders shook and her mind went back to the wild look in Tyler’s eyes, and she dissolved into tears. The attack, and now this. It was too much.
(yeyeyeeee ikr)
Tyler limped back to Macha and knelt painfully down next to her, not saying anything, the guilt of the attack and his outburst crushing him. He pushed the coffee table away from the couch. "Lay down on your back." He told her quietly, pulling various things out of the first aid kit.
Macha stayed completely silent, tears streaming down her face. Laying down, she stared straight at the ceiling, hands shaking. She had just been shot at. She was not okay.
Tyler bent down and squinted where the bullet had gone into her wing. He pulled out some things and began dabbing at the wound. "Sorry this might hurt."
I'm sorry..