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#man. davey and jack huh. two different ends of 'your worth is determined by your sacrifices'.
pigeonwit · 5 months
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run for the hills [Manhattan, West Virginia - WIP, scene scribble]
“Keep him here.” David orders as he storms into the theatre’s foyer. “Don’t let him out until the storm’s over. And warn the other residents, it’s gonna be a long night.”
Jack’s not entirely sure who he’s speaking to; he’s not looking at anyone, staring only into the emptiness of the air – or maybe even beyond that. His eyes still hold that otherworldly sharpness, and every word out of his mouth tastes like petrichor. A few stagehands nod and rocket out of the theatre in a dead sprint, two heading left and one heading right, while an usher grabs the telephone and starts to dial.
“Dave-?!”Jack struggles to keep up with him, his whole stomach feeling as if it’s been punched out of his back. “Keep me here?! You can’t just – I need a train, I need to get out of here, you can’t – David-!”
His fingers just barely graze David’s wrist when he whirls around like something feral, wild-eyed with a snarl curling at his lips.
“You’re our resident!”
David’s voice snaps through the room like a tree being split. The actors and stagehands all fall to silence, every eye, every particle pulled towards David’s gravity.
“He’s not taking you.” David growls, low and deadly. “You’re ours.”
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