Canon is Alan Wake | Because he won't leave me alone

[ex_justforkicks664]

See, once I'm in your head, it's really hard for me to go. Just sit back and enjoy it. You and I both know how much fun these few days have been together, and I promise you I'll make it so much more entertaining if you decide to keep at it.

And I know you will, I told you already that I'm not going anywhere.

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[ex_justforkicks664]

Interesting. [No ones ever said that before. Must be her military training. No matter.

He let's go of her hand and gently places his own on her cheek and beings to caress her soft flesh.]

You'll know when you're needed. [The Darkness was in her head now. The psychic link that was shared would never fully go away. Even if she recovered; got away and regained conciseness, a stain would remain.]

[ourbitterend]

[There's a brief, almost violent twitch when Mr. Scratch touches Avlin's cheek. Her eyes narrow and for one brief second, she looks ready to punch him in the face. But being this close (and still mentally reeling), she stills. Sith are one thing. She can't fight the Darkness.]

Sir, yes, Sir. Havoc Squad will see it done.

[Another spasm and she weakly swats his hand away. It's all she can summon up.]

[ex_justforkicks664]

Good. Good. Your participation is greatly appreciated.

[He laughs at her will to stop his advances. She was strong.

Then again, he hadn't given her a full dose of the darkness. He loved when there was just enough of a person inside to be made somewhat aware of what was happening to them. What she must be going through; the fear, the loss of self control.

How exciting.]

[ourbitterend]

[Fear, shock, but above all else? Anger. While she stands there with a blank expression on her face, Avlin is on the inside raging at Mr. Scratch with a fury she's never felt before. When I get out of this, I'm going to tear your arms off. And then I'm-]

...I'm... going to...

[ex_justforkicks664]

[Go ahead and try to tear him limb from limb. He likes the spunk of this woman.]

Shh. [He places his index finger on her lips.] Shh.

Don't worry about what you're going to do. Let me do that for you. [And he leans in closer to her now. You're trying to seduce her aren't you Mr. Scratch? :) And if you thought his touch was cold, imagine what him being so close must feel like.]

[ourbitterend]

[Years of training in a male-oriented career track will do that for you. Never let it be said that the Republic's female troopers are pansies.]

[Avlin stops talking. For a while, at least. But when he leans in closer, she snarls something past her unresponsive jaw muscles. (He's freezing. No living being is that cold. It's like standing on Hoth all over again.)]

When I get out of this, you're a dead... whatever you are.

[ex_justforkicks664]

If- [A finger raises.] If I choose to let you go.

I'm having so much fun, I don't think I want to.

[ourbitterend]

[Notice the subtle widening of the eyes? The ever-so-slight hitch in breathing? That's actual fear. This is more terrifying than realizing that her own squad led her into a trap. Sure, it vanishes after a moment. But the fact remains: it showed.]

...if you expect... me to b-beg... it won't happen.

[ex_justforkicks664]

[He notices it. It's a beautiful site for him.]

Aw, you mean it? You're really going to do me that common courtesy? Aren't you sweet. I can't tell you how many times I've heard the same thing over and over. [His voice changes to a tone of mockery.] Oh no. Please. Don't. I want to live.

At least with a sock in their mouths I can't understand what their saying, but the noise is just as bad. So I have to shut them up.

Is it bad that now I have a Rose journal?

[ourbitterend]

["Please, I want to live." How many people have said that? She's left a person or two to die horribly herself. But this is something else entirely. Pride keeps her from begging, but it's not for his own amusement. Never.]

[This guy is on a whole other level of monstrous.]

...noise...? Not a fan, then?

No! I think it's fantastic!

[ex_justforkicks664]

I do love the quiet. It's such a peaceful experience that too many take for granted. Too much human commotion can be a bother, but I'm partial to some sounds. Like a blade digging into flesh, or a hammer beating against a skull. [His own voice perhaps?]

But people who ask too many questions... [He's looking at you Alvin. Is the Darkness wearing off? Shall he dose you with more?]

Wound up staying up late watching all the cutscenes for the original.

[ourbitterend]

[Definitely the sound of his own voice. Geez, what an egomaniac. Still, maybe that's her out. Play to the preening little bastard's ego and then slip out of reach at the first opportunity. Hopefully he won't bother to pursue. ...Hopefully.]

[Maybe the Darkness's influence IS waning after all. Avlin flexes her fingers experimentally. They respond. Good. Have her best attempt at a monotone, Scratch.]

Understood. Too many questions, Sir.

It's addicting isn't it? :)

[ex_justforkicks664]

((OOC: BTW, if you're interested here's some Mr. Scratch from the next installment of the game.))

That's better.

Now. Go run along.

[Because he's done playing for now and she'll know when she's needed. Granted, the Darkness is still within. If not, maybe, just maybe, he'll come back for her. If not, oh well, there's still so many more people he can influence. The possibilities are endless.]