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Accept your fear and cowardice!

One million ways to break a human being, and all the pieces just never die. It’s amazing how much people can take and not die however much they wish they could. Something about staying alive is so human, no matter how much you hate life you’re just a little too scared to leave it…

Can’t feel don’t feel he can’t afford to feel it just plays into their hands can’t feel.

It was always there, like hands clasped around his neck. He’d thought it would eventually fade with time, he thought he might be able to recover, he’d been getting better?! No…no, he was trying so hard to convince himself he was getting better not worse. Not worse like his father.

I’m a monster now…

You broke what was human.

He didn’t have an identity now, did he? He was just a wraith of Alessio, just a shadow of someone who could’ve been.

The golden hue of his eyes faded out entirely to blackness. His body didn’t really exist anymore except as dead weight. He was so disconnected from it, as from the real world, and he could feel himself sinking. He wanted to die.

He wanted to stop fighting.

“Maybe he was right.” He mouthed. He’d said some people were so far gone the only heroic choice left was to massacre all the weeds so the monsters died with you. Raze the world until the murders die by your hand. Twisted logic for a twisted world?

No.

Somewhere in these fractured pieces was the will to live…

His jaw tightened. He couldn’t feel that, he wasn’t really in his body – they’re body – it’s body…

No. Focus.

Somewhere was the strength he needed but all he wanted was to fade.

No.

It could still figh – he…he could still fight. Breathe. He lost all sensation and everything went black for a split second.

 

‘You are my friend.’

Alessio couldn’t process the words. So they kept coming back. He hadn’t thought any memories could be soothing the idea really hadn’t occurred to him until he felt Nithel’s hand on his shoulder. Words he couldn’t understand, sensations he’d never felt of being warm, sheltered…

‘You are loved, and you are not alone.’

 

Alessio wasn’t really sure when he started to calm down, he could still hear his own raspy breathing, but it wasn’t through a gauze he could actually hear it clearly. He couldn’t tell where he was so he must’ve passed out?

Inside of a…house. Blackened with burn scarring – he didn’t do that, did he!?!

Nonono no, just calm down, calm down. Get a decent explanation before you freak out again. Devils, where was he now? This was so dizzying, he was ready to pass out from exhaustion. What was- where was?

Alessio mechanically rubbed his forehead. Vaguely, there was something cold and stiff clamped on his right wrist but as far as he knew that was just another somatic flashback. It would pass in a minute…

That crazy robber – Arsene – he was by a doorway. Oh devils kissing ghouls, that…he was going to be freaked out, wasn’t he? He would’ve seen Alessio break down, that was not something he looked forward to explaining. Maybe it would be ok, maybe they were still frien-? Wait, they weren’t friends they were just stuck with each other! Get a grip. Nevermind just…

Hey, idiot, we need to keep movin –

Suddenly the door swung open to an almost exact copy of Arsene. Eerily similar not the least from how different they dressed and the expression the stranger wore.

“Arsene…?” Before Alessio could say anything else, the newcomer swung a blow directly into Arsene’s face. Fire flared through Alessio’s body, rushing in front of Arsene.

“Hey!” Alessio growled “Don’t you dare touch my friend!!!”

He sprang forward only to jolt back, pain teasing through his arm. In a flash he was back, back in dark hole, forced to watch someone else pay as punishment for something. Everything snapped, Alessio was barely conscious of screaming curses, jerking against his restraints hard enough to draw blood.

“If you hurt him I swear-“ Alessio didn’t finish, feeling his arms grabbed and pulled behind him. With a grunt he rammed the back of his head into his attacker’s jaw, kicking his feet off the ground with a momentum that should’ve sent the man falling backwards. Fire reflexively whooshed around him in thin stripes.

The fall knocked Alessio down too and he spun to a crouch – or he would’ve if something hadn’t yanked his wrist, throwing him off balance. He landed with a painful thud on his shoulder. On top of the guy who had tried to kill him earlier!!

With a yelp he leapt back, only to be stopped by hand fastened his left wrist.

The other end was around his would-be murderer’s wrist!

Pure terror shot through Alessio’s eyes.

 

My baby brother thought it would be a good idea to handcuff Alessio to Hades. 🙃👌

Alessio, Sherlock, Arsene and Hades and anybody in the Mirror of Fear and Cowardice going to move from the mirrors to Amnesia- ville soon…?

@ragnoak?

And the other group with Nathair, Burn, Miles and everybody also goes to Amnesia’s world I guess to fight Amnesia eventually but in a different area…?

 

Ok @rustedknight, dearest big brother, you picked Alessio and Arsene and Hades and Sherlock group? Ok…I don’t think anybody will notice your character immediately. Sherlock and Arsene are brawling and Alessio and Hades are…kinda brawling.

*copy and pasting physical descriptions…*

Lol btw, Alessio and Arsene are both 17. Alessio tends to hide and try to make himself look smaller, right now he’s wearing an oversize hoodie he stole to “blend in” (it’s…not really effective) but he pretty much always has a hood over his face, he has expressive brown-gold eyes and curly brown hair, olive skin, a scar from his forehead to his left eyebrow, and scars on his wrists the rest are pretty much hidden…

He’s also been train to fight since he was a very small child he is extremely capable if you push him far enough and he has pyrokinesis that he doesn’t know how to control but it’s triggered primarily by the desire to save life so if anybody’s in danger he’ll probably spontaneously combust 😉 (see above post)

Arsene *flips through the castle to his bio* ah here we are!  (identical twin of Arsene Lupin) Black hair with white edges, right eye is gray and blue, while the other is gray and gold. Around 5’11 feet, somewhat slim.
Species: half dragon changeling, half woodland elf.

Arsene Lupin, a masked thief, made himself at home in his prison cell. With a smaller top hat, Arsene wore a white tailcoat, with black pants, a white button up shirt, and a red vest. His mask, which hid the entire top part of his face, was red and black, resembling a fox vaguely.

Sherlock’s an identical twin but I forget what he’s dressed in 🤷‍♀️

 

I leave it to @ragnarok to transport this group to Amnesia’s world