Skye: *he snarls at him* What do you want?

Skye: *he just growls*

Skye: I live here. You?

Skye: Yeah. Someone ****ing broke into my house and smashed it up *he snarls*

Skye: And right now I’m looking for your fluffy friend. She left this *he was holding a piece of her jumper, stained with her own blood* Near my house. *he growls*

Skye: *he growls* Oh Yeah, Sure.

Skye: *he mutters* Yeah, well the little brat deserves something other than help.

Skye: She needs to understand that the world is ****ing cruel, not pink sparkles and ****ing fairy dust. *she was shouting now, fairly loudly, and growling*

*he

Skye: Well, good on ****ing you. *he walks off*

Skye: *he turns a corner, shouts something, and starts chasing someone*

Twist: *she screams* *You can hear both of them shouting and fighting*

*Skye was holding something else in his hand, and was trying to stab into into Twist’s arm, whilst holding her on the floor. Twist was growling, trying to get him off of her, but she was obviously terrified*

Skye: *he manages to stab what appeared to be a half empty syringe into her arm, before getting knocked into a wall* Twist: ...

Skye: Yeah, and I don’t give a ****ing shit *he growls*

Skye: *he growls louder* Don’t. Even. Dare. Twist: *she backs up, taking the syringe out of her arm*

Skye: *he snarls* Twist: *she trembles again* S-stre-ak?

Skye: *he holds his breath*

Twist: *she ghasps* S-Str-eak... *her voice was barely a whisper*

Twist: *she gets up and drags Streak off of Skye*

Twist: ... y-you o-ok?

Twist: S-s-sure.... *she closes her eyes and shakes her head*

Twist: *she sits down and coveres her face with her hands, muttering*