Thorn Davenport's Story

Alex was awoken by the gentle tapping on the door. Immediatly he became aware, his glare fixing on the source of the sound. His eyes narrowed and he climbed off the bed, slowly stepping towards the door. His hand wrapped around the handle and turned it, exhaling deeply as it clicked. The door swung open, and without even a thought as to what it was he was doing, he shot forward and pinned Erieda against the wall, his hand only an inch away from her throat. He'd managed to stop himself just before he did anything he would regret. Alex backed away and went back into the room, his hand gripping around his forehead, the other tugging on his hair with enough force to have almost ripped it out.

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(I'm just bringing Juliet back in because she's kind of stuck...)

Juliet wandered down the dark streets of Parkwood, her hand holding onto her other arm. An uncomfortable breeze whipped past her face, causing her to shudder and halt. Something was off. Very off. The barely noticable smell of blood lingered around her nose. She then began to pick up her pace, becoming faster and faster until eventually she broke out into a sprint.

When she reached the hotel, she noticed a few people, dressed only in ragged cloth and feathers trying to clear away Thorn's body. The cause of death was clear to her as she saw a huge hole where his heart should have been. That was surely Alex's doing. She sighed inaudibly and entered the hotel, spotting Chris sat alone on the couch.

Juliet took a seat beside him, and stared at him silently. Chris arched a brow. "Something wrong?" He asked, but was caught off guard by a loud thump upstairs. It couldn't possibly be the dropping of an object, there was too much force behind it. Juliet followed Chris' upwards gaze. "D'you reckon Alex has flipped out or something?" She asked. Chris just shrugged. "I'm not entirely sure...".