Fight me! (Abu/Myth)

When she smashed the chip he frowned. He would have gladly eaten that chip, not that he needed to eat, but the tastes of different things were always an interesting thing to him. Some were very sweet to a point where he didn't like it at all, and other were sour, and overly salty. At least, he thought that's what they called it.. Salty.. He chuckled at the word in his mind and went back to observing the lady that seemed even more offputting than he was, which should be an achievement in itself.

As he watched he'd see her start ping ponging the box with the wall, and he chuckled again. He didn't want the box to end up on the ground, for he enjoyed the landscape for what it was now. Not what it would be with a bunch of junk being all over the place like his box.. For, if he started now, he'd probably not stop in general, which would lead to a lot of his shit being left around instead of in the trash.

Slowly moving his hand he'd point to her, and then himself. "We need food." "Chips are food." He'd eat another one. "Fish are food, deer are food." Mumbling to himself he'd say "Everything can be food.." It was true every and anything could be food, even if he didn't want it to be. He didn't say only she needed food, for that might be.. odd, and even harder to explain when she hardly can even understand the language.

@Just_A_Myth

As the box slide towards him he'd catch it with his hand and quickly knock it back to the girl. Though, as it came just into reach, his lips would contort to form Pull without actually saying it, and it would slide right back to his hand. "Yes, food." He'd nod his head before picking the box up and holding it out towards the girl. "Deer is good food." He partook in deer in his old place before his changes, and the thought brought about a bright smile to his face.

The times before his.. forced.. change were simple, he just lived on a farm, just outside of a major city.. He farmed the land, ate fresh meet that he hunted himself, or his parents hunted. Who ever got it, got the piece they liked the most, first, so he always for the right leg.. There was something about the right leg that he greatly enjoyed....

If his eyes were a light they'd be glowing from the happy thoughts that were currently consuming his mind. His lips might as well have been lights right now without an off switch. Chuckling a bit, he'd remember the time as if it were yesterday.. Hell, did he wish it was yesterday.. Instead it had been about 4 months since he enjoyed that life. He spent a month in imprisonment, and while there, that forced the changes upon his body without care on what exactly the outcome would be.

They flooded his body with demonic energy, and seemed to smile as it caused his body to jerk this and that way.. He could remember their smiles while he cried out in pain asking for them to stop.. He never.. forgot the smiles. The smile on his face quickly returned to the blankness as his mind went from one side of the spectrum to the other.. Somewhat, bipolar, if one wanted to describe it.

He frowned as he remembered the empty days after the 'surgery.' They left him locked in a room, brought him food and water, which he never touched. He lost a reason to eat in the change, lost a reason to drink, lost a reason to care, hell, he lost a reason to live.. This was why he stayed away from people.. This was why he was at the tower, instead of in one of the schools for class.. He'd raise his head, as it seemed to have fallen to look at the floor in his sad thoughts, and parted his lips. "Why are you here.." He was back to being the blank canvas that he normally displayed..

@Just_A_Myth

When she leaned towards him as he spoke, he followed suit by somewhat leaning away as if to keep the distance between them. Though he didn't care about the distance in truth, him leaning away had simply become the usual reaction to people coming near. When she spoke, he could piece together the broken common tongue, to a point to understand why she had come to this place.

When the word sister was said, his mind drifted again, to the things that had happened.. While locked in his room they always brought more than just food, sometimes they brought animals, or things that took several humans to lift, such as rocks, and other times they brought people, sometimes one, sometimes more.. The things he was forced to do to the things they brought into his room still haunted him. Lifting rocks with a word.. Killing animals without lifting a hand.. Taking on the peoples pain, and then killing them with it, without even intending to.. He didn't know then, that touching them was the cause of his killing, needless to say, as soon as he found out, things changed. Human contact became a minimum, he removed himself as the problem, from the things he was harming. He hated himself, beyond anything that a set of words could describe.

"What does.. sister look like?" He figured he could at least help.. He had no other use in this word, he might as well help find this persons family that lived. Though, this didn't mean her family was here unless she already knew for sure she was. "I'll help..." He'd say with a soft voice that seemed to slowly be fading away. "Least I can do.." Leaning a bit forward, he'd go back to his original position, even if it was a bit too close to comfort to this woman who was near him.. He'd deal with it, there was nothing she could touch to cause herself pain, so he figured, it was fine for now.

@Just_A_Myth

He'd frown as he watched her try and explain the things about her sister.. He understood it was about her sister based on that being what they were just talking about.. Otherwise, he would have been lost.. "Ok.. Buffy.." He nodded as he took the mental note of her sisters name, but also took the note of her name again.. She wasn't too bad to deal with, since she didn't understand the language much, it meant she didn't ask him a lot of questions.. that was good, very very good..

As she took a portion of her own hair in her hand and said dark, he presumed it was about her sister, but the next thing she tried to say made no sense.. So, he simply went off what he could understand. "Dark hair.. Ok." He's note, and place that with the name Buffy.. It made it hard to just go off that, but, he'd try.. The best thing he could do was pay attention during role call, for the names called, and if there was a buffy, try to get her and.. Emilie to meet and see if they were connected.. "I'll..... Look.." He spoke slowly again, to ensure she had time to process the words said so she knew what he meant. Turning to the side, he'd hay down on the floor and look up at the ceiling frowning that it was covered.. He wished he could see the sky while holding this conversation, it would make things much nicer in his opinion.

"Sorry.." He'd say softly for no particular reason, he was always sorry, he knew he was trouble even when he didn't want to be. And, even if he wasn't trouble for this lady, it didn't mean he didn't still feel like he was..

@Just_A_Myth

As he laid down and listened to her say the name again, he'd too, over it again. "Buffy..." Saying it slowly and letting it trail off. He didn't have faith in his ability to find them, but, he did think that if all things worked out correctly, he'd at least have a slim chance of it occurring. Quietly he'd lay there with his eyes now closed, letting his mind drift into the lulling nothingness that it was. He didn't understand how one could just lose their sister, or brother for that matter, but anything seemed possible by these people on this island.

Tilting his head towards her, his eyes would examine her as she said Sorry, and then seemed to ask what it was, or meant.. The fact she didn't know what the word meant, and he had said it so many times made him feel sorry... Sorry for being sorry... The irony.. Reaching his hand out, he'd flick her hard on the shoulder should she permit it. and then say the word again. "Sorry.." he'd say it slowly and let it sink in before speaking again. "Means apology.. Wish it didn't happen.. Feel bad about it.." each explanation he left a solid minute or so between to ensure it had time to be processed.

As he finished speaking , something occurred to him, that, he had hoped wouldn't occur while he interacted with people.. But, alas, it seemed that what he didn't want happened, and what he did want, never seemed to have a chance to occur...

Turning on his side away from the girl, he'd curl up into a tight ball, as the pain began to ravage his body. Although his mind was mentally prepared for this, as he always walked with it, his body was still adjusting to it.. His body was still learning to cope with the pain, and when this happened where all of the pain came back to a physical memory.. It never ended well. As he stayed curled up, his nose which had stopped bleeding started again, and he started tearing up.. His sobs could be heard, though he tried to remain as silent as possible.

Turning from his side to his stomach, again he'd curl up into the ball with his forehead pressed hard against the concrete as the physical tole was taken.. His bones felt like they were snapping like twigs.. each and every one of them.. cuts could be felt on his arms, though nothing was there.. The pain of gun shots flying through the person stomach over and over again until they died started up, and the crying became louder, the pain itself was unbearable, even for him who had become use to it on a mental level.. Was this what it would be like everyday?

A shot going through the persons lungs would be felt, and his breathing would stop.. It felt like both of his lungs had been punctured, and the pain was enough to make him feel like he should cease to exist, but he knew he couldn't do that. Ceasing to exist was too far of a luxury for him..

After a solid 10 minutes it would finally stop.. and he'd lay still against the floor. He'd lost the will to move at the moment, lost the will to do anything aside from just be there. He wished he was alone right now.. He didn't need people to see him like this. He didn't need people to understand just how weak, and vulnerable he could be, if he happened to be unlucky.. And yet, here he was with this girl, who would probably not understand what was happening, other than knowing he was weak.

@Just_A_Myth