Sanctuary

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There were few places on campus where Félix felt he could be left alone, even from his own dread. At home, he felt the ache of his brother and his relationship with Nerina. His own lover, if he could even call her that, was far darker than he realized. And far more vicious. Even away from them, even amongst others with powers like him, Félix felt apart from the happiness they could project. And, when one of them had died, Félix lost more than he could endure.

At least in the forbidden forest, he was amongst company. Amongst monsters and darkness and whatever else felt reflective of his own soul. In truth it frustrated him. He didn't want to feel sad or depressed, he didn't want to worry about losing his mind to some monstrosity. But it was all he could think about in these moments, and in the forbidden forest he would feed on those worries until he was used to them like a dreadfully cold bath.

Félix had sprouted his black tendrils again. His shirt was torn apart, each black limb poking out of some odd place on his torso. Each one was thicker than two arms, and strong enough to crush a small tree in its grip. It was easily his worst 'incident' yet, and he knew plenty enough people on campus saw him run into the forbidden forest, black tentacles in tow. He'd get in trouble, but he didn't care. He just wanted to be left alone for a while. Maybe even a day or two.

Not many creatures came near him while he sat quietly underneath one large tree. Perhaps he scared them off, or they figured to leave him alone. In this state, Félix certainly did not look like a tasty meal or something to fight out of one's territory. But not every creature had that innate mentality. Or, in some cases, they were all the more attracted to it.
 
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Today was a great day, Agnés just knew it. After a month of paperwork she had finally managed to get the permit she had been wanting since nearly the first day she'd gotten to the island: venison. Now she was finally off to find some. The thought of the taste had her heart alight, she almost felt like she could fly. She carried a pair of hatchets with her as she stalked through the woods looking for the ever elusive stag.

She was armed only with a pair of hatchets, and the stag had his antlers that easily gore her. She didn't want to think about it, and yet she was. It was clear to her that getting gored was easily the third worse thing that could happen to her that day, the only worse things were her clothes somehow getting destroyed, and having to get back into town in only her birthday suit that would be so embarising, and running into some emokid, it always sucked when she did, her options were always partake in their misory or try to cheer them up, and she never thought that she was any good at it.

Eventually she found it, her prey, a truely gorgious stag that likely weighed seven times what she did. Slowly, carefully, she moved towards the mighty creature slowly and purposfully. She had her hatchets in hand, one held just under the head and the other at the very end of its handle. Step after step she moved closer, the stag still not giving her more than a glance, until finally either she was too closer or something startled it but studdenly it was charging at her. Instinctively she tried to jump out of the way, but she was too slow. Now she was caught up in the stage's antlers, being carried away like a bubble on the tide of empire.

Feablely she hacked at the titan that was carrying her through the forrest, though each swing seemed to only cause the beast to move faster. After what seemed like an hour of being carried off by this monster. Eventually though the petty pin pricks she was able to land with her hatchet. With the sounds of a cataclism ringing in her ears. The antlers broke as she lay there a broken body laying at the head of another, a fine pair they made.

After a few long heart beats she stood up, raising the hatchet over her head in victory. "I am the Queen of the forest!" Even as she spoke she could feel her legs begin to quake under her. Her whole body hurt and she felt thrilled at her catch, but even still she could barely stand her legs were shaking so bad.

Agnés wasn't sure why but as she stood there the fear of being seen in her state. It was such a pure fear that it must have been coming from another, but so strange was the very notion of this fear it must have been something else. Looking down at herself she was covered in a mixture of her own blood and the stag's, she didn't even comprehend the two broken antlers protruding from her. One from her right sholder the other just above her right hip.

Turning Agnés' eye instantly caught sight of a boy who was sitting there. Her legs collapsed under her as she gave out a scream. He had seen her, as she looked down at her self once more she realized just how much of a monster she was. Covered in the blood of some gential giant she had gone out and murdered, his antlers still piercing her body, and her acting as if they were nothing to her. She knew that in the moments before that they had been nothing to her, she really was a monster.

She scurried over the body of the fallen stag in a faint hope to hide herself. Once she was hidden behind the stag, her looked at her hands they were shaking. She couldn't help but keep telling herself that she was a monster. Slowly her vision turned to the broken antlers.

First she placed the one in her left hand and removed it. She couldn't help but let out a gasp as she did, for a moment she lost her vision. Turning her gaze to the one that was still in her. She placed both her hands on it, and pulled. She gave out a louder cry this time.

Now all that she could do was currle up, bringing her knees to her face as she sobbed into them, the word 'monster' on repeat in her mind, her victory over the stag stolen from her.
 
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Unfortunate for her that she'd run into her greatest fear. Embracing his solitude, Félix could clearly hear the giant stag running through the forest. What's more, he could hear the thuds and grunts of something else as the two struggled. He did not bother to get up and look, however, until the girl screamed out her triumph.

He stared at her like she was crazy. The beast's antlers still impaled her, to the point it seemed close to lethal. She seemed almost unperturbed, right up until she realized she was being watched. At that moment, Félix understood nothing. She screamed and hid behind the carcass. Félix hid behind the tree, afraid he had just stepped into the sights of a serial killer or some other kind of madwoman.

The thick, black tendrils still surrounded him. As much as they were his bane, they were also his armour. It gave him a small bit of confidence not to worry about the monsters and madmen hiding in this forest, but it didn't save his thoughts from himself. They only made it worse. Was she afraid because of how he appeared? He couldn't fix that. He couldn't think clearly enough, and he had struggled already for what felt like hours.

“Do you need – do you need help?” Félix cried out from behind the tree. He peered out momentarily. He couldn't see her. He could still hear her, however. She had yet to move from behind the carcass.

Instead of approaching her directly, Félix tentatively reached out towards her with one of his massive tendrils. Agnés would feel the stag's body slip away from her, as it was picked up by a monstrous black snake and pulled towards the albino. He could lift it like it was a small paperweight, and he dropped it just as unceremoniously by some tree away from them.

“Don't – I won't hurt you.” Félix bit his lip, trying to get closer to her and inspect the wound. All he had on were his black trousers, everything above his belt blown to pieces when his horror erupted.
 
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Agnés currled up tighter as he called to her asking her. "I'm a monster stay back." She did her best to yell it though it was barely a whisper that came out of her lips. Her sholder and hip had stopped aching, and she was sure that they had all but healed already. Now the only signs of the injury were the pair of holes in her shirt and blood stains that had mixed with the pale green cotton shirt she had been wearing. She just wanted to disappear.

As she felt the stag lift away from her, she looked behind all she could see what was in her mind's eye a normal man effortless lifting away a three hundred kilogram stag. To her very core she knew the truth she was the monster in this senario. "Please, don't come any closer. I'm a monster!" She tripped over her words as she spoke. The thought never occured to her that it might have been his feeling flowing through her that she was feeling, but she had felt that way before. She had been called a monster so many times back home. She who could not die. She who envied the monsters of stories who found their final rest. "Please, I'm an abomination..." He face was burried in her hands as she spoke, never once having realized the horrors growing out of him.
 
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She was a monster? That made two of them, then. Félix did not see, immediately, why should would think as much herself. Maybe eccentric in slaughtering an aggressive stag and declaring herself Queen, but that didn't firmly place herself in the 'monster' category.

It wasn't until, of course, he ignored her warnings and approached her. He realized she had pulled out the antlers, but there was no more bleeding. In fact, her wounds were healed. Was that what she meant...?

“I don't think you're a monster,” Félix said, tentatively. It was evidently difficult to console someone with what seemed like the exact same issue he had. Well, it wasn't quite the same. Unlike him, she didn't have huge appendages sticking out of her body. Félix could feel their muscles twist about against his abdomen, and the sensation against his white skin was like the tickling dread a spider's legs would deliver.

Incredibly uncomfortable, and incredibly horrible.

“You're not an abomination. Why would you even think that?” Félix awkwardly fumbled over his own words. He had so little conviction in himself, and it echoed in his own attempt to help her. He didn't think others were monsters, he did not lie to her, but at the same time he was at a loss of what to tell someone like her. It was a mystery even to himself, how to cope with being so strange.
 
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Agnés nearly laughed at his claim she wasn't a monster. For reasons that she didn't understand she was compelled to correct him. "Of course I am! Each day and every day I hear wispers of other people and their darkest thoughts and horrible desires. I can't stop it, and I just want to act on it, and even when I resist with every fibor of my being I still can't." She was currling up into a ball again, just wanting nothing more than to disappear. "If you ground every part of me into dusk and set me free to the seven winds of the world, it would only be a few days before I was back, just as healthy as I'd ever been, maybe even healthier." She looked up at him, her eyes red and her face stained with tears. "And I have freckles!" She pulled her knees as close to her as she could and burried her face into them. "I wish I was dead." She muttered into her legs. It's not like he could help her with that wish. No one could.
 
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He wasn't helping. Sadly, the thought to walk away from her and let her figure it out on her own was not present in Félix's mind. Even when she dropped the hint she could heal from anything, it did not cross his mind to just let her figure things out for herself. After all, it was the right thing to stay and help, no? Ironically it was all his fault simply by being near her.

And with her own despair, Félix's fear increased to a panic. Frustrated and terrified for her, Félix struggled with wondering whether he could help her at all. He couldn't help fix her powers. Couldn't help with with her... freckles.

There was a glimmer of hope for the girl, however. It dawned on Félix what she mentioned earlier, “Do you hear my whispers?” he asked. He knelt beside her, afraid to touch her. Was she like a telepath? Or did they call themselves empaths? It didn't really matter.

Félix, fortunately, was not just an emotional wreck. He was very smart, and very observant. Just before she noticed him, she was declaring victory over her kill. There was no shame in her at all. Now her despair mirrored his own. She could hear dark thoughts and had to act on them.

The solution was easier said than done. But he did not want others to suffer his turmoil.

Although she was still sobbing, still a wreck, Félix ignored her momentarily to concentrate on himself. He needed to relax, needed to let go of those aberrations sticking out from him. Slowly, the black manifestation receded. Félix cleared his mind, and gave it his all to focus on the good. Not of Letty's death, but the brief moment they shared. Not of Konishi and her abuse, but of Nerina and her gift. Not of the horror he could do with his power, but the good. When he helped people in that disaster...

It was worth a shot.
 
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She had to get a hold of herself. Agnés hadn't felt like this in a long time. She focused on her breathing, she had to get control of herself. Her breathing was raggid, but slowly she was getting it under control, finally her emotions were coming under control.

When she was asked if she could hear the whispers of his heart she slowly looked up at him, her eyes only just peaking over the tips of her knees. "Not all of them... just the dark ones." As soon as the words had escaped her lips her eyes disappeared back below her knees as she once more burried her face.

Her sholders where shaking as she sat there. Her mind was just focused on calming herself, blocking out the negative feelings she was feeling. 'Breath' the word was the one thing she kept telling herself.

Without raising her head she spoke to the man. "What-" She had to breath, already cholking on her words. "What are you doing here?" The words came out jagged and broken, but out they came no matter how slowly. As she continued to hug her legs she rung her hands together, listening to the sounds of nature around them.
 
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Just the dark thoughts? A cruel state for an empath. Perhaps it was like an empath suffering from depression. Depressed people remembered every bad thing that happened to them, and often forgot the good. A depressed empath, or some form of it, Félix could imagine suffered tremendously.

“I was looking for privacy,” Félix said. “I didn't think I'd find anyone else in here.” He did fear that privacy was not guaranteed. There were plenty of kids brave enough, or perhaps stupid enough, to rush into a dark forest and challenge whatever they found. Félix expected to hide from them as well, but it seemed one of them found her way to him.

Finally, Félix was bold enough to reach out to her. He laid a hand on her back, trying to console her... somehow. “Is there any way I can help?” If it was his thoughts, then either he had to stay positive or leave. Since he already hurt her in a sense, he felt it necessary to stay behind and take responsibility. And to help her directly.
 
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As he told her why he was there, Agnés felt the pain of guilt shoot through her. "I'm sorry of taking your solitude from you." When she had entered the forest that morning she hadn't expected to find anyone, not to mention actually interacting with them, she would have expected that anyone she ran into to be just passing ships in the night.

As his hand pressed on her back, she didn't flinch or run from him, instead her sholders relaxed a little bit. "Is there anything you can do?" She repeated his question back to him. "I don't know." All the while as she spoke she was slowly leaning into him, not even really aware of just what her body was doing. She wanted to stay currled up, but as each heartbeat past her body slowly loosened itself as the warmth from his hand and his words flowed into her.

Part of Agnés knew that if she saw her herself she would have thrown up a little in the back of her mouth. But that wasn't here nor there, from her current vantage point the warmth of his presence at the moment seemed like the only light in a very dark world.
 
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