Post by Murmur Reeve on Jan 12, 2017 1:51:30 GMT
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down
The kind of dark that haunts a hundred year old house
Murmur has been laying in his plain, little white room when something strange began to happen. There was a tingle in his veins. Magic was flowing back through him. He had gotten his power back, and he'd never felt anything quite so satisfying. One could only imagine what had happened next. The second someone came to check on him, Murmur had gotten free. A trail of blood and corpses had lined the floor as he'd made his way out the door. No one had survived. If he still wanted to take the Evil Queen for everything she was worth, he didn't want anyone around who would be able to tell her any tales. He'd been sure to open other doors and spring other prisoners. That way any... non-working staff would be clueless as to who'd caused everything. Hopefully they'd forget about his drugged ramblings of his true life.
After getting out, he'd successfully robbed a store where he's picked up some clothing. Walking around in white clothing splattered with blood probably wasn't the brightest idea. Before leaving the store, he'd prettied his face up with a bit of make up. It was dark, but it wasn't quite so extreme as he would have done it in the Enchanted Forest. His magic might have returned for some unexplained reason, but it was still looking as if people were still missing their memories. Pity for them.
Now, Murmur was sitting on a bench in the middle of a park with his legs crossed, whistling to himself. He had to think of a plan. This world was gong to go down one day in a sea of screams if someone didn't manage to break this curse and return him home. That was his main desire for the time being. There was no place like home, and he really wasn't the type to care who he had to step on to get there.
After getting out, he'd successfully robbed a store where he's picked up some clothing. Walking around in white clothing splattered with blood probably wasn't the brightest idea. Before leaving the store, he'd prettied his face up with a bit of make up. It was dark, but it wasn't quite so extreme as he would have done it in the Enchanted Forest. His magic might have returned for some unexplained reason, but it was still looking as if people were still missing their memories. Pity for them.
Now, Murmur was sitting on a bench in the middle of a park with his legs crossed, whistling to himself. He had to think of a plan. This world was gong to go down one day in a sea of screams if someone didn't manage to break this curse and return him home. That was his main desire for the time being. There was no place like home, and he really wasn't the type to care who he had to step on to get there.
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