[log] Event: Howl [open]

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Characters: everyone
Location: The sort of location M.C. Escher wishes he'd thought up.
Date: nights 211 & 212
Summary: I hunt for you with bloody feet across the hallow'd ground
Warnings: potential for violence, death, and psychological horror; please note in subject lines if any specific warnings come up!

like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
I want to find you tear out all your tenderness

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[armoured]

You don't want to do this!

[He tries to reach out toward the sound of that voice, wanting to grab Zack and hopefully pull him in close to an immobilising bear hug.]

LOOK AT THEM BEIN ALL CUTE WITH THE DEATH HUGS

[heroproceeding]

[ Sheer stubbornness has Zack up maybe faster than most people. But that doesn't mean he's prepared for two large arms to suddenly come around him like some sort of humanoid bear trap. Cold metal meets his swelling cheek and while his first instinct would be to writhe, it's the echo of a memory that gets him to freeze. Gets him to stiffen as it washes over him and this time when he curses, there's an entirely different tone to it. ]

Out. Knock me- out, Al!

[ Already, he can feel the tug of those other thoughts pulling. Twisting into the midst of that thought, trying to pull it apart because no, no. He doesn't want that. He needs to stop him. He needs to take him back- Zack bites down on his lip hard enough to taste blood, but it doesn't stop them. Soon, he knows he'll be writhing again. ]

[armoured]

[He doesn't want to do this.

Even with the danger that he's in, he doesn't want to hurt a friend, but he knows it's the right thing to do. If their positions were reversed, he knows that he would thank Zack for knocking him out and making sure that he couldn't hurt anyone.

So he tightens his hold significantly, crushing Zack against his chest with the aim of cutting off his air supply.]

Sorry-- I'm so sorry.

[heroproceeding]

[ At first, he's not sure if Al will even do it. But even that thought's buried easily by the others starting to swarm his mind. It's enough that it's hard to say whether he heard Al or not when he apologizes. He's already starting to thrash again, his hands trying to reach and grab and pull at those arms. But he just doesn't have the reach.

Doesn't matter in seconds anyway because next thing he knows, Al's squeezes him like a python and Zack's just struggling to gather enough breath as he tries and fails to push out from the shoulders. His breaths come in frantic puffs against Al's metal frame now, growing shorter by the second and his mind starts to go fuzzy.

He's out before he knows it, body limp in Al's arms. ]