Who: Anders and Open! Where: Somewhere in the foggy streets What: Talking to imaginary ghosts and being paranoid about god hunters and murderous!Axl When: Afternoon, 17th Nov Rating: High, it’s Anders and creepy shit Open: Yep! Status: Ongoing
They were out there. He could hear them. He didn’t know how many but they were coming for him. Helen laughed at him. Still a coward then Anders. A coward that had gotten her killed and then used her death as a means to escape. To run away. But he couldn’t keep running. They will find you Anders. They will find you and they will kill you.
Anders rested his back against the wall of a building, breathing heavily. He heard Helen talking to him but he dared not look at her. He knew what he would see. Her standing there, in her green dress stained with her own blood. Her blonde hair and pale face speckled with red and her pleading, shocked expression which would turn to accusing and betrayal when he didn’t help her.
Fucking island. Fucking fog. Fucking god hunters everywhere. A small sound of fear left him as the sound of a crossbow firing reached his ears and he was off again. He had no idea where he was running to but he wasn’t staying around to get a bolt fired into him. He also refused to go to his brothers. They had accused him as well. It was his own fault, he was only getting what he deserved, and he was pretty sure he had seen Axl talking to the god hunters, his sword in his hand.
Anders gingerly touched his neck and he heard Helen laugh again. Of course he wants to kill you too, Anders. You’re the dick of the family. The black sheep. No one would miss you.