Nothing Left to Say

"If he does anuthing-!" I stopped yellong and my voice turned into a whisper. The haze began to slowly cloud my .Ind. "I'll rip out his organs and bathe in his blood."

((I have ancestors with the last name Moffat!!))

I glared at Asurath.

((Cool!))

I smirked a little willing the haze away the best I could for the time being. "Don't give me that look." 
((Is it a reference...?))

((Yeah. Steven Moffat writes the Doctor Who series and the BBC Sherlock series! He is pure evil!))

"Touch him and you can have fun in Purgatory."

"Okay, well, it was a while ago, y'know, when I was little. My family had just gotten done with spring cleaning and finishing the fields kind of thing, when my uncle had pulled up. He seemed as though he was in some kind of rush. He talked to my parents for a short amount of time and I had no idea what had been going on. Well, that was until I wasn't even there anymore. I was on a table, slanted up a bit. I looked around, my eyes still adjusting to where I was. A sharp pain then went through my shoulder/arm or whatever you want to call it. I looked over and my arm was being pulled out of place. I didn't start yelling and screaming in pain until it had felt as though my arm was being pulled off completely. I looked over and it was, blood was everywhere and my arm was in this arm hand picker upper machine. I stood staring for a while before I had completely passed out, probably from blood loss. The next morning when I had woke up, I couldn't see through my left eye. After that it's just too much of a long story and you can probably tell what happens next. I was given this eye, then I built myself an arm." I said the last final words as I ran my hands through my hair, ending close to the middle of my head. Resting my elbows on the table.

((Dragon Born?))

I didn't know what to do, so I patted him on the back. "It's pretty cool that you could build your own arm and was given an eye. Wendigo's aren't that kind." I pointed to my eyepatch.

"My only reason for touching him purposefully would be if he hurt something I cared about."

"And if you hurt someone I care about again, I'll kill you."

"Deal."

"I'm not kissing you."

"Heh, it sounds pretty stupid actually. It sounds like I'm telling one of those weird stories from a book from the top of my head." I chuckled slightly.

"I don't need your kisses."

I laughed a bit, then put my bacon into a sandwich.

"Good."

I sighed and shifted my weight to one leg. "You wanna go join them?"

I went up and grabbed a pickle from the jar and took a bite out of it, listening to the crunch as I bit down.

I ate my bacon sandwich.

"Yup!"-

"Ok." I shifted off my leg and started towards the kitchen.

I ran to the kitchen.

I watched Nat bolt ahead of me as I went at a much slower and calmer pace.

I slipped under Tony's arm.