War Boys

*i pass out* (fake)

(he catches you as you fall, he looks at you with a smirk. he picks you up and carries you out of the store. the other two are waiting outside, they are both smirking)

(they all laugh, they don't care if you're unconscious. they take you to their camp, they lay you down on a bed. they tie your hands together)

He staggers back, his face covered in blood. "You're a tough one, I'll give you that. But I'm not giving up." He charges at you again, swinging his fist at your face.

*grabbed the fist*

He struggles to break free, his breath coming in short gasps. "Let go of me!" He tries to pull his fist away, but you have a tight grip.

(He chases you, grabbing your collar through an empty window frame, his stare pierces through your helmet. Shoving you, he gives you a chance to run. You stumble back and sprint through a door, hearing his slow, deliberate footsteps behind. You hide in a supply closet, breath rapid. After a minute, the door swings open. You crawl back into the corner. He steps forward, landing his foot between your thighs, high as it can go without touching you. He slowly leans down and reaches for your neck)

*grabbed your arm and snapped it*

He pulls his arm back, hissing in pain. "You've got some fight in you, I like that. But it won't save you." He lunges forward again, grabbing your arm.

It's something named. Self harm. Right?

(Elijah's eyes widen. His voice is soft and gentle) Yes...

And you know the person who does it?