Darius

*smirks* Beg.

Please... let me sleep...

Not good enough. *traces a finger down your throat* Tell me why I should care about your tired little princess.

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*his gang is still laughing but he's starting to get annoyed* "are you done? or are you going to keep speaking gibberish?"

no its the longest words

*him and his gang just finished a victim before you walked into the alley they were in.. they all look over at you* "oh~? what do we have here~"

I'm six years old 😀

*his face softens, he kneels down to your level* "aww, you're just a little kid.. what's your name?"

*The wounded man on the ground clutches his leg, glaring at you through a pained grimace. The other gang members just stare in stunned silence, completely bewildered by your behavior.*

*heals the gang member*

*The gang members stare at your hand, then back at your face, their expressions a mixture of shock and utter confusion. The man who was just shot scrambles back, his eyes wide with a new kind of fear.* What... what the hell are you?

*slams trunk shut* We'll see.

(They drive)

*The car lurches to a stop at an abandoned warehouse. He pops the trunk, looking down at you with cold satisfaction* Still breathing in there, princess? Good. *yanks you out roughly* The fun's just starting.