by TooRareToDie » Fri Apr 13, 2012 7:23 am
((May I apologise in advance. You may notice that my character, Alex, has paranoia or anxiety. I tend to delve right into much characters' psychological states, rather than focusing on other topics as it makes me feel more comfortable. I also mainly narrate emotions and thoughts, looking at everything through their eyes, but sticking to third person. I'm not sure if that makes sense...))
As Alex watched the girl run, he almost felt sorry for coming across as such a threat, seeming so terrifying that he made her run. Almost being the key word. He always said that he was better safe than sorry, and he wasn't about to eat his words just because he had become feared. In fact - in a strange, twisted way - he liked it. Finally he was the one inficting the emotion upon others, rather than being the little boy cowering in the corner.
A fizzing as water boiled over the edge of the pail and was evaporated by the heat from the fire caught Alexander's attention. Muttering a few cusses under his breath, the brunette threw down his knife and ran to the boiling water. He hissed in pain at the overflowing water hitting the skin of his fingers as he reached for the handle. Quickly, he grabbed it, pulling the bucket away from the flame but regretting his action soon after. The handle was also metal. Searing hot metal. Letting out a blood-curdling scream, Alex placed the object down. Even in such pain, the man couldn't allow himself to waste another drop of the liquid.
((That may be horrible writing... It's late and I shouldn't trust myself with writing just now, but night seems to give me inspiration.))
