CoR Winging It

"You try that, and you will die. I'm not joking." Sebastion hissed. "And then I'll have to pick up the remainder of the pieces." He looked towards the bedroom door.

"I am fine, I will heal. I always do. Now, get out of here. Go down the hall, use the stairs. Don't bother with the elevator. It can be stopped and reversed if he wants to." He looked ready to spring for the door if needed.
 
"Stop underestimating me, Sebastion. I can't leave you here with him. That's why I am even here... because I did not want you to get unnecessarily hurt. You are being stubborn and just because you always heal doesn't mean you should suffer." Alysa hissed right back at Sebastion, his knife twirling in her fingers as he looked at the bedroom door again.

"Come with me, please? Let me return the favor and save you. Let me show you just how freedom truly feels." Of course, she didn't know, but they could figure shit out together.

"They'll hunt for me anyway."
 
"Damn it girl." He hissed. "I'm not underestimating you. You do not know what he is capable of." He turned his ruby hues over at her.

"There is more to my situation than you know." Sebastion reached for her to try to grab her and pull her towards the door. "If you don't go now, I will not save you a third time."
 
"And you don't know what I've been through with Jason and Rowan!" Alysa hissed right back at Sebastion, it was clear that she was a very stubborn redhead. She bit on her bottom lip in slight indecisiveness, not wanting him to get hurt again, but she didn't want to leave him either. Damn it. DAMN IT!!! Alysa growled softly and clenched her fingers around the handle of the knife.

"Then come with me and get out of your situation!" She snapped even as he tugged her towards the door. "I can save you, just let me!"
 
He opened the door silently, and pulled her through. He did not hesitate past that point, leading her down the hall and to the stairwell.

"I can't run, Alysa." He hissed. "They may hunt you for a time, but eventually they'll give up. The money is not worth the time. Me on the other hand? Hah. They will follow me to hell and back." He was practically pulling her down the stairs.

"Worse even. You don't understand and I don't have time to explain it."
 
Why was she letting him pull her out of the room? Biting on her inner cheek, Alysa finally yanked her hand out of his grasp the moment they got to the stairs. She shook her head and crossed both arms against her chest, still so very determined to bring him along with her. So what if they were going to hunt him? She could hide him and take him to better places.

"Stop... I don't care, Sebastion. I don't care if they hunt for you, we can deal with them on our terms. Let me do this for you. Let me... let me show you how life is really supposed to be. I am marching my ass back up there and stabbing Cyclops in the eye. Can't hunt when blind, mm?" She was still grasping onto the knife handle and looked up at him.

"You're right... I don't understand it."
 
He glared back at her. "Ragar lost his eye as a human." He said. "He fought the werebadger before he was turned." He added. "He has hunted blind before, literally by scent just to prove he can. Trust me, I've fucking tried. He just sleeps it off and he's picture perfect the next day."

He paced, his fingers clenched in a ball. "I'm cursed, Alysa. I am quite literally cursed, alright? I cannot go free because my father's the only one who can keep me as I am right now. Its a family curse, and it was passed down to me." He growled. "Yay my fucking luck right? I am chained where I am Alysa. Because the alternative is worse."
 
Well, that certainly made things more difficult. Did that mean they would have to just cut off Ragar's head? That was doable, right? She dropped her arms back down after nearly stabbing herself in the arm after crossing them. That would've been great. Fucking fantastic. Watching Sebastio pace, Alysa leaned against the wall and took in his words, though confusion quickly crossed her face. What did he mean cursed? Just what did that mean? Would he turn into a bird? Into a monster like he alluded to earlier?

"I need a bit more information, Sebastion. What do you mean you're cursed and only your dad is keeping you as you are?" Alysa rubbed her forehead, trying to stave off a headache. Or rather, trying to keep it from growing worse.

"Sebastion... they're going to hurt you bad for helping me escape. I can't have that on my conscious. Dickhead kept calling you my prince..."
 
He closed his eyes and put a hand to his temple. "I mean I'm cursed in the literal sense. Family pissed off a witch years ago, and now we've got to deal with the Beaumont Beast every generation." He paced more. "Long story short, I go mad if it isn't for the ritual my father holds on occasion."

He glared at her with glowing red hues. "Its a choice I made. I can't have you caught on my conscious. But at this point, whatever happens happens. I tried to get you out." He grumbled, heading down the stairs with or without her.
 
Well shit.

Those two words pretty much summed up her thoughts and she knew he was right. She couldn't fix this and she doubted he knew the ritual and even if he did, would he tell her? Sighing, she tensed up at his glare, still not used to those glowing eyes. Even as he walked down the stairs, she remained where she was, mulling over his words. She didn't want to be caught on his conscious, even if she was just trying to help him. That wasn't fair to him and with a soft huff, the redhead moved to follow him.

"How'd you even know I was there? Or were you coming to report in?" Alysa picked up her pace to catch up to Sebastion, nearly missing a step in the process. Cursing, she dropped the knife and as she bent to catch it, wound up with the blade cutting into her palm.

"...fucking shit."
 
He grit his teeth, hearing her cursing. He pulled his shirt off as he continued down the stairs. Same with his face, bruises mottled down his torso in various states of healing. "Put that knife away or you're going to slit your own throat." He said as he ripped the fabric to provide her a strip of it.

"Tie that around your hand." He muttered. "I don't report to Ragar. I report to my father directly. I had a hunch he brought you home when I found myself in my bed." He answered her questions. "The hunch was confirmed when I caught your scent in the hallway. Or did you forget I'm also a werewolf."

He got to the bottom and waited for her to catch up.
 
Too busy mentally cussing herself out for being so clumsy, it took Alysa a few minutes to realize Sebastion not only took off his shirt, but his bruising extended beyond his face. She nearly clenched her fist in anger, but then remembered the cut and knife. It was so unjust that he was hurt all the time.

Damn it! Why can't I save him from this... fucking curse! It's not fair... he deserves to be free too...

Snapping back to the reality, she took the strip and after finagling the knife to keep from fulfilling his prediction, managed to wrap it around her cut, tucking in the extra piece of fabric into itself. "I'm sorry, it's not like I've got a place to store it," Alysa whispered at Sebastion, still attempting to keep her voice low.

His explanation of how he came across her made sense and she grumbled at her spaghetti brain. Duh, of course he picked up on her scent. Why was she so dense sometimes? Sighing, she finished making her way down to where Sebastion was standing and decided to hand the knife back to him. Her luck she would end up cutting her throat.

"I didn't forget.. I just temporarily misplaced that knowledge. You know I hate leaving you here, right? It's unfair to you... and… if I could remove the curse, I would. Not because I'm so desperately in love with you, but because I consider you to be a friend. You deserve freedom from that cage and somehow, I'm going to succeed in freeing you."
 
He paused and looked at her, his expression unreadable yet again. He folded the knife and pocketed it with a sigh. "It is what it is." He stated. "Friend or not, you'd do me no good if you stay caught." He said quietly. "I.. I don't know how to feel about us yet, Alysa. Its complicated because.. Of how things played out. Could we be friends if I lived a different life? Probably. But being associated with me has its hazards." He murmured.

He went to open the door. "Lets just succeed in freeing you first-" WHAM.

Sebastion's head snapped back, the white haired man seeing all the stars and spewing all the curses as his vision pulsated for a moment.

"Well, well. Took ya long enough to get down, ya think? Hell, I've been down 'ere waitin' while ya 'ad a nice chat." Ragar stated, the bloodied bat patting his knee for a moment before he took aim for Alysa's middle.
 
"I know..." He had a point and even if she didn't like it, she knew she'd be an unnecessary hassle for Sebastion for right now. Her association to Rowan had doomed them in the long run. What if she faked her death and changed her hair and wore contacts? No, she still had a particular scent. Could she change that? Musing on that, Alysa nodded at Sebastion, knowing she needed to out of this building.

"Right, right. Let's get me... SEBASTION!!" Alysa shouted out when Ragar was standing on the other side, bloody bat in his hand from nailing Sebastion in the head. Her gaze shifted from the white-haired male to Mr. OneEye.

"I was just leaving." Alysa snarled as she shifted backward in an attempt to get away from the bat. Oh! What if she caught it and ripped it out of his grasp. Set with a plan, she snapped both hands out to grab for the bat. Here's hoping she got it.
 
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She would grab it, but the plan of pulling it away was like a far off dream as he yanked her towards him instead. "Ye ain't goin' no where 'til the Boss says where to take ye." He said, grabbing at her hair.

Sebastion was struggling to stay conscious, blood spilling from his nose and busted lip. He stumbled, but eventually got enough balance to rush at Ragar and slam him against the wall.

"Run." He hissed at Alysa, struggling to keep Ragar against the wall.
 
Yelping when instead of ripping the bat out of Ragnar's hand, she was pulled toward him, Alysa immediately released the weapon like it was a hot potato. That didn't work as planned and she briefly glanced at Sebastion out of the corner of her eyes. In her other peripheral though, she saw Mr. Dickface grabbing for her hair. She should've worn it in French braids or something.

"Your boss can go jump in front of a train! I'm not letting you touch me," Alysa growled out her words, jerking her head away from his grasp even as Sebastion slammed Ragnar against the wall. She hated that he had gotten hurt again because of her and she did exactly what told to do.

"I'm sorry..." Hoping her heels held together, Alysa rushed for the door, hoping Sebastion could hold Ragnar long enough for her to go.
 
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