Even the Boogie man is lonely...(pafp,female needed)

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    It sniffed,still unable to pick up her scent,but stepped closer,when it felt her hand. It jerked,claws coming up to shield itself,shaking. This creature practically ran on instinct,but it acted like a child. It didn't understand. It backed away,its metal wings folding as it pressed against the wall,shielding itself still

    Natalie felt something cold run down her cheek. Am I....crying? She hadn't remembered the last time she'd cried. At least 3 years ago. She kept stepping closer until she was close enough to touch his wing. It was cold to the touch. "Natalie...," she whispered again.

    It moaned,not dropping its claws,keeping its head toward the floor.it shook,keeping its claws away as it released another breath"miss...nat.a.lie..."it managed,not liking

    Natalie pulled her hand away. "Chris," she managed, her voice shaking uncontrollably. "I-It's okay. I w-wont hurt you..."

    "no...hurt...nat.a.lie...no hurt..."it mumbled,its claws finally dropping,carving into the wood"no...hurt..."

    Natalie shook her head. "No hurt," she whispered. "Natalie." She reached out her hand again. How am I supposed to calm the Bogeyman?

    This time I found her hand,resting its head in her palm.it released a breath,before hacking.it curled up,coughing up bblack blood,as the metal clicked,sinking back into its backside

    Natalie sunk to her knees, watching him with relief. He's changing back. A small bit of the black blood splattered onto her knee, and she resisted the urge to bleach it later on.

    It looked painful,the revert. Glass fell from his maw,clicking as it hit the floor. It didn't tak long for him to be...well.him again. He coughed,leaning again the wall,breathing heavy

    he looked to her.he looked hurt. He was angry,depressed, and hurt. He looked away,standing"come on. Lets get you two home..."

    Natalie nodded. There was no way she was pissing Chris off again. With a shaky breath, she ran back to the hole, climbing up the caved-in debris. She had to make sure Amber was alright.
    She was curled in a ball at the end of the hallway, murmuring to herself. Natalie immediately picked her up, comforting her, telling her it was alright.

    He refused to look at either of them. He didn't even try to open the door. He simply kicked it off its hinges,dragging his bloody jacket.he had bullet wounds trickling blood from every limb,but that didn't slow him down. He honestly was having a fit. He toppled a tree with one arm,clearing a path through the brush and limbs. He grumbled,standing on the log,looking about. Seeing him in this...he was muscular,even if he was thin,his body wasn't feeble. He rolled his shoulder,glaring toward the tree line

    Natalie didn't try to talk to him. He might get mad, or worse, hurt her. Amber's face was buried in her shoulder, and Nat suspected she might be sleeping. Her breathing was even. Sometimes, Natalie would stare at the ground in front of her, or at Chris's back. He was pretty muscular, she observed, but she definitely wasn't going to point that out now.

    He led them him without a word,having gone invisible to other humans.he stopped at the door,leaning against the doorframe,rubbing his eyes gingerly.he had a migraine to kill a horse.he wouldn't look at Natalie. He couldn't...he couldn't look at her. He had failed. He was very upset with himself. He let them get hurt. He broke his promise...he...damn it.

    Natalie walked past him, glancing at him from the corner of her eye. But he didn't look at her. She sighed and walked quietly up the steps. As she lay Amber down in her bed, the little girl asked, "Who's the boy?"
    She sighed. "The bogeyman," she whispered, kissing Amber's forehead. The girl didn't seem to understand, but Natalie left her sister's room with waiting for a reply. She curled into a ball on her bed, facing away from the doorway. Every time her eyes closed, visions would flash by. Horrid images.

    He had followed them inside.he didn't say anything.he just stared at her. He looked her over,running his hand over his jaw.he sighed,turning to leave.she didn't want to se him...

    Natalie was crying. It was soft at first; even Chris couldn't hear it. But as soon as he stood up, her whimpers turned into sobs. She hadn't cried in over 3 years. She didn't know why she was crying now. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, soaking into the bed sheets.

    He froze,looking at her." ..."he wanted to speak,but couldn't.he pressed his knuckle to his lips.what could he say...he simply reached out,grazing her back with his fingertips"a...n-natalie..."

    Without warning, she whipped around, grabbing onto his head and keeping it close to her chest. The bed sheets below her face were damp with tears.