_{this was the very thing he was attempting to avoid; enemies on all sides and nowhere to turn. well, he could have just gone home, but that would have been worse than simply placing his back against the wall. in his mind, he fought, and thought better when his options were limited. the same options that lead him into this  little ‘situation’ with real blood on his hands. not to say that he hadn’t had blood on his hands before, but this was different. this was something he tried to avoid, but his habits never did fade away. the wrong word, the wrong look, and then everything turned right back to how it should be. or so he kept telling himself over in over again in his head.}  

_{❛ this isn’t – ❜ a lie, he wanted to finish with what it looked like, but it was exactly what it looked like. a simple chat, that was all this should have been, but they asked  too many questions. asked  the wrong (or even right ) ones and now they were dead – just his luck.  ❛ — crap. ❜  the only thought on his mind was to run – get out of there, but something held him in place. maybe his own sense  of  morality or maybe it was a slight twinge of regret. whatever it was… he didn’t like the feeling of it.}

_{// @myricds   – nat}