Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170424155034/@comment-26854056-20170601235552

Clyde gasped, his mouth hanging ajar.

"Timeout several times?! That's really, really, really bad! How'dcha manage to get into that much trouble anyways?!"

Once leaving Ophelia to do her tasks, she lead Leon into the attic, the boxes muffling any sounds that managed to escape the tiny loft. She kept her expression unreadable, sorting through the boxes like a machine. The silence of the insulated loft was stifling, a murderous tension building between the two without any warning.

Leon sighed, he glanced at Elizabeth who was looking dejectedly on the floor, a grim, contemplative look on her face as he reached out towards her shoulder in an attempt of reassurance. '..'Lizza..." No answer. Leon sighed, trying to tug her back into her senses. "'Lizza? Lizz- Please. ...I'm worried. We all are. I understand what you may be going through, but you can't run away from this. The children need to know what happened to their father and you just need to accept that... Collie's not going to come back. If there is anything I could do-"  "Get rid of him." Leon flinched slightly at her harsh tone, looking at the tiny, furious woman with bewildered eyes. "Wha-" "I mean it Leo. Get. Rid. Of. Him.'''" Elizabeth's words slowly turned into seething hissing, leaving a terrified Leon to press himself up against the wall as he tried to calm her down. "Lizzabeth. Please- Calm down. I'm sure that we can talk this out-" "Do you love him?!- After all that he's taken from our family?!" Without being given another chance to speak, Elizabeth flew into a rage, almost toppling over a porcelain vase in the process as she grabbed Leon's arm, violently pulling him as her voice started to devolve into hellish screeching.

"He killed Tina and Liam, Leon. Tina was a basement dweller that we knew since diapers and Liam was your own fucking brother! Then after he kills Collie you still remained married to him with no thoughts of divorce?! I played around just to please you, but I'm sick and tired of this. Two men being together isn't even natural! T-This- You can't be serious about this. You can't be serious about being in love with a- A murderer!"

She gripped tightly onto a beautiful pink vase so hard that cracks started to break through the brittle piece of ceramic. In worry that Elizabeth would hurt herself, Leon tentatively grabbed her wrist, causing her to let out a blood-curdling scream and throw the fragile piece onto the floor, the sharp shards scattering around Leon's feet. The woman started to delve into hysterics, abusing her power of compulsion so much so that Leon had to grip onto his scalp to try and silence the high frequencies that came with compulsion.

"'Lizza- Elizabeth! Calm down- You're going to get yourself hurt- We need to... We need to think of this rationally! Lizz plea-"

No matter how much a fearful Leon pleaded, nothing could change Elizabeth's mind. Finally seeing that her compulsion had no effect whatsoever with her cousin, she violently shoved him onto the floor, the shattered pieces of ceramic wedding painfully into his skin, a steady flow of blood pouring out of the gashes on his hands as he cried out in pain.

Elizabeth however only stood there, her anger only amplifying by the minute as she rummaged through the boxes in order to get more of her ceramic arsenal.

He had to get out.

As fast as he could, he raced back downstairs, the back of his shirt decorated with bloodstains and shards of glass. There wasn't a single doubt that they'd find him at the hospital, and besides, people would start to ask questions.

Doing the only thing he could think to do, he ran outside of the house, his cut hands screaming in protest as he dug his hands around his pocket, dialling out Harvard's number while trying to stifle pained whimpers and heavy breathing, the pain relief of adrenaline slowly wearing off.

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After Leon sprinted out of the cottage, Elizabeth took a deep breath and sighed, putting her husband ceramic figurines back into their respective boxes. She glared at herself in the mirroir before clearing her throat, walking back downstairs with a fake startled, yet agonizingly sweet smile.

"Ophelia, darling, there's been an accident upstairs. Leon just accidentally cut his hands on a piece of sharp wire that Collie had left lying around.... I'm awfully sorry if I startled you with my screaming... I'm horribly squeamish if I do say so myself."