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[chasinghumanity]

He barreled down the halls, blind with rage, stolen blood beating fast through his veins. He'd feasted today, and it was a good thing too. He would need all that power when he ripped the still-beating heart from Kemp's chest

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[provenhumanity]

At this point, George had nearly forgotten what peace and quiet was like. Before Annie had shown up, there were only a few people on the island who knew him. Outside of his scheduled shifts in the compound kitchen and at the Winchester, it was relatively easy to find a quiet corner or steal a moment alone where it was likely that he wouldn't be disturbed. But with Annie on the island now, it was sometimes a bit of a struggle to get a moment to himself.

Not that he wasn't fond of Annie and hadn't missed her, he was, and he had, but he'd set out looking for a quiet spot for the day, a small stack of books under one arm.

He'd expected a number of things when he set out, but seeing his best friend who he hadn't seen in over six months standing in front of him certainly wasn't one of them.

"...Mitchell?" He asked, tone hopeful yet cautious. George knew that people often discovered that they had dopplegangers on the island-- and thank God he hadn't found anyone walking round with his face-- so, he had to be sure

[chasinghumanity]

"George," he sobbed, nearly choking on his words. He didn't notice the change in their surroundings, or in George's clothes, or that he was carrying books now. He couldn't see it or he couldn't be arsed to care. They needed to get away, his mind told him. Now, now. They needed to run and then to mourn.

"They took her, George." He clung tightly to his friend's arm as a surge of anger passed through him, forcing a pained curse from his throat in a shout before he could ease his grip. "We need to go. We need to go now."

[provenhumanity]

George's books dropped from his hand when Mitchell grasped his arm, and for a second, he felt that same sense of urgency that came across so clearly in his friend's voice.

"No-- no, it's alright," he said, in an attempt to reassure him. George wasn't sure who Mitchell meant by 'her' or what exactly had happened, but he was fairly certain that they weren't in any danger just then.

Well, no more danger than someone was usually in on the island anyway.

"Look-- this is going to sound a bit mental, but we're not in Bristol anymore."

[chasinghumanity]

"What?" It was then that Mitchell jerked his head up, curls damp from sweat and blood and sticking to his face, and took a look around, head jerking this way and that.

He never let go of George's arm.

"Wha-- What the fuck is this?"