As grey eyes watched the fiery red head, they narrowed, pupils dilating. She wants food. The food he found. His food. How dare she? How dare she? Well, she won’t get any. No way. It was his. A pale lip curled up in an uncharacteristic snarl. Lolli’s eyes widened as she felt Patrick’s grasp on what little sanity he had slowly slip away. The pain had seemed to snap him out of it the first time though, so maybe that was the way out. But, before the sabre tooth could do anything, a pale hand clasped his own arm, nails biting into the already healing wound. It hadn’t been a big wound, it wouldn’t have left much of a scar, it wouldn’t have been life threatening. But the boys hand caused the congealing blood to be disturbed, flowing suddenly, birght bright red against near white skin. It was amazing, what the pain did to kick him in the backside, and wake him up.
I thought I was going to loose you again Pat-Pat.
The prehistoric big cat purred to him, but all she received was a guttural sound.
In surprise, she delved into his mind, seeing the true extent of why he was clutching his arm so tightly. What small part of Patrick was still fighting the second curse was aware that the large build up of emotions was…dangerous. His new power was making it difficult for him to properly be angry. Whenever he got very emotional, the electricity usually appeared out of nowhere, zapping the nearest person or wall. Once, when he’d been outside, the boy’s new manipulator powers had hit a tree, and the pair, along with many others, had watched this old oak go up in a poof of flames. One minute it was fine, the next every artist in the vicinity was getting a new supply of charcoal.
The boy hadn’t taken his eyes off the girl, and she, it would seem, hadn’t taken her eyes off of him, or (more importantly) Lollipop. Golden eyes turn from Patrick, to Aura. She lifts her nose delicately, sniffing.
You can’t attack her Patrick, she’s Aura. Everyone would be angry with you if you harmed her.
The boy snarled at her.
What do I care? She’s after our food! We can’t let that. We’ll starve.
The tigress prowled up a bit behind him, tilting her head.
What would Zoey say if she saw you like this. What about Angel? And Frodo and Adia. They’d all be terrified. You’re not thinking straight.
That part was a lie in itself. He was thinking straight, perfectly. Crystal clarity of a predator, with too much competition and a growling stomach. Eliminate one competitor, and there’s a bit more food for you. Especially if no one noticed. However, while this was perfect thinking, it wasn’t Patrick thinking. It was some, prehistoric…beast that this fourth curse had unleashed. Of course it wasn’t Patrick; this was, scarily, more like Lollipop’s thought process.
The boy crouched low, the movement so fluid a waterfall would look rough and ungainly. The Tigress stood tall, watching the creature before her, before looking once more at the redhead. Why had this suddenly happened? This curse was stripping her beautiful Patrick from her. It was turning him, to be blunt, feral. No, not wild. No matter how ahrd he tried, Paddy could never pull of “wild”. Unkempt, yes. Unruly, yes. Feral, yes. But wild? No, never.
The children would be terrified.
He didn’t take his eyes off of the flame haired Fairy, but electricity crackled over his skin and his voice dripped with malice.
I’m doing this for them.
The Tigress roared, causing the boy to jump slightly and spin round, glaring and the Sabre Tooth. Golden eyes are so narrow, it looks like her eyes are closed.
Don’t hide behind that pretence Patrick.
He blinked, before spinning around and facing the phoenix haired girl. Oh dear, the boy was in a hell of a lot of trouble. Lolli only called him Patrick when introducing him, or when he was in trouble. And my guess is that, now, he’s in so much trouble he’ll drown in it.
Don’t hide under the pretence that is for the greater good of you children. This is because of the curse. Patrick knows this. The primitive, animal inside you doesn’t. That little excuse is my Pat-Pat trying to rationalise.
It was a wild guess, but it worked. Patrick’s pupils contracted slightly, and he sighed, before reaching into his pocket, pulling out a small slab of salted meat, and throwing it to the fairy. If his guess was as good as any, she’d grab it and run. But he’d sit and wait and see.
Thank you Lollipop.
His mental voice brushed quietly and unobtrusively into her own. She smiled internally, lying down and watching Aura with intent golden orbs.