Chapter 13

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Charles was so tired, he can't keep doing this  as he sunk down onto the ground, his back against the tree trunk, his legs pulled to his chest, his head against his knees. He couldn't stand the pain, all this suffering as he cried here waiting for something to happened. Charles screamed and screamed into the woods and did not care if they heard him for he just wanted to hold Erik's hand. For him death will be easier than living a life without Erik for what is life when the person you love is no longer there. The glowing sunlight danced on his face, reflecting off his tears and the thought he saw something in the distance.
"Erik?... E... Erik, is that you? Erik sweetheart please..honey?" Muttered Charles, his arms outstretched searching the emptiness of the woods for his hand or his face but there was nothing there. No Erik. He dropped his arms and reality flooded in head, his eyes and mostly his heart.

Charles gave himself some strength as he pushed himself up, his head down and his eyes red from the tears.
"I will find a way, I promise" he thought as he moved forward and dispite the buckling of his legs he carried on in search for help for him and his Erik. Meanwhile, Erik awoke once more to laughter in the foreground as he struggled to open his eyes, every muscle in his body aching from the wounds healing and reappearing.
"about time, we were starting to get bored" said Shaw the cigarette in his hand that same smile still upon his face as he looked at Erik approaching him and once closed enough Shaw gripped Erik's chin pressing hard on the slashing from the knife. He enjoyed the wincing pain in Erik's eyes as he groaned in pure agony getting away from his grip but Shaw was stronger.
"not so fast, I'm not done with you yet. We still have more games to play" said Shaw not caring about the pain he caused as he jerked Erik's head letting go of his chin.
"please...please no more..." Cried Erik his head down not wanting to meet Shaw's eyes but Shaw had other plans.

He called Emma and Azazel over and whispered something in their ears. Erik was beginning to become scared, his heart racing and his breathing becoming heavy as Azazel approached him.
"you know I wasn't going to do this but Shaw had me on the idea and I said why not.." he said smiling at him as he was handed a cigarette by Emma and lit it with a lighter in his other hand. The end of the cigar was burning red, hot in flames as Erik squirmed in his position.
"now, now that's not nice" he said as he grabbed hold of Erik's neck- not squeezing- and hd him in place as he took his burning cigar and buried into his bare chest. Erik screamed from the burning pain, he tried to move away but Azazel was too stronger.he held it in place for some time before the pressure was released and Erik coughed hard, hard enough for blood to come out dripping down his chin. Emma and Shaw admired his work as he walked away dropping the burnt out cigar on the ground.
"well done, well done" congratulated Shaw as he took his place with Emma.

Erik cried, the pain won't die as he could no longer lower his head from the pain.
"please...please don't do this... I'm sorry... I.. I...please" cried Erik his arms and body twisting around but it was useless. The collar around his neck was tight, too tight for the matter as he tugged on the chin. Shaw rolled his eyes and nodded to Emma across him.
"will you make him shut up, thank you darling" said Shaw winking at her and she nodded without complaint. She took a peice of cloth from her pocket and approached Erik as gracefully as she could.
"you were so handsome but I'm not even sorry it has to be this way" she said before yanking his hair and banging his head on the beam knocking him out again. As quick as she came she took the cloth and tied the material over his mouth.
"have fun breathing" she added as she gave out a cold laugh before joining the others.
"what's next?" Asked Azazel. " Because  not done with him yet"
"don't worry, there is more to come" said Shaw as he took another look at Erik, poor sweet Erik before taking another cigar and lighting it once more.

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