Prompt Table #2: 100 words

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001.	Abducted	002.	Stranger	003.	Confusion	004.	Numb	005.	Speakers
006.	Objective	007.	Listen	008.	Choice	009.	Defiant	010.	Mistake
011.	Punishment	012.	Conditions	013.	Pills	014.	Try Again	015.	Calm
016.	Secret	017.	Search	018.	Found	019.	Innocence	020.	Letters
021.	Fire	022.	Life	023.	Fingertips	024.	Dim	025.	Bite
026.	Choke	027.	Mirror	028.	Bitter	029.	Impulse	030.	Test
031.	Nightmare	032.	Shadows	033.	Protection	034.	Glass	035.	Hidden
036.	Lies	037.	Falter	038.	Freak out	039.	Whisper	040.	Heartbeat
041.	Plead	042.	Threat	043.	Crash	044.	Torture	045.	Broken
046.	Chains	047.	Panic	048.	I'm here	049.	Cry	050.	Fireplace
051.	Desire	052.	Reward	053.	Locked	054.	Escape	055.	Run
056.	Lost	057.	Storm	058.	Pain	059.	Soon	060.	Weakness
061.	Hands	062.	Rest	063.	Blood	064.	Agony	065.	Abandoned
066.	Drive	067.	Missing	068.	Alone	069.	Coffee	070.	Heavy
071.	Accent	072.	Insanity	073.	Goney	074.	Addicted	075.	Erratic
076.	Park Bench	077.	Haze	078.	Fade away	079.	Tongue-tied	080.	Water
081.	Shame	082.	Strength	083.	Untouchable	084.	Immortal	085.	Destiny
086.	Celebration	087.	Free	088.	Echo	089.	Reality	090.	Coma
091.	Cuddle	092.	Stay	093.	Rope	094.	Electrify	095.	Neglect
096.	Isolation	097.	Sacrifice	098.	Funeral	099.	Resurrection	100.	Touch

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Ian Spencer

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17 · Hunter · Small-time thief · (the younger) twin

070. Heavy

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He doesn't know how long he's been gone, or even where he is, just that when he comes to that there's a sudden feeling of a lot of time missing between what he last remembered clearly to whatever lead him to this moment. It's a slow progression, but eventually the pieces filter back in like a blinding force behind his eyes that he can't escape. Things he'd said. Things he'd done. People he'd hurt. He made his mother cry. He made his sister beg. There was blood stained so deep on his hands it would never come out now. Except none of it had been him. Not really. He was little more than a vessel for the thing that had done those things. His body only a means to an end, his hands the tools necessary to create the chaos. It could have been anyone-- it just happened to be him. The circumstances don't change anything, though. He's still the one wrecked with a guilt so terrible, he thought he might be crushed under the weight of it. He's not sure he'll ever be able to get past this. How could anyone ever be okay again after having every ounce of your own agency stolen from you, becoming a puppet in your own skin.