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 Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2013 11:26 pm
Malo.
The broken man had known Malo would arrive soon. He simply had. It was a lingering feeling within his gut, beside the hollow and unobscured emptiness, that Malo would pay a visit. He had been hoping he was wrong, his sanity so flimsy these days that sometimes he wondered if his feelings were simply madness. He was going mad. He was dying. He was emptying the contents of his brain and replacing them with that scared, frightened little boy he had once thought discarded.
Then Malo came.
His body had recoiled, coiling into itself as knees slipped into a thin stomach and hands removed towards his ears. Stop. Pause. Sully? It took just that name for Malo to have his attention, head flying upwards to glare daggers at the ghost, nails cutting right into his palms.
"Sully." He gasped, voice raw, broken, trembling, a result of abuse and his mental breaking. "Don't you dare touch Sully. I'll ******** kill you." He would have lunged if he had the strength, instead vehemently glaring at Malo, threatening him with narrow yellow eyes. Logic was not reasonable for him. It did not tell him that it was nearly impossible to find Sully. That the guards would have a hard time gathering the male. Instead, logic was buried as well as the Zale he had been before this incident.
"Don't you ******** touch him, Malo! I will rip your throat out! I will murder everything you love! I will slaughter your guardian!" Finally. Emotion. He was giving Malo emotion, raw and angry even if he was nothing close to the man he truly was.
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2013 11:32 pm
That was what Malo wanted. Life. Any sign of life or fight! That was the kick the grovyle needed. Now, he could start 'healing.' "No? You don't want that? Well then, I suppose you'd best listen to my plan of escape. Or I'll bring him here and he can see just how pathetic you are. And you don't want that. To lose HIS faith in you?" He clicked his tongue. "That would just be so sad!" He jerked the chain just once. "Get up. If you're half the man he wanted you to be, you'd get up. Prove that you're not a total washout. You can at least do something right." He persisted. "get up. Stop being such a wimp. You call yourself HIS son?" He'd need to eat, to fight back.
"GET UP."
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2013 1:03 pm
The teenager watched Malo, almost giving in. Almost allowing his back to shudder and slam his chest back into the floor. It was clear he was broken. It was clear his body was too hollow to care. It was clear the maggots and worms were replacing his organs and insides.....
'Stop.'
Sully. The one person he loved. The one person Zale needed right now. The only person he trusted. Sully. His hands dragged across the ground as his other arm pulled him across the floor, nails, broken and some missing, tapping against the hard cement. He would heal, you could not die in this world unless..... Unless...The Queen had the ability to completely kill. She had the ability to remove life... and if she used that on Sully...
'No.'
The teenager shuddered violently as his legs drew to his chest, feet arching and planting themselves on the ground, shoving. His head tossed back and mouth released a screech as his entire body protested violently, cracking and muscles screaming in agony as he trembled, hands gripping the bed and using that for support. He fell, collapsing to the ground in a heap. Never had he shown such weakness, not since he was a small, sniveling child. If he was sane he'd be humiliated. He didn't care right now. Sully. He needed to get up. He needed to get to Sully. He needed Sully.
His body slammed into the wall, finally upright but unable to stand without support. Walking was out of the question. Yellow eyes dimmed as hot pants escaped his mouth, chest heaving and shivering as he leaned on the wall. He was standing. He couldn't walk far. He needed out.
He needed to get out. He needed to get out. He needed to get ou-
"Malo." Yellow eyes flicked to look at Malo, helpless. He looked just like the child he used to be, helpless and afraid. He needed help. He knew it. He didn't want to admit it, for help was weakness. He was too broken, physically and mentally. He couldn't get out of this cell by himself. He needed someone.
His body jerked forward, hand reaching out towards Malo before he was sent crashing to the floor. Yellow eyes practically glowed under the long hair that covered most of his face, his features hidden except bright eyes. With difficulty, more than before, he managed to stand again, pressing into the wall and sucking in a breath of air.
"Sully." He gasped, the only break through to his mentality. The only sane thing he could hang onto. Sully. His safety. His family. His father.
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2013 2:53 pm
There was no word from Malo as he watched Zale throwing himself around in weak rebellion. Finally, the ghost thought, he'd broken through.
He let Zale fall and falter a bit, try to get him to fight for it. When those eyes locked his, he felt an almost motherly draw, but he let him fall just once more.
"Welcome back, Zale." His cloak rustled gently as he stooped over, letting Zale put his arm around the ghost's neck. "Welcome back. Its good to see you." He helped him hobble over to the small cot, lowering down until they sat on it. For a time, he just rubbed his back.
"You need to eat." He said, noticing how boney that back was under his hand. He reached under his hat and drew out a small, metal tin. Opening it, he revealed an assortment of tiny cookies. He held them out, as he had done the first night he discovered Zale here. "I'll try to get you some meat." He said. "Are you ready to listen?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2013 8:02 pm
Yellow eyes fluttered as they closed when the other supported him, opening only barely when he was helped to the bed and food was mentioned. At first he refused the offer, head jerked to the side, eyes flashing violently and almost pulsing with violent hot anger. This man was shattered, broken, and mutilated on the inside, untrusting of even Malo. Malo. He didn't want Malo here. He didn't need Malo! His hand rose in a sweeping fashion, about to slam the tin out of the others hand when instead it froze in mid-air, his eyes wild and fierce, a strength behind them previously lost. At least he was strong enough to fight.
His hand wavered, violence shimmering and snarling within his brain, invading any reason this careful male tried to produce. He was a logical creature broken down into a mass of emotions, something he was not prepared or meant for. He wanted to crush Malo. He wanted to run from Malo. He wanted to rely on Malo. ********. What did he want? What did he need? What was his mind screaming and what was logic whispering?
His hand, still raised, trembled. The weight of his arm was too much for the male who had received nothing but abuse for the past weeks. Slowly, it lowered. Slowly, his rage diminished and became weak once more, hidden behind blank yellow eyes and an obedient flicker of light. He took a few cookies, eating with a wince as his dry throat forced them down. Food. His body had closed down from the lack of food and now that it could taste it he wanted more. No. Stop. He had enough will power to control his mouth at least.
With the addition of food in his stomach he seemed to calm. His voice cracked as he responded, yet it held a firm desire to control himself. A desire to regain the Zale he had been so proud of.
"Yes."
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