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 Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 8:46 pm
He felt like utter hell.
The form of Scheelite had fled that alley. Fled the darkness and his poor little hurt Z. He couldn't think about it, he didn't want to think about it.
And yet he did. That horrible pain filled face of his best friend, one whom he liked no...something more...that face was haunting him. No matter how hard or fast he ran that face was there, tormenting him.
Scheelite had powered down somewhere along the way, and it was the injured form of plain old Demy that had burst into the dorm room. Z wasn't there... Of course he told himself. Z wasn't there, Z was back in that horrible alley.
He was fine. He HAD to be fine....
The blonde had scrambled into his bed, quickly curling up under his blankets with his iPod. Music. Music would drown out the images haunting him. Music would soothe him. Music always did..
But his music could not drown out the agony of his own injures. It couldn't make his black eye go away, nor the pain in his ribcage. The blood was still there, seeping it's way through his long sleeved shirt and the legs of his pants. As soon as he came out from under that blanket the jig would be up.
Yet he couldn't bring himself to move. He just wanted to lay there, curled in a ball with music blasting as loud as he could stand in his ears.
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 8:53 pm
God, the walk back seemed to take hours longer than normal, even numb to his surroundings. He'd felt like he'd reached an oasis when he'd looked up at last to see their door.
He tested the door first to see if it was locked, found it was not and staggered inside where the package he'd clutched to tight almost slipped from his fingers before he'd even finished locking the door.
He leaned his head on it for a long moment, savoring the cool of it even with the music pounding so LOUD in his ears, it was safe, Dem was -clearly- here. Thank god... thank -GOD-...
"Hey...Dem..." He said and was surprised at how rough his voice was.
"... I... got you something." He said, it was amazing how -nervous- he was, his 'barriers' his 'walls' all felt cracked from his 'encounter' ... damaged and ill suited to hide him from the world at large.
He squeezed the package and produced a few notes, ill suited for each other, a little tinny and strange. "See? ... " he paused staring at the turtle like -lump- that was his room mate, this was strange even for him.
"Dem?...You ok?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 9:06 pm
He could hear something...some vague voice drifting just on the outside of the music pounding in his ears. The damn music was loud enough to be heard across the room, coming from his headphones. God damn he needed to turn it down.
But turning it down would mean opening back up to the world and...he didn't know if he was ready for that.
But he heard it again, and idly his fingers fumbled to turn the music down. What...who was in the room? The lump shifted slightly, the blonde trying to figure out who was there without actually looking.
And then he heard the strange tones, and a worried voice that sounded like...
"...Z?"
He had been so RELIEVED to hear the voice of his friend that he hadn't really thought before throwing back the covers and sitting up. It only dawned on him when the cold air hit his sore and bruised face.
Oh <********>.
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 9:12 pm
It took a moment for him to register, the bruises, the -same- bruises around those same worried acid green eyes.
His back -slammed- into the door he'd just locked, wide eyed, heart pounding in his ears. Oh JESUSGOD it followed him home!!
The package fell from numb fingers scattering its glow stick content to roll towards Dem as the shirt made a forlorn tweedle-strum sound as it hit the floor.
He slid to the ground feet pushing against the linoleum like he could somehow shove himself through solid objects if he tried hard enough. <********...
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 9:17 pm
Oh s**t..oh s**t...oh ******** s**t!
"Z...Z man..."
Demy held out a hand (bloodied sleeve, if Z was with it enough to notice) towards his roomie. No, he wasn't going for him, it was more of a comforting motion. ...Or at least he pictured it as such.
"Man really..just...h-hear me out?"
Gaze slipped to the floor, noting the sudden glowstick rolling it's way towards him. Oh crap...oh crap that was from his outfit. Z had found it, hadn't he? Oh god what would he think?!
"D-don't look at me like that..I'm not going to hurt you..."
His voice was cracking, tears threatening to spill at any moment. Seeing his friend so scared was heart wrenching. And it was all because of HIM. He had done it..he had no one to blame but himself.
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 9:26 pm
Even at his most dignified, and most arrogant moment. Even Z couldn't have described himself as looking like -anything- but a scared rabbit at that point. ((or panda if you wanted to take his civi clothes into account.
He couldn't stop -shaking-, and oddly, even with his hand clutching the doorknob white knuckled, was part of what stopped him.
He didn't like being afraid of Dem, and the sound of tears in his voice, god they could for all the world be crocodile tears, but he made himself still, leaving only the uncontrolled trembles and the lingering feeling of cold.
His eyes darted to the blood running down Dem's arm and back to his bruised face, he lifted a hand to his own chest... utterly unmarred. Dem's blood?.. Dem was hurt?
He swallowed hard and nodded his agreement to hear him. He didn't trust himself to say or do more, not yet.
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 9:31 pm
If those were fake tears, then Demy was one damn good actor. It was almost hard picturing the hyperactive rambley kid as such a good actor...then again it was hard to picture him as a crazy killer too, but hey.
But...when had Demy ever cried before? He was usually too hyper or oblivious to care.
The tears that rolled down his face were real. Very real. The blonde crawled off the bed, taking a few shaky steps towards his roomie.
"Are...are you okay man? S-seriously just...p-please tell me you're o-okay.."
He was on his knees, yelping with the sudden impact to the floor. God he hurt. He hurt so much. But it didn't matter at all, because Z was scared. And Z was much, much more important.
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 9:39 pm
Funny how he couldn't seem to answer that question, -was- he ok?... at all?
So instead he said the rest of what was on his mind, the new matra that replaced 'home' to keep him from -screaming- like a loonie.
"...you're hurt." He said his voice rough, staring.
"...you're hurt," he repeated "... I'll, get the bandages." but he hadn't managed to move yet. Just sat there, wide eyed, shivering, and holding the door handle like a life line for a long moment.
His voice sounded just a bit dead at the edges, his hand was cold when he reached unthinking to brush feather light against Dem's cheek, sweeping away tears.
He was -so- lost, so confused.
"Explain." He said shortly. The shortest path to sanity, information.
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 9:45 pm
Z was okay. He...was okay. He wasn't saying it, but he was at least okay physically. Mentally...was another story. But it was a step in the right direction!
"I'm..fine."
A lie. A complete and utter lie. But then he was asked to explain and ******** he couldn't explain this! There was no way he could just start off a conversation with 'oh hey man, that whole uniformed terrorist thing? Yeah, totally one of those'. Not only would Z think he was crazy, but he'd be revealing his identity and..
Oh crap he was so -********-. Z would put two and two together eventually, he was smart man! ******** ******** -******** scuffle, down at the burger place..."
A beat down, was more like it. But that was taken care of, forgotten.
The wiped away tears were quickly replaced with new ones. He was so sore...so tired...so upset. Those acid green eyes that had given him away fluttered softly as he collapsed the rest of the way, coming to a rest on the floor right beside Z.
No, he wasn't a threat...not tonight at least.
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 9:55 pm
"just a skuffle...." he repeated numbly.
He let go of the door handle slowly as Dem sank to the floor, his hand hovered for a moment before it came to rest on his back.
"...liar..." he said, but there was no malice in it at all, and he 'petted' the young man's shoulder carefully, quietly.
"... up..." he said after a few moments. "Your bleeding on the floor"
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 10:00 pm
"No up...sleeeeep...."
The words were mumbled into the floor, the body giving just a few hints of movement. Why did he have to get up? It was nice here...on...the floor. Totally. And Z's hand was on his shoulder and he was just so tired.
"Do...I really have to get up?..."
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 10:08 pm
"Yes.." he answered, and tried to help the larger boy up.
"Your bed, I'll be right there."
No answers tonight, as much as he wanted them to fill the gaping hole of confusion. The certainly of what he was sure was the truth.
He somehow, managed to get Dem to the bed, got his shirt off to reveal the cuts and bruises and put on as much antiseptic and bandages as he could.
His head hurt, he was tired too but he had a task, a task was good, it needed planning and careful application, each cut, each bruise carefully examined, just to see if it looked like it concealed anything broken.
"I should get you a doctor..." He said and started to stand.
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 10:13 pm
Once off the floor Demy did his best to walk back to the bed, though as soon as he was near it he collapsed onto it. No..he wasn't moving anymore tonight. This was enough.
Throughout the examination the blonde offered little more than whimpers and whines (and one notably loud YELP at a particular prod to his ribs). Nothing appeared broken, but he was certainly going to be sore for a while.
He coughed a bit, quickly wiping the blood from his mouth.
"N-no..I'm okay..."
Oh god a doctor. No..he couldn't draw attention. He -couldn't-.
"D-don't go..."
Those eyes opened, pleading with the other boy not to leave. Please god don't go get a doctor, don't make this worse. He just wanted him to stay right there...where he could watch him, and be sure he was safe.
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 10:19 pm
There was distress written on Zac's face, his lips thin with apprehension but he did, against his better judgement, nod. He wanted to know, and he couldn't do that if he lost Dem's trust.
"Alright.... Alright, I'm not leaving."
He sat down again on the bed and pinched at the bridge of his nose before standing again and changing to his PJ's... turned off the lights. <********..." He said quietly.
... probably he'd get strangled in his sleep... or something. But he lay down next to him and pulled a spare blanket over them both...
"...idiot."
He added, as a goodnight.
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 10:34 pm
"Love you too..."
He laughed, a tiny weak little laugh. He was joking...or was he?
If he had felt better, had more strength, anything...he may have tormented Z and cuddled him until the smaller boy protested and smacked the crap out of him. As it was all he had energy to do was drape an arm across the other as a sign of protection, before finally giving in to the urge to SLEEP.
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