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 Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 9:32 pm
"They hurt -YOU- really bad too Dem..." He scowled moving closer, close enough he had to tip his chin up to look into those acid green confused eyes.
"Do you -honestly- think I make plans for the people who piss on our parade to -reward- them? I'm trying to turn them on -each other- to keep them from hurting US... its about -time- someone hurt them back. I hate them for hurting you and I'm -glad- that their worse..." He said with the word glad so deeply dipped in venom it almost dripped with a sort of toxic approval before he glanced away.
He wasn't supposed to admit to those things, his mother didn't like it, hated more when she found his old journal about what he wanted to do to his father. All the accusations, the hurtful words.
"It's -their- world and their rules... they just never expect anyone to fight -back-"
He said staring at the floor like he could bore holes into it with his eyes.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 9:46 pm
Any other time and he would have been questioning it. Fighting it. Smacking some sense into his roomie that violence was not the answer.
But his mind was so torn. Killingworth had ripped it wide open. That voice in the back of his head had been picking at it, keeping the wound nice and fresh and incapable of healing. And Z? Well Z had just driven the final knife in.
"S-so...it's...okay?"
The tone was innocent, like a child just learning the ways of the world.
"Ki--hurting people is o-okay?"
It was a little slip, caught quickly before he could say killing. Z didn't need to know that. Not...not yet, said the voice inside.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 9:51 pm
A glance back up at Dem, a long moment of -weighing- what he was about to say.
"Some, yes... so long as we don't -become- them, Taking out the 'free range rude'...society's degenerate -scum- whom everyone over looks. His lip curled with rage. "Bullies, meat-heads... -scum-" He said, the last word was -clearly- focused on someone in particular, unnamed, but likely, very likely his seldom talked about in any depth father.
"Their hurting US dem... It's about time we hurt them back with interest"
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 10:03 pm
"S-so....as l-long as -they're- hurting someone..it's...o-okay for -us- to hurt them? That's...good?"
The inner voice was eagerly agreeing, whispering words of encouragement. Hurt those who were hurting others. It was justice. It was what Charonite wanted. It was what Z wanted.
Him and Z had a mission, and he also had a mission with the Negaverse. It was this little ragtag group against the world, or so the voice urged him to believe.
Do this and you'll never hurt again...
"I...understand man. Gotcha."
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 10:09 pm
He was so relieved, no only did Demy -get- it, he wasn't MAD, he wasn't telling him that he should do stupid things like turn the other cheek so he could be HIT again.
His shoulders sagged with relief.
"Now you know why I pick my targets...." He said even smiling a little. "Examples, you have to be careful so no one can tie it back to you... but it -works-...or it will work. Those... people would be -stupid- to try anything on you again, I bet they don't either."
"So Yes, yes if their hurting someone, its just... cleaning up a little. Giving them a new... perspective on where they've gone wrong, if they don't get it they have to keep learning, and if their -friends- are smart they learn the lesson by observation." He said with a deep satisfied look.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 10:22 pm
He wanted to say something, about how those people -couldn't- try anything again. Because they were DEAD.
But the voice urged him quiet, and he was too weak willed to fight the voice. At the moment, at least.
Demy flopped onto his back on the bed, mind whirling with these new thoughts. This was what Z did . This was how Z operated. This...was how he was going to operate from now on. Z...he had to make Z happy, and going along with Z's way of thinking....that'd make him happy, right?
"O-okay Z..."
The voice was tired, weary from the earlier screams and coughs. Demy just...wasn't up to being his usual talkative self.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 10:24 pm
Z sat down beside him and looked at him with that softer expression that almost never left the room.
"you ok?" he asked, a touch of worry in his voice. Was he being judged but quietly? He couldn't tell...was it just the tired?
"Want me to get you some more ice?... No bucket this time I swear... tacos?... tater tots?....tacos AND tater tots?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 10:29 pm
No judging here, just good old tired Demy.
"I...can have tater tots?"
There was the innocent voice again, and hell even a smile this time. Tater tots always managed to cheer him up.
"You....you promise you're not gonna sleep on the floor, right?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 10:31 pm
"Yep... you can have tater tots..." He nodded with a relieved smile of his own. Normal, just like normal.
"And I promise I won't sleep on the floor, not -intentionally- anyhow, If we have to share a bed we're shoving it up against the wall so -you- don't -ROLL- out.
He said half teasing.
Honestly dreams of guitar hero did -not- need that much actual movement.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 10:36 pm
But! Dreams of Guitar Hero simply were not -epic- dreams unless there was a ton of movement involved! Ending up on the floor meant the dream was -really good-. Even if it was rather disorientating to wake up tangled in your blankets hanging off the bed.
"Awwww but rolling out can be FUN Z...you should try it sometime!"
Of course, if Z -did- try it..it'd probably be unwilling. And probably be the result of Demy latching to him in his sleep and -then- rolling out.
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 10:39 pm
"You don't need to be doing -any- more damage to that -rib-" He said poking Dem in the arm. "And I -really- don't think it can be that fun, not with the word 'ow' involved thanks -very- much!" He added... and was silent for a long moment.
"Hey Dem?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 10:49 pm
"My rib...will be just fine. Don't think that just because I let you look at it I'll stop saying it's fine. Cause I won't. Cause it's fine."
He batted playfully at the hand that poked him, and as the other fell silent he did as well. It was only when Z spoke that the blonde dare speak up again.
"..Yeah?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 10:50 pm
"... thanks" he said, with no clue as to what or why.
But did it matter? Because he then leaned in and pecked him on the cheek.
"I'll go get the tots, you want a soda?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 10:53 pm
"Thanks...?"
And then Z kissed him on the cheek and the blonde could do nothing but smile. That stupidly-happy kind of smile.
"I'd...love a soda man."
...Yep. Goofy smile was totally still there.
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