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| Breaking Point; Hector and Anya; In which things go a little wrong. | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 13 2012, 11:51 AM (237 Views) | |
| HosekiDragon | Feb 13 2012, 11:51 AM Post #1 |
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This is calm and it's doctor.
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(takes place after Warehouse and Yo Mamma threads) He was sore, bleeding, tired, and sick of it all. Everything had gone completely wrong, this wasn't what he had wanted. The nightmares dragging him from his sleep every night, the ghost of the pain after getting caught in the explosion, the lingering terror when he'd thought he was going to die, the memory the way the blood had splattered over him when he'd-- Hector slumped down against the wall behind the dorms and buried his face in his hands. It was too much. Aidric had never told him...he'd never even thought that...and yet here it was, plain as day. It was painfully and incredibly clear that Messiah Complex was not what he had thought it would be. He did not expect the kill...the...the killing. The teenager pressed the back of his head against the wall as if this would drive the memories out. All it did was make his headache even worse. So now his head hurt, his leg was bleeding, and his shoulder was sore and throbbing. He dug into the pocket of his pants and pulled out his medicine bottle, fighting the cap off and dumping six pills into his hand. He swallowed them quickly, one after another, and then dumped out more. Seven pills went down. Hector sniffed and closed his eyes, waiting for the medicine to kick in. If the painkillers could block out the ache in his body, then maybe they could block out the memories that caused him just as much pain. Edited by HosekiDragon, Feb 13 2012, 12:14 PM.
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| Garaku | Feb 13 2012, 08:38 PM Post #2 |
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MADAO
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Her left arm hung in a cast, Anya was sore, tired, and sick of it all. There were too many questions in her head, all screaming for answers that just weren't there. For the past few nights she had been having nightmares, images of the bloody field of the warehouse mingling among static-hazed memories of a time similar when the blood of those she cared for soaked red the ground beneath her feet. It was something to be expected from working as an Elite, she knew that. But somewhere deep down, she had hoped that she had somehow escaped it all once she had joined their ranks. Still too weak. You were useless then, and you are useless now. Nothing has changed, nothing will change. The redhead shook the thoughts from her head. She didn't need this, not now. At the next corner, she then saw that familiar face, that face that haunted her nightmares as it sunk away from her in a pool of blood. She hesitated to approach him, something within her stomach telling her that it was a bad idea to even go near the boy. But nothing would be resolved then, would it? Mustering every bit of courage within her, she stepped forward, throat clenching as she forced out the one name that she had been avoiding since the incident at the warehouse. "Hector." |
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| HosekiDragon | Feb 14 2012, 09:58 AM Post #3 |
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This is calm and it's doctor.
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Footsteps, a pause, and then a voice Hector dreaded to hear saying his name. He forced his heavy eyes open and saw Anya standing there looking as if she was fighting with herself. It was a situation he had hoped she would never find him in. He had never taken his pills around her, he had never even mentioned them. The ugly affair that had gone down when his parents found out was not a memory he liked to drudge through. So he reasonably assumed that the wonderful and polite Anya would be horrified, furious, what else he didn't even dare to think if she ever found out. He hadn't wanted her to know. He had had this horrible image in his head of Anya finding him popping a round and instead of that understanding politeness he was so used to, there would be fury as red as her hair. And then she would never speak to him again. He couldn't bear the thought of that. And now, here she was, standing right in front of him while he held the half empty bottle in one hand a four other pills in the other. His hands were shaking as he stared at her. "Anya..." He said and his voice sounded far away. |
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| Garaku | Feb 14 2012, 11:28 AM Post #4 |
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MADAO
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Something wasn't right. His focus seemed shaken, his voice distant. And then the blood... Dear gods he was bleeding! Anya cursed herself. An idiot. A complete and useless idiot! She had been so caught up in her own selfish concerns that she had failed to notice that the person she so importantly cherished was hurting right in front of her. She rushed over to his side, pressing her good hand against his chest so that he wouldn't go tumbling to the ground if his balance gave way. "Hector," she said, her voice unusually panicked. "Are you alright?" Of course he wasn't alright. Green eyes darted around fruitlessly in hopes of finding someone, anyone that could help. But there was no one, everyone somewhere else with business of their own. The nurse's office was empty as well, Ricardo and Aryil being gone when she had tried visiting earlier. "No other choice..." the redhead whispered, slipping her arm under Hector's shoulder before leading them into the dorms. Standing out here would do no good. |
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| HosekiDragon | Feb 14 2012, 12:45 PM Post #5 |
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This is calm and it's doctor.
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She was asking if he was all right? Hector squinted at Anya, brow furrowing slightly. He was acutely of her hand on his chest; it was like a white-hot spot through his shirt burning onto his skin. His gaze dropped to the pills in his hand. He was caught between taking them and letting them drop as if they hadn't been his in the first place. It was probably too late. The ground suddenly left and he swayed on his feet, supported by Anya's arm around his shoulders. It felt as though the ground was moving underneath him rather than him moving across the surface of the earth. He felt heavy and tired and if he'd been more aware, he probably would have noticed that his entire, rail thing frame was shaking. The bottle and the medicine fell from his hands as he sagged against Anya. Thirteen pills could do a person in. But at least he wasn't hurting anymore. Edited by HosekiDragon, Feb 14 2012, 12:45 PM.
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| Garaku | Feb 15 2012, 12:15 AM Post #6 |
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"Hector?!" Anya's voice rang out, unsure of what to do. "Hector please, stay with me!" She was pleading now. "...you are heavy." She felt the bulk of the boy's weight fall onto her shoulder, listened to her heart beat rapidly in a panicked rhythm with the clattering of pills and bottle against the floor. What was she supposed to do? What could she do? The slow beat of Hector's heart pressed against her was worrying, but it at least meant that he was still alive. Her best bet would be to call someone, wouldn't it? But her phone was still on loan to Laura, which meant that the only accessible phone nearby was... With more than a bit of effort, the redhead managed to drag the boy to her room, dropping his limp body onto her bed before making a beeline straight for the phone by the wall. After a quick relay of information, an ambulance was called to arrive in about 15 minutes. All she could do for now was wait by his side, squeezing his hand in hopes that it would stay warm. |
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| HosekiDragon | Feb 15 2012, 09:39 AM Post #7 |
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Hector was having one hell of time focusing on anything. He was keenly aware of Anya's touch and her voice pleading with him to stay with her. He wanted to tell her that he wasn't going to go anywhere, that he wasn't going to leave her, that he would never do that to her. But the words wouldn't come, they got stuck in his throat and all that came out was a weak moan. Then she was gone and there was softness beneath him. He could still hear her voice talking, panicked, quick, and he forced his eyes open. A dorm room, he recognized the layout, but not his. Somewhere in the back of his mind that still clung to reality realized that this was Anya's room and that he was on her bed and that he should be embarrassed about that. Instead, he curled into a ball, shivering, his breathing ragged and slow, and closed his eyes. He felt adrift in his own head and going to sleep seemed like a very good idea at the moment. Fire crept into his palm, fingers of flame curling against the back of his hand. Anya. A grounding force. His grounding force. He curled against her hand clutched in his and tried not to think about all the things that had gone terribly, horribly, and inexplicably wrong. |
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