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Post by Darien Brennan on May 29, 2014 16:20:40 GMT -9
my heart is cold, you can't leave The boy didn't move when he was chained up, all he'd been doing was resting there. Almost as if he was fast asleep. Though it'd probably not end up meaning very much. Seriously just what was he getting into? What was he supposed to do? For now he'd rather just keep from over thinking things. Darien's heart was barely beating, there was little air running to his lungs right now. With how he felt anyway. So with a small sigh he tried to move, trying to lift his body up off of the ground, the chains made it a bit harder, he was getting tangled up in them. His body was just that weak. The sounds reaching his ears were loud and it hurt. Why were things so loud. He didn't ask for this. He had honestly not asked for any of it so what was he he going to do. Either way it didn't seem t be working so well. "G-garrett..." He groaned out in pain, wondering what he was going to do. How far would he go about this? It might not matter but his body was not handling this well. That burning in his neck, he could only whisper his words.
He coughed, and thought he was going to throw up or just cough up one of his organs. Go figure how horrible he felt. He wanted to just ignore this. Not that it'd end working out so well. He just glanced at Garrett, his eyes were working a lot better then he thought they would. What was he supposed to do. He needed to figure out where to rest, or how he could. If it was even going to do him any good either. He looked at his friend, and just tilted his head. "S-stop it...you are hurting yourself." He whimpered, but Darien tugged on his own chains, trying to reach his friend, he didn't care if it hurt his hands. He just wanted to get to Garrett. What had happened, he was starting to remember bits and pieces of it.
But honestly not very much. What was he supposed to do? This probably wouldn't end up helping him out. He had a feeling if he wasn't careful he'd just get hurt. His body was aching as he tried to move but he didn't stop. Why bother it'd probably not end up improving matters. He tried to reach Garrett but no his fingers couldn't even reach him. This was all because of the darn chains holding him back. And it made him feel so sick. "Garrett...it's not, please don't hurt yourself. I just wanna get out of here..." He mumbled, he had a feeling they wouldn't be alone for very long. Darien was whimpering though, he actually seemed scared. He did not want to be here anymore. This had to be a dream.
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Post by Garrett Burke on May 29, 2014 17:02:11 GMT -9
Garrett didn't notice Darien had risen from his 'slumber' nor did he acknowledge the boy speaking to him. The sound of the chains clanking in his hears were the only thing he could focus on, aside from the fact that they weren't breaking. He just had to get them out of here, and if he could free himself than surely he could free Darien too. He pulled on them harder, leaning from left to right as he attempted to break them off at the base but it was completely useless. The shackles were startling to hurt him more than wear from his rebellion.
He was weak and out of breath quickly, and after a few minutes of this he couldn't hold himself up anymore and took a couple steps back so he could lean against the wall behind him. Still, refusing to sit down. Garrett glanced over at Darien though, to see if he was alright, this time realizing that he was actually awake. Honestly he was thankful to see that he was conscious and 'okay' in a sense, but it pained him to see the boy chained as he was.
"You're awake." He said, trying to catch his breath as he strained to breath in and out of his nose. "Try not to move to much okay. I'll get us out of here." He was so confident, but deep down he feared that they wouldn't be able to flee. Perhaps he thought that if he said these things out loud, it would make even him feel better. Garrett went back to pulling on the chains, ignoring the additional burn even in his wrist that had been bitten by that man. He didn't care, though now he couldn't even prevent himself from groaning in pain as he struggled. coded by electric of gangnam style
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Post by Darien Brennan on May 29, 2014 18:03:20 GMT -9
my heart is cold, you can't leave Darien shivered, he was in pain still and could barely focus. His body honestly was on the verge of blacking out again. What was he supposed to do? At this point it completely lost him. He just wanted Garrett to stop hurting himself. After all Garrett was important to him. Had always been important to him really. He tried to tug at the chains like Garrett. Just wanting to break them though it probably wasn't going to work. He couldn't end up dealing with this, it was so irritating. he just looked at Garrett and whimpered low in his throat. The small child seemed almost on the verge of tears, his tiny body was not taking this whole situation well. The whole time Darien hadn't bothered to pay attention to the mark, or the thing on his neck at all. Why would he?
He could tell that it was hurting Garrett. He knew that, and it made him whimper. "Please Garrett stop! please stop...we can't get out of here like that. It sounds really painful." He was not sure what to do. It was not going to help, and that was not even going to help. Basically. His body fell down against the chains, they were the only things holding him up. He was not able to handle this. "S-sorta...I don't feel good. My body really hurts, and I wish I could...get us out of here." He sighed and just tried to struggle a bit more. Even now he knew he wouldn't get out. His body was far from strong enough, and he'd have to deal with it. Basically. "Garrett please...be careful. I'm worried about you.." This was not his strong point, not at all. What was he going to do? Darien had no idea if he'd be able to help anyone honestly.
Was that guy still here? Would he come down here because of all the noise. He hoped not, but like it'd end up even working at this point. Basically he'd rather just pretend he wasn't feeling a darn thing right now. It would not end up helping him regardless at this point and he knew it. What was he going to say? Darien wasn't strong like Garrett, he just had a very bad attitude. One that only succeeded in getting him into trouble. He knew Garrett was in pain and Darien wanted to cry but he tried to choke back sobs.
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Post by Garrett Burke on May 29, 2014 18:19:41 GMT -9
Garrett heard Darien telling him to stop this time, but he chose to ignore him. He couldn't just stop. It would get them no where if he just sat around waiting for someone to come and get them. There was a reason they were chained up, and he didn't want either of them to stick around long enough to truly find out why.
He growled, growing frustrated as he tugged harder on the chain. They were sturdier than they appeared however, and instead all it did was harm him. The harder he pulled the worse pain he felt in his wrist. He wasn't paying attention to Darien, and his sobs, too focused on trying to free himself since he already had it set in his mind that it was their only option. However, when he heard a loud pop and felt the immense pain that followed -in addition to the 'poison' in his veins- he cried out from the agony it caused and finally subsided.
He slid down from the wall to the floor trying not to move his right arm as much as he sat down. Garrett clenched his teeth so he could bite down most of his cries of pain, but breathing in and out this way didn't help either. "S-shit."He swore faintly under his breath, closing his eyes and tilting his head back against the wall as he tried to calm himself down. Though he couldn't help but to groan still from the pain he felt. That had been a bad idea after all. He should have listened to Darien.
He assumed from the pop that he'd dislocated his wrist, but he didn't voice this for fear that it would just worry his friend all the more. He was fine, and if Darien asked that was what he'd say regardless of how obvious of a lie it would be. "We're going to be okay Dar. Try to calm down." He said threw restricted breaths, noting the boy's faint sobs. He hated how there was nothing he could do to help or comfort him. All he had were words but it wasn't like Garrett to be so positive given their circumstances.
They were screwed and he knew it.
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Post by Darien Brennan on May 29, 2014 18:48:37 GMT -9
my heart is cold, you can't leave He knew he was being ignored and it bothered him, why couldn't Garrett just stop? It wasn't that bad was it. It couldn't be right, yet at the same time he almost didn't know what to do. He was already not exactly in the best place for this. It had never been Darien's idea to fall into this stuff. What was he supposed to do? He was not sure where to go with these things. Just what was he supposed to do? Honestly he had no idea what was going on here, Darien felt so confused. His body ached, his life sucked. He just what had happened to go this bad? Where did his mom go? What would he do, at this point it might not end up so well. But what could he do? Really what could he do, since it wasn't likely to do him any good. More so either of them any good. They were chained here and had to deal with it. Even when he didn't want to basically.
He gave up trying to stop him instead he just whimpered. Over and over again he just whimpered. What else was he going to do? Right now it probably didn't matter, but still this was not good.He would not tell Garrett what to do now, let Garrett learn how stupid this was. Until the chains were removed they could do nothing. Darien had bruises and marks to prove that, he was trying to escape too and they just wouldn't break. So he had been smart and given up on it after awhile. They were blood deprived after all, from what that man did to them. This was all so weird and he hated it. What was he going to do?
He heard the pop and he looked up in fear. What was his friend doing? Just how stupid was this? What was he doing, it didn't make a lot of sense either. And now he'd rather not think about this stuff. It would not end up improving matters either. Apparently. But he'd have to learn something eventually, or attempt to. But right now they were stuck. Stuck in so many ways. Which was probably not going to end up helping. Pretty much, so what was he supposed to do. What could he say? "No we aren't, he's still here isn't he. Garrett...how do we get out?" He asked with that weird look, what was he supposed to do at this point.
He was still whimpering and shaking his body felt weak. He didn't know what to make of this either. MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS
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Post by Garrett Burke on May 29, 2014 19:05:49 GMT -9
He felt like such a complete and utter idiot. To think that he would actually be able to help Darien. They shouldn't have gone back to his house. If they'd just gone home to his own family, maybe this wouldn't have happened. They wouldn't even be here. Garrett was blaming himself already, while trying to think of a way to keep them safe.
When he heard Darien's words it only gave him more determination to prove him wrong. Garrett opened his eyes and glanced over at the sobbing boy, his expression cross for a moment before he could relax himself. "We will be fine. Just...give me a moment to think." Garrett sighed and turned his cheek away so he wouldn't have to look at his friend. He felt ashamed and guilty and he was far better focused not looking at Darien while he was in such a state.
Perhaps if he bargained with that man. He could promise that neither of them would go to the police if he just let them go. They wouldn't tell a soul what he had done to them, or Darien's mother. They were just kids after all. He must have a weakness. Garrett knew nothing about that man though. He was a complete stranger and it put them at a serious disadvantage.
"I'm sorry I failed to protect you...I'm really, really sorry Darien." coded by electric of gangnam style
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Post by Darien Brennan on May 29, 2014 19:27:39 GMT -9
my heart is cold, you can't leave He felt so weird, so annoyed at that, though what good would it do. Honestly just what good would it do? Already Darien felt his mood starting to slip, it did not want to stay there. It did not want to deal with any of this. But like it'd end up actually doing him any good. Seriously why did that guy do things to him? This person didn't need to do that, that man could have left them alone. It would have been easier right? Just leave them alone and he'd be able to get off free basically. But still what was he going to do. All he wanted to do was get them out of here, and not come back. Since his family was screwed up. They were never good at anything, or well mostly. Though he'd rather end up keeping that to himself, it'd probably be for the best. Until they got out of here he couldn't think about those negative things. Even if they kept on poking back up.
"F-fine..." He didn't say much else, after all what was he supposed to do. This confused him and he'd rather not end up dealing with it. Since it probably won't end up that well. He just sobbed, Darien tried to control his emotions.Tried to break his tears down but like it'd even end up working. Simple as that really. What else could he end up doing by this point? It might not help but not like it'd honestly end up mattering either at this point. And they both should have known that. He was still scared, he didn't even know what to say. Right now it'd probably not end up doing him any good. Darien still felt weird, his body was shivering and starting to shake a bit more now. As if he needed to be held tight, and just calmed down. But his mom couldn't do it and Garrett was too far away to even do it himself.
"Just stop it...it's not your fault. It's momma's. Momma should have not brought him here." He sighed a bit and just tried to relax. Tried to not sob or something. Darien really didn't know what to do. This was strange, it made him feel so weird. And frustrated perhaps. Because he just wanted to get the heck out of here and then he'd be okay. Or so he thought but would they really? That was some idea he was not sure he wanted to think about. MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS
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Post by Garrett Burke on May 29, 2014 20:18:22 GMT -9
His mother. Garrett supposed they could blame everything on her, but it wouldn't make him feel less horrible, honestly. He despised hearing Darien cry. It made his chest ache. He moved his left hand into his lap, keeping the other where it rested at his side, afraid to move it because of the pain. He wanted to reach out to Darien, and shield him from this horrifying scene, but alas he could not.
Their voices echoed in the room they resided, and it only emphasized the small noises Darien made as he sobbed. Garrett didn't reply to the boy's words, too entranced by his own thoughts and the sorrow his friend emitted. Then there were other noises. They came from outside the room, footsteps. Garrett instantly glanced over at the door, then over at Darien. If only he could protect and hide him, but none of that was possible now.
Garrett pushed himself up to stand again, hoping to at least draw attention to himself rather than his friend. "Darien, lay down." He hissed in a low whisper, demanding that the boy listen rather than give him a suggestion. If he pretended to be asleep still, maybe whoever it was come to visit them wouldn't bother him.
He leaned against the wall as he stood and waited as the footsteps got closer. They echoed down the hall from outside their room, but they were slow and casual and when the door opened he understood why. The man they'd seen in Darien's home, his mother's boyfriend entered leisurely. His shoes tapped against the cement floor, and his expression was unreadable -until he glanced over at Garrett and a small smile developed in his features.
Garrett couldn't stand it. He glared, his teeth clenching as he pushed off of the wall and rushed to the man. He growled loudly as he swung back his left hand, not his most coordinated arm, and tried to grab and punch at the man. Though even as he tried, all that occurred were the chains tightening until he couldn't move forward any further. It hurt his right wrist like hell but he didn't care. This went against his entire idea of bargaining with this person, but he figured it probably wouldn't work to even try anyway.
"My my aren't you worked up." The man grinned, even releasing a small chuckle that resonated in the room. His aura was vile, and Garrett hated it. "Get us the FUCK OUT OF HERE! Or I'll kill you myself dammit." This only elicited another faint laugh from the older man, along with a swift dismissal of Garrett's words. "Highly unlikely." Garrett's reaction, was more anger. He tugged harder on his chains regardless of how much it hurt. coded by electric of gangnam style
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Post by Darien Brennan on May 29, 2014 20:38:27 GMT -9
my heart is cold, you can't leave What could he do? It made him feel seriously sick.The idea of being trapped here scared him, he wanted to get out of here. But like it'd end up doing him any good either, for all he knew he'd just get in trouble. Pretty much, he looked at Garrett then whimpered again, the tears only kept flowing. He honestly felt so sick. The boy could only stay there, he did not have a clue of what to do. Really. He didn't want to lay down what if something happened to Garrett? What if that guy tried to hurt him. Darien was still shivering and choking back his sobs. Trying to keep quiet was easier said then done, maybe this person would just think he was in pain. After all that guy had done something to him, quite a few things to them probably. It couldn't be so surprising honestly. Yet what else was going to happen at this moment in time really.
The fact that there voices had echoed probably alerted that person. Which he'd rather not deal with. It made him so confused, so stressed out and so on. It would not end up actually going so well. More or less, though what was he supposed to do. He leaned down to the ground then looked at Garrett. Mouthing the words be careful as he pretended to be asleep. His body was hurting and it made him shiver. He couldn't stay still it felt like he had a knife being stabbed into his body really hard. What was the point of that anyway? He felt so sick and he barely knew what to do about this, it was not going to help him. Seriously just what was he supposed to be doing. At this moment he was not exactly in the right place for his thoughts.
'Please don't hurt us.' He thought as he just tried to stay still. The steps were going past him or so he thought but still Darien didn't like it. Why would he? It made him feel very very confused, and even lost in this whole situation. Basically. That man had ruined his life, it took his mother away and now he had no one. Even Garrett was here with him. What if he got hurt worse? That was not something he honestly wanted to deal with. How was he supposed to figure these situations out without messing up once again. Darien looked up at him, from his spot and just tilted his head. "P-please...stop it." he mumbled it was almost as if he was talking in his sleep, even if he was lifting his head a little bit. Though his eyes were hidden from the vampire's view. This was already so confusing to him.
He was not certain how this was going. Or how this would even go? At this point it already seemed majorly confusing and he'd rather not get dragged back into that. Since it was not likely to even end up helping right now either. Seriously just what was he supposed to think? What could he do. He wiggled his chains after all he wanted Garrett to stop but no he wasn't going to wake up that much right now. It wouldn't do him a lot of good right now either. So what was he supposed to say? MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS
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Post by Garrett Burke on May 29, 2014 21:43:16 GMT -9
The sound of Darien's voice startled him. He had told the boy to get down, he hoped he would stay quiet but by speaking he was ruining it. His glare faded as he watched the man turn his cheek and glance over at his friend. Garrett couldn't allow him to steal the attention. He had to keep the guy focused on him alone.
"Hey asshole! Why don't you-" He began to retort, though he was abruptly cut off as a hand swiped across his face and caused him to waver until he nearly collapsed. The side of his face was red, and slightly cut from one of the many rings the pureblood wore on his fingers. He'd just been smacked, hard, and he kept himself quiet then for the sake of both him and Darien.
"You both belong to me now, and you are not permitted to speak to me that way."
Garrett didn't understand, but there was something about the mans words that weighed heavily on his spirit. He felt as if a snake was coiling around him, constricting his vocal chords and preventing him from speaking, though this was probably better than the latter. Garrett wanted to ask what the hell he was talking about, but he couldn't even try.
The pureblood sighed, disappointed with this child, he'd have to teach them how to behave. Such a bother.
He raised his left hand, and clenched it into a fist until small drops of blood began to drip from his palm. It was obvious he was waiting for their reaction, though the moment Garrett caught the scent of the blood his eyes flashed a bright red and his teeth extended despite himself. His throat burned with the lust for blood to sate his thirst. He grabbed his throat and dropped do his knees, straining to contain himself as he glanced up at the man and wondered what the hell he'd done to them. coded by electric of gangnam style
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Post by Darien Brennan on May 29, 2014 22:04:13 GMT -9
my heart is cold, you can't leave The boy was mumbling still, he seemed to just be talking about random things. Though it probably didn't even matter. None of it really would. Darien just wanted to flinch, he wanted to make all of this stop. If he could at all really, so far it did not seem to be logical. He coughed and curled tighter in a ball. His stomach was starting to hurt, Darien couldn't control it. How could he? This made him feel really weird. What was this man trying to do to them, what had he even done to him at this point anyway. He flinched hearing the guy hit Garrett. He wanted to get up and he wanted to move. But what good was that going to do right now? For now he kept his mouth shut. This might not end up helping but of course Darien wanted to help his friend. Try to keep him safe somehow at least.
"W-what? Why are you saying that?" He tilted his head and felt really confused, he was still starting to tug on the chains a bit, though he wasn't sitting up. No he stayed put. This was already strange enough. Honestly he'd rather not get involved in this. No for now he'd rather just let this go. It'd make him feel a lot better or so he thought. But at this point was it even going to work. He paused and looked at the blood as it dropped, he felt the pain in his mouth and that weird burn in his throat. Darien struggled against the chains and grumbled. "S-stop it that hurts..." He wanted to start crying again, this was not useful to him. Why? Why did he feel this way? Just the scent of blood made his body hurt. He almost honestly hated the very fact of it. How could he not after all.
Darien would voice what Garrett was thinking. "The hell did you do!? You killed momma and then this." He didn't mean to let his mouth run and yet it had. He worried, what if Garrett got hurt but he was not about to stop standing his ground on this one. It'd probably not end up helping basically. Right? At least at this point it might not be that good for him. What was he supposed to say? Darien was already starting to think about the things he might have done. Or how far he went for that matter basically. What was he going to say on this whole situation, it made him feel really really awkward.
The blood, he wanted it. But could he get it. Would he get it? No Darien was being held back as Garrett was. But by what other then the chains was news to him. MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS
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Post by Garrett Burke on May 29, 2014 22:21:57 GMT -9
It hurt, so much. Garrett groaned, and tried to reach out to the man, but was stopped by the chain keeping him where he knelt. His eyes trained to the drops of blood that dripped to the cement, hunger growing in him that was confusing in so many ways. It was the blood he wanted, but why? Darien was speaking again, saying the words that he couldn't, and though he was angry with him for talking when he shouldn't have he was curious what the man would say too.
"Discipline."
Was all he said, though his voice was so low it was more of a mental note to himself rather than a response to either of them. With that he simply walked towards the exit, the more prevalent scent of his blood wafting into the air even more. "I'll feed you once you have proper manners, until then.." He trailed off and without finishing his sentence, opened the sturdy door and closed it behind them. Garrett stared off at the door, completely baffled. What was happening to them? Why did he feel this way?
Suddenly his wrist twitched, and he felt his bones grinding against one another as they attempted to reset. Garrett couldn't contain his screams, and cried out in pain as his dislocated wrist slowly began to pop back into place. He held held it to his chest protectively, and bent over forward until his forehead pressed into the cement. His breath was ragged and short, and he felt dizzy and light headed. All of this, it was all too much.
Then an audible pop emitted in the room and Garrett's screams grew louder, until he managed to subside to heavy breathing. He was shuddering and clenching his teeth to feign the pain he felt all over now, but it was no use. No amount of pain killers would be able to numb what he felt now. Even he was on the verge of tears, and he could do nothing to prevent it. So he kept his head down so Darien wouldn't be able to see his face. At least then he wouldn't suffer so greatly. He wanted to die already, but little did he realize that this was only the beginning. coded by electric of gangnam style
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Post by Darien Brennan on May 29, 2014 22:38:20 GMT -9
my heart is cold, you can't leave He curled up into a ball and groaned, his body was hurting. The fact that he felt something sharp cutting into his mouth. What could Darien do? Not like it'd end up helping, was his friend okay. He wanted to make it all go away, just make all of it stop. But could that even work? He tried to look away from the blood drops. Darien wanted to bite that man, he wanted the blood. Why did this have to happen? It made him seriously annoyed, what had even happened. He felt so weak all of a sudden. How could someone wrap him around a finger, it made him feel weird. But of course he'd rather not end up thinking about any of that stuff apparently. "P-please..just help Garrett...don't do that." He almost seemed to be pleading even if he was in pain. Darien always had to think about other people. Seriously what was with him having such a big heart. Maybe his mother's death caused it.
But who knows. He wasn't about to talk about that, for now he'd rather just shrug it off. See where it'd actually end up getting him at this point. He almost had a feeling it might not end up going so well. This person didn't seem to want to listen to them. This guy seemed to have his own game in mind and Darien wanted nothing to do with it. He'd only go along with it for Garrett's sake. Since Garrett was important to him and also all he had left by this point. He did not wish to lose another person. Not someone he cared a lot for, even with how much pain his body or well both of their bodies might be in at this moment in time. The door had shut, and the guy must be gone. Darien tried to move his body, trying to get those chains to come off.
But not that it happened. So what was he going to do? How could he manage to figure this out. It had already managed to make things a tad bit complicated. He blinked at him, something didn't seem right. What was going on with Garrett? "Garrett...? Are you okay?" Please tell me he's not hurt. That thought kept flashing through his mind and he really didn't want to deal with it. Not now and not ever, it was just not something he wanted to deal with or even think about. Since it wasn't likely to do him any good. Not at this point anyway. "Garrett...?" He asked again, in case the other didn't speak to him. After all he had a feeling something was up, and he didn't know what to do about that either.
He could feel the water leaking from his eyes as he tried to ignore the pain he was feeling. Why did it hurt so much? This was already not something he wanted to deal with. MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS
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Post by Garrett Burke on May 29, 2014 22:59:02 GMT -9
Garrett couldn't respond, at least not at first, but he realized that he had to let Darien know that he was okay. He didn't want the boy to start crying again, and since they were the only two in here...it was just best if he kept the contact between them going. After a long pause on his part, he cleared his throat and finally attempted to speak.
"I'm...Fine." He said unsteadily, still holding to his wrist as if it were wounded still, but he found out a moment later that that wasn't the case. He was scared, completely and utterly scared. Something was wrong with him, or rather them. He didn't want to lie to Darien this time, and so he decided to just say what he was thinking.
"Earlier I...I dislocated my wrist. I think...I think it just reset itself." He knew that didn't make any sense at all, but it was the only way he could describe what just happened. He hadn't done anything to try and push it back in. His bones had shifted into place on their own, though he had no freakin clue how that was even possible.
Garrett was such a realistic person, he didn't want to think that the supernatural was real, but the man with the red eyes was starting to make him change his mind. As he lifted his head, apprehensively still, he glanced over at Darien and he was only reaffirmed that perhaps their situation was worse than he'd imagined.
"Darien..." Not only were his eyes red, but his neck...He hadn't noticed it before, but now the mark on the boy's neck was glowing bright red. What the hell was going on? "Your neck...Darien...What the hell.." Garrett wondered if Darien was still hurt, but he couldn't see if the bite marks were healed or not that mark...it was in the way. coded by electric of gangnam style
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Post by Darien Brennan on May 29, 2014 23:14:27 GMT -9
my heart is cold, you can't leave What was he waiting for? Why couldn't Garrett just talk to him, this was already one of the things he didn't entirely know what to do with. Seriously just what was he supposed to do? It made him feel lost, the idea of being hurt was beyond what he wanted. He'd honestly rather forget it, pretend none of this was happening but like it'd work. He had a feeling that Garrett wasn't fine, it confused him. Yet he almost wondered maybe he was fine? Since he seemed okay though he also seemed to at least be in a little bit of pain right now. "You acted like...you were in pain though. Garrett is it okay now, how would it heal so fast?" He tilted his head then blinked at him. What was he supposed to say at this point. It might not end up helping him in the long run really. "I-it just reset itself? Really?" This made him feel a bit confused here, at least right now.
Yet he already knew what to say about that, what he could end up doing. It made him feel very strange, he was not so sure why this made him feel weird. Since his life was so out of place here. He had been hurt, he had been wounded and yet Garrett had been too. So what was he supposed to say. "I'm sorry Garrett...you wouldn't be hurt if it wasn't for me. You said we'll get out of here so I hope we do soon, I don't like this place." He was trying to ignore the pain in his neck. And ignore everything he was feeling right now. For that moment he wondered just how they'd get out of here. Since it wasn't like he knew what to do, or where to go. With all of this it made him feel so odd, what would happen? They had to be okay Darien was sure of that. He'd figure they would get out of here soon enough at least.
He blinked and tried to touch his neck, he could at least somewhat move his fingers. This wasn't so bad, and yet he'd rather not dig into it. Since it was not likely to even end up helping either. Right now he didn't know what to say, or anything. Just how could he figure it out without saying the wrong thing? He didn't know what it was, it felt weird under his fingers. "I-I don't know, it's weird what the hell is it!" he was starting to get worked up again which was only caused by the hungry thing he felt. Why was he wanting blood, it wasn't like blood did it even any good right now after all.
He felt dizzy but not hurt. But what was he supposed to do? At this point it probably didn't have much of a reason to help him. MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS
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