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Screams. All the screams and endless pain. No matter how much time passes it still hurts. The burn and stiffness of useless body parts is always there and remains a constant reminder that we will die. All of us will die. But I’m hoping that he dies first. I can’t stand the sight of him but he is necessary for my brother’s survival. I won’t let Kai rot in this place. He’s my reason for surviving and Delacroix is ours.
The walls are covered in the decaying putrid of the masses before us. It’s sickening. Kai hates to even look at it and hides his face in my chest. Twelve years old and he has to be locked away here with us criminals. What kind of brother am I? His blond hair is dirty with my blood and his clothes are rags. Look what I’ve reduced him to. But I will save you, my brother. I won’t allow you to suffer for my transgressions. The only ones that will suffer are me and Delacroix.
Yes Delacroix. He’s the a*****e that is responsible for us being here. If he had just stayed out of my way I could have done my job without getting caught. But in my line of work there are always obstacles. I hate knowing that I have to depend on him. My inability is what pisses me off more. If I had his talents then I would have killed him already.
He looks at us. His violet eyes are ice cold and murderous. His platinum hair is dim in the shadows, long and curls around his legs in his hunched position. He’s handsome with a young mature look. If we weren’t enemies we might even be lovers. But that’s not the world we live in.
We don’t live in any world anymore. We’re confined to a cubical with bars. Stone walls and floors are our home now. A pile of hay is our bed and feces is the scent of living. God we need to get out of here. I hate knowing that my brother is here in this filth and I hate the company of the bounty hunter Delacroix.
It hurts again. My arm is broken in four different places and has been neglected for a week. I know that it’s infected and will soon have to be taken care of. I’ll probably lose it but that doesn’t bother me. At least it doesn’t look as bad as it feels. It has taken on a blue color like if I was a corpse. I’ve done what I can to snap the bones back into place but when they’re shattered there’s not much left to put in place.
Kai looks at me. He knows that I’m in so much pain. His green eyes are still as beautiful in this place and that brings me comfort. I smile at him and lean back against the wall, pulling him back to lie on my chest. “Don’t worry. Soon we’ll be free and I can get a doctor to look at it.”
I hear a laugh from the other side of the cell and know that he’s snickering. He acts so cool even at a time like this and it is just making me mad. “Shut the ******** up!”
He quiets for a moment and then walks over to us. I don’t move and neither does Kai. We both know that there’s nowhere to go. We aren’t afraid though. Delacroix knows that he needs us or he will die in here too. He smiles crookedly at me. Kneeling down he grabs my arm to look at it. I cringe at the pain. Damn it hurts! He unwraps the rags that I had tied on it to keep it in place and pokes at the cuts where the bone had escaped the skin. Man it looks like s**t. My cuts refuse to heal and the blood is dried and scabby. Kai looks at my arms in some sort of mixture between disgust and sympathy. I don’t blame him. Delacroix starts to put pressure on the bone to see where the breaks are. I moan in quiet agony. Biting down on my own tongue I let him continue. Someone like him is bound to be trained in medicine and he can’t possibly make it any worse than it is.
“This is gonna hurt,” his deep voice says before he bites down on my arm.
I scream out loud and Kai pushes off me and backs away. What the hell?! Delacroix bites down even harder and when I start to bleed he sucks the blood out. “What the hell are you doing?”
He doesn’t answer and continues to suck out my blood and spit it on the ground. After a few moments the pain fades some and all that is left is discomfort. I wonder when he’ll stop… It was acquired sitting there for five minutes while someone sucked the infected blood from my arm. Couldn’t say that he didn’t have soft lips though. When he pulled back I saw the amused look on his face and gave a snort. Tearing his own shirt he rewrapped my arm and gave it a light slap. I grit my teeth together and gave him an annoyed look.
“Get better soon, sweetheart. You’re no good to me if you’re body doesn’t even work.” With that he turned and walked back to his side of the room.
Sweetheart?! Who the hell does that a*****e think he is?
--Tsunami
 Tsunami-kun · Thu Dec 28, 2006 @ 06:40am · 0 Comments |
