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“It always starts out ok… sweet words and sweet nothings whispered in the dead of night...he makes you feel important when you’re really just another pawn…” Ian panted out, not fully releasing he’d let slip that there was more going on between him and the bastard then partnership. Tristan’s blue eyes where a bit wide as his brother spoke, but the young boy stayed quiet, he knew that Ian and Mavrik had been close… he’d seen the hickies on his brothers neck a few times… he may be only 11 but he knew about sex… how babies were made.

Ian chuckled mirthlessly when Taka said that Mavrik might be wanting to expand past District 3. “I wouldn’t put it past him… we had this gran idea that we’d run the city one day… better and safer than the military twats cos we’d been outside the walls… spent months outside fighting off infected things….”Ian shivered when the cool cloth was pressed to his forehead and the ginger haired man tiled his head back to better balance the cloth.

Both brothers tensed when the option to cut the leg off came up… it was clear that was a no go. “The path we….ugh.” the freckled man clenched his eyes tight when pain shot up his leg as Aren cleaned it, the toes on the injured leg curling in pain, causing the leg to tense up and bleed more, a bad circle.

“Polly is supposed to me escorting a family out tomorrow… if you leave early tomorrow…. Or even tonight….there is a safe house above a old coffee store a few blocks from the exit… ah… ok… Aren…. You can show her… shit this hurts….” Ian panted more gritting his teeth as he raised a hand to keep the cool cloth pressed to his sweaty forehead. His freckled cheeks were flushed with color and it would be a rough night for the older McLocke brother, that was for sure.

While the adults were talking Tristan rummaged through his brothers bag to pull out the map that Ian used to get his bearings, landmarks and little symbols littled the map, Ian had remade the map in a way he could understand it. There was a quirky little coffee cup drawn where the coffee shop was. The young blond unrolled the map to show Taka, even though he didn’t speak, Tristan’s blue eyes were a well of emotion, pleading with the asian girl to help save his brother, his family.
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As the say went on Tristan had to be the one to stealthily let the residents of the apartment know that his brother would be out of commission for a while. It wasn’t a good idea to move Ian with his leg like it was, so Tristan had run back to their own apartment and grabbed his brothers grubby pillow and a change of clothes for himself and his brother.

“Sorry for just barging in like this….but walking up those stairs would be bad…. I’m surprised he didn’t fall on his way down…” The young blond said rubbing the back of his neck as he spoke to Aren, Ian was currently passed out on the couch, a new cool cloth pressed to his flushed face. It was jarring for Tristan to see his normally strong brother to be this torn down.
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Down in the tunnels leaning out of the the District was the bloodstained area that Ian had fallen asleep in, it was a wonder how he hadn't bleed out during the night. The ginger man was one stubborn son of a gun.