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Firefall · Posted 07-08-2011, 11:29 PM

OOC: This may end up being M. I have a thing for blood and gore.

Soft, sleeping breaths contrasted with the darkness that loomed over the night. The air was humid and musty, showing all the sings of a too-wet summer that had set in on the city. It was a wonder that this must didn't hinder the two boy's breaths, sleeping between the wreckage in the even darker alley.

The two boys, one blond with black streaks, the other a brunette, sniffled as they re-adjusted on one another, finding their current positions not to their satisfaction in their dreamy world state. The blond, 17 years in age, had his head on the 18 year old brunette's chest. One could tell from an outside view that these two were closer than friends, closer than perhaps brothers, but definitely not lovers. The brunette's grip on the blond was more of that of a father's than anything else, protecting the younger boy despite the younger one being on top of him.

However, amidst the darkness came a slight sound, a movement, and a stir of sniffles from the blond. Sleepy yawns and grumbles filled the air suddenly as the blond flicked his head around, as if the look for something in particular, but without actually seeing. It was...too quiet. With only the ability to see through vibrational waves and his sense of touch, the blond weighed his options. Any loud noise he did to figure out just what had woken him up could usually wake up his companion, but not doing anything could leave a sense of danger lurking above his head. What if there was something there?

The blond grunted. He didn't want to move right now, the brunette was offering him too much warmth compared to the night air. No matter how warm it was outside, the evening was always cold. It was only when the brunette started to snore that the blond snorted and got up from his spot, finally making his decision. There was no way that he was getting back to sleep when that power house was snoring at full throttle anyways. Heck, he might even go deaf if he stayed around the snoring long enough.

With another yawn the blond walked out of the alley, but still in a good distance to keep watch over his companion. If there was any danger he'd at least want to keep an eye out, right? The blond didn't have his weapon on him either, so he didn't want to stray too far. Just enough to punch something to give him a good view of his surroundings or something.

When that happened though, the blond fell right back on his buttox. His eyes blinked at a rapid fire rate, showing the sudden shock clear across his face and his bright orange eyes. Sure, punching something was stupid and now his fist hurt, but that was a LOT of people around. And not just 10 people, but probably 30 or so, just chilling, watching him and anyone else that was moving around. Snipers, weird mutated things, normal people, what seemed to be maniacs in straight jackets...or lab coats they were about the same thing. But now that the blond had actually made a noise, things seemed to be taking a turn for the worst. While before there were about 3 people looking at him, now just about everyone was. It wasn't that the blond could see, but that he felt the eyes burning into his very being. Damn, what did they have, laser beams in their eyes? No time to ask.

In not even a blink of an eye, the blond went from sitting down to being on his back. A heavy weight strained on his abdomen, effectively pinning him down as he batted at whatever it was with his hands. The mass on top of him however was heavy, agile, and much more awake than the blond boy. Without too much trouble it got the blond's hands above his head to restrain him. Grumbling at his new predicament, the blond didn't even have time to register how many people were around him; it didn't matter at this point, the main thing was to get the hell out of the situation and back on his feet, then worry about the specifics. No hesitation left inside of him, the blond willed from deep down inside of himself to give this person the shock of their life, literally.

The scream rippled through the person on top of the blond. Surprisingly, it sounded female, and it made the boy hesitate for a little while. That was one strong chick. Either that or he had heard wrong. Better check that out next time he was at work with health benefits. For being a mercenary, hearing was important to him. Especially since that was a lot more useful than sight when things were quiet and not even a mouse was stirring.

Getting to his feet, the blond called out to his companion, hoping for some sort of help. It almost made the boy facepalm when he saw that the brunette was still sleeping. Even though all of that. Then again, the snoring was probably louder than all of the action that had happened.

"Luther! Now would be a REALLY good time to wake up!!" The blonde tried again. It served double purpose. To observe and to attempt to get help. The view of what was around him didn't do much for his confidence however. People around him were snickering, staring him down, not even paying attention to their fallen companion. There were too many of them, and the blonde's face dropped, knowing full well he couldn't do anything at this point. If he had had his gunblade or his handgun with him, that would have been a different story, but he didn't. With a heavy sigh and a shift from on leg to another, the blonde backed up slightly. There was no one behind him, how odd. What were they doing, herding him? As soon as the thought crossed his mind, the question was answered.

BANG

A bullet sliced through the blonde's right shoulderblade, bringing him down to his knees. It wasn't enough to kill him, or to render him incapacitated, but enough to give the group enough time to close in on the blonde and put him in chains. Chains and whatever else they planned to do. They sure weren't aiming to stop the bleeding and it was making the blond all the more miserable, cursing under his breath the whole while. And then, everything went black.

-----

Waking up felt like someone had stabbed a knife through both of his eyes and put spikes throughout his whole body. The blonde groaned as he tried to sit up and get his bearings. Last he remembered he was sleeping on top of Luther, right? And then a horrible dream...but really, the blonde's shoulderblade hurt like nothing else. That must have been one heck of a dream to translate into real life like that.

Feeling up to his shoulder with his left hand, Gavin suddenly stopped in shock. Well that wasn't supposed to be there. A big lump of what felt like band-aids were met under his hand. His shirt was over top of them, and onbviously a freezing had been used because the blonde didn't feel them on his chest. And a part of it felt spongy, like there was a hole underneath of the bandage. The thought hit the blond like a semi. He fell backwards back onto his back and groaned some more, now looking at his surroundings. Looked like he was in a very cramped prison cell. Nothing but cement and bars, no toilet, bed, nothing. Looked very inviting and cozy. The smell was also putrid and sour; a mixture of blood, rot, and mold. Some dream that was.

Firefall Derp		Angels and Demons [Possibly M]	#1
	OOC: This may end up being M. I have a thing for blood and gore. Soft, sleeping breaths contrasted with the darkness that loomed over the night. The air was humid and musty, showing all the sings of a too-wet summer that had set in on the city. It was a wonder that this must didn't hinder the two boy's breaths, sleeping between the wreckage in the even darker alley. The two boys, one blond with black streaks, the other a brunette, sniffled as they re-adjusted on one another, finding their current positions not to their satisfaction in their dreamy world state. The blond, 17 years in age, had his head on the 18 year old brunette's chest. One could tell from an outside view that these two were closer than friends, closer than perhaps brothers, but definitely not lovers. The brunette's grip on the blond was more of that of a father's than anything else, protecting the younger boy despite the younger one being on top of him. However, amidst the darkness came a slight sound, a movement, and a stir of sniffles from the blond. Sleepy yawns and grumbles filled the air suddenly as the blond flicked his head around, as if the look for something in particular, but without actually seeing. It was...too quiet. With only the ability to see through vibrational waves and his sense of touch, the blond weighed his options. Any loud noise he did to figure out just what had woken him up could usually wake up his companion, but not doing anything could leave a sense of danger lurking above his head. What if there was something there? The blond grunted. He didn't want to move right now, the brunette was offering him too much warmth compared to the night air. No matter how warm it was outside, the evening was always cold. It was only when the brunette started to snore that the blond snorted and got up from his spot, finally making his decision. There was no way that he was getting back to sleep when that power house was snoring at full throttle anyways. Heck, he might even go deaf if he stayed around the snoring long enough. With another yawn the blond walked out of the alley, but still in a good distance to keep watch over his companion. If there was any danger he'd at least want to keep an eye out, right? The blond didn't have his weapon on him either, so he didn't want to stray too far. Just enough to punch something to give him a good view of his surroundings or something. When that happened though, the blond fell right back on his buttox. His eyes blinked at a rapid fire rate, showing the sudden shock clear across his face and his bright orange eyes. Sure, punching something was stupid and now his fist hurt, but that was a LOT of people around. And not just 10 people, but probably 30 or so, just chilling, watching him and anyone else that was moving around. Snipers, weird mutated things, normal people, what seemed to be maniacs in straight jackets...or lab coats they were about the same thing. But now that the blond had actually made a noise, things seemed to be taking a turn for the worst. While before there were about 3 people looking at him, now just about everyone was. It wasn't that the blond could see, but that he felt the eyes burning into his very being. Damn, what did they have, laser beams in their eyes? No time to ask. In not even a blink of an eye, the blond went from sitting down to being on his back. A heavy weight strained on his abdomen, effectively pinning him down as he batted at whatever it was with his hands. The mass on top of him however was heavy, agile, and much more awake than the blond boy. Without too much trouble it got the blond's hands above his head to restrain him. Grumbling at his new predicament, the blond didn't even have time to register how many people were around him; it didn't matter at this point, the main thing was to get the hell out of the situation and back on his feet, then worry about the specifics. No hesitation left inside of him, the blond willed from deep down inside of himself to give this person the shock of their life, literally. The scream rippled through the person on top of the blond. Surprisingly, it sounded female, and it made the boy hesitate for a little while. That was one strong chick. Either that or he had heard wrong. Better check that out next time he was at work with health benefits. For being a mercenary, hearing was important to him. Especially since that was a lot more useful than sight when things were quiet and not even a mouse was stirring. Getting to his feet, the blond called out to his companion, hoping for some sort of help. It almost made the boy facepalm when he saw that the brunette was still sleeping. Even though all of that. Then again, the snoring was probably louder than all of the action that had happened. "Luther! Now would be a REALLY good time to wake up!!" The blonde tried again. It served double purpose. To observe and to attempt to get help. The view of what was around him didn't do much for his confidence however. People around him were snickering, staring him down, not even paying attention to their fallen companion. There were too many of them, and the blonde's face dropped, knowing full well he couldn't do anything at this point. If he had had his gunblade or his handgun with him, that would have been a different story, but he didn't. With a heavy sigh and a shift from on leg to another, the blonde backed up slightly. There was no one behind him, how odd. What were they doing, herding him? As soon as the thought crossed his mind, the question was answered. BANG A bullet sliced through the blonde's right shoulderblade, bringing him down to his knees. It wasn't enough to kill him, or to render him incapacitated, but enough to give the group enough time to close in on the blonde and put him in chains. Chains and whatever else they planned to do. They sure weren't aiming to stop the bleeding and it was making the blond all the more miserable, cursing under his breath the whole while. And then, everything went black. ----- Waking up felt like someone had stabbed a knife through both of his eyes and put spikes throughout his whole body. The blonde groaned as he tried to sit up and get his bearings. Last he remembered he was sleeping on top of Luther, right? And then a horrible dream...but really, the blonde's shoulderblade hurt like nothing else. That must have been one heck of a dream to translate into real life like that. Feeling up to his shoulder with his left hand, Gavin suddenly stopped in shock. Well that wasn't supposed to be there. A big lump of what felt like band-aids were met under his hand. His shirt was over top of them, and onbviously a freezing had been used because the blonde didn't feel them on his chest. And a part of it felt spongy, like there was a hole underneath of the bandage. The thought hit the blond like a semi. He fell backwards back onto his back and groaned some more, now looking at his surroundings. Looked like he was in a very cramped prison cell. Nothing but cement and bars, no toilet, bed, nothing. Looked very inviting and cozy. The smell was also putrid and sour; a mixture of blood, rot, and mold. Some dream that was.
		Posted 07-08-2011, 11:29 PM