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Post by SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT on Apr 12, 2012 15:13:17 GMT -5
"Aren't you the observant one." He said in a breathy voice and glanced at her as he kept walking. He wanted to get to the other side of the building before he picked her up again. It was going to take them a while to get back home but he had to do it.
"We're not going to the hospital." He grumbled at her even though he was a little thrown off by her saying his name. He had only heard it once that he could recall, and he was pretty sure that was at the little baby boutique. She didn't normally have to address him since it was always just the two of them, but when she said it he couldn't help but give a crooked little smile at her.
"We can wrap up your arm and get everything taken care of when we get there. The hospital won't know what the hell to do with us." Not only did he knew the hospital would call the police because it was gunshot wounds, but he knew the hospital would be stumped when they saw his back and probably appalled. Not to mention the difficulty they'll have getting the bullets out.
He opened his arms when he reached the opposite side of the rooftop and motioned with his hands for Alyson to come to him. "Hop on." He smirked a little, realizing that sounded a little perverted after he said it and then he began thinking of sex. He could tell her he was dying. Maybe it would get him laid. Maybe she'd feel sorry enough and allow him under that sexy little dress she was wearing.
"Come on." He hissed at her not wanting to wait. He could feel his body temperature changing as he was growing cold, yet his skin felt hot. He wrapped his arms around her and backed up to give himself a head start, took off and jumped into the air. They landed on the next rooftop but he didn't stop there. He jumped two more times, from one rooftop to the next before he had to drop Alyson to the ground and went to the ledge, bracing himself and began to heave off the side.
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Post by ALYSON MONTGOMERY on Apr 12, 2012 18:49:06 GMT -5
She grimaced at him, not sure what to really do with herself there on the rooftop. She didn't need him bleeding to death while she was locked up in his room! That would be REALLY bad. Like, seriously bad, because she would die. "But.." She objected when he said they weren't going to a hospital, but he cut her off explaining they would wrap her arm at home.
Oddly enough she didn't care about her arm. It stung, but it was just a cut. A really deep cut, where a good patch of flesh was missing, but it was thin and just the edge of her arm, so it wouldn't even need stitches. Surprisingly it was him she was concerned about. Judging by the bloody pattern on his back there was likely more than one bullet in there.
She pursed her lips knowing the reason he wasn't taking himself was because of him. The police would be notified, and he couldn't go when she was with him, not unless he was prepared to give her up which he obviously wasn't yet.
"Hop on." She looked at his open arms and scowled again. He was hurt, this was dangerous. He would get them killed! "Come on." he said a little more firmly and she realized he wasn't going to relent. She wrapped her arms around his neck again, more gingerly this time, holding on but trying to put as little weight on him as possible, which was impossible since he was carrying her. She tried to deposit herself equally on his body so as to not aggravate his back more than it obviously already was.
She tried not to think about them hopping from building to building. It was so natural the way he could do this, especially with gunshot wounds. It unnerved her and she wondered what he was. Obviously deformed, but the deformity meant something. But what? Vampire she thought again, but he'd never thirsted for her blood. She felt like that idiot Bella Swan from those Twilight movies, knowing he wasn't a vampire. It seemed he most logical thing, only vampires weren't logical at all!
When he finally dropped her a few building later, her gaze grew concerned again when he heaved, her brows furrowing. He had strangled her earlier that night! He had provoked those men! Why did she CARE! She folded her arms, goading herself not to care about what happened to him or his pain and suffering. She reminded herself he was psychotic, that he had kidnapped her and was willing to free her only under the pretense that he fall madly in love with him.
He might love you if you care for him now, she told herself. Alyson gulped and wanted to kick her subconscious for thinking with a level head, but deep down she knew it was true. Plus, it would make her feel better. She had a maternal instinct hidden somewhere deep down, she just needed to find it. She went to him, carefully moving to his side. He looked paler than usual. "Take a deep breath." she instructed softly, reaching a hand to his forehead to brush his hair away from his eyes to no avail. They fell back into place, but his skin was definitely clammy. "I can't have you dying on me now. Who the hell am I going to torment then?"
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Post by SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT on Apr 12, 2012 19:30:31 GMT -5
"I can't have you dying on me now. Who the hell am I going to torment then?"
It had been a long time since Sebastian had thrown up. He didn't get sick. He didn't run a temperature. Only when he was severely injured did that ever happen, and this was one of those times. He heaved once more before slowly standing back up and looking down at the girl. He was jittery and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand.
"When we get back.." He hated admitting this, but then again it was a desperate time for him. He never liked to admit that he needed someone's help. He hoped Prestine would be home, since she would be better fit to assist him in wedging out the slugs but if not then Alyson would be the one that he'd need to rely on. "..I'll need your help." He told her and stared down at her with his dull eyes.
He let out a little cough and felt the searing pain with every time he moved. The back had so many muscles. "Ready?" He asked and he held his arms out, ready to take her in his arms once more. They still had a bit of a ways to go.
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Post by ALYSON MONTGOMERY on Apr 12, 2012 19:48:01 GMT -5
She felt so lost. She was supposed to despise him, yet when he told her he would need her help she did nothing but nod. What they needed to do was get him help, and the last thing she wanted to do was aid him, especially considering the way he'd treated her tonight.
It felt like ages since they'd left the condo but in reality she knew it couldn't have been more than two or three hours ago. It was probably hardly past one in the morning. She wanted to demand something from him in return for her help, but she knew it was unwise to do that. She could bargain with him later if she needed to. Remember that time I helped save your life? You owe me! It was an excellent bargaining chip.
"Ready?" He looked like shit and she didn't want him to keep on this way. Plus, she was soaked in her own blood ad some of his. They would both need to bathe after this ordeal...but there was only one shower. He could go first she decided, since he was hurt more.
Alyson nodded and let him take her in his arms once more, growing accustomed to the way he felt around her. He was strong and hard, which was odd considering his size.
What the hell was he?
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Post by SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT on Apr 12, 2012 20:23:08 GMT -5
When Alyson was securely clinging to him once again Sebastian took a sharp, deep breath and took off running for the next rooftop. He kept pressing on this time, not wanting to stop. He knew the next time he stopped he wasn't going to be able to get back up so he just kept going. The pain was worsening and was blinding but he knew they were close, he could tell! When he finally landed on the rooftop to the Wallingford Condos Sebastian rushed to the opposite ledge and just fell straight off it. He knew exactly where their balcony was. Except he overshot, wanting to just land directly onto their balcony. Only he went a little too far to the left and at the last minute he grabbed hold of the wired railing, the two of them dangling there for a moment. He used his free hand and grabbed hold of Alyson's bare thigh, making sure he had a good grip on her so she wouldn't slip off of him.
It took him a second before he climbed up over the railing, allowing Alyson to get down and then stumbling his way into the condo. He was a wreck. He'd been shot before but it wasn't usually like this. He'd taken a bullet to the abdomen and the chest, but not at the same time. He'd gotten Prestine to fish them out for him in the past.
Staggering through the living room he pulled at his shirt which was sticking to him, matted with blood and sweat. He was sure that Alyson was probably covered in the sickly liquid as well but he didn't pay her any mind at the moment. There were two deep wounds on his back. One was just under his right shoulder blade and the other was lower down near his waist and just a little to the left of his protruded spine. That was the one that hurt the most. He called out his sister's name, unsure if she were home or not. It was't as if she would be seated on the couch watching the news, if she were home she would be in her room with that pathetic excuse for a human. There was no answer, so he called out her name once more and went towards the kitchen.
When he reached the kitchen he leaned against the fridge and just slouched against it for a minute catching his breath. He hated feeling this way and he wanted to get himself better as quick as he could. He slid off the fridge and found the butcher block, where he grabbed a medium sized cutting knife and gripped the hilt loosely, letting it sort of hang there by his side as he slowly made his way back out to the living room and got down on his knees in front of the large coffee table.
Sebastian looked up at Alyson finally, seeing that she was in fact drenched and looked a wreck herself. "In the hall closet. There's a toolbox.. I think." He was unsure whether or not Prestine took it for some weird kinky act. He hoped not. "There should be some pliers." He figured he didn't need to say anymore and just looked at her as if he were ready to fall asleep. His eyelids were hanging low over his eyes as he watched her, but he was unsure if she understood him or not.
"Get them."
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Post by ALYSON MONTGOMERY on Apr 12, 2012 20:45:06 GMT -5
The blond tried her best not to think about what was happening. She felt blood trickling down her arms and legs, her dress was damp with it in some spots, and she was certain she had it smeared here and there on her body. They probably looked like, well, like they had left a shootout.
She had no clue where they were, but when he ran towards the edge of the building and fell off the side, she shrieked, clinging hard to him. What the hell was he doing! When they stopped suddenly. She tore her face away from his neck, where she had managed to bury it, and looked around. He was hoisting them onto the balcony.
He was clearly not even a little human.
She watched him stagger, letting her own pounding heard die down. She followed him in finally, keeping the door open, and watching as he made his way towards the kitchen. In the light she could see him more clearly; his skin was so ashy white it was practically gray, as if all color had seeped from him. His shirt was crimson, blood painted across his arms and cheek and even a bit in his hair. She imagined some of it was her, and she remembered her own wound. Her hazel eyes looked down to it, examining it. It was by far the worst cut she had ever received, but she would deal. Her threshold for pain was probably a little too high, not that she went about telling people that.
By the time she was looking up again he had managed to come back towards her, a knife in his hands. He dropped at the coffee table and pity filled her eyes. she clearly felt sorry for him.
"In the hall closet. There's a toolbox.. I think. There should be some pliers. Get them."
No please? She found herself thinking and then internally scolded her childish self. Arrogant prick or not, he was wounded and practically knocking on deaths door!
Alyson made her way to the hallway closet and looked around. The toolbox was on the top and it took a little effort for her to get it down, her arm aching as she used it the way she was. Finally she got it down and started back towards the living room, stopping suddenly and staring at the front door.
She could go. There was no way he could stop her, and if she didn't help him he might just die. If he didn't she could alert the police and they would be there to haul him off before he had the chance to get away. She stood there, staring, unsure what to do. Go! What the hell are you waiting for! Her mind told her and she gulped. It would take a solid five minutes for him to probably even notice she was gone if she left quietly enough.
The sound of him in pain in the other room made her heart ache for him ever so slightly. Why! Why did she have to give any amount of shit for him at all after what he'd done! Her chance at freedom was right there! She felt her eyes redden, unsure what to do with herself.
Another soft whimper and she knew she had to tend to him. It would be cruel not to. She moved back to the living room, her dreams of freedom flitting away like smoke in the wind. She tried t push the thought out of her mind as she kneeled beside him, opening the toolbox and rooting around for the pliers. Finally she found them and slid them in front of him. "Breath." She reminded. He looked terrible and she actually felt bad for him, though she knew she shouldn't. He didn't deserve her pity. He didn't deserve anything from her.
"Where are your towels?" She asked, reaching out for the knife, unsure if he would allow her to take it. "Let me cut your shirt off."
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Post by SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT on Apr 12, 2012 21:10:36 GMT -5
"Screw the towels! Cut them out!" Sebastian practically growled at her in his blinding pain. He held the knife up for her to take out of his hand, just wanting to get the bullets out of his damn back! They HAD to be in the back where he couldn't just get them himself.
"My body is trying to heal but they're making it a little difficult." He gave a little cough and nearly choked on his own tongue but took a deep breath and stopped himself from gagging. He looked like shit, his body was reacting in such a violent way that with a glance at his skin he thought he was about to change. The sun was nowhere close to coming up and he was turning gray!
"You have to cut in with the knife and use the pliers to pull them out. Pretend you're a surgeon." He grumbled and felt beads of sweat drop into his eyes. He shut them tightly and shook his head, trying his best not to move too much. He knew she had to cut the shirt off him and a part of him that could still think couldn't believe that she was actually going to help him.
If it were him, he would have walked out the door and not looked back. But she was going to try and help. "I could give two shits about a mess." He mumbled and remembered that she was hurt too. He wanted to tend to her wound but he just couldn't do it. He felt his skin tightening and he shut his eyes tight and opened his mouth in a silent cry.
"Dammit Alyson get them OUT!"
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Post by ALYSON MONTGOMERY on Apr 12, 2012 22:35:05 GMT -5
She took the knife from him, a little surprised at how willing she was to pass it to her. She could easily kill him if she wanted. He was weak and vulnerable, but she knew he knew if she wanted to do anything she would have by now. How many opportunities had she passed up already that evening? She could have gotten the cops involved, she could have walked out, she could slit his damn throat...but she didn't do anything.
What did he mean his body was trying to heal? It sounded almost like he was healing as they spoke. Didn't he realize it would take time to heal? She'd cute her foot nearly a week ago and the scab was just beginning to show signs of coming off as the new skin beneath grew over the wound.
"You have to cut in with the knife and use the pliers to pull them out. Pretend you're a surgeon." Her jaw dropped and she stared at his back. Was he serious? He expected her to just cut into her like that? She was dumbfounded. Never, in all her years, had she ever even attempted to think about doing something like this. The closest she came was pulling a splinter out of her little cousins pinky finger four summers ago.
"I..." "Dammit Alyson get them OUT!" She jumped at the severity of his voice, startled by him. Her hand shook a little and she looked at his back. Finally, she reached down and grabbed hold of his shirt where a bullet hole had clearly ripped through. She tore at it with the knife, making the hole larger. She could see his knobby spine protruding and she sucked in a sharp breath, trying not to focus on it. Finally her eyes landed on the bullet wound.
What she saw surprised her and her lips parted as she stared. There was a scab forming already at the edge of the cut. It had taken at least an entire day for a flimsy scab to cover her foot, and thirty minutes after being shot one was already forming on him? What the hell was that! His head seemed to lull and she could tell he was in pain, so she shoved the thought fro her mind and held the knife to his wound. What was she supposed to do?
She licked her lips, her brows furrowed deep in concentration as she poked at his back with the knife. "I..I don't think I can do this." She told him truthfully, scared to death at this task. She hadn't signed up for this! Snarky remarks? Sure! Tantrums? Absolutely! But surgery?
"I can't." She whined.
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Post by SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT on Apr 12, 2012 22:52:54 GMT -5
Sebastian braced himself for the incision that would come from the knife, since it would end up hurting all over again. It was like an infection and when you poked at it then it just started to hurt and throb more. When his shirt came off he didn't feel the knife stabbing into his back and he didn't understand why. His body was slowly getting weaker and he was growing tired. He left like he was being poisoned. And unlucky for him he knew what that was like. Lucky for him he was able to get the poison out of his system before it spread and became lethal but he'd been an agonizing pain for days after that. The one thing that Sebastian hated was when something was in your system when you turned to stone you were in a state of unstoppable torture until the sun went down. He recalled when he went through his training to become a Guardian and they purposely would stab the cadets and force them to leave the wounds in there as they turned to stone. The thought of that was unbearable. He wasn't going to have those in him when the sun came up! Good thing he still had time.
"What do you mean you can't?" He asked but his voice was fainter than usual. Sebastian twisted to look at her and felt the pain all over again and let out a sharp gasp and he decided he better just rest his head down on the table. He coughed a little and shut his eyes. He just needed to take a minute to figure out what he was going to do.
"Then just go clean yourself up. I'll be right here." He croaked and could feel a film of his own sweat between his face and the wooden table. He was disgusting and felt it. He wanted to get cleaned up but he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. He didn't think he could even walk to the shower and he twitched a bit at the thought.
He could always just wait for his sister. She'd have to come home eventually and when she did he'd make her take them out before the sun came up. He just hoped she wasn't planning on staying out until the last possible second because then he'd be fucked.
"You know where the medicine kit is." Sebastian told her, referring to her arm wound, not wanting it to get infected and all disgusting. He didn't think he could even open his eyes now. He didn't know if she was even in the room with him anymore! And he didn't want to move to check either, not that he heard any departing footsteps.
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Post by ALYSON MONTGOMERY on Apr 12, 2012 23:23:34 GMT -5
He was utterly pathetic. He wasn't even snapping at her anymore, he was growing so weak. She pursed her lips, knowing she had to help him, but somehow she felt that stabbing him would make it worse! At least you would have tried taunted her mind and she watched him.
He told her to clean herself off and that he would be right there, but she could clearly see him growing more and more faint with each breath. What the hell was she supposed to do!
She stared at the wound and she swore the scab had grown in the few seconds she'd looked away. How? How on earth was it doing that? She gulped and held the knife point to his skin, hesitating there for a moment.
"I'm sorry.." She whispered before plunging the tip of the knife into the wound. Sebastian tensed immediately and snapped to life it seemed. It startled Alyson, and the knife went in deeper as he screamed hard. She took a step back suddenly, horrified by the reaction, the knife sticking out of his back. What had she done? Wide eyed she stared in utter terror, fearing she'd done more harm than good.
Shit!
Sebastian's reaction given by Sebastian in order to move thread along - power playing
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Post by PRESTINE DAVENPORT on Apr 12, 2012 23:23:49 GMT -5
It had been a lovely evening. Kitten wasn't allowed t come out and play as Sebastian's pet was. In fact, he was a little surprised she was still alive! When Sebastian had mentioned wanting a pet of his own, she had the feeling that it was a phase that would last perhaps a night or to, and she would be dead by the weekend. He'd proven her wrong.
He had kept the girl alive but had done a poor job in training her. She was still unruly. He hadn't made her submit to him yet, which was odd. Kitten quivered at her touch. Alyson glowered at his sight. It struck her as odd. She had told her brother to show patience, but she hadn't meant for him to allow her to do as she pleased. He was wasting his time and energy on the little whore, but fortunately for him she had found a new play thing for him! Only she didn't know her name or where to find her again. It didn't matter, she would scour the city in search of her if it was Sebastian's wish! She had so much fun with the young Blurr, surprisingly.
She swung her bag over her shoulder, a new sense of calm about her. She could give Kitten another chance, but he would have to behave! No more of his clingy, silly nonsense!
As she reached the top floor, a sound struck her heart and she stared at their door. "Sebastian." She whispered to herself, so quick to run down the hall she was practically a blur.
The door swung open and she stared in horror at the scene unfolded before her. Alyson drenched in blood, her brother practically swimming in it, a knife sticking out of his back as he bellowed in agony. How had she done this to him? How could he let his guard down.
In a flash she was at Alyson, a hand on the girls neck as she began to squeeze. "How dare you!" She growled, her features seeming to darken, her canines visible like she was a wild animal ready to rip the little blond to shreds. Which was accurate. She had every intention of ripping her throat clear out of her pretty, little neck!
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Post by SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT on Apr 12, 2012 23:46:10 GMT -5
Sebastian had decided he'd just lay there slumped over the table and not move a muscle. If he didn't move it didn't hurt as much. His stomach was doing somersaults and he thought he was going to heave again but he didn't bother to move. If he threw up he'd just do it right there all over the carpet. He didn't give a flying rat's ass.
Until suddenly he did give a flying rat's ass.
He didn't even hear the sorry but he felt the sudden stab and the pain was so bad he could feel it in his teeth! He let out such a hard scream that his lungs ached, while his body jerked and tensed up. He made the mistake of moving and causing the knife to go in further. His knuckles turned white against the table and he shut his eyes tight and tried to stop himself from shouting. He bit down on his tongue and whined a little bit as the pain began to die down a bit, although he had a goddamned knife protruding out of his back now!
As the sudden burst of adrenaline seemed to give him back some of his strength his eyes opened wide and clearly bloodshot. His senses heightened by the surge that shot through his veins. He heard another voice in the room that he recognized instantly.
"How dare you!"
He knew what was going to happen next and he snapped around and got up to his feet. He didn't care if there was a knife, bullets or anything else sticking in his back. He didn't care about the pain right now. He saw red when he saw Prestine's hand pressed against Alyson's throat in a very similar way that Sebastian had early that day.
He had just enough strength to pry his sister off and give her the hardest shove he possibly could in that moment before he wrapped his body around Alyson, his arms encasing her to his chest as if he were a shield. "You harm a hair on her head and I will make your precious little immigrant unrecognizable to his own mother." Sebastian said in a dangerously low voice and nearly collapsed on top of Alyson.
"Now will someone please be so kind as to get this shit out of my BACK?!" And that was about all the strength that Sebastian had for that day.
Permission to power play from Alyson and Prestine.
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Post by ALYSON MONTGOMERY on Apr 13, 2012 0:09:53 GMT -5
Everything happened so quickly, Alyson didn't know which way was up anymore her head seemed to be spinning. One moment she was attempting to cut bullets from her captors back, the next she was being held by her throat once more. It took a moment for Alyson to even understand what was going on, but it became clear all too quickly.
His sister had come in, seen the knife in his back, them both drenched in blood, and had assumed the worst. Did she really think, after everything she saw, that Alyson was capable of stabbing Sebastian? She would have said if her windpipe wasn't currently being crushed.
It took maybe a second for Sebastian to come to her aid, pushing his sister away and wrapping his arms protectively around her. She was a little shocked, considering she had sort of stabbed him. She expected him to blow up in a white rage of fury, but he didn't. His arms were gentle, and she wasn't sure if it was because he was intending them to be or he was too weak for them to be anything but.
What was more, he was threatening the life of her pet if she harmed her. She gulped and looked at the sister, befuddled. This was shaping up to be such a strange night. Near deaths were now at three, and all three times she'd been saved by him.
Maybe she could make him love her..
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Post by PRESTINE DAVENPORT on Apr 13, 2012 0:32:06 GMT -5
Confusion ripped through her when Sebastian saved the girl from her wrath. What on earth possessed him to do that? Was it some sort of sick, twisted game he'd come up with? Was he into being sliced? How had she never known this!
Her eyes were wide with wonder as she tried to regain composure, not phased by the shove he'd given. He'd done so much worse, and he could tell by the strength behind his act of aggression that he was weak. Very weak.
"Sebastian.." She started, her voice cool but stern. "Now will someone please be so kind as to get this shit out of my BACK?!" Eyes narrowed she moved over and took a look at his back for the first time. It was clear he'd been shot and on closer examination she noticed the wound on the girls arm. She grinned, mischievously at first but then it broadened to a full Cheshire cat smile. He was so pathetically bad at this!
"Let her go, Sebastian." She commanded, shaking her head. "I need you on your stomach." She waited patiently for her brother to let his silly pet go. She helped Sebastian onto the coffee table, not caring if he was comfortable. There would be time for comfort later. She needed to save his idiot life first.
Once he was down she pulled the knife out in one quick stroke, holding her brothers shoulder down to keep him from moving or bucking, ignoring his yelps of pain. She wished she had her ball gag out there. Prestine then took the knife and held it pointing at Alyson. "Get the first aid kit that you were treated with the other night." She commanded, her voice stern like she was talking to a disobedient child. "In the kitchen there are bowls. Fill one with hot water and bring it here. I'll need towels." She stared at the girl who obviously thought she had more to say. "GO!" She commanded harshly before turning back to her brother. "Now wheeere were we?" She practically sang, sounding suddenly giddy again.
"Oh! Bullets!" Instead of asking where he got them, she pushed his back around the bullets, and then laid her palm down, pressing him firmly into the table. "This is going to huuurt.." She sang again and pushed the knife back in, poking at the bullet and trying to wedge it up to the surface, again ignoring his painful cries. "No whining, brother." She teased. "Oh, Sebastian! I met this wonderful girl tonight, you would have adored her!" She gushed, seeing the little metal bullet now. She pushed the skin hard and put the knife down on his back, reaching for the pliers. "Perhaps when you're..finished with this current toy, we could find this one! She was delicious! We had the most wonderful time breaking and entering, which reminds me. I got your pet a present. It's in my bag."
She saw Alyson return with the bowl and towels. "Good girl." She said as if she truly were a dog. She reached a towel in and moistened it, ringing it before dabbing at the blood on his back. "If I run into her again I'm just going to bring her home. She would be a blast to play with! Maybe we could share her! I mean, you have your pet and I have mine. Siblings share! Oh, stop wiggling, I'm halfway through." he insisted as she picked up the knife and began poking at bullet number two.
"She would never let bullets land in you, either. Probably. What did you even do tonight? Why on earth would you take her out? What an idiot thing to do. Play things are indoor toys, Sebastian." She smacked the back of his head with her one hand before going back with the knife. "Shame on you!"
permission to PP granted by Sebastian
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Post by SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT on Apr 13, 2012 2:40:00 GMT -5
There was a part of him that didn't want to let go of Alyson. He wanted to keep her close to him where he knew he could try to protect her from his sister. However his strength was dwindling back down and when his sister pushed him onto the table he attempted to get back up but she was on his back and keeping him down. Her hand on his shoulder making sure that he didn't try to jump up and then the knife in his back were just too much for him. "Get off of me!" He shouted at her angrily, even though he knew that she was helping him. He wanted the pain to stop and when the knife dug in he couldn't bottle up his pain and he let out another yell but this one wasn't as bad as when Alyson had stabbed him. He wasn't expecting that one but he knew exactly what his sister was doing. She gave orders to Alyson and then got right to work.
He gripped the edge of the table with his right hand and squeezed it as tightly as he could. A part of him wished he had something to bite down on to keep him from biting off his damn tongue but he tried to keep himself aware of it in his mouth. He gritted his teeth and shut his eyes tight while his sister rambled on about another girl that he'd found to be his pet. Sebastian was perfectly content with his current pet but he couldn't voice his opinion or say much of anything. He could now feel the pliers digging into his back. He tensed up when he felt the pressure and the pain from the pliers, feeling like they were pinching at his insides and he tried to jerk and throw his sister off but he didn't have the strength for it.
Sebastian turned his head and broke into his second cold sweat while his sister started cleaning the blood off of his back. She was so nonchalant about the entire thing, discussing wanting to share a pet with him. Not that he was really listening. His vision kept going in and out of focus but he could see Alyson and just sort of looked at her blankly for a minute before his eyes shut and he took a few raspy breaths. He had to prepare himself for round number two.
Unfortunately he didn't have enough time.
As the knife dug in his cries of sheer agony began again and he tried to buck and throw his sister off of him once more to no avail. There was nothing that Sebastian could do except lay there and grunt and groan. "Will you stop talking and get it out?" He growled at her and then she hit the back of his head and he let out a little grunt. Then there was the knife again. He just hoped she was close to done because he didn't know if he'd be able to take anymore.
But then he could feel the digging and he assumed she almost had it. He hoped she had it. "She needed fresh air and I decided to join a gunfight without a gun." He said weakly and his eyes panned over to where Alyson had been and hoping she was still there. He was physically exhausted. When Prestine was done with him he was pretty sure he wasn't going to be able to get off that table and do anything.
"Take care of her arm Prestine. Don't let it get infected." He told his sister and then closed his eyes once more. There was only so much pain he could take and he started to think he was on the verge of passing out.
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