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Post by devon splyce parker on Jun 2, 2012 2:35:45 GMT -5
Dylan had tried coaxing Devon out of the bedroom when he came through the door and headed straight towards it, was clueless of how he had even got out of the hospital, worried by the blood streak on an unblemished cheek. He knew it wasn't Dvon's blood, knew he had been craving it most likely after being locked up so long.
But he hadn't expected the sirens.
Another ear splitting plea to be let go rang out as Devon was dragged from the bed by two men, his claws tearing down the sheets. "No! Don't touch mee!" He thrashed as Dylan gritted hid teeth, trying to get out of the restraint of two more. "Leave my fucking brother alone! You can't just drag him out like that!"
"But you could?"
Devon jerked as they argued, sobbed.
"We're taking him into state custody. He has needs you nor your parents can provide, the house is a mess, and by law right now he should be at the hospital, not to mention the boy he just killed in the park."
They handcuffed Devon to the bed post to pull proof of a warrant as their father's came in questioning.
Devon gritted his teeth, yanking at his wrists angrily until blood welled under the metal. He bared sharpened teeth, yanking with a pained cry. But it was night and he had far more strength. The bed post groaned, splintering and snapping and he stumbled, ducking past the others.
Dylan scampered for hedge cutters by the door, snapped the chain between cuffs. "Run Devon, get outta here okay? I'll find you when it's safe."
He shoved him to the door and Devon stumbled outside, shifting into a dog depicting more of a hellhound than anything, a simple part of his breed as he ran. But only one thought ran through his head as a first shot. Zander's.
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Post by zander trey brooks on Jun 6, 2012 0:14:47 GMT -5
"I'm telling you he doesn't love me, and you're acting like I'm a fool.." Nevada said, sitting up against Zander's cabinets. It was obvious the boy had been crying; his eyes were bloodshot and his cheeks were soaked.
"And I'm telling you that that's a stupid thing to assume, Nevada. Why wouldn't Jayce love you?" Zander asked, sitting across from him on the floor.
"Because he's straight!"
"Vegas-" Zander started, but Nevada lunged, pinning him down. Zander groaned, bending a knee uneasily up behind Nevada. "Nevada, get off of me.."
"Why? You're as gay as I am. And I know you aren't fucking your boyfriend. You're far too modest for that." Nevada said, moving his hips against Zander's, a tight grip on his wrists above his head.
"Nevada, get off of me." Zander said again, arching his back to try and push him off. But Vegas held his wrists down firmly.
"You're always telling me no. About everything. You're like Jayce. I haven't had sex in.. like, five months."
"You haven't been with Jayson five months, Nevada. Fuck. If you want him so bad go tell him. The worst he can say is no, Vegas."
"HE DOESN'T LOVE ME! DON'T YOU GET IT?!" He screamed, then calmly got up and walked to the bathroom, locking himself inside.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Jun 6, 2012 0:22:03 GMT -5
Devon's paws tripped up on the cut chain of the cuffs and he yelped,stumbling, and shifted back with a shaky breath. He pushed himself to his feet, not bothering look over his shoulder.
Bloodied hands pounded desperately on Zander's door, frightened tears dripping down his cheeks as he finally looked behind him. So far nobody was there. He drew in another shallow breath, heard a door close inside and jumped, waiting uneasily.
The momemt the door was even opened he was gone though, ducking past and around the corner into the bedroom, crouching to hide on the other side of the bed.
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Post by zander trey brooks on Jun 6, 2012 0:34:57 GMT -5
Zander heard a knock on the door, and got up from the floor. He opened the door, was barely out of the way when Devon darted through. He closed the door, looking down the hall in a confused daze. Devon was really here? He walked to the bedroom, peering around the corner. "Devon?" He asked, moving around the bed to sit by him.
"Devon, what are you doing here?" He asked, reaching over to brush his hair back. He pulled the boy's wrist into his lap, gently pressing his hand to it. He was almost praying he wasn't in trouble. He didn't know how much any of them could take before they finally broke. And he was already on edge.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Jun 6, 2012 0:41:01 GMT -5
Devon was tugging angrily at one of the cuffs around a wrist, tensing as Zander pulled his arm close. He looked up at him warily, then away, peeking quietly over the edge of the bed. He didn'tsay a word, taking his bleeding arm back and making room under the bed, clearly ready to crawl under and not come out. He wiped at his cheeks some, angry with himself. After a moment he went back to his tugging, growled finally. And then her realized how close Zander was, threw himself forwards and hugged him, body shaking. "Don't let 'em take me.... 'm sorry..." He cried.
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Post by zander trey brooks on Jun 6, 2012 0:47:41 GMT -5
Zander watched him warily, but still wrapped his arms tightly around him when he was hugged. He kissed his neck gently, holding him close. "Shh.. It's okay, baby.. No one's gonna take you anywhere.." He breathed, slowly rubbing his back. He didn't know how Devon got out of the hospital, or why he was half cuffed and bleeding on his bedroom floor; all he knew was he was happy to have the boy in his arms.
"You want to hide somewhere for a little while? Marc's just a floor up. You can stay there until whatever this is blows over, okay?" He said, hugging him tightly.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Jun 6, 2012 0:52:20 GMT -5
Devon cried softly, nodded. "Dylan-..." He cleared his throat, knew enough to understand Dylan couldn't keep them back at the house forever.
He bit his lip with a faintly sharp tooth, peering around warily before standing and slinking towards the door of the bedroom. He looked around it, edgy and uneasy, rubbed at his face again.
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Post by zander trey brooks on Jun 6, 2012 0:59:34 GMT -5
Zander got up after him, gently taking his hand. He lead him outside, and up to Marc's apartment, slipping inside with Devon.
"What was the yelling about?" Marc asked, sitting down the glass he was drinking out of. And Zander had no desire to ask what it was. He could smell it from where he was.
"I don't know. Nevada's bawling about Jayce. I think he's sick. Can you do me a favor?"
"Uh, sure."
"Can you keep Devon up here for a little while? He's in trouble or something."
"Yeah. Come on. Let's get that cuff off." He told the boy, nodding towards the kitchen. He grabbed his glass, watching Zander leave before he walked into the kitchen.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Jun 6, 2012 1:06:49 GMT -5
Devon swallowed, watching him warily, but followed him anyway. He stared down at the blood over his own wrists and hands, the sight easing him up as he grew rather fixated on it. If he hadn't been, he probably would have let Marcus nowhere near him, trembled faintly again like nothing more than a scared animal as he tore his eyes away, looking warily towards the door.
"Don't let 'em take me.." He mumbled softly, shifting his weight impatiently. He just wanted to go and hide.
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Post by marcus owen foster on Jun 6, 2012 1:15:23 GMT -5
Marc just smiled that infectious smile of his, searching through the drawers near him. He found a pair of wire cutters, and sat them on the counter. He finished off his glass, sitting it in the sink.
"No one knows you're here. And as long as you're quiet, no one will." He said, carefully cutting off the dangling chain. He didn't think wire cutters would do much on the thick cuff, so he lead him to the back, sitting him on the bed. "Uh.. Well, aside from cutting your hand off, we can try and crack the lock." He said, chewing on his lip.
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