[CLOSED] like a puzzle.

[deacon reid rudman]

"You're acting like the fucking boogeyman is coming out of the damn closet, Connor! You're more edgy than you were on drugs! What's gotten into you?" He asked, more hurt by the way he was acting than anything. "You know what? I don't wanna know. Just go back to bed. You don't need to be moving around." He got up, holding Bandit close to him as he walked out of he room, slamming the door behind him. He sat Bandit down near her blocks, handing her the next one. "F?"

"F for fench fies." She said, handing it back to him. He sat it down next to the others, handing her the next block.

"G is for ghost." She said, and handed it back.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor bit his lip, looking away in shame. He didn't know what was wrong...
He winced as the door slammed. Drugs.. Just the mention brought on a stronger urge than he had had since quitting. His backpack wasn't in here though. He drew in a breath, looking up. Adam gazed back down at him, hair like their fathers.
He rubbed at his eyes. 'You're an idiot Connor.' A voice taunted. A smile passed his plbrother's lips, suddenly morphing into a screaming Jonathan. This was worse than any trip he had had before. 'Cut your wrists Connor... Make it all go away....'

He fumbled for something, anything, found a toothpick on the floor and began digging at his wrists, laughter in his head growing stronger.

'You fucking fool you're no son of mine. Come on, Connor, come see Daddy...' Jon was undressing, reached out. Connor screamed, throwing himself off the bed and at the door in a flurry of shadows and black feathers, clawing at it desperately. "N-no!! Lemme out!" He sobbed.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon heard another thud and Connor scream, saw Bandit wince, then start screaming in terror. She scrambled for the couch as he scrambled for the stairs, taking them two at a time. He ran down the hall, pushing the door open. But it was hard to get it open with Connor pushing against it.

"Damnit, Connor! Let up!" He screamed, finally managing a gap in the door. He realized the room was dark and quickly shut the lights off before the blown bulbs caused a fire. He grabbed Connor, pulling him out into the hall where there was light. "You're okay, Connor! Stop screaming!" He reached over, brushing his hair off his forehead. He felt like he was falling in love all over again, seeing Connor for the first time despite being completely pissed at him. "You're okay."

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor stumbled forward, hugging Deacon tightly and looking over his shoulder. But there was nobody in the room, no voices in his head. He let out a shaky breatb, doubling over in the middle of the hall as he gagged softly, dropping to his knees, wings unfurling on the floor.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon hugged him tightly, drawing back as he dropped to the floor. He chewed on one of his snakebites, kneeling down carefully down beside him. He ran his fingers gently through Connor's hair, watching him carefully.

"Daddy.." Bandit cried from the foot of the stairs, slowly crawling up and over to them. She rubbed Connor's back gently, pushing his hair back and out of his face. "Daddy?"

"Daddy's sick.." He said quietly, biting his lip harder. 'They can't leave him alone..' He thought, tears falling down his cheeks.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor leaned forward, bracing his weight on knees and elbows. He closed his eyes, slumping in exhaustion. He drew in quick breaths, and was out cold in moments, whimpering softly. He clawed at his bleeding wrists.

[deacon reid rudman]

"Connor, stop!" He cried, grabbing him by the wrists. He looked over brokenly at him, hated the feeling of Connor's blood dripping down his palms. "Why are you doing this? I thought you were okay.." He breathed, holding his wrists tightly to stop the bleeding. For once, he didn't know how to make it better, didn't know how to make it better. His world was coming down around him all over again, and all he could do was watch.

'Bandit needs her wings.' Someone in his head said, and he looked up, shaking his head.

"You can't take her back.. Not now.." He pleaded, didn't have the time to go and get her when they were done giving back the wings they had stripped her of. He closed his eyes at the sudden bright light, and then his baby was gone.

"Fuck.. When it rains it fucking pours.." He mumbled.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor shuddered. With the sudden light he screamed, writhing, and buried his face. "I dunno..." He choked, eyes closed. He gazed down at his wrists. "J-Jon was in there..." He rasped insistantly, wiped more drool shakily from his lips, crying softly. What had they done with Bandit?

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon hugged him close, looking warily into the dark room. But it was empty. The entire house was eerily quiet without Bandit there. He ran his fingers through his hair, kissing his forehead gently. "He's not here, Connor.. He's not gonna hurt you, okay?" He tipped his chin back to Connor would look at him, gently stroking his cheek.

'What if they make you choose? What if they don't give her back? Who would you choose then, Deacon? Your precious little girl or the boy you're so madly in love with? Which would you choose if they made you?' Death taunted, and Deacon bit his lip again. He knew better than to believe him, but it hurt to think that one day he wouldn't have a choice; Connor was going to be gone.

"I love you.." He breathed, brushing his hair out of his eyes.

[connor crayze sykes]

Connor huffed. "Y-you're lying," He muttered bitterly, staring back in a frightened defiance, blue eyes growing emoitonless as every minute passed. He stared at him when he said he loved him. "E-everyone lies.." He insisted, nerves too high. Normally he would have replied differently, smiled even.

'One bullet Connor. You or I. I died for you and you fucked everything up.'

Connor cried softly. Adam would have never said such a thing, but in his delusional state it all seemed so believable...
He glanced uo, the flash of an image of somebody standing in the doorway, and yelled angrily, wings stretching and hands fisting as he screamed at whatever he had seen, shadows changing and crawling in his sudden fear and rage.