[Closed]King of Crazy

[devon splyce parker]

Devon shook his head angrily, ratty wings fully spread. "My brother," He snarled. "Everyone else...they're afraid of me or-..or hate me."

His clawed grip only tightened further on arm and neck, long, sharp teeth bared and dripping with drool. "They all call me fuckin' crazy.." It upset him, even if he clearly was. He had never been provided proper help.

Eyes flashed dangerously, though he clearly wasn't about to ease up on his grip.

[duskin]

"You're not crazy." He said quietly, looking up at him. He wanted to move, relieve his wings a bit, but knew it would only frighten him. "Crazy is testing strange drugs on people. Insanity is doing something over and over again, expecting a different result. You're just.. a creature of what was done to you. Your body goes into fight or flight when you're being tortured, and hurt. You chose to fight. I don't think you're crazy. Neither does Dallas. I think you're a person of terrible circumstances. And you haven't coped with it well. I wouldn't either. Dallas hasn't, being tortured by her sister."

He slowly shifted his back, his wing no longer crushed against the weight. "You are what you were made to be. You just need help, that's all."

[devon splyce parker]

Devon shook his head miserably. "You don't get it," He hissed. He backed off. "That kid in the park?!" And sudden;y he shifted with a terrible snarl, a dark, massive canine-like beast, threw himself at the Angel once more.

'Make sense now?' He backed off, ears pinned back, sharp teeth bared. A single knock on the door however and his ears perked. He whimpered, taking shelter by running down the hall and into the nearest bedroom he could reach.

[duskin]

He heard the knock at the door, and saw him run off. He looked down at his bloody arm, and quickly took off his shirt, holding it to his arm. He retracted his wings with a painful wince.

"One second!" He called, stumbling to the kitchen. He dropped his shirt, then ran his arm under water. He grabbed a paper towel, holding it to his wound. He walked to the door, opening it slowly.

"Yes?" He asked, holding the towel to his arm with a shaking hand.

[dylan flambyte parker]

Dylan glanced up with a smirk as the door was opened, cocked an eyebrow as he took in the marks on his throat and the paper towel held to his arm.

"You ah, seen my brother? 'Bout ye' tall, black hair, a bit on the insane side..?"
His eyes narrowed in challenge, he had obviously seen traces of blood leading this way, had been desperate enough to look that closely. "And don't fuckin' lie to me either. I need a word with the fuckhead."

[duskin]

"I think you need a word with God, treating people like they're animals." He said, stepping aside. He looked down at his arm and realized he was bleeding onto the floor. He started to get lightheaded, walking back over to the sink. He just prayed this guy wouldn't find Dallas.

"I don't know where he went. But I can tell you he's not in the downstairs bathroom. Please don't go in there.." He said, leaning against the sink. If he lost anymore blood he was going to pass out. "My sister is in there. She's hurt, okay? Just please don't go in there.."

[dylan flambyte parker]

Dylan glared at the guy, shrugging, and stepped into the house, glancing around. He threw doors open, tossing things around, and found Devon curled on the floor on the other side of the bed gazing up at him with emotionless baby blue eyes.

Dylan grinned, moving around to the cornered male, and he swiped a knife his way.

He screeched as it was drawn across his chest, teeth sharp, and he hauled himself over the bed and out of the room, slamming the door in his brothers face. "You let him in!" He snarled wildly upon passing Duskin in the kitchen.

[duskin]

'I'm gonna have one hell of a mess to clean up later.' He thought, hanging onto conciousness. He heard Devon, but he sounded a million miles away.

"And Dallas let you in.." He snapped back, closing his eyes. He laid his head down near the sink, feeling like he was dying all over again.

"Dusk?" He heard Dallas call from the bathroom, and opened his eyes slowly. 'Please.. Please don't leave the bathroom.. Close the door.. Lock it.. Just stay in there.' He thought. "Dallas, stay.. in there.." He said as loud as he could, which probably wasn't loud at all, because Dallas was standing in the doorway, a towel wrapped around her.

"D-Dusk?" She mumbled, backing away from the door.

[devon splyce parker]

"I'm sorry.." Devon whimpered. "I'm sorry.." He stared at the angel, unsure how to help him, panicked when he heard Dylan leave the bedroom down the hall.

"I'll fuck you up you idiot!"
Devon shrank back, sitting down beside Duskin and wrapping a firm hand around his arm, applying pressure to slow the bleeding.
He had no way to get rid of the guy coming at them now.

"Go 'way!" He snarled.
"You really think these people care about you? Look at this Devon. You hurt him! You can't fix this you fuckin' monster. You can't be loved because all you do is kill!"

Devon swallowed, shrinking back against the counter with Duskin protectively, using him as a shield more than anything. Dylan wouldn't try and kill anybody. He was a demon, but looked for other things than what Devon did.

[dallas emery atkins]

"That's not true!" Dallas cried, walking over to Devon and Duskin. Duskin seemed to be regaining some consciousness. She wrapped her arms around Devon, laying her head on his chest.

"He's just a person.. He can be loved. I can love you. You can be my friend.." She said quietly, hugging him tightly.

"Why you gotta be so mean to him?" She asked Dylan, still clinging to Devon. "He's just.. hurt.. That's all. And I'm not gonna let you hurt him.." She was only half aware of what happened between him and Duskin, but knew to be treated this way was wrong. "So you may as well leave, mister. I'm not gonna let you hurt him. You're just like Dru. All you do is hurt people."