[OPEN] three strikes you're out.

[devon splyce parker]

Devon nodded slowly. "Yeah.." He mumbled. He shifted his weight as he watched him go, traced bloody fingertips over the white bedsheet slowly.

He jumped as he came back in, working his jaw, and shook his head. When Zander hugged him, he buried his face. He peered back over at Deacon, lips curling some.

He gazed down at one of his raw wrists from the cuffs, tracing the circular pattern slowly and curiously.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon sighed. He was getting agitated. Between Devon being stubborn and his brother not showing up, he was about to just walk out. He wasn't a good person to be around when he was agitated.

"I'll be back." He muttered, walking out of the room. He closed the door behind him, and a nurse came in a few minutes later to switch them to the room Deacon preferred because of all the windows.

Zander sat next to him on the new bed, tipping his chin back to kiss him. "Hey, everything's alright.." He whispered, hugging him close.

[devon splyce parker]

Devon fought the change, but eased up some at the gentle kiss. He glanced curiously towards the windows, head tilting to the side. He tensed as the door opened, looking up, expecting to see Deacon coming back. He hissed when he saw Dylan, who glared right back at him.

"Fucker, trying to save your insane ass?"
Devon dug fingers against the bed as he felt his nails sharpening into claws, staring coldly back.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon came back a little bit later balancing three cokes. He walked slowly into the room, almost running into Dylan.

"If I knew we were having a party, I woulda got jello shots." He said, handing a coke to Zander and Devon. He pushed one at Dylan, nodding towards the door. He followed him out, snatching up his clipboard.

Zander sat the coke aside, not sure he trusted Deacon. "Devon.. Devon, ease up.." He mumbled, stroking his cheek gently. "He's gone now, okay? I won't let him hurt you.." He kissed him gently, obviously worried.

Deacon watched them from the other end of the hall, glancing over at Dylan occasionally. "You're gonna tell me some big long story about how he needs to be shipped away?" He asked flatly.

[devon splyce parker]

Devon eyed the soda curiously a moment, glancing back at the door. Briefly he was distracted by Zander's words, met the kiss, blue eyes confused before he looked away, staring down at the floor.

Dylan eyed the soda, but didn't want to touch it. "Look, I got somewhere to go okay? I'll be honest though, I used to love him," He pointed towards the room. "I-...when my boyfriend died I didn't-..." He let out a slow breath. "I didn't know how to fucking cope, and Devon had never understood much..I guess being able to take my feeling out on him was just-...easier.." He bit his lip, and suddenly realized how horrible it all sounded.

"He's an aswang, or something like that. A cannibal. Even when he was little, he killed things. We thought whatever, until he was eating them. That's fucked, if you ask me. I-...I hate what I am as much as the next Incubus probably does, and yeah...I've made him cut himself and-...and maybe raped him two or three times when I just couldn't-..." He let out a slow breath.

[deacon reid rudman]

Deacon raised a surprised eyebrow at him. After he said he had raped him, he was convinced he was hearing things. "Uh.. yeah, you're free.. to go, I guess.." He mumbled, looking back over at the two. Zander was running a shaking hand through Devon's hair. It was obvious he was scared. Deacon asked to borrow one of the nurse's computers, scrolling through what seemed like endless pages of things about what Devon was.

'Telling him not to kill is like telling me not to kill.' He thought, chewing on his lip. He pushed away from the computer, and walked back into the room. He looked Devon over, tapping his clipboard on his leg. "Do you think you can stop? Or slack off? Or like, kill something else?" He asked slowly.

[devon splyce parker]

Devon looked up as Dylan paused by the door, then left. He chewed on his lip, curling up close to Zander. When Deacon spoke, he eyed him warily. "Stop what?" Eyebrows furrowed as he went on further, jaw trembling.

"I didn't hurt nobody..." He insisted brokenly, unaware ofthe files they had been given, profiles of all the dead victims. He shrank back further, clawed fingers digging deep into his own skin. "I didn't do nothin'..." He whimpered.

[deacon reid rudman]

Zander jumped, grabbing Devon gently by the wrists. He pulled him close, rubbing his back slowly. "Stop hurting yourself.." He whispered, reaching up to stroke his hair.

"No one is saying you did anything wrong, Devon. And if they try and charge you, I think we can get them to drop them. But you're going to need help. They aren't going to let you walk if you don't plan to at least try to change. They're going to think you're an animal and lock you in a cage and that's no way to fix this." Deacon said, setting his clipboard down. He wanted to hug him; the boy looked so fragile. But he couldn't. "We're gonna help you, okay? But you have to want to help yourself."

[devon splyce parker]

Devon drew his hands back as Zander grabbed his wrists, staring down at the blood surfacing from the punctures. He quieted some, easing up at the familiar touch, the comfort he found there.

"'Kay..." He mumbled unsurely, still confused but scared. Somewhere he knew he had taken those innocent lives. "I am a animal..." He mumbled, pulling away some. "Been told that lots..." He looked away, baby blue eyes confused and hurt.

[deacon reid rudman]

"You aren't a monster. You can't help it what you are. Me and you both kill people. But not because we think it's fun and games. It's because we need to, it's who we are. Do you want to stay here over night and I'll see if you're being charged and if we can get you a lawyer?" He asked, sitting down in his chair. He wasn't sure what he was going to rule this as. But he knew Devon had no choice.