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Post by devon splyce parker on Feb 24, 2012 2:13:36 GMT -5
The news would soon enough be saying a fourth child had been found dead in the past three weeks. But when Devon was starved at home, had been locked up after leaving the apartment to visit Chrystian again, he couldn't help his nature.
That had been the night before, tonight was different. The blood staining his teeth was his own from gritting his teeth and letting them sharpen in the process. They weren't that long now, short ad pointed like a dogs, canine. But he had no claws. Leathery, ratty wings trailed behind him as he tripped, collapsing in the grass against the tree with a whimper. It was about dusk, light fading fast.
His body hurt, but he didn't understand sexual harassment or beatings. He curled up quietly, awed by the fear he felt, the longing for Zander and only him...
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Post by zander trey brooks on Feb 24, 2012 2:34:48 GMT -5
Zander had just woken up, decided he may as well take a walk in the park. The doctors had told him he had brain damage, that he may have memory lapses, and if he starts to lose feeling in any of his limbs, to call the hospital. He put his hands in his pockets, his head down as he walked through the park.
He caught a glimpse of someone -or something- out of the corner of his eye. He glanced over, the figure looking suspiciously like Devon. He drew his brows together, chewing on his lip. 'Am I going nuts?' He thought.
"Devon?" He asked, taking a step closer.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Feb 24, 2012 2:44:18 GMT -5
Devon stirred, tensing at the sound of his name, a hand fisting at the grass for some sort of security or comfort. Blue eyes flicked towards the speaker, ready to try and run. But when he matched everything up and realized it was Zander, he whimpered softly.
And then he realized he was in neutral form, between full human or full demon. He curled up in shame, trying to tuckhis torn and bleeding wings to his back. "Zander..." He whispered. Fear laced his voice, and being as he showed such little emotion, being as Dylan seemed to be the one to trigger such fear, it was clear his brother had hurt him.in the shadows the tree was casting, his baby blue eyes glimmered with tears.
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Post by zander trey brooks on Feb 24, 2012 2:50:35 GMT -5
Zander saw how hurt he was, and his heart broke. He walked over to him, wrapping his arms gently around him. "Don't cry, baby.." He whispered, holding him close. Between the shock of finding out he wasn't human and that Dylan had apparently hurt him again, he didn't know what else to say.
He kept him close, feeling the need to comfort him. "Do you want to go back to my place? Take a shower?" He asked, tipping his chin back. The hurt in his eyes killed Zander. He kissed him softly, reaching up to stroke his cheek. "Or just relax or something? I'm pretty sure it's about to pour down rain. It's been growing dark all day." He kissed the corner of his mouth, not sure what else there was he could do to take the pain away.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Feb 24, 2012 10:07:03 GMT -5
Devon swallowed, nodding. He met the kisses gently. He hugged at Zander desperately, hiding his face, refusing to let go. "I missed you..." He mumbled softly. "I left Dallas' to...go see my twin brother..and Dylan was home..." His jaw trembled and he coughed softly. His lower back, legs, were starting to hurt.
His wings, already torn anyway, didn't hurt much less. The left was bleeding, the cuts across the area clean, as if created by the blade of a knife.
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Post by zander trey brooks on Feb 24, 2012 14:23:58 GMT -5
"I missed you too.." He whispered, hugging the boy close. He felt terrible. Why couldnt he ever keep the boy safe? 'What a goof boyfriend you are, dumbass. Your boyfriend is constantly being beat and you're never around. Congratulations- you're as stupid as they come.' He scolded himself, but in the back of his mind, he was screaming at his body to just get moving. Who knows where Dylan was at?
"Are you okay? What did he do?" He asked, kissing his forehead softly.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Feb 24, 2012 17:54:06 GMT -5
"H-he..." Devon swallowed, still trying to catch his breath. "Touched m-me...and..made me c-cu-...cut my stomach..." He pulled back, blood smudged stomach adorning a word often etched into his arms. 'Insane'.
Again he wrapped his arms around Zander. He didn't know how to explain rape, swallowing. His explanations had been almost childish. Voice grew gruff though, a little more knowing and aware. "He locked me in my room...with him...he-...he made me undress for him and-.." Tears rolled down his cheeks. Never had he felt this much fear or grief. He didn't even understand...
"Chrystian got me out...but...Dylan chased me here..." Coughing again, he kept his face hidden in the crook of Zander's neck. "I hurt, Zander....I don't wanna be here nomore..."
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Post by zander trey brooks on Feb 24, 2012 18:02:22 GMT -5
Zander held him close, rocking him gently. How could someone's own brother rape them? He didn't understand it. But then again, his own father had raped him enough. Normally with whatever object he could find, most of the time leaving Zander crying and bleeding on the floor. He kissed the top of his head gently, then scooped the boy into his arms. If he had chased him here, chances were that he was still looking for him. And Zander was in no place to protect the boy.
"Come on. Let's go get you cleaned up, okay?" He said quietly, slowly carrying him out of the park. He probably shouldn't be carrying anything, especially a person. But he didn't care. He made the short walk back to his apartment, then sat Devon on his feet. He unlocked the door, and lead him inside.
"You want to go lay down?" He asked, tossing his keys on the table.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Feb 24, 2012 18:10:51 GMT -5
Devon kept quiet as he was lifted, arms wrapped around Zander's neck, wings limp as he curled up some. Soon his feet met solid ground and he trailed after Zander, only relaxing further once he was inside.
He nodded, playing wit the brass knuckle in his jeans pocket absently, then staring down at his blood stomach. The cuts stung, but her was used to it enough not to complain, head tilting a bit in awe as he stared at the upside down word from his current view. Dylan never cut the words himself. He did all the other damage, then made Devon do it. To the point that the cutting had become a habit, he would do it even without Dylan around.
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Post by zander trey brooks on Feb 24, 2012 18:18:36 GMT -5
Zander showed him to the bedroom, not caring if they got bloody. They needed to be washed anyways. He fished around in his dresser, finding a pair of pajama pants. He didn't think Devon could get comfortable enough to sleep in jeans.
"You can put these on, if you want. If you wanna go take a bath, you can do that too." He pointed towards the bathroom door, then put his hands in his pockets. He walked out, giving Devon some privacy as he sat down on the couch, laying back. He had just woken up, but he felt like he could fall right back asleep. His stomach kept turning, so he rolled over onto his side, burying his face in the couch.
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