[CLOSED] it's wrong, all wrong

[caine johnson]

Clicking off the TV, Caine stretched his arms out, looking around the empty apartment. His hand searched the couch for his phone, flicking it open as he found it. One New Voicemail. He sighed, disappointed that Jayce had never replied. He put the phone up to his ear, typed the password and began to listen to the message. A lump began to grow in his throat at the first words. The next made him gag. Dead. Jayce was dead, was all that ran through his head. He stumbled to the table, grabbed his keys and rushed out the door.

His hands fumbled with the keys as he sat in the car. "Come on.. come on.." he mumbled over and over again. A short sigh as the car started. He started toward the first place he could think of, Jayce's house. Cory was there. Tears began to dampen his cheeks as he grew closer and closer. As he pulled up, he yanked his phone from his pocket. Caine wanted to hear a reasuring voice, and he could only think of Dallas. But there was no answer. His hands wiped angrily at his face as he walked to the door. "Cory!" He shouted, banging on the door. "CORY!"

[cory krysher christoper]

Cory was half asleep on the couch, wondering where Cory was. It was starting to bother him, he hadn't been home right after work like he said he would be.

He jumped as his name was called and someone began banging on the door, and he stood, opening it. The face he was greeted with startled him. "Caine..? But you-...are you like an angel now?" He reached out to poke him, clueless, and then realized her was crying.
It was a lucky shot that he was completely sober at the moment. "What's wrong?"

[caine johnson]

"JAYCE IS GONE!" He sobbed, covering his face with his hands. Caine scratched at his eyes, searching Cory's face for something. "He's gone and I can't do shit!" He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts as he started to walk away. "I'm the worse brother ever. I came down here with nothing, but his damn name, began to get to know him again.. and for what? Just to loose him again." He banged his hand on the car. "I should've just stayed up there.."

[cory krysher christoper]

Cory trailed after him like a lost puppy, confused. He grabbed Caine's arm and tugged him around to face him. "What do you mean, he's gone Caine? What the hell is going on?" He worked his jaw, growing far more stressed than he had been before, hadn't been able to reach Jayson the past few hours.

[caine johnson]

"What do I mean? Oh God, what do I mean?" Caine jerked his arm loose, and opened the passenger's door. He shook his head, clearly not thinking right as his fingers began to tap against the door of the car. "Jayce is.. he's.. dead.." He mumbled, quietly. "Cory.. " He started, but stopped and walked to the driver's side. He slipped in and started the car. "Let's go! He can't just leave now!" He switched gears, waiting to hear the car door shut before speeding down the street.

Caine wove in and out of traffic, trying to go as fast as he possible could. It seemed to take forever for him. Each red light seem to last for what seemed like forever. He looked to Cory as he parked before quickly shutting the car off and climbing out. He was in a frenzy, all emotions washing over him. Barging into the door, he went to the first person behind the desk he saw, pushing past a couple people. "Where's Jayce?" He asked, his hands fidgiting as he waited.

[cory krysher christoper]

Cory blinked, climbing in slowly, shocked. "I-..." But it didn't settle right. He chewed on the inside of his cheek as Caine drove until they got to the police department. He climbed out slowly, scarily calm. The guy got up slowly.
"We're his brothers.." Cory mumbled, and the guy got Rex and headed to the refrigerated room.
Cory shifted his weight in discomfort as Rex hung back at the door. The other guy led them to a body bag and unzipped it. And a soon as he did, a hand landed on the table and he turned away, gagging. "Oh god...oh fuck..." He clutched his stomach, tears falling down his cheeks.

[caine johnson]

Caine followed along, hands shoved in his pocket whit his head hung low. He felt sicker with each step, the coldness of the refrigerated room wasn't helping. He lifted his head some at the sound of the zipper as the bag was unzipped. The sight of his brother, shoked him. There he was, cold.. and dead. Caine collasped to his knees, his hands pushing at the table. He began to gag, and slowly crumbled the rest of the way to the floor. "No.. Jayce.." He sobbed, his hands covering his face as the tears began to fall.

[cory krysher christoper]

Cory sank down beside Jayson's actual brother, rubbing his back with a shaking hand, looking at him through blurred vision. "You gotta tell mom and dad.." He choked, hugged him gently. He glanced up as the officer spoke.
"It's him?"
But all he could do was nod before he began to cry even harder.

[caine johnson]

He felt the hand against his back, but it didn't help. It didn't make him feel any better. And at Cory's words, he began to gag more. "I can't.." He mumbled after his fit had passed. He shuddered, arms crossed against his chest as he sat up and pulled his knees close to look into Cory's eyes. "I can't just pop into their life and say, 'hey, I know I've been dead for God knows how many years, but I'm sorry to tell you.. Jayce is.." but he couldn't say it, the word wouldn't come off his tongue. His eyes jetted over to Rex, mumbling at his question.

[cory krysher christoper]

Cory's jaw trembled and he looked away. "We both will.." He rasped. "We can go sit in the waiting room..I-...I'll call them...they're at work.." He let out a shaky breath, rested his head on Caine's shoulder, hiding his face as he began to cry again, shoulders shaking.