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Post by angelo bates on Jul 16, 2010 0:53:54 GMT -5
He was having that dream again, that nightmare that always haunted him. It was the same one over and over again, only this time it felt more real as though it were really happening. Angelo found himself engulfed in the water of the ocean, carried off by the current to a strange island. But he was headed towards the rocks, and slowly as he neared the current began to speed, crashing hard into the rocks that grew ever so clearly. Angelo tried to swim the opposite direction, but he was too frantic to be strong enough to fight against the current that pulled him to the mysterious island. This wasn't like the other dreams, in the others he was completely engulfed and drowning.
A loud crack could be heard and he couldn't place it as the crash of the waves against a rock or his head. Either way he was in pain, and feel, see, think, let alone move. The current slowed, pulling him between a maze of jagged rocks as the man lay unmoving between them. It was almost as if he were dead, but suddenly life came back into him. He found himself a solid rock, pulling himself slowly up and out of the water. His body in searing pain from the blows he took to the rocks as he crashed into them. This is one realistic dream. Though, to Angelo's dismay later down the road, this wasn't a dream. He was full well on completely foreign land; he had no idea where he was, he had no clothing except for what lie on his back.
Lifting himself to a weak, unbalanced stand, he attempted to straighten his soaking wet Black Sabbath tee, pulling up his pants. His clothing clung to his body, which was no longer as fit as it had once been, before he began to age. His medium length brown hair was waving and slowly drying as he stood on the rock, confusion hitting him hard. This wasn't a dream? What in the Hell is this place? And as if the island answer itself ... Maybe this is Hell.
For a while he stood immobile, but that didn't last long when the pain quickly got worse. Angelo Meevus Bates maneuvered his way over the rocks to the edge of the forest line. Pausing to catch his breath, and to ease the pain in his body, Angelo leaned against the tree. "Hello," he called as if someone were out there, "Hello? Is anyone there? Help me please." He hated the sound of sheer torture in his voice, the begging that came along with it. He sounded weak, submissive, and childish. He would prefer to not act the age of the little boys he liked to play with.
Falling to the ground, his back to the tree, his eyes began to close. Stay awake Angelo, stay awake. He wasn't sure what lurked beyond the shadows, and he certainly didn't want to find out. Not now, not ever.
love songs they kill me, they kill me. tag pleasant berkley
word count five oh seven, baby
wearing black sabbith tee, bagging torn blue jeans.
lyrics love song (they kill me) - cinema bizzarre
notes woo, rock muse!
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Post by PLEASANT OLIVER BERKLEY on Jul 16, 2010 1:30:53 GMT -5
Thud
That was the only sound the young looking Pleasant made as he jumped out of the tree landing quiet close to the damaged man that seemed to have trouble keeping his eyes open. Oh how he loved the ocean for once at that moment and he would continue to love it if it kept sending him easy meals like this.
He stared at the older looking man for a bit keeping quiet, wondering if it would be more fun to play first or just take the other by surprise. He walked over to the man shaking his shoulder like a concerned child would. "Mister," ah the mask of innocence, "Mister are you okay?" Pleasant's eyes quickly went over the man's body again before he saw the others eyes, yes he definitely loved the ocean right now.
He pulled his hand away as he clasped his hands in front of him waiting for a response. Sometimes this body wasn't such an annoyance, for how many people would guess that a two hundred year old killer was waiting to attack right behind that worried little face.
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Post by angelo bates on Jul 16, 2010 11:45:55 GMT -5
Angelo barely heard the thud that had come from a little ways away, he didn't even bother lifting his head to investigate the culprit of the soft thud. He winced as he readjusted his position on the tree, he had never felt this bad before, with bruises and abrasions up and down his legs, arms, and his head killing him slowly. The last time he felt this bad he was in a high school locker room as a teenager. Lifting his eyes he saw a little boy approach him, such a pretty face with the scope of worry plastered on it.
He had half expected the cute little kid to walk by, too scared to talk to an old beaten up man, but the kid stopped a little ways before him. A quiet, concerned tone coming from such a small body. Angelo, being the creep couldn't help but want to touch the boys pale smooth cheek, but he was in too much pain to even do that right now. He would have ignored the kid had he not been so adorable ... and oddly Angelo was kind of creeped out by the kid, for some reason. "Not really," he didn't mean for the words to come out so harshly, but it was obvious he wasn't okay.
He had just been beaten with waves of ocean and rocks, and his body hurt so bad, it wouldn't surprise him if he had a couple broken bones. On top of that, he was in a strange place; this was definitely not England. He was a little testy that he had been removed from his home and placed here, now that he had figured out that it wasn't a dream. He was almost disappointed, less so if he hadn't been busy with ... well, Angelo didn't want to think about his younger companion right now. People had never really liked the fact that Angelo seemed to be asphyxiated with the younger male population, the younger they were the easier they were to persuade. Often or not Angelo was shunned by most of the people in his family, even in his neighborhood. It's not like he openly let people know what he did ... he didn't do that unless in his own closed home.
Shaking his head to beat the thoughts from his mind for now, he could think about that later. Finding courage he pulled himself, with one hand against the tree, to a stand. He looked into the boys blue eyes with his own brown ones, speaking to whatever kind of feelings the boy had, "Where am I? Why am I here?" Because as he recalled he had a pretty little number back home in his bed, waiting for him to play with. Angelo hated to disappoint such a pretty face. A sigh fell from his lips as he waited for a reply.
these lips making me bleed. tag pleasant berkley
word count four eighty seven, darling.
wearing black sabbith tee, baggy torn blue jeans.
lyrics love songs (they kill me) - cinema bizzarre
notes i realized i kind of posted this in the wrong place, oopsie. oh well. anyway... this may be fun.
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Post by PLEASANT OLIVER BERKLEY on Jul 16, 2010 12:22:32 GMT -5
Pleasant had to stop himself from rising an eyebrow when the man gave him such a harsh answer, how dare that little bastard. No, Pleasant was a boy right now a simple lost little boy, not a hungry man planning to make this wreck of a man his next meal. He didn't know how to reply to that though without giving himself completely away or right out smacking the man, so he watched quietly as the other pulled himself up.
Now, standing the man reminded Pleasant more and more of that man, dear old father, oh yes this man before him was definitely not going to die quickly. It was unfair of him to even think of torturing the other just because he reminded him of a long dead man, but Pleasant didn't care for he still was angry at that man and the one before him was not the first to be promised that anger. Oh and he promised himself that this one would know to the full extent how much anger and frustration that little body of his could carry or he wasn't Pleasant Oliver Berkley.
"Ivory, sir," his outside appearance the complete opposite of what was happening inside, "Not the best island, but we make due with what we can." Pleasant returned the man's gaze, even if he was playing innocent he was not one to back away first. "I don't know why you're here though," he almost looked as if he were about to cry, as if he should know why the other was here, "I don't even know why I'm here all by myself." The lie completed with a short sniffle and with that his trap was set.
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Post by angelo bates on Jul 16, 2010 15:01:25 GMT -5
"Ivory," he repeated as if saying it would make this strange island better, but it didn't. The feel of the word was too strange for Angelo, it didn't have a nice ring to it, it almost frightened him actually. The next words that poured out of the little boy in front of him added to the fear, but it also comforted, "There's more people here?" He asked, feeling relieved. Maybe there was someone old enough to understand this to explain it to him, because he didn't believe this young child would suffice. Angelo could only imagine it, but had he not been brought here under the worst conditions and beaten by rocks, he would have been a more than willing participant in any kind of "game" with this little lad. It wouldn't be Angelo any other way, but that was when he wasn't bruised.
The boys eyes tore into Angelo's skin. Was he seriously about to cry? Moving slowly closer to the boy, as if to comfort him, he asked, "You don't have any parents with you, or siblings?" Like he hadn't gotten that clue from the boy saying he was all by himself. Placing a hand on the boys shoulder as if to say it's going to be alright, though he didn't even believe the secret behind his own touch. Too bad he wasn't in the condition to play ... not yet, anyhow. "I'm here now," Angelo cooed to the boy, as if his being there would make it any better, "Angelo can take care of you." Angelo could do far more than take care of this little boy, so much more. But Angelo wanted to start slow, as not to creep the boy out and scare him off too soon. This little lad looked way too fun to play with to just let him slip through his grasp like sand.
No, Angelo shook his head softly, trying to rid himself of those nasty thoughts. Not now, this isn't the right place. He closed his eyes for a second, letting the wind softly blow against his skin. Angelo had almost forgotten that his hand was still on the boys shoulder, and the heat of his hand grew more and more has he left it there, his mind swimming in outrageous thoughts. His eyes flickered open, searching the boys face for any signs of fear or confusion. Nothing but stone, smooth, pale skin filled his eyes. Gorgeous. He properly introduced himself, "Angelo Bates, lad. Yourself?"
his gift a curse tag pleasant berkley
word count kind of short at four twenty eight.
wearing black sabbith tee, baggy torn blue jeans.
lyrics not afraid - eminem
notes oi my first post is similar to chacha's, maybe i shouldn't read other posts before i respond to my other threads. X3 but chacha is so pretty. anyway, poor pleasant looking all teary eyed ... angelo can fix that >D
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Post by PLEASANT OLIVER BERKLEY on Jul 16, 2010 15:36:11 GMT -5
Pleasant nodded as he answered the question that look of sorrow still on his face, "Yeah there are other people here, but they are so scary." He was actually starting to disgust himself with all this, but then again he wasn't completely lying though it wasn't exactly truthful either. He rubbed at his eyes wondering how much longer this one would take to fall because he could continue but it was so aggravating.
"My...my parents are dead," he stuttered continuing his act. How had he not won any awards for his amazing acting skills? Though he failed to mention that his parents had been dead for almost two hundred years or that he was the one that killed them. Then the man touched him, the man actually touched him. It took so much will power to continue and not flip the man over his shoulder and snap his neck right there. Oh, if this man was getting it bad before he had just multiplied that by touching him. The shiver of anger went through him as the man continued to touch him, but Pleasant camouflaged it by a rash move that usually broke most all humans defenses.
Pleasant closed his eyes and hugged around the taller man's middle since that was as high as he go. Fake tears spilled out of his eyes easily, what kind of spoiled child didn't know how to fake some tears to get what they wanted. That and the man's shirt was already ruined thanks to the ocean so some fake tears wouldn't really make a difference. "Oliver Berkley," was the muffled response he gave the man through tears and the shirt. There he had given another half truth, this Angelo man should feel so lucky.
Notes: Pleasant can hug ^0^
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Post by angelo bates on Jul 16, 2010 20:15:16 GMT -5
For a moment Angelo had no idea how to respond to the crying kid, he had never experience a kid crying. A long time ago he used to cry, but those days were old, they never happened anymore. He was old, seeing friends in small children, because he was still stuck in his past. It was horrible. He shook his head again, trying to force the past out of his brain. Then it clicked, he needed to comfort this kid, he played it like he played with all the others where he came from. "It's okay Oliver, it's alright," he cooed into the boys ears as he petted the boys head. He could barely feel the warm tears through his already soaked shirt. The boys arms around his waist burned through the shirt, the man so close to the little child, it was beginning to awaken the true Angelo; the Angelo he was trying to refrain from being with him. It wasn't working. Wrapping his arms around the boy in a semi-hug, trying to comfort him, didn't help the matter. He softly, and hesitantly stroked the boys back.
"It's okay child," he spoke softly, "I lost my parents too." He refrained from mentioning that he was sent to a Psychotic Hospital for it, because in fact, he had killed them, slowly. He was a tortured old soul for the longest time. His mother babying him, he never had the option to grow mentally the way he wanted. For the longest time he couldn't think for himself, he always followed other, and he rarely had to lift a finger. His father on the other hand, force him into things he didn't wanted, work, growing up; Angelo was having too much fun being treated like a child, but Angelo's father took care of that in more than one way. It put Angelo over the edge, he couldn't handle it any longer, he wanted it all to stop ... but instead of bumping himself off he bumped his parents. He was seventeen, and after that he never left the house.
He became a shell within himself, tortured, lonely. Stuck in his mind forever as a seventeen year old boy, crazy, insane. He was twenty when he finally left the house, frail and weak. People in his neighborhood were alarmed and frightened at his skeletal disposition. It wasn't long before the man was placed in a Hospital where he was emitted for eating disorder and temporary insanity.
That was where he met Marco, the first boy he ever touched. The first boy that began it all. Marco was only thirteen, and they both enjoyed it so ... But Angelo was attached to his own mental teenage years, it made him feel good to think that people younger than his mental age liked him, so he kept at this. Twenty years later, Angelo cannot stop who he is. Never. His touch on Oliver Berkley became more sensual as time passed, and his voice more seductive. "I can comfort you," he cooed into the boys ear.
ne ne ne nee, ne, chotto ii? tag pleasant berkley
word count kind of short at five eighteen.
wearing black sabbith tee, baggy torn blue jeans.
lyrics す..す..すき大すき - kagamine rin
notes sorry so short, but that's as far as the muse would take me.
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Post by PLEASANT OLIVER BERKLEY on Jul 16, 2010 20:41:36 GMT -5
Yes, that's right, he was a scarred little child that was all alone that just may do anything for attention. "It...it...it," he stumbled on words through the shirt before finally just giving up on trying to say anything at all. Instead he just let more tears fall as the man tried to "comfort" him. Pleasant grip tightened on the man's shirt, mostly just because now he was curious for what reaction he could get out of the man. It really had now just become a big game for him because all children like games and you can't stop halfway through a game.
"Really?" he looked up at the man, tears rolling down his cheeks actually somewhat interested in an answer. This one looked insane enough and the way he was acting now, well it just made for a better game with whole new play cards thrown in and the best piece of his yet to be played. That piece still hidden between those quivering lips as he shoved his head back into the man's shirt once more.
It almost made Pleasant shiver as the man whispered in his ear, how hard was it to find people that would touch him all the way looking as he did. Well, it had become a lot harder as the years went on, laws were made, and people thought it was so wrong now when it used to be such a common occurrence. He tightened his grip, his small fists balled up in the man's ragged shirt as he didn't trust his treacherous mouth afraid that it would give him away much to early. No, not quite yet but soon, very soon he would have a bit of fun. In the not to far off woods, a pale blonde head could just barely be seen watching the two.
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Post by angelo bates on Jul 16, 2010 21:13:33 GMT -5
A smile crept onto Angelo's face as the boy responded, though he didn't finished stammering the sentence out. When the boys grip tightened he felt as though he would explode, he had to calm himself. Unfortunately he could feel himself slowly grow hard, and he had to breathe to control himself, every muscle in his body tensed. He could feel his heart beginning to race, as his breathing slowed, he was seriously going to lose himself with this kid. But there was something missing, it was that spark...the spark that usually got him really fired up. It wasn't there, not with Oliver. He needed to control his feelings.
When those curious blue eyes looked at him he couldn't help the shiver that rolled down his spine. He couldn't help wanting to persuade this boy, see how far he would let him go. He was curious, but he did it slowly. Letting his comforting strokes slowly go further and further down Oliver's back, soon he was right at the bone just above the buttocks, like he had on a lot of other children, he slowly caressed the bone. Not caring anymore who the kid was, how old he was, or where they were. None of that matters. All he wanted was to see how far this kid would let him go. "Yes," he muttered softly, his breath washing over the nape of the kids neck.
Slowly Angelo knelt down to eyes level with Oliver Berkley, touching his hand to his cheek to wipe away the tears in a fatherly way. His eyes speaking an unknown language as he smiled at the gorgeous boy before him. Gorgeous, but lacking of a specific spark Angelo enjoyed. It was different now, somehow. Deep down he could feel something bad would arise from this.
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word count really short at three oh six.
wearing black sabbith tee, baggy torn blue jeans.
lyrics none, sorry. wasn't listening to anything this time.
notes which probably explains the shortness.
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Post by PLEASANT OLIVER BERKLEY on Jul 16, 2010 21:47:24 GMT -5
Oh hell, the game was at an end the boy could only wait so long before he could bite the man and he was at the end of his rope. Pleasant inched closer as he felt the man's hands go down his back, so far down his back that seemed to be enough to trigger the hungry beast inside him.
Angelo just made it easier and easier for him as he moved closer with that whispered answer those tears instantly stopping like a switch as he waited just like a snake in the grass for his opportune moment to strike.
Pleasant moved closer once more, leaning toward the other that mask of innocence washed away with that last tear. His small hands placed on the older man's inner thighs to distract him as he whispered in Angelo's ear, "I lied." Those were the only two words he said before his fangs slid into their rightful place and were sunk into the man's throat. He wasn't going to kill the man, not yet or maybe not at all, though first he had to have a little fun because this was his favorite part. Pleasant ripped down the man's throat before pulling out of the skin again, the red going down the sides of his mouth as he looked back at the man's face that childish smile on his red stained face.
"Angelo," he purred the man's name for the first time his eye lit with the hunger that burned inside him, "You have to be punished, Angelo."
Notes: He is still alive, Pleasant barely took any of his blood just tore him up a good bit and he has also yet to give the man his blood to turn him into a vampire. :3
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Post by angelo bates on Jul 16, 2010 22:25:30 GMT -5
Lied, the only word he heard before all his senses made his body and mind scream. First the touch on his inner thighs, and then the searing pain at his neck. What the hell is this kid? Leaning away as soon as the kid removed himself he placed a hand on his neck, and blinked in shock multiple times. The kid bit him, and hard enough to draw blood. "You sick little bastard," all logic was gone from Angelo, he was pissed. More than pissed, it was almost as if rage took over all thought.
Angelo reached for the kid, pushed him out the way, and stood to run off. He wanted so badly to hurt this kid, but his only though was to run. But then the words the kid purred next stopped him dead in his tracks. Angelo needed to be punished? "And you think you can punish me with a single bite to the neck?" Angelo's eyes slit into a glare as he approached the kid once more, "What exactly does that teach me you little brat?" Angelo spat the words in the face of the boy.
Angelo didn't notice anything else, but this boys glowing blue eyes. What the fuck was this kids deal? Angelo should have listened to his senses before this could happen, he should have ran when he had the chance, he shouldn't have trusted the innocent face of the monster before him. He had a feeling he'd regret ever talking to this kid.
Trying to recollect himself Angelo had to ask, "What are you?" Though now that the question was out there Angelo wish he hadn't asked.
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word count getting short as two eighty.
wearing black sabbith tee, baggy torn blue jeans.
lyrics none, which could be another reason i'm dying here with angelo.
notes i realized so close >.>
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Post by PLEASANT OLIVER BERKLEY on Jul 16, 2010 22:45:44 GMT -5
Pleasant smiled as the man was clearly in shock, his fangs out in full glory still marked with Angelo's blood. "The people on this island are scary," Pleasant slipped back into that innocent voice, repeating the words he had said not to long ago. He gave a short laugh as he watched the man's reactions to his actions, this was definitely the best part.
"Well for one, with a gash like that in your neck you won't be standing for too much longer and running away would only lessen that time," Pleasant moved slowly closer because he had all the time in the world unlike some, "So what shall you do now you perverted old man?" It wasn't that hard to pick up on this man's previous line of thought especially with his hands were they just had been.
"Pleasant Oliver Berkley, at your service,"he gave with a over-dramatized bow, "Taking lives and causing hell sine 1818, sir." The last word spat out like venom with his facade clearly long and done with and the niceness shriveled up and blown away. He licked some more of the red off his lips as he watched curiously what the man before him would do next.
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Post by angelo bates on Jul 17, 2010 0:45:29 GMT -5
When Oliver repeated his words from before Angelo took a step back, eyes wide like a deer stuck in headlights. "Y-you warned me," his strong bravado weakened, and his sense of power wavered as he stumbled over his own feet. Regretting not running earlier he fell on his ass in fear. Literally. He couldn't say a word, for fear of a foax pas and simply because he didn't want to think about what this kid could possibly be. Please, please, please let this be a dream. He begged, closing his eyes hoping that he would be back in his room next to the lovely lad he had over, but he wasn't there when he reopened his eyes. "Damn," he couldn't help but let the curse word slip from his mouth.
"Well then, what should I do to fix the gash you put there mother fucker?" He spat at the boy, his throat growing ever more dry, his skin becoming pale, his lips as well. His eyes began to droop, as though he were about to fall asleep, but he wasn't about to submit. Not to this insignificant child. He glared at the boy, "I bet you have an idea." Don't you, you worthless piece of shit? Angelo decided it best to keep that comment to himself.
Angelo couldn't help but laugh when the boy spoke his name, "Pleasant, understatement of the year." He sighed, giving in slightly. This boy was quite old ... but he looked so young. "Well, mister Pleasant, what are you going to do? Finished me off? Kill me? Go right ahead." He was definitely not going to submit himself to this, this child. He wasn't worthy of living here anyhow; he was a worthless piece of shit, a seventeen year old mind trapped in a forty year old body. Crazy, insane, half-witted, and a complete pedophile; he was a sinner, and he deserved to die.
That's how he saw it.
"Go one do it, finish me off short stack," he wasn't giving in exactly. But he certainly wasn't fighting anymore, he could feel that he was too weak for that.
suki, daisuki!! tag pleasant berkley
word count better at three sixty six.
wearing black sabbith tee, baggy torn blue jeans.
lyrics す..す..すき大すき - kagamine rin.
notes oi finally got a tiny spark of a muse.
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Post by PLEASANT OLIVER BERKLEY on Jul 17, 2010 1:43:37 GMT -5
Pleasant sighed running a hand through his hair as he watched the odd man before him, "And here I thought I was being nice." He gave a laugh as he watched the man continue on and the feeble attempts to wish himself away from this hell of a place. This was one of those few times he was okay with his long gone father and the form that man had forever stuck his form in, one in a very limited few. Though not many a fourth his age couldn't even imagine doing half the things he did on a normal basis, he had just become oblivious to the fact.
"First off," he said sitting leisurely on a rock, "I suggest you stop with the cursing, you are a hundred years to early to be talking that way to me. Second, you may want to sit down because unlike me you don't look like you are going to last much longer, especially like that." He was talking much more then he ever would ever dream of doing with food but he blamed the human blood that was now running through his system. Yes, the human blood that he had not had in such a long time was a good enough of an excuse for him.
Pleasant gave a grimace as he noticed the dirt that now harbored underneath his fingernails, "Well as I see it we have two choices." He picked at his fingernails not even looking up at Angelo, "I could watch you slowly die in all this pain or change you." The second choice said much faster then the first because the first choice was most definitely the better choice in Pleasant's eyes.
"Well if you insist," he stood up moving quickly to the man who seemed so keen on Pleasant ending him right here.
"NO!" the female voice screamed as the blonde shot out like a rocket headed straight for Pleasant, "NO DADDY! NO!" She collided with him and lifted him right off his feet pulling him away from Angelo when he had been inches from strangling the man.
Notes: So close yet again and then ripped away.
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Post by angelo bates on Jul 17, 2010 11:32:03 GMT -5
Would giving up be considered submitting? If it was, then damn, he was doing just that. Angelo didn't care anymore, Angelo just wanted this to be over with. He could feel the blood pouring from his neck, he could feel his body weaken with the lack of it. Angelo could hardly breath or talk without it hurting now. He needed to go to a hospital or something, but how could he explain it without being emitted to the Psych-ward again. That would be impossible. Besides, after all of this was done and over with, he would need some psychiatric help anyway. "Doing something nice? You call biting my neck and causing me to bleed and probably eventually die is being nice? You're sick," he spat, but he choked on the words as he spoke, his throat drying.
"Listen kid," he tried, "I don't care how old you look, I'm not about to submit to someone who look as young and stupid as you do." Angelo hated the way his voice cracked, the way it wavered as he spoke but he couldn't help that. Seeing as how Angelo had already been siting his former comment was proven to be right. It didn't matter how old you really were, if you were unintelligent you were unintelligent. Though there still was a glimmer of wise-ness to this boy, since he was several years his former, but that didn't stop Angelo from wanting to beat the shit out of this kid. But that would have to wait.
Angelo thought about it, did he really want to die? But in his heart, or what was left of it after all the shit he had been through, he didn't want to die. Not here, not now, not like this. He wanted to die naturally, not murdered by a kid with revenge in his eyes. He muttered softly, his mouth dry, "I don't want to die." He closed his eyes, but before anything happened the boys hands were around his throats. Angelo's eyes widened, had the kid not heard him. He didn't want to die. But before he could choke on the words a blond lifted the kid off him.
Daddy? The girl was definitely older then him, wasn't she? If she were the same as him, if she were younger, why did she call him Daddy? Why was she saving Angelo? Angelo had done nothing but harm little boys, himself, killed his parents; he wasn't worthy of living despite wanting to. He was worthless, if not nothing, compared to what he could have been. Seeing if he could reach out to the girl he spoke, "Help me!" Not sure if she was with him, or one of him.
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word count probably lame at four sixty seven.
wearing black sabbith tee, bagging torn blue jeans.
lyrics don't really care for music right now.
notes i'm assuming we're barely there >.>
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