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Post by beccabear on Jul 1, 2009 21:45:13 GMT -5
...Tick, tock, tick, tock...
Where is Zane...? Chance sighed to himself, seated on the couch beside Artemis. The catboy, with his earphones plugged into his head as usual, didn't notice. Stop being so clingy, Chance scolded himself, though it didn't have any effect. He couldn't stand being away from Zane, even for a moment... Especially since his encounter with the Unlucky Sisters.
The thought of them made Chance shudder. He had tried so hard to be brave, to prove to Zane that he was strong... But such a small boy could only take so much pain.
Zane needs some time to himself, Chance continued, suppressing another sigh. Still, no matter how he tried to convince himself, he couldn't help wondering why his seme had seemed to disappear.
After a moment, the boy glanced up at the digital clock. It had been hours since he last saw Zane. Something wasn't right. Biting his lip, Chance pushed himself off the couch.
"Has anyone seen Zane...?"
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Post by Vivinette Rendair on Jul 1, 2009 21:57:04 GMT -5
Kitten looked up from her magazine, her left fox ear twitching. "Zane..?" She shook her head. "I haven't seen him lately... Perhaps he's in his room?" Her fox tail swished lightly behind her in small agitation at her "brother".
She paused a moment. "Do you want me to go with you, Chance? Just in case he's... you know... drunk?" She bit her lip, worried with even the slightest thought about what had happened the last time.
The Kitsune tilted her head to the side, cocking her ears towards his room. "Yeah, I hear him up there...." She felt a bad feeling forming in her gut, but the fox pushed it aside without another thought.
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Post by beccabear on Jul 1, 2009 22:12:02 GMT -5
Chance smiled softly and shook his head. "No, I'll be fine," he assured the kitsune, before turning and heading down the hall. Maybe he's just taking a nap, he hoped, though that bad feeling continued to nag at him.
When he reached Zane's door, he paused, his hand half-raised to knock. Shaking the anxiety away, he knocked twice before cautiously opening the door. "Hey, Zane?"
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Post by Vivinette Rendair on Jul 1, 2009 22:20:31 GMT -5
The blue haired seme was seated on his bed, slumped against the wall. He glared up at Chance through his hair, snarling,"Th' hell do you want?"
Slowly, he stood, holding onto the bedpost for stability. Obviously drunk, he slurred,"Why th' hell 're you in my room, punk?" Suddenly, the older male seemed to grow angry at Chance for no reason.
Zane lurched across the room, grabbing Chance's arm and snatching him away from the door, shoving him into the center of the room. He closed the door, locking it, and leered at Chance. "An' th' li'l sheep wandered inta th' wolf's den..." His hands balled up into fists, his eyes reflecting rage and a slightly spaced look.
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Post by beccabear on Jul 1, 2009 22:35:59 GMT -5
Chance gasped as he stumbled into the room. "Zane--!" The boy's eyes widened at his seme's drunken menace, and he stepped back. The man's words, though heavily slurred, sent a chill through the boy. Drunk...
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Post by Vivinette Rendair on Jul 1, 2009 22:40:10 GMT -5
Zane smirked at Chance. "Whassamaddah? Ya scared awready? Pathetic punk." He swung out at Chance with his fist, aiming for his face, then right after, swinging his other fist at Chance, dead set on hitting him. "Do somethin', punk! Come on!"
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Post by beccabear on Jul 1, 2009 22:47:59 GMT -5
Chance let out a cry as he was struck, stumbling back to the edge of the bed and clutching his face. A thin trail of blood trickled from his bottom lip. Whimpering softly, the boy glanced at the door, wondering if he would be able to get past Zane.
"Zane, please stop..." he pleaded, trying to keep his voice steady. Despite the seme's taunts, he couldn't strike back. He would rather take the beating than hit Zane.
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Post by Vivinette Rendair on Jul 1, 2009 22:55:02 GMT -5
Zane laughed cruelly, grabbing Chance by the throat and holding him in the air, grip tightening slowly. "Try an' get away, brat! So pathetic, all you c'n do is beg fer mercy.... Makes me sick..." He pulled his other arm back, slinging it forward and slamming his fist into Chance's stomach. "Ya jes' gon' take it? Are ya?" He pulled his arm back again, punching Chance in the stomach once more.
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Post by beccabear on Jul 1, 2009 23:02:44 GMT -5
Chance gasped for air, struggling against Zane's grip. His eyes burned with tears. Unable to get any words out, he let out a strangled cry as Zane's punches forced any remaining air out of him. Pain surged through the boy, made worse by the lack of oxygen. Please, please... Let go, Zane...!
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Post by Vivinette Rendair on Jul 1, 2009 23:17:47 GMT -5
Zane snorted. "Idiot..." he muttered under his breath. He slung his arm, letting go of Chance and sending him flying towards the seme's entertainment center, which was full of games, a stereo, and a TV. Zane stepped in front of the door, blocking the only escape route that didn't involve breaking a window and a two story drop. "C'mon, kid... Don' act like a baby," he jeered, smirking.
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Post by beccabear on Jul 1, 2009 23:33:02 GMT -5
Chance yelped as he slammed his head into the television screen. He crumpled to the ground before the entertainment center, gasping for breath and gripping his head. His vision blurred with tears, he stared up at Zane, and determinedly forced himself into a sitting position.
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Post by Vivinette Rendair on Jul 1, 2009 23:44:54 GMT -5
Zane smirked down at him. "Still got a bit o' spunk in ya, huh? I'm gon' enjoy beatin' it outta ya..." He reached down, grabbing Chance by his collar and hoisting him up. "C'mon, kid... surely ya c'n yell louder'n that...?" His smirk morphed into a twisted grin, punching Chance in the face again. "C'mon, don' diss'poin' me..."
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Post by beccabear on Jul 2, 2009 0:02:03 GMT -5
Chance finally screamed, raising his hands to shield his face. "Zane, stop!" he begged, agonized tears flowing down his cheeks. After a bit of struggling, the uke finally managed to pull himself free and make a dash for the door.
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Post by Vivinette Rendair on Jul 2, 2009 0:18:50 GMT -5
At the scream, Zane's eyes widened, a look of shock on his face, as though he'd been slapped. He staggered backwards, knocking over a chair. "No..." he whispered, falling to his knees,"I swore..... I'd never hit him again.... I swore I wouldn't.... God, Chance.... I'm sorry.... I'm sorry...."
Kitten's ears pricked, and she jumped up, racing up the stairs. "Chance! Are you okay?!" She skidded to a stop in front of the door, pounding on it. "Chance?!" She grabbed the doorknob and wiggled it, finding it locked. "Son of a bitch..." she growled.
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Post by beccabear on Jul 2, 2009 0:44:01 GMT -5
Chance froze and looked over his shoulder, gazing at his shattered seme. Finally the sobs came. Upon hearing Kitten's voice, he stepped away from the door, not even bothering to unlock it. "I'm... I'm okay, Kitten..." he responded, his voice breaking. "D-Don't worry, okay...?"
The boy's gaze returned to Zane, though he was scared to get too close. He wanted desperately to hug him and comfort him, but what if he were to get hit again?
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