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Post by jaxton matthew sanders on Jun 20, 2012 13:09:49 GMT -5
Jax pulled on his undershirt, then his other shirt over it. He left it unbuttoned, figuring he didn't need to bother with it. He pulled on his socks, then his shoes before he walked out with Zephyr to the car. He kissed him gently before he climbed in, closing the door. He yawned, thinking he could probably go for a gallon of coffee. He drove to the club and parked his car where he normally parked it before he started inside. He clocked in in the lounge, then started up to the DJ booth, pulling on his headset. He scrolled through the set list on the iPad, looking around at the empty place. But it wasn't long before people were piling in, and the music was blaring.
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Post by zephyr preston martinez on Jun 20, 2012 13:38:30 GMT -5
Zephyr unlocked the doors and let the group that had reserved the place in. He had insisted he could work it alone tonight, watched them bowl and played and music requests they wanted, made sure everything was working right. One o clock rolled by, the group dispersing, and he began to shut everything down. He had been left alone until now, no voices. It took him about an hour to clean up and mop, and he yawned softly, bowled a few games by himself before eyeing the clock. Jaxton should have been coming by any minute. He shut off the lane, coughing softly and mentally cursing Satan for being such a pathetic creature. Gagging, he stumbled, heart thudding in his chest. He clawed at the floor, gasping for breath. 'Please..' He begged, gripping his own throat, body arching as he began to seize.
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Post by jaxton matthew sanders on Jun 20, 2012 13:48:00 GMT -5
Jax had been kept over, the next DJ claiming he had a cold. So they had to call someone else in to relieve him, and finally he got to leave after working half an hour over. He was tired, and a little tipsy. You can't work all night long without having a couple to drink, right?
He got in his car, wondering if he should be driving or not before he decided he didn't care, and started back towards the bowling alley. He pulled into a parking spot, and got out to see he didn't park as well as he had thought. 'Oh well.' He thought, walking up to the door. He pushed it open, looking around the dark with glowing blue eyes. "Z?" He called, wandering around thinking maybe he had fallen asleep until he saw him on the floor. 'My luck, I'm half sober and he's having a seizure. I'd ring Satan's neck if I could.' He thought, kneeling down beside him to pull the boy's head into his lap. "It's okay, Zeph.. I'm right here." He mumbled, remembering his little sister having seizures.
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Post by zephyr preston martinez on Jun 20, 2012 13:53:50 GMT -5
Zephyr jerked faintly, gasping for breath. He was very vaguely aware of somebody speaking, shivered after a few minutes and fell still, panting tiredly for breath, tears falling down his cheeks. Never had he had a seizure, and he didn't know what had just happened, curled up tiredly. "Jax..." He mumbled. "I wanna leave.." He rubbed at an eye, eyebrows furrowing.
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Post by jaxton matthew sanders on Jun 20, 2012 14:15:48 GMT -5
Jax ran his fingers slowly through his hair, keeping him close until he was okay. When he spoke, Jax stood up carefully, then pulled the boy into his arms. But the two of them being about the same size made it difficult to carry him. He got him outside and into the car, laying him down in the back before he looked for his keys. He took them and walked back to the door, locking it tight. Then finally they were on their way back to his place. He felt he had sobered a bit since he had gotten there, but he was still not all there.
He helped him out at the house, guiding him inside and to the bedroom. He helped him into the bed, then tucked him in. "Get some sleep, okay?" He said, pulling off his overshirt. He started towards the bathroom, running a hot shower.
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Post by zephyr preston martinez on Jun 20, 2012 17:39:14 GMT -5
Zephyr curled up on the back seat, shaking. He'd never gone that far with him, it was like he was mocking him now. He chewed on his lip, knew it was his fault for making fun of Satan. Closing his eyes, he only opened them when they got home, wandered with him to the room and curled up. "Okay.." He mumbled. "He's..never gone that far before..Jax.." He yawned, rubbing at an eye.
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Post by jaxton matthew sanders on Jun 20, 2012 17:54:41 GMT -5
Jax stripped of his jeans and his undershirt, then leaned over the sink to grab his toothbrush and toothpaste. "He's gonna do whatever bothers you most, babe." He said, putting the toothpaste on the toothbrush. He brushed his teeth carefully, then leaned over the sink to spit it out and wash his mouth out. "You sold your soul. Why don't you just.. do what he asks? He's no gonna listen, no. But he might like, stop hurting you and stuff." He said, getting in the shower. He was in and out in a few minutes, wrapped in a towel.
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Post by zephyr preston martinez on Jun 20, 2012 17:58:01 GMT -5
Zephyr just fell quiet, didn't want to explain what that would mean. But sure, maybe it would stop him from making him sick all the time. "Okay..." He whispered, and closed his eyes, to exhausted to stay awake any longer.
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Post by jaxton matthew sanders on Jun 20, 2012 18:04:23 GMT -5
Jax walked over to the dresser, pulling on a pair of boxers. He tossed his towel to the floor, then climbed into bed. He kissed Zephyr's forehead, then turned over onto his side, closing his eyes. He was so exhausted he didn't realize the sun was rising already and that the birds were chirping. He was out like a light before he even had his eyes fully closed, his arm wrapped tightly around his pillow.
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Post by zephyr preston martinez on Jun 20, 2012 18:19:32 GMT -5
Zephyr slept until about noon before the whispering in his head woke him. To many voices. He rubbed at his face, groaning as Satan chimed in as well. 'You heard him last night. Listen to me, hm? Now, how about somebody he knows? They've done wrong, but I won't tell you how they know him. Maybe a boss, maybe closer huh? Taunt them, punish them.'
Zephyr got up, heading to the bathroom to splash whatever over his face, glancing up at ruby red eyes in the mirror. 'That's it...let my strength take control.'
He wrote a note, telling Jaxton he would be back, and left, only half minded. 'I can punish you both if you don't listen you know. Ohh, it's been so long, hasn't it Zephyr?'
He ran a hand through his hair, found the person walking. A grin curled his lips and he drew them out of view. Hands grabbed at them. 'Kill them. Make them pay!' He didn't know what he was doing, just that the next time he glanced at his phone a half hour had passed and he was staring at a dead body. He swallowed, backing off. 'Now go home to him, cleanse yourself of such sins. Just a few cuts to the wrist hm?' He rubbed blood from his hands, wiping at his eyes. "I'm not a killer..." He choked, wandering inside. 'Do it, or I will do it my own way.'
He sat down on the tub, trembling as he grabbed the razor, dragging it over his wrist with a wince.
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Post by jaxton matthew sanders on Jun 20, 2012 18:54:24 GMT -5
Jaxton slept until three, and it was only because Nevada climbed into bed, checking to see if he was breathing. "Nevada, go away.. I worked like, fourteen hours last night.." He grumbled, and Nevada pulled on his arm.
"Jax, get up.. It's three and your nose is running." He said, handing him a tissue. Jax took it, sitting up to blow his nose. He coughed into his arm, climbing out of bed.
"Can you make me some coffee?" He asked, and Nevada nodded, crawling back out of bed. "I feel like I got hit by a train.." He groaned, picking up the note on the dresser.
'You're such a fuck up. He doesn't even want to be around you. Fool.'
'Seriously. Can you get any stupider?'
'Why don't you just die? You have no point to be alive.'
He walked slowly out of the room, rubbing at his eye. He sniffled, then started to sneeze.
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Post by zephyr preston martinez on Jun 20, 2012 18:58:23 GMT -5
Zephyr was already back, but slumped in the bathroom half awake, to ashamed to come out. Not to mention the blood everywhere. He dropped the razor, staring at his arm, could hear them moving around out there. He rested his head on the tub, arm hanging over it so it wouldn't drip anywhere else.
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Post by jaxton matthew sanders on Jun 20, 2012 19:03:30 GMT -5
"Is Zephyr back?" He asked Nevada, sitting down at the island.
"Uh.. I dunno. I was making a bacon sandwich when he left and I've been in my room." He said, shrugging his shoulders. "You don't look good, Jax.. Do you need to go to the hospital?"
"No.. I have to work tonight. I don't have time.." He mumbled, rubbing his face. He took the mug Nevada offered him, taking a sip out of it before he laid his head back on the island.
"Jax, you need to stay home.. You know how bad you get when you get sick."
"It's just a cold Vegas."
"Jax, you don't just get /colds/. You get fucking pneumonia!"
"Whatever. I have to work."
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Post by zephyr preston martinez on Jun 20, 2012 19:10:41 GMT -5
Zephyr listened to them from the other room, drawing I a shaky breath. Who had he killed? How important were they? He watched the blood drip over his fingertips, gagged softly, and got to his feet to rinse his arm, wincing. He began to look through things with his free hand, accidentally knocked the toothpaste off the counter.
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Post by jaxton matthew sanders on Jun 20, 2012 19:17:13 GMT -5
Jax heard moving from the bathroom, and assumed Zeph was back. He knew he should go check on him, but he didn't think he even had the energy to get up off the stool he was on. "Vegas, I'm dizzy.." He mumbled, looking over at the boy.
"Like.. dreamy dizzy or you're gonna pass out dizzy?" Nevada asked, walking over to him. He was burning up. "Jax, you're going to the hospital.. You've got a fever."
"I'm going to be-" He started, then collapsed, Nevada barely catching him.
"You're always so hard headed, Jax. Always." He grunted, pulling him to the sofa before he started for the phone.
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