[ACE] Devil's duty

[derek chandler ralston]

Derek sighed, shaking his head. "He's not being mean, Chantel," He tried to explain. "He just doesn't like being touched, okay? Now leave him be so he can eat." He managed a smile her way so the words wouldn't sound cold shouldered, and took another bite of his food.

[aerin 'ace' colt endsley]

She looked him over before she started eating her chopped up noodles. Ace finished half of his, but never having eaten much at one time, he started to feel sick and pushed his plate away. He reached for his water, taking a long drink out of it. He looked over at Parish, who was eating slowly, twirling her noodles around her fork. She looked up, raising an eyebrow.

"What's wrong, child?" She asked, sitting up a little straighter.

"I'm just.. not used to eating at the table.." He said quietly.

"Well, you're no animal, and unless it's pizza, we eat at the table." She said with a smile. "Why don't you go read a book?"

"I don't know how to read much.." He mumbled quietly, looking down. He could recognize his name, or read small words. But reading a book was beyond him.

[derek chandler ralston]

Derek bit his lip quietly as he listened to them, and figured he probably needed to jump in and save the poor boy. He set his fork down and cleared his throat. "Ace, you want to go for a walk?" He murmured softly.

[aerin 'ace' colt endsley]

"No, finish eating.." He said quietly, running his hands over his jeans. He wasn't sure he wanted to bother him while he ate. He carefully left from the table, walking into the living room. He sat down, picking up a magazine to look at the pictures.

[derek chandler ralston]

Derek groaned after he left, tilting his head back so it made an audible 'thump' against the chair. Shaking his head slowly, he began to eat and got up to rinse his plate, dumping the rest of Ace's and doing the same for his.

[aerin 'ace' colt endsley]

Ace flipped through the magazine, but he couldn't really tell one color from the other. He reached up, rubbing an eye before he sat it aside, pulling his legs up in the seat with him.

"You think he'd let me give him a hair cut? He looks like a dog." Parish asked, leaning back in her seat.

"What's wrong with dogs?" Chantel asked, and Parish chuckled.

"Nothing, if they're kept pretty."

[derek chandler ralston]

Derek shrugged. "He'll trust you more than me," He mumbled halfheartedly, taking a beer from the fridge and opening it. He moved into the living room, looking down at Ace with troubled eyes. "You want Parish to give you a hair cut? If not we can...go in tomorrow, I guess."
'You really think you can skip out on doing what I said?' Satan snapped and Derek swallowed.
"Just..talk to her about it." He set his beer down, swallowing as he moved for the stairs.

[aerin 'ace' colt endsley]

Ace looked over, biting his lip. He watched him leave, then walked over to Parish. She went and cleaned her plate, then showed him to the bathroom. They were in there for about a half an hour before she left and the shower started. He walked out, wrapped in a towel. He walked downstairs.

"Looks good." Parish said, and he started up to his room.

[derek chandler ralston]

Derek had snuck off to the upstairs bathroom where he was now on the floor groaning and sweaty. "I'm sorry.." He slurred weakly. "I..I saw him and...I wanted to help...I'm sorry..." He gagged, leaning over the toilet as he got sick before slumping again.

[aerin 'ace' colt endsley]

Ace knocked gently on the door, biting his lip in worry. He honestly felt bad for him, didn't know what was wrong. "Derek?" He asked quietly, his blue eyes glued to the floor as he expected him to tell him to leave.

[derek chandler ralston]

Derek didn't hear him, too distracted by Satan's hurtful words, the images of the twin towers he was putting through his head, the faces of everybody he had killed because Satan had made him.
'You monster. Nobody can love you, not even as a father figure, much less a companion. Fool!'
Tears fell down his burning cheeks, heart feeling like it was back in his throat again. He couldn't see straight, his ears ringing as he gagged.

[aerin 'ace' colt endsley]

Ace just made his way back to his room, figuring he would be no source of comfort at all. He dropped his towel by the bed, climbing in between the sheets. He laid his head down, realizing how big the bed was compared to where he usually slept.

[derek chandler ralston]

Head pounding, eyes near red, wall crumbled around his fist as he struck it with a sob, trying to stop Satan's torture. He stumbled to his feet, staggering as he fumbled with the door. He didn't make it down the stairs on his feet however, rolling to a stop at the bottom with a pained groan.

[aerin 'ace' colt endsley]

Ace heard Chantel downstairs, saying something. But he had no desire to get up and see what was wrong. If anything, he felt like he was useless here now. He closed his eyes, chewing on his lip as he tried not to cry. He felt bad, being so pointless. At least he was useful when he was being abused..

[derek chandler ralston]

Derek rolled onto his back with a shaky breath, red eyes flicking open as he clawed at the carpet, crying out.
"Make him leave me alone.." He slurred brokenly past the pounding in his head. His shirt clung to his sweaty body, senses clouded by Satan's laughter.