A Shavers Wrath"So Anton, how's shit?" Dillon asked Anton as they chilled in Joel's kitchen.
"It's alright..." He made over to a window and opened it before going back into the kitchen, he smirked before dropping his coffee cup, which shattered on the floor, he screamed and made fake blood spray onto the floor and cupboard with a tube of it that was up his sleeve. When Dillon ran over to help Anton jammed a needle into Dillon's chest, he tried to scream but the drugs were making his body go numb, he fell onto the floor and Anton covered his mouth with his hand, Dillon struggled weakly but couldn't get him off, he felt his consciousness melt away into nothing.
"Ffffffuck..." Dillon groaned, lifting his head weakly, the room was generally empty and dark, he opened his eyes as he heard Joel yelling and cursing, he tried to move but he couldn't, he found his hands were tied tightly behind him, and his legs as well were tightly bound. He looked to where Joel was, bound to a chair with his hand
Project: In Silico pt 1 (preview)It was two weeks before Rob was released from the rehab facility, but he was watched closely by those around him and was rarely left alone.
He barely spoke, in fact he hadn't spoken once since the incident. He barely slept, we practically had to force him to eat with very little success. All he did was sit alone in our room at our desk, staring out the window at nothing. He wouldn't look anyone in the eyes, would in fact seem to not even know they were there even when they stood in front of him. His gaze always stared off past them, empty, unflinching, lost.
I was with him all the time, often just laying on our bed with my laptop, reading, writing, working on my music, checking my social stuff, yada yada. I found even after days of this that I kept looking at him, kept hoping, praying that he would find me, that he would speak to me. I missed the sound of his voice and his strong hands, his deep blue eyes and rare, sweet smile. He wasn't the same at all. He hardly felt like Rob anymore
Watercolor Resonation part 6 "Emma...?" Joel rested a hand on my shoulder as I looked through the glass at Rob. He was tied down in a bed in the lone room beyond that glass. The window only felt like another wall...one of many now between them.
I jumped back as Rob turned his head and stared right at me, bumping into Joel. I hugged him tightly, feeling Rob's gaze watching me through the window.
"Joel!" I cried, "damnit...I can't...it hurts so much Joel...I don't want to see him like this..."
He held me close to him as we watched Rob through the window. He continued to look at us, our eyes met for a short moment. In his eyes I saw saddness, I saw fear, pain...I saw that he missed me. I let go of Joel and put a hand on the glass, Rob looked away, closing his eyes tight, a tear ran down his face. I quickly pulled away.
"What's wrong with him Joel...?" I asked sadly.
"Grief..." Joel said.
"Surely...surely there must be a way to bring Gareth back...isn't that what they did for you?"
"No...I wasn't dead...you can't brin