Pathetic

[Ian Hunt]

I sit on the porch to the house. It was the middle of the night, so no one else should be up so I could sit and be on my own. I felt like being on my own most of the time now. I take another drag on my cigarette, then sigh slightly, dropping it to the floor and stubbing it out. Smoking didn't seem to be working for me anymore.
I lean back against the wall, closing my eyes and trying to ignore my pounding headache. I'd taken a couple of pain killers but it wouldn't go away. My wrists are stiff and sore, the recent cuts catching on the cloth of my sleeves, determined not to let me forget.
You're pathetic. Every little thing that happens...
This is not a little thing. This is a resoundingly...big thing. This is your brother and your daughter...dead. That is not a little thing.
My hands start to shake slightly in my haste to fumble in my pocket with the pill bottle. Anti-depressants...great. I knock a few back without counting how many, glaring at the blade that slipped out of my pocket with a clatter.
I place the bottle aside, picking up the blade and turning it in my hands so it caught what little light there was out here.
"I'm done with you," I say softly, planning to throw it as far as I could away from me but unable to move my arms to do so. The cuts catch again on my sleeve, opening and bleeding again.
"Fuck," I mutter, shoving both bottle and blade back into my pocket, and rolling up the sleeve on my left arm, wiping away the fresh blood accidently smearing it across my dark mark and snorting slightly. I let my other hand fall back to my side and just look at the left arm, bloody and sore, scarred and marked.
"You pathetic son of a bitch," I mumble, forcing my gaze away and out over the grounds, not for the first time Rowan's voice back inside my head, "Why do you do this to yourself? What happened to you? Christopher was better than what you are now and he was a fucking psychopath! Where's my brother?"
Yeah, well where's mine, Row? I think bitterly in response, leaning my head back against the wall again, deserving the cruel whistle of the open air on the wounds.

[Logan Andrews]

"I agree," I tell him, leaning against the wall a little way away. I'd been standing here for a little while, watching him having come here on the off chance he might be around and somewhere accesable and outside rather than in the house full of Order members, "You are a pathetic son of a bitch."
I watch him for a bit longer, eyes skating over the scars, blood, mark, smirk uncurling at the thought of the pills, smoking.
"You're falling apart, aren't you Chris?"

[Ian Hunt]

My head snaps up at the sound of the voice, rolling my sleeves down immediately, wishing I had my wand.
I stare back at him, ignoring his comments, then slowly get to my feet, light headed and slightly dizzy but not letting on.
"This is your fault," I say quietly, wishing there was something more I could say.

[Logan Andrews]

"Well, that's quite an accusation there Christopher," I smirk casually, drawing my wand and rolling it between my hands, just in case, "I don't see how you becoming this much of a wreck is all my fault."
I take in how slowly he moves, how he stumbles ever so slightly and laugh, "What's wrong with you? I mean, more wrong than everything else. My, my, Chris are you high?"

[Ian Hunt]

"No," I reply, straightening up slightly, I hadn't touched anything like that in months now. It was probably either bloodloss or the pills I'd been taking, although I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing that.
"What do you want?"

[Logan Andrews]

"Just came to see how you were holding up," I reply with a nonchalant shrug, "Emotional trauma you've been through lately, thought I'd come and add a little to it by letting you know it was your fault."
I smirk a little, pulling a thin silver chain from my pocket, broken at the clasp and rusted with blood, "This...do you recognise this?"

[Ian Hunt]

My heart skips several beats all at once until I feel like I might actually be dead, stomach tightening.
"Fucker," I growl, stumbling forward slightly, "That is not yours to take!"

[Logan Andrews]

"No, it's not mine," I smirk, holding it up to the limited light pooling out of an upstairs window of the house, "It's little baby Rowans."
I pretend to wipe away a tear, "Oh what a matyr. He died for our sins, Christopher! What a little martyr."

[Ian Hunt]

"Fucker!" I repeat louder, "How-...you-..." I stop, because my jaw's clenched so much I can't speak anymore.

[Logan Andrews]

I laugh, "And I haven't even started yet! Guess what else I have? Go on, guess!"
It's obvious he's not going to after a moment or so, so I just sigh, "You're absolutely no fun," then dig in my other pocket and hold up an acorn, "Your daughter...oh the little mudblood brat...she can screeam, likes acorns too, she had a collection of them. Screamed for Daddy, but Daddy couldn't do anything oh no, daddy was long gone. Screamed for Uncle Ian to come save her, Aunt Maddie too. Uncle Scott, Aunt Morgan, Aunt Cilla...quite the little social butterfly. Ha, butterfly, get it? Papillon, butterfly, funny no?"

[Ian Hunt]

I stay still for a long moment, trying to work out if I'm more angry or miserable, then decide it's the first one and slip my hands into my pocket for my wand before remembering it's inside.
"I'm going to make you pay, Logan," I say quietly, unable to look at him, "You're going to regret what you've done."

[Logan Andrews]

"I seriously doubt it. I'd do it again if I had the chance," I grin, loving this. I couldn't remember feeling quite so content with the world.
I laugh, "You don't have your wand. You're not going to attack me without it. You never do."

[Ian Hunt]

Without thinking about it, I lunge forward, knocking him backwards, punching him as hard as I can wherever I can.

[Logan Andrews]

I make a sort of surprised noise, trying to push him off and rolling onto my side, jaw aching, and coughing as he knocks the wind out of me.

[Ian Hunt]

I twist his arm, trying to force him to reliquish his grip on his wand, keeping my elbow at his throat to keep him down.

[Logan Andrews]

I gasp slightly in pain, loosening my grip then closing my eyes and mentally cursing myself for letting go of my wand and letting him get the advantage.
But then I open them again, smirking uo at him and wiping blood from my lip onto the back of my hand, "Well, well, well, look who's back."

[Ian Hunt]

"Still an arrogant fucker an inch from death," I growl, jamming his own wand to his neck and forcing his head back, pinning his left arm down so he could only move his weakest one.
"Oh, yeah, I'm back. Congratulations, you've done it. You got Chris back," I mutter, ramming his wand up slightly so it'd hopefully bruise the flesh of his neck, "You obviously didn't think it through though."

[Logan Andrews]

I laugh although it sounds slightly choked and just ends up in me gasping slightly for breath, tilting my head back further for relief.
"No, what I did, wasn't in a bid for this. It was revenge," I manage to glare up at him despite the less than convenient situation, "This is what you get. I told you to leave her alone or I'd go after them, didn't I? I told you, and you had to fucking do it again."

[Ian Hunt]

"You fucking idiot!" I snap, "Why can't you see it? I crucio-ed her twice, in front of you. First warning, yes? Then what? I left her alone, all I did was fucking talk to her! You know what? You're not scared of me hurting her, you're scared you're losing her, and you are. She's slipping away from you and there is nothing you can do so you take it out on me. No, you take it out on my brother," Sparks fly out of the end of his wand, singing his neck, due to my anger, "And my two year old daughter."

[Logan Andrews]

I take a sharp breath in pain as the spark singe my neck, eyes narrowing further, "You have no idea what you're talking about."

[Ian Hunt]

"I know exactly what I'm talking about," I snarl, "You're the pathetic one, not me. You get a little scared, and take it out on people who aren't equipped to defend themselves."

[Logan Andrews]

"Sounds a bit like you, Chris," I growl, determined to steer the conversation out of this kind of talk, "In fact this whole situation is familiar. Just like when we were kids, yeah? Someone makes you lose that oh so volatile temper of yours and you end up like this. All I'm missing is the accidental setting of something on fire and it'll be memory lane in the flesh."

[Ian Hunt]

"Oh don't worry," I say, smirking in a wry way, "It's just not going to be accidental."
I put his wand to the side of his face, so the tip is nearly touching the skin before leaning forward slightly, and offering him a hollow smile, "This is going to hurt," before leaning back again and getting ready to jump up and away from him.
Lacarnum Inflammarae.

[Logan Andrews]

I roar in agony, trying to writhe away as the flames burn at the side of my face, closing my eyes tightly instinctively to try and protect them, rolling onto my side in the grass.

{dudes...that was psychotic of you.}

[Ian Hunt]

I back away slightly so I'm out of the immediate danger, watching him, feeling some sadistic sort of satisfaction. Not that it was enough.
I kick him off his side and onto his back, "Get up. Get up and go away and never come near me or anyone I care about ever again or I'm going to kill you in worse ways than you can imagine. Are we clear, Logan?"

[ooc-lolz. that waz darren.]

[Logan Andrews]

I gasp, coughing dryly and trying to get a firmer grip on reality.

{omb...stop with the z's man! we know you're sexually attracted to them. i thought you took darren to the library to study not come on here...}

[Ian Hunt]

"I said are we fucking clear!?" I repeat louder, "Do not make me say it again."

[ooc- yeah...but then he got bored and saw i was on here and came to bother me...]

[Logan Andrews]

"Crystal," I manage, before forcing myself to apparate out of there and away from him before he can do anything else.
Well, you brought Chris back, well done there.

{manslags both of ye. now come home. i been DLing keane onto your PC. haha.}

[Ian Hunt]

I watch the spot where he'd been for a moment, then stoop down, picking up his wand and the contents of his hand in mine.
I snap his wand in half, throwing the pieces in different directions, and look at the chain and acorn for a little longer, before putting them in my pocket and making my way back up to the porch and the house.

[ooc-haha. *slow clap* great insult there man. yeah wez coming home anywayz, if my car will fucking start. tell your mum we might need a lift pleasez. i'm gonna kill you, what did i tell you about DLing shit like that?]

[Logan Andrews]

{fuck you. i aint telling her nufink! <<<el chaviola. haha, yeah i'll tell her. and er...you told me not to... ;D }