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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 1, 2007 22:22:55 GMT
I'd found myself back here again, as always. There was a reason this time, besides my sub-conscious fucking around with me. This time I was hiding.
My head was swimming slightly, as I tried to get a firmer grip on what the hell was going on anyway.
"Go...hide, and you've got to be quick about it. Liam's got out." Logan's voice is floating around my head so much that it's making me dizzy, and it feels like my skull is splitting.
I knew it'd all catch up with me eventually, I just hadn't taken the threat seriously until right now, this instant. When it was too late.
The heavy sounds of my own footsteps were still pounding around my head even though I'd long since stopped moving. Just another scrap of noise to prevent me from making sense of it all.
There's more voices in my head now, Yumi's for some reason, "We can try and stop together, if you want." A large part of my conscience is confused as to why a conversation about cutting should pop into my head now of all times, but it draws my eyes to my bare arm. The hastily scratched in word is spelt out in scars, gleaming pearly in the half light of the hallway, 'Worthless.'
"You're useless, Chris! Completely worthless! Seriously, I cannot fucking believe this! You've blown it...fucking blown it! It's a plan, it's all a fucking plan, remember that, and don't you go falling in love with her or we'll have to change tac! Fucking idiot!" Logan's voice is louder than before, drowning out all the others.
My hands shake slightly, Liam's back...Liam's back...after you fucked it up and left him to rot...Liam's back...
I close my eyes for a moment, listening to the silence to try and calm down, then hearing footsteps.
I jump so badly it feels like a shock's just hit all the way through my bones and I start to ache, fumbling in my haste to draw my wand, backing up slightly with my eyes fixed on the stairs and the source of the noise.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 2, 2007 17:48:28 GMT
Your on bed rest, not suppose to be wandering around.
So now I'm not allowed to go downstairs for something to eat? I'm suppose to be locked up in my room all day?
Do the words 'Bed Rest' mean nothing to you?
Nope. Nothing.
I keep hold of the staircase, hearing something downstairs.
That doesn't sound good.
Course it doesn't, and they say I'm the dumb one?
"God, just shut up." I mumble, putting my hand to my forehead.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 2, 2007 17:58:22 GMT
"Holy shit..." I hiss to myself as I recognise the voice on the stairs, immediately relaxing slightly without meaning to.
Idiot, who did you think it was?
Don't make me answer.
Then I flinch slightly, reminding myself that it is in fact Maddie, which although being far from worst case scenario it's also far from best.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 2, 2007 18:02:50 GMT
I stop, seeing it was only Ian.
Fuck.
"Should have stayed in bed," I mumble, turning back around to go back up the stairs.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 2, 2007 18:06:13 GMT
Well, that was remarkably easy.
Stop it.
"I need to talk to you," I call up the stairs after her, "Can you just...just give me five minutes?"
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 2, 2007 18:11:08 GMT
I stop where I was, ingoring the voice that was telling me not to listen to him.
"Fine," I mutter turning back around, arms crossed over my chest."Five minutes, that's all you get. I shouldn't even be up out of bed."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 2, 2007 18:18:15 GMT
"This is going to sound...completely...look," I stop, still trying to sort out my head, "Fuck...right, okay. You'll just have to take my word for this because I can't explain," Without telling you the whole truth for once, "But, you've got to be careful. From now, I mean, really careful...just...just stay safe...and keep Alex and Aaron safe?"
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 2, 2007 18:24:34 GMT
"Completely insane?" I finish for him,Stay safe? What does he mean by that? This doesn't sound good. "Ian, what did you do?" The words are out of my mouth so fast it took me a moment to realize I'd even said them.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 2, 2007 18:29:29 GMT
"Yeah, completely insane, that's what I meant," I mumble.
The question takes me slightly by surprise, and I'm not really sure how I'm supposed to reply, "Well, it's-...uh...it's complicated and-...but it sounds worse than it is, I didn't mean-...it's not important. Just please, keep safe? And if anyone asks, then...you have no idea who I am, and as far as you know I don't exist. That should help."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 2, 2007 18:37:51 GMT
I ingore his crazy rambles and ask again,"What did you do?" My grip on the banister tightens,"No more lying Ian, what the fuck have you done now?"
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 2, 2007 18:41:18 GMT
"Nothing recently," I mutter, "It's...I didn't mean to, I really didn't but now everything's caught up-...A uh friend of mine just got let out of Azkaban and he's...um...upset? And Logan is...even more upset. And...I didn't actually do anything wrong this time. Honestly."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 2, 2007 18:46:49 GMT
So in another words you've got another psycho murderer to look out for.
I didn't even know why I was angry this time. The fact he'd put us in danger, again. The fact I knew he was probably lying about something or other. Or the fact there was a sharp shooting pain in my stomach. I flinch slightly, gripping onto the banister again.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 2, 2007 18:49:16 GMT
"I'd take it back if I could," I say after a moment, watching her expression.
Then remind myself she doesn't know the significance of those words anyway.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 2, 2007 18:55:10 GMT
I open my mouth to reply, but close it again, gripping onto the banister again,"Fuck," I mumble, leaning slightly against it.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 2, 2007 18:57:38 GMT
"What?" I ask sharply, my hand already halfway to my pocket where my wand is, automatically on edge again.
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 2, 2007 19:03:27 GMT
Oh no, no, no. It's not.
"I think they're coming." I mutter, sinking down, wincing in pain again.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 2, 2007 19:08:59 GMT
I freeze, temporarily stunned into stillness, before managing finally, "That can't be right. It's too early..."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 2, 2007 19:14:21 GMT
He's right, you still have two months. It's too early.
"Yeah, well tell that to them." I mutter, feeling that sharp pain again.
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 2, 2007 19:18:24 GMT
"Oh shit," I laugh incredulously, running a hand through my hair, "Shit. Uhm...okay, you need to be in St Mungo's...shit..."
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 3, 2007 0:46:19 GMT
I bite down hard on my bottom lip to stop from crying in pain.
"No, no no. It's probably just a false alarm. They're common.." Another pain."Fuck..alright maybe not."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 3, 2007 21:14:38 GMT
"Shit," I mumble again, seriously starting to question whether there's any other words left in my vocabulary, taking a hesitant step forward, "Is it...okay to apparate?"
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 4, 2007 2:52:08 GMT
"Are you fucking crazy? No!" I bite down on my bottom lip,"Fuck that, yes! I'll murdered Rory, said this wasn't suppose to hurt."
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Post by Ian Hunt on Dec 4, 2007 22:19:15 GMT
"Shit..." I mumble again, taking another step forward and lightly taking hold of her arm, not sure if that was okay or not, "Um...fuck, fuck, fuck, shit...ready?"
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Post by Madeline Speare on Dec 5, 2007 2:11:31 GMT
I put my hand over his, without really thinking about it. "Yeah," I nod,"Ready as I'll ever be."
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