Post by Deleted on Jun 26, 2017 2:42:32 GMT -5
Jay opened his eyes. He felt groggy. He could barley see anything, one eye, fuzzy, the other dark. He rubbed his good eye and blinked a few times, trying to wake up. He felt like crap, but he didn't feel as hot as before. His hand ran over the incision mark the needle left. He remembered more and more as he sat up. Owen, Owen was here. He knew he had to do something about him. His brother, his brother had betrayed him. He couldn't let that go unknown.
He looked around the room. He remembered the room from growing up. He hadn't been enough times, when his father would drag him along. It had aged though, he didn't rememebr it being so old. Times sure had taken a toll on the small building. Like it had on the rest of the world. He looked around the room and his eyes fell on Owen, his brother, leaning against the wall.
Jay moved off the couch, over towards him. He had anger in his eyes, fire burning. He came up beside his brother, hands going around the man's neck. Jay squeezed, he held on. Owen did nothing, arms kept low, at his side. He didn't fight, didn't struggle. "Fight back. Fucking fight back," Jay yelled as he slammed Owen against the wall again and again. "Do something, fight back." He let go. "I should have killed you. I should kill you. All those people. All those love. Their on your hands. Innocent people, you killed them." He brought his fist agasint Owen face, drawing blood from his brothers lip. "Fight back."
Then he heard a voice. It was faint, a hint of fear in it. But he recognized it instantly, it was Daisy. Looking back at his sister he saw her, and he lowered his hands. He moved back from Owen, leaving him where he was on the floor. He looked at Daisy, in her eyes. The fire was gone, the anger.
"Dais, I.. I..I'm sorry," he said calmly looking down at her, "I fucked up. We all fucked up. I should have looked for you. I should have tried." Part of him didn't think it was real. Owen, Daisy. He had seen many faces, people he knew. None of them were real in his fever wrecked brain. Yet as he reached out to her, finger across her cheek he knew. She was real. She was real.
He moved back from her. "I...I...Owen he....I'm sorry." He looked back at his little brother, "Oh god Owen. I'm sorry. You...I....I." He moved back, taking a seat on the couch. He knew others were watching, the three of them. "Dais, you...you know what he did? What Owen did to those people. They were good people. He isn't a good man. But he found you, he kept you safe." Maybe he could forgive him. Maybe he could make amends. He doubted it, but it could happen. Owen had slaughtered his friends, people he cared for. Jay was supposed to protect them and Owen killed them the dead. He didn't know if he could ever forgive that.
Jay felt his hands clenched and immediately let go. He leaned back rubbing his good eye. "I...I don't know what to say. You probably want me gone."
He looked around the room. He remembered the room from growing up. He hadn't been enough times, when his father would drag him along. It had aged though, he didn't rememebr it being so old. Times sure had taken a toll on the small building. Like it had on the rest of the world. He looked around the room and his eyes fell on Owen, his brother, leaning against the wall.
Jay moved off the couch, over towards him. He had anger in his eyes, fire burning. He came up beside his brother, hands going around the man's neck. Jay squeezed, he held on. Owen did nothing, arms kept low, at his side. He didn't fight, didn't struggle. "Fight back. Fucking fight back," Jay yelled as he slammed Owen against the wall again and again. "Do something, fight back." He let go. "I should have killed you. I should kill you. All those people. All those love. Their on your hands. Innocent people, you killed them." He brought his fist agasint Owen face, drawing blood from his brothers lip. "Fight back."
Then he heard a voice. It was faint, a hint of fear in it. But he recognized it instantly, it was Daisy. Looking back at his sister he saw her, and he lowered his hands. He moved back from Owen, leaving him where he was on the floor. He looked at Daisy, in her eyes. The fire was gone, the anger.
"Dais, I.. I..I'm sorry," he said calmly looking down at her, "I fucked up. We all fucked up. I should have looked for you. I should have tried." Part of him didn't think it was real. Owen, Daisy. He had seen many faces, people he knew. None of them were real in his fever wrecked brain. Yet as he reached out to her, finger across her cheek he knew. She was real. She was real.
He moved back from her. "I...I...Owen he....I'm sorry." He looked back at his little brother, "Oh god Owen. I'm sorry. You...I....I." He moved back, taking a seat on the couch. He knew others were watching, the three of them. "Dais, you...you know what he did? What Owen did to those people. They were good people. He isn't a good man. But he found you, he kept you safe." Maybe he could forgive him. Maybe he could make amends. He doubted it, but it could happen. Owen had slaughtered his friends, people he cared for. Jay was supposed to protect them and Owen killed them the dead. He didn't know if he could ever forgive that.
Jay felt his hands clenched and immediately let go. He leaned back rubbing his good eye. "I...I don't know what to say. You probably want me gone."