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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Jan 2, 2011 0:50:47 GMT -5
She hadn't been done to see him in sometime, not like it really mattered to the sick and pain filled blond. He supposed she finally decide to let him rot down here in the dungeons, where it was cold, lonely and overall, depressing. His stomach long ago told him it was no longer hungry, it was far to busy eating itself. His system said he no longer needed water even though his mouth felt like a cotton ball.
He couldn't move anymore, he didn't even care that the straw in the corner of the room was even there and the blanket beneath him, did little for him anymore. The cold had finally touched the lower regions of the dungeon. If he could see, he would notice that his breath came out in nothing more then a fog, showing how cold it really was down here. Maybe he just gotten used too it, his poor white sweater was stained and dirty, if not slightly ripped. His head had stopped pounding, though the wound was long forgotten about and probably wasn't pleasant to see.
His legs, he couldn't feel those anymore either, nor his arms. His broken arm was discolored beneath his clothing, his hand looking blue, black and a touch of red. His other, merely red from cold and poor circulation. His shoulders hunched as he coughed silently. His voice, it too no longer seemed to function. Without it being used in so long, it just, went away.
The gag in his mouth did nothing for him, his lips where raw as his wrist. They had bleed off and on, he was quiet certain that there must be patches of blood here and there. Laying there, on the cold floor, knowing he was forgotten, he listened to the sounds around him. Cool water dripping down the frosted bars, bugs moving about and the lite moans of a dying human somewhere in the area.
He wasn't going to see Augusta again, he wasn't going to see Naelona or his siblings. God, he missed his brother so much...he would kill to see him and his friends. He didn't even know if Piper was even alive anymore. All he knew was pain and how bad it hurt to even breath, his lungs where full of congestion, breathing sounded like a roar of a lion with each breath he took.
God, he hated this, it wasn't the way he thought he was going to die. He figured, that one day his sickness would over take him, or that he would merely...well, he wasn't sure what he was expecting. He had almost died when he lost his eye and now, it seemed like he was going to die, alone and down here, forgotten like so many before him.
Aione would win then. She would be able to live freely. No one would know what she did, no one would punish her and no one would ever know what became of the blond. He just hoped someone took care of Kenny. He was a good cat...
Another rage of silent coughing over took him, causing his body to spaz and yank on his bindings, his bleeding started all over again. When it finally ended, his ears caught the distance sounds of someone descending to his level, he didn't care though. It would just be Aione.
Maybe she would finish the job this time, put him out of his growing misery.
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Jan 2, 2011 1:16:38 GMT -5
The sound the boy heard was too loud to be Aione, Aione didn't run like he did. His breath was harsh, he had been running for a good amount of time, from the dorms to the dungeons, his throat was raw from panting and running. His right knee, the bad one, sting a bit, and his head throbbed with an oncoming headache. His feet were heavy, footsteps loud and obnoxious. With a flashlight in hand, Augusta moved quickly, the light was pointed towards the ground, so as not to blind anyone. He did get keys from the ex red-head, he needed them. In his other hand, was a thick red set of bolt-cutters, which if anyone saw him, would be assumed as a weapon. The key he got from Aione would get him in, he just had to find the cell, the right one.
It was freezing down here, that was for sure. Augusta stopped running when he got on the level he wanted to be. He breathed heavily as he tucked the flashlight under his arm and walked up to the iron bars. This was supposed to be it. Holding the bolt-cutters under his arm he took out the key he had gotten from Aione, ripped it off the pretty neck of hers. He unlocked the cell and opened it, he then pointed his flashlight back at the ground, then slowly brought it up to search the room. When he flashed it over Kris's legs he stopped there. He let the light flow over the blond as he got a good view of how his love was. I should have killed her! the Frenchman thought angrily, Stupid wretched woman!
Augusta dropped the bolt cutters with a sharp and loud clanging sound, then he rushed to his lovers side. But as he dropped to his knees he stopped before speaking, Kristopher didn't trust him... Last time they had seen each other was one of the nights Vasant... Augusta pushed that thought out of his head. Augusta put a hand softly down on the side of Kristopher's cold, pale face. " Kris... Hey... It's me, Augusta... I'm gonna get you out of here..."
But the real question was... how the heck was he gonna do that?!
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Jan 2, 2011 1:29:03 GMT -5
The steps came and then stopped, he could hear panting. The woman probably was in a rush to get to him. She probably was about to get caught by the sounds of the breathing, a quick jingle and the scream of the old door moving alerted Kristopher to the fact she was in with him, or someone was at least.
His weak body tensed as something hit the ground. It sounded a bit too heavy to be a candle stick holder that she loved to slam into his poor body. His eyes beneath the binding were closed shut, he laid there, unmoving, awaiting her sweet voice to tell him what was going on, how she was going to get rid of him.
" Kris... Hey... It's me, Augusta... I'm gonna get you out of here..."
But it wasn't Aione's voice he heard, it was a mans. For a moment, it didn't register it was the voice of his lover. When it did, the blond tensed even more and hunched his shoulders. Vasant. Vasant was here, was that how she planned to get rid of him? With his help, with him giving the blond false hopes, then break them like he would break the blonds head with whatever he brought with him.
Kristopher wanted to cry right then and there. To think, she would call him down here to finish the job. It was heart breaking, but at least he would go out by the hands of someone that once loved him...even if it wasn't the same person.
The boy jerked from the touch, shocked at his warmth and unsure how to handle it. He wasn't certain if it was a hand that would hurt him or really....help him. He didn't pull away from the dark haired one beside him, it would be impossible for him to even try.
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Jan 2, 2011 1:42:18 GMT -5
Augusta watched as the blond boy flinched, it hurt the Frenchman in more ways than one to see his lover in this kind of state. But he knew Kris wasn't going to believe that it was him not after all the things Vasant had done. Augy wouldn't trust himself either if he was in Kris's situation. " H--hey, it's ok." he said and let his hand move slowly and gently over to the blindfold on the blonds face. " I'm gonna take this off okay? But don't open your eyes too quick, there's a flashlight right next to you, it might be bright..." he warned before gently moving the blindfold up and off Kristopher's head with both hands. Augusta looked at Kris for a second before reaching and gently taking off the gag on his loves mouth. But he put his hand very, very gently over the boys lips.
" Now, I know you're not going to trust a thing I say, I wouldn't expect you too... I mean, I want you to but... Oh whatever just... listen okay?" he asked and then sighed, when Kris gave some sort of nod in agreement he spoke. " I was taken by Jouhnin-Sama a week after you were taken, he did some stuff and... and I'm not sick anymore... Jouhnin-Sama made Vasant go away... It's just me, Naelona is really... Screwed up cause you were gone, and so we made an agreement, I'd be able to come get you, but I had to bring you to her unless you needed to go to the hospital first. " He took in a breath before he said his last words, " I'm not Vasant, and I'm not going to hurt you, not like the horrid bitch did." A soft smile came to Augy's lips as he looked at Kristopher a little further, he reached around the blond and began to slowly and softly untie the ropes on that, once of, would unsure Kris's freedom.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Jan 2, 2011 1:55:17 GMT -5
" H--hey, it's ok. I'm gonna take this off okay? But don't open your eyes too quick, there's a flashlight right next to you, it might be bright..."
He kept his eyes shut tightly, for two reasons. One, the light would blind him worse then he was and secondly, he was afraid to look at Augusta. Who could blame him? He was afraid that if he looked, he might see a scowl of evil rather then a hopeful expression.
Slowly, the blond opened his eyes and blinked, a lot. Nothing seemed to come into focus and the light was harsh to his poor eyes, both human and inhuman ones. After a painful moment and watery eyes he was able to focus. Slowly, his eyes rolled to meet Augusta's when the hand touched his lips.
Once again, he jerked, a hand wouldn't matter. He couldn't scream anyways, let alone talk. But the look he saw on the others face, made him start to think that maybe...just maybe this was Augusta and not a trick. He listened to him without making a move. His two colored eyes studying him as he told his tale.
Naelona. He missed her, he actually did. He also felt a wave of shame and grief for what he caused his Master who took care of him. He hoped, she would be alright when he returned to her...and Augusta. Vasant was gone? Really..gone, gone? Kristopher redirected his eyes to focus on the darkness, resigned to try and believe the one beside him. Everything he said, screamed Augusta and in his heart...he was sure it was him.
Kristopher's face suddenly contorted into pain, his mouth wide open, but no sound came out. He turned his face towards the cold floor, blond hair covering his tearful face as Augusta worked on the ropes about him. Augusta wasn't hurting him, but the binding was, it had dug into his skin so much that even the slight movement of them send waves of pain, especially through his broken arm. Blood was flowing back into those limbs at full speed with only made his pain worse.
The blond bit his lip sharply to try and keep his body still and his face turned away from the one beside him. His shoulders shook and his wheezing increased before he coughed it away silently.
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Jan 2, 2011 2:05:33 GMT -5
Augusta Kept his focus on the bindings instead of his lover who seemed to be writhing in pain. " S--sorry Kris... I k--know it must hurt..." Oh Augy was slowly losing it, his composure that is. He gently got the bindings off before tossing the bloody stuff away. He didn't have any sort of wrapping with him which was stupid of him, he didn't have any water or anything either. " God I'm stupid... I--I should h--have... b--brought"
That didn't last long. Insert the tears. Augusta had been holding the tears back with anger ever since he had been back from Jouhnin, he hadn't cried once, he'd considered crying, but never did because of all his pent-up anger. But now that he had nothing to be angry at, all that guilt and shame and sadness was right up in the front. Of course tears might have been streaming down his lovers face but he pushed past it, he wiped his eyes once with the back of his hand before examining the damage on his lovers arm. It was obvious it was broken, he had to do something about that. But he had nothing to brace the arm with so he just took off his thick leather jacket and sniffled like a child.
" I--I need to b--brace this arm Kris... I--It's going to h--hurt but I n--need to move it up so I--I can make i--it more stable w--with my jacket okay." he said and then lightly lifted the broken arm and slipped his jacket around it to hopefully make sure the arm didn't move too much. Augusta then looked to the floor, it was going to be a horrible trip to the hospital in the snow up there with just a t-shirt, but Augusta would manage it. I need to get him to the hospital...
" I'm s--so sorry K--Kris... I--I should h--have never left y--you...."
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Jan 2, 2011 2:19:15 GMT -5
Oh, it hurt more then anything in the world! The blond kept screaming silently, he couldn't move the arm and he didn't want it moved even though, as a doctor, he knew better. The arm had to be moved in some way, but the arm had healed in the wrong way and it wouldn't bend very well at all.
Eventually, Augusta would get it where he needed it to be. Even though it made Kris sweat to his core and cause him to hunch and hold his arm as if he was afraid it might fall off. Speaking of moving, the one arm that wasn't broken was moving fine, just very slow, very stiff like.
He hadn't noticed how truly cold he was until the jacket on his arm gave him some warmth. His bruised face came together in an expression there was no words for and his poor body started to shake like no other. He was cold, he was feeling it finally. His face was flushed and all he could do for the next two minutes was cough.
The blond was taking deep breaths now, his hand still holding the broken arm tightly to his chest. There was nothing he could say to Augusta to make him feel any better. Kristopher had no voice, he hadn't had one in sometime due to the lack of it being used beyond crying in pain. Much like his legs haven't moved in that time frame either.
Finally, the boy looked at his lover. He wanted out of here, but at the same time he was scared to death to leave. He wanted warmth but knew Aione was above somewhere, waiting and watching. His eyes where pleading his sad case, to wanting to leave or be left here. Either was fine with him.
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Jan 2, 2011 2:40:37 GMT -5
Augusta wanted Kris to say something back, he wanted his love to tell him everything was okay and that all they needed was each other. But it wasn't going to happen, not now at least. Augusta stopped thinking such horrible thoughts, he told himself he had to buck up and deal. Kristopher needed out of here and Augusta was the only one who could help. He had to do something and it had to be now. There was no time for tears and sob-stories, this was a serious matter. Augusta stopped crying and wiped away the tears, he was acting too manly though, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
The Frenchman looked at his love and smiled, " I'm gonna have to carry you to the hospital, I'll wrap you up in the blanket but I need you to hold your arm steady so it doesn't move to much and cause you more pain then it should." Augy looked down and figured the best way to go about this. He slipped his right arm under Kris's knees and then the other around the blond boys mid-section. He lifted the blond easily, Kris was sicker than normal so he weighed nearly nothing which scared the daylights out of Augusta.
" I need to get you to the hospital now..." he said and started walking as fast as he could without causing the blond to much pain or stress on his body. They got out of the dungeons easily but when they got into the palace things got complicated, it was warmer but poeple were around. Doding them was hard but Augy did it like the Rebel Leader he was.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Jan 2, 2011 2:48:53 GMT -5
He merely nodded to Augusta's words and nothing more. He held his arm to his chest even tighter then before when he was lifted. A hiss left his lips and that was the only sound to come out of him with his eyes closed so tightly.
He weighed little and his body was stiff from the cold, fear, and inability to move for a long time. Eventually, as they traveled, Kristopher started to releax against Augy. His read rolled to the side, resting on his love's chest. His shoulders shook every few minutes and for some reason, the boy felt tired. Very tired.
His head was starting to hurt too and was it just him or was the world spinning? His eyes closed, only to reopen to find himself somewhere else, in the ever busy palace. Kristopher was too sick, too tired, and in too much pain to care anymore.
His mouth opened to speak, his lips moved but nothing came out. Later, this would fustrate the boy but for now, he didn't care. He was getting warm for the frist time in so many days. His breathing labored he merely sighed, drawing in and letting out shakey breaths.
With half closed eyes, the blond lifted a hand and touched Augusta on the chest and shifted a little. Not to be let down, but to move enough to get more comfortable...if that was possible. Everything seemed to move in blurs for him. He kept going to sleep and awaking back up, jarred by pain or sudden movements, even certain sounds woke him. Such as the voices of women.
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Jan 2, 2011 23:24:03 GMT -5
Augusta carried Kristopher like he was a thousand bucks and if he dropped it it would all disappear. He made his way to the hospital as quickly as he could but he knew he'd have to go outside. He needed Kris to be warm so when he found a bunch of girl slaves he asked them for their coats. They looked at Kris then to Augy then handed over the coats. Augusta thanked human for having a kind nature. He also thanked the girls as they got Krissy wrapped up without moving the blond too much. Of course Augusta didn't take his jacket back, since it was bracing Kristopher's arm. He'd just have to deal with the cold wouldn't he?
" C--come one Kris, stay with me for a little bit longer..." The Frenchman carried the blond outside, the wind was blowing like a beast and Augusta had to brace himself. He shivered a bit and then started going, he didn't run but it was a fast walk. The trip from the palace to the hospital was longer then Augusta would like, but the dark-haired man didn't want to be out for too long or he'd not be able to make it to the hospital because he'd be frozen himself. Which would be bad, very bad.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Jan 2, 2011 23:31:42 GMT -5
Kristopher wasn't at all comfortable with all the looks and the women handing over the coats. They could of used them and Augusta needed something. But there was no way in hell his man would be able to fit into a woman's sized jacket like Kristopher could.
Still, the blond said nothing even though he wanted too, nothing came out of his partened lips. It was bitter outside and the blond shuddered from the cold wind. But the jackets kept him warm, but that didn't stop him from pressing into the man carring him.
Kristopher buried his face in Augusta's chest in an attempted to block the wind from his face. But Augusta must of been cold as hell, his hand clang to the older mans shirt again and not letting go.
Sitting outside the hospital where a few nurses, most of them having a decent smoke outside and shooting the breeze. They hadn't noticed the two approaching in the distance for a good five minutes until one finally looked up, startled. She took one look at the boys approaching.
"Find Gloria." The nurse said to the other quickly as she too, went inside to find the older woman. It seemed like they where going to have company after all.
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Jan 3, 2011 0:04:03 GMT -5
Augusta saw the nurses smoking, the women all went to Augy as soon as they got closer to the door. They got the two boys inside and Gloria another nurse, second to Gloria came running. Gloria busted around the corner like a WWF hot-shot, pushing all kinds of people out of her way as she spat vulgarities in both English and Italian. She stopped when she got closer to Augy and Kris and looked like she would break down. " Holy smokes boys... Johnny take care of Mr. Freeze over there... I'll handle Mr. Near-Death. "
Of course when Gloria took Kris, carrying him because Gloria was a certified beast, Augusta fell to his knees. Johnny pushed his blue bangs out of his face and wrapped a blanket around Augusta. The Frenchman sat on his knees for a second before trying to get up. " W--wait, but Kris..." Johnny frowned and helped Augusta up, " let me help you Augy... I'll let you see Kris when your not attempting to get frostbite..." Augusta stared as Kris disappeared, Gloria taking him on a stretcher to the back of the hospital. " S--s--shit..." Augusta muttered as he watched his love leave.
" He'll be fine, Gloria is the best nurse here, she really should be promoted to a doctor like Kris and I should be head nurse..." Johnny laughed and put a warming packet on Augusta's hands. Augusta sighed and then frowned, " I need a jacket soon, I need to go tell Madam Ezel about this. " He said and felt his pocket, wait, he still had the watch! Augusta held the packet and the grabbed Johnny and started after Kris and Gloria.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Jan 3, 2011 0:13:16 GMT -5
Now, normally, Kristopher loved the color white but today, he was hating it. Now why would he be hating his favorite color? Because it burned his mother fucking eyes, thats why! He was so used to the dark that he had to cover his eyes with a jacket sleeve as he hissed in pain.
His eyes were not adjusting well to the sudden light changes. Being switched off to Gloria was an odd feeling and well,the strecher wasn't so bad, minus the fact it hurt him being moved around so much.
An unhappy sound came from him, the frist sound he had been able to make for sometime now. Slowly, he opened his eyes to look at Gloria, his experssion was nothing but pain and fear. One side of his face was partly bruises and a healing scratch under his eye. Who knew what else was hiding beneath his clothing and if anything else had been broken by the crazy woman that kept him locked away.
Kristopher looked away from Gloria then as a fit of coughs over took him, leaving him gasping for air and his lungs sounding like shit.
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Jan 3, 2011 0:41:14 GMT -5
Gloria looked at the blond and sighed softly, " Geezus Kris... Can't you stay out of trouble for once?" She asked with a little smile, she then took the coats off him and some other nurses went to his wrists and ankles, cleaning and bandaging them. When Gloria got Augy jacket off Kris's arm she looked surprised. This was not... anatomically correct at ALL! She sighed and asked one of the nurses to get her something drown out the pain, and some water too. Gloira looked at Kris's screwed-up arm and put a hand to her forehead.
" I hate my job... Hate it... Why do I even do this...?" She shook her head when a nurse brought some pills and a glass of water, " Fuck, I don't even know why I do this anymore. " Gloria took the pills in her hand and closed her hand into a fist, crushing the pills with her brute strength. She brushed the power into the water and stirred it with a spoon she had been given. She then went to Kris and lifted his head. " Drink Blondie, the water will help your dry throat and the pills will make fixing your arm less.... miserable..."
She looked at the wound on Kris's head and beckoned a nurse to come over and clean and take care of it. " You should stop trying to make yourself a ginger, it's not gonna match your skin tone sweetie..."
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Jan 3, 2011 0:50:26 GMT -5
Really, Glora? That was what Kristopher would say to her if he could, but he did manage to give her a weak smile. It wasn't his fault he got into trouble with a crazy bitch. Really, what was he to do? He was the least violent person in all of wonderland!
Sighing, and blinking at Gloria's experssion, he looked down at his arm. Wow. That was...really...not right. It was the frist time he actually got to see himself...and wow. So, that's why he was hurting so bad. His arm was huge....and so abonormally....bent and healed....
And why did she do this still? Because she loved him, well not really, it was something else he would say to her if he could. Just to make light of the situation even if he didn't feel like it. Hell, he didn't even feel like living much anymore. But he did what she said, he went to drink the water only to choke on it pretty badly. After a few more tries he was able to take it down.
Well, maybe he liked to look ginger? Maybe it was something he should go for seeing as everyone seemed to like to beat his head into something. His tongue moved around on his lips for a moment, trying to get them moist again.
At least the drug was making him feel---a little out there. Which was nice really. It made breathing easier, his pain was reducing but he was still tired as hell. He wondered what else was wrong with his body. He had to wonder when another nurse was poking around at his ribs. Was any of those broken? He had no clue, but he was sure there was a nasty bruise from the look on her face.
With dilating pupils, he looked over at Gloria, eyes partly closed with an experssion that was close to---Now what?
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