How Annoying

[Augusta Davingoun]

"Not here. . .and. . .I don't think..., I mean, um."

Yup, Kristopher wasn't ready for this part yet. Augusta didn't even hear Kris's excuse as he pulled away from him. He looked hurt, which was partly true, but he was mostly just... in pain. Not only had he dealt with finding out the one he loved more then anything forgot about him, but that he couldn't even do anything anymore. Being this far away from Kris in a mental and physical way was getting to be too much, and at this point, Augusta was done trying.

"It's just. . . to early. . . isn't?"

Yeah, whatever. He picked up his shirt and slung it over his shoulder, " I don't think it will ever be 'too early' anymore... more like 'too late'..." he said softly and pushed up his glasses. He ran a hand through his hair, no... depression wasn't a strong enough word, more like 'exhausted' and 'tired of trying something that is obviously not working.' But that's not a word is it?

[Kristopher Roberts]

" I don't think it will ever be 'too early' anymore... more like 'too late'..."

The blond flinched and wished he did not look at Augusta or even answered. Maybe it would of been best if he just let Augy do what he wanted. The eighteen year old's right hand moved to hold his left arm. The blond did not say a word. Instead he swallowed back and emotion and turned away from the dark haired boy, picked up the scissors and then silently moved across the room and past Augusta. Trying to do something to avoid from doing or saying anything that might trigger tears.

He failed.

"I understand." He said finally, voice cracking. Kristopher was failing, he used to be able to hold things in, reason with his feelings and then put them away. "After all," He shrugged with a slight laugh and turned to look at Augusta. "I'm just a fucking lost cause, aren't I? I can't remember shit, I try to remember things, I try work things out but that's not good enough is it?"

Kristopher held the scissors tight in his hand and then threw them at Augusta, of course the scissors didn't make it far, they hit the ground and skidded to a stop at Augusta's feet. "Just cause I say no to one damn thing, you--you act like this. Some support! It's not my fault that I'm nothing but a stupid boy that's a blank slate, Im so damn sorry I can't be "Kristopher"! But if you are so sick of me and so damn tired of it then stop messing with me! Just leave me alone then!"

Kristopher threw his hands up in the air, on the verge of tears. He bit on his lower lips to shut himself up, cause he knew he had more to say but had to stop himself. He left like he was being toyed with just for the fun of it. Just to see how far someone could get and then if he didn't go far enough, well then, there's always a new fish out there. So, the blond turned and left as fast as he could.

It was funny though, one never thought Kristopher could take off so fast, especially for being sickly as he normally was. . . but he was going away from Augusta. He wanted to find someone to talk to. . .and he wondered. . .if Piper was home or his sister.

[Piper Wren]

Piper was indeed in her room, curled up on her bed and currently snoozing with one arm draped across her stomach and the other behind her head...She really hadn't slept well at all last night, the poor girl kept having nightmares about her experience in the Widows Trap but this time without Tristan being there to rescue her, with Iugo carrying out the threat he had made to her. But this time she was just dozing and having a rather odd dream that she could hear a knocking sound but didn't know where it was coming from.

How bizzare.

Still knocking, something in her brain then twigged this wasn't part of her dream and brought her into conciousness. Feeling a little dazed from just waking up, Piper sat up and realised there really was someone knocking at her door! She got up, yawning and stretching as she did so, unlocking and opening the door.

That was when she noticed Kris looking a little more than worse for wear...almost as if he wanted to cry.

"Kris? What's wrong?"

She asked slightly blearily, still not quite fully awake yet. But Piper was concious enough to know something was the matter with him.

[Augusta Davingoun]

Augusta didn't see the boy move past him 'till he looked up at him. His face emotionless and somewhat cold.

"I understand. After all, I'm just a fucking lost cause, aren't I? I can't remember shit, I try to remember things, I try work things out but that's not good enough is it?"

Wait... Augy at this point lost his cold expression to be replaced by a shocked face. " Kristopher I--" He stopped suddenly when he saw Kris pull his arm back to throw the scissors at him, as an automatic reaction he put his arms up to shield his face, like he used to do when his mother threw things at him.

"Just cause I say no to one damn thing, you--you act like this. Some support! It's not my fault that I'm nothing but a stupid boy that's a blank slate, I'm so damn sorry I can't be "Kristopher"! But if you are so sick of me and so damn tired of it then stop messing with me! Just leave me alone then!"

Augusta looked up and lowered his hands, he was still frozen in place, a broken, lost kind of look on his face. Then Kristopher turned and... left. He waited before he ran after him but stopped in the doorway, the hallway was empty. He stood there for a good minute or so before walking back into the bathroom and putting both hands on the counter over the sink. He looked down at his hand before looking up at his reflection, he stared at it for awhile before his face tuned from depression to wrathful anger in nearly seconds.

Crash!!
" QUIT FUCKING LOOKING AT ME!!!" he screamed and punched the large mirror. Pieces scattered, blood on the counter and the newly exposed wall. He could feel a splatter of blood hit his face and he turned away, letting his hand (now bleeding with pieces of mirror sticking out of his knuckles) fall to his side. He looked up to the mirror and looked at his now distorted reflection, cracked, broken.

He felt his knees give out on him and he slid slowly to the floor, he held his hand, which was in severe pain and started to cry, he sat on the tile floor, bleeding, crying. He had lost everything he had, nobody else really mattered to him except Kristopher. And now, he had left, Augy made him leave and now he was alone. You don't really know what you've got 'till it's gone I suppose.

He looked over at the scissors on the floor and had to force himself not to inch towards them. No, he wasn't going to do that. He could survive, he'd... no... he couldn't live without Kristopher... But he knew if he killed himself, Kris would just kick his ass in Hell. If that was even were he was going.

At this point, Hell was right here...

[Kristopher Roberts]

Kristopher stood outside the door to Piper's dorm, he still didn't have a shirt on and his tattoos could be seen as clear as day. He was a moron and forgot to get his shirt off the chair in the bathroom that he had tossed it on earlier. So the blond was slightly cold but he wasn't going to complain.

He had stopped crying half way to her room but he still looked like he would cry all over again at any moment. "Piper." he said in a choked voice, "Can I come in for a little bit. . . I don't want to go back to my dorm." He said slowly, looking down at his feet, his right arm holding his left awkwardly. If he had on his usual long sleeved shirt, he would of been pulling at the sleeves so much that the shirt would be permanently loop sided.

"Please..."

[Sarah Roberts]

Sarah had been wondering the halls, looking for Kyle, actually. She didn't actually think she could find him, but it was worth a look. Maybe she'd bump into Kris while she was looking, and could talk to him. They still needed to go shopping again. She continued to walk along the hallways, and about passed the door to the bathrooms until she heard the crash of breaking glass. Sarah stopped abruptly, and debated whether or not she should even check it out. However, Kris had been acting strange, lately, and Kyle was prone to get into trouble. The thought that it was even slightly possible that one of her brothers was inside removed all doubt, and she went into the bathrooms.

Sarah looked around, but it didn't take long to see what had caused the crash. There was Augusta, on the floor, with pieces of glass around him, in front of the mirror they came from. His hand was bloody, presumably from breaking the mirror, and he was crying. "What the hell happened here?"

Sarah asked softly. She went over to Augusta, and knelt down beside him. "Are you okay, Augusta? Where's Kris?" Wherever Augusta was, Kris was generally somewhere around, if he could help it. Also, the only thing that could get the Frenchman this riled up would have had to have something to do with her brother. Augusta was always a crybaby, but that rage that still showed in the broken mirror had to have been generated by something, and Kris was the only person or thing she'd seen that could bring that out in him.

[Augusta Davingoun]

"What the hell happened here?"

Those words weren't acknowledged by the ebony-haired man as he sat bawling and holding his wounded hand. But the second time, when she knelt down to his level he looked over over at her, blood spatter from his hand was wiped across his cheek. He looked like a lost kid, crying and sniffling and choking back tears.

"Are you okay, Augusta? Where's Kris?"

He looked at her for a second before he actually noticed who she was, " S--sarah?" he said softly. Why was she here? He stopped when she asked were kris was and he started crying worse then before, " he's gone!" he said through tears, " I-I I ruined everything! H--he hates me, I--I... "

The scissors on the floor were tempting him. And if Sarah knew as much as Kris knew, she would know that when Augy lunged for the scissors, it was time to find a safer spot to put him. Which is what he did. He clambered around Sarah and gripped the scissors in hand. Note: do not leave scissors in a room with a guy who has been verbally abused and is mentally ill.

[Sarah Roberts]

Sarah was a little put off by the sight of Augusta. He didn't look good at all. Something was definitely wrong. SHe'd known that when she'd knelt down beside him, but now, after getting a closer look, She could see that it was worse than she'd at first thought. Poor Augusta. What had happened here?

"he's gone! I-I I ruined everything! H--he hates me, I--I... "

What the HELL happened here? What had Augusta done to Kris? What had Augusta done that was so horrible that Kris would hate him? Kris loved this man, for some reason! Had it involved anyone other than her brother, she might have been able to take a step back and realise that Kris had been acting strangely, so that there was at least a chance that Augusta hadn't done something wrong. However, Kris was her brother, and all such fairness went out the proverbial window. She was just about to ask Augusta what he'd done when he went for the scissors.

It was unfortunate that Sarah did not know as much Kris knew. She knew Augusta was damaged; she'd been able to tell that from the first moment they'd met. However, she didn't know enough to think the boy suicidal. Fortunately, from what she'd seen of Augusta's condition before he lunged for the scissors told her enough in that moment for her to realise what he was going to try to do. And she wasn't going to have any of that. The bastard wasn't getting out of it that easily. If Sarah had known how dull the scissors were, she might have let Augusta try, just to see him struggle with it, but she didn't, so she stopped him.

Sarah tackled Augusta as soon as he grabbed the scissors, and went to pry them out of his hand. It was easy to disarm the boy, as Sarah had been in many more fights than Augusta, and even won most of them. She then pinned Augusta to the floor, slamming his injured hand a little harder against the floor than was perhaps necessary. "What the hell did you do to my brother, you French bastard?!?" She screamed at him. Augusta was going to answer to her, damn it, or he'd get cut by those scissors, alright. But Sarah would make sure he lived to suffer through it.

[Augusta Davingoun]

First he knew he had gotten the scissors, but the next thing he knew he was on his back and a rocketing pain was running up his arm from his injured hand. He let out a yelp of pain before opening his eyes to look at Sarah.

Not only did Sarah win most of the fights she got into, but Augy was pretty much weak right now, sure he might have a chance if he had a go around with Sarah, but not when he was like this. A small rock could kick his ass right now, and so Sarah easily pinned him down and took away his scissors.

What the hell did you do to my brother, you French bastard?!?"

When she yelled he flinched and turned his head away, he kept his head turned before he got angry. He bucked underneath her " g--get off me you l--lunatic!!!!! You w--wouldn't understand!!!" he screamed back. And most likely it would be hard for her to understand, because the fight they just had, was way deeper then just a simple fight.

" G--get off!!!" he yelled again, grabbing her shoulder with his uninjured hand and bucking violently underneath her. But his energy was slowly fading, he was depressed and angry and tired and he couldn't keep much more of this up. " please... just... give me back the scissors... I'd rather go to Hell then be here..." he said softly and turned his head to the side, giving up on trying to get free from Sarah's strong grasp.

Note: Also, never get Sarah pissed, she could kick your ass.

[Sarah Roberts]

Augusta struggled underneath her, but Sarah held him down. She wasn't letting him go until she'd gotten answers from him. SHe held tight until his strugglings slowly lost energy, and he stopped all together.

" please... just... give me back the scissors... I'd rather go to Hell then be here..."

Sarah scowled at Augusta. "You are pathetic, Augusta. Fine, you want these scissors back, you tell me what happened with Kris. I just might think you deserve them back." Sarah wasn't happy with Augusta at all. She wasn't sure she wouldn't mind letting him do what he wanted with the scissors, or any other sharp object he could find. But, then, there was Kris to think about. Would Kris ever forgive her if she let him do that? More importantly, would Kris survive it? That thought was the only thing that could keep Sarah rational enough to keep the scissors away from Augusta. They were about to see if it was enough to keep her rational through what Augusta had to say next.

[Augusta Davingoun]

"You are pathetic, Augusta. Fine, you want these scissors back, you tell me what happened with Kris. I just might think you deserve them back."

Augusta was on the brink of tears again, his face was mixed with so many emotions it was hard to tell which one Augy would use next. He was angry, not only at himself but at Sarah for pinning him down, but he was depressed that he was now alone and lonely, but he was getting just confused and now utterly lost. " It's a--a long story..." he said, his head turned away.

He looked back up at her, her hand holding his down hurt so bad he was on the brink of tears. The mirrors wasn't think, so he had basically punched a stone wall, with all the force he had, and had most likely broken at least 10 of the 27 bones in a human hand, plus it was all sliced up, and then add in multiple shards of mirror embedded between his bones in his knuckles. Add that together and you have a Hell of a lot of pain.

" Lets just s--say, in s--short... A boogie stole Kristopher's memories so the boogie could have Kris all to himself. And the next time I met Kris, he didn't remember me... instead he remembered this Michael guy, who seemed to have..." he stopped there, a look of anger flashed across his face, " but... I haven't done anything to make Kris uncomfortable or unhappy in weeks, I haven't kissed him in weeks, or been able to hold him or tell him anything other then 'Hi' in the morning..."

He looked away again, " It's p--practically u--unbearable..." he tried to cloak back tears as he finished, " and I kissed him just now and... tried to move a little farther and he rejected me and I lost my temper, I said s--something I shouldn't a--and... and I--I don't even t--think were t--together anymore!" and that's when he lost his composure again, he started to cry again.

[Piper Wren]

Kristopher looked rather worse for wear...it was unusual to see him wandering around without a shirt but what caught her attention the most was his face. It looked like he had been crying and was still trying not to, something definetly must have happened to him...

"Can I come in for a little bit. . . I don't want to go back to my dorm. Please..."

Piper ushered Kristopher inside of her room and took one of the smaller blankets off her bed and gently wrapped it around Kristopher's shoulders to at least keep him warm until she could get a shirt for him...what on Earth could have happened to make him look so broken? He reminded her almost of herself when she first came to Wonderland although broken inside by something different.

"What happened?"

She gestured for him to sit down on her bed, if he didn't want to go back to his room for a while then she wasn't going to complain, something in her wanted to take care of him...watching people hurting like that was something she hated not being able to take care of...because she knew how horrible it was to be dealing with it without anyone by your side.

[Kristopher Roberts]

Kristopher came in and sat on the bed with the blanket that was given to him. He brought up his knees to his chest and rested his chin on them. Hugging the blanket to his body. He sat there silently for a moment, trying to get himself together and he seemed to be doing it rather well.

"What happened?"

"I'm not really sure." He said with a small sigh, "But I'm mad and upset, and I don't want to see him again. Actually, I don't really want to see anyone or do anything honesty." Kristopher looked down at his shoes and moved them up and down slowly. "I--I think I want to start all over, Im not really sure. . ." Kris was really lost at the moment, he did not know what he wanted to do or what to do and it clearly showed.

"I'm just tired of being jerked around and trying to make people happy, especially Augusta. I just want to be left alone."

[Piper Wren]

"I'm not really sure. But I'm mad and upset, and I don't want to see him again. Actually, I don't really want to see anyone or do anything honestly. I--I think I want to start all over, Im not really sure. . ."

Piper sat down on the bed near Kris, leaning against the wall while she tried to think of a response to that...something had happened between Kristopher and Augusta, that much was clear and she also knew about the trouble with Kristopher's memory due to meeting him straight after it happened. Perhaps there had been a confrontation about it...which according to the state Kristopher was in now, had ended rather badly. The young woman fiddled with the sleeve of her top, worrying the black fabric between her forefinger and thumb.

I'm just tired of being jerked around and trying to make people happy, especially Augusta. I just want to be left alone."

With a sigh, Piper rested a hand on Kristoper's shoulder...if she was going to be much help to her friend she would need to know what had happened between him and Augusta.

"Kris...could you tell me what happened, from the start? I just want to help."

[Kristopher Roberts]

Kristopher sighed and looked over at her, he supposed she should know what went on before anything could really be done or decided upon. And so tiredly, he flopped over on his side, cuddling with the blanket and retold the current events to Piper at his own pace. Stopping when he felt like it and then picking it back up after a moment. He didn't leave anything out because if he did, then it might not make full sense or something to that extent.

It felt good to talk about it, but Kristopher was still not happy or thrilled with what happened. "And so I told him I wanted him to leave me alone and I left." The blond then snuggled into his blanket as he ended his story and looked at Piper. "I don't think I should of thrown the sisscors at him. . .but a bit to late to take that back now. He is just wanting someone that doesn't exist anymore and Im tired of it. I don't know what I used to be like and I don't really care anymore."

He paused and rolled over onto his back, "What should I do, Piper? Maybe I should of just went with it, even if I didn't want to just then."