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Tweak says, "HE WAS LICKING ME!"

Dylan Hayes (pushit) wrote in badwater_rpg,
@ 2009-01-16 18:07:00

Entry tags:

dylan hayes, january, rated r, william biggs-turner

Who: Dylan Hayes and William Biggs-Turner
What: Some badness
When: Friday afternoon
Where: The New England Regional Meet

Dylan, as the resident go-to guy on the Bristol High Diving team, had arrived early to the meet. There were a few people in the main lobby of the school where the competition was taken place, but Dylan was the first person to actually suit up and take to the pool. In spite of everything, Dylan still felt a sense of ease in the water, he wouldn't actually have to start doing real exercises until Landon Jones or one of the assistant coaches showed up, so he was just doing a mixture of swimming laps and stretches by the side of the pool until then.

He wasn't actually expecting Bill to show up, so it came as a little bit of a shock when Dylan caught the man entering the pool area out of the corner of his eye. Wordlessly, he pushed himself up and out of the pool by his arms and stood up on the side.

"You came." He said, somewhat stiffly. He still had to play the part of a heartbroken teen, holding a candle for the older man.

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britishice
2009-01-16 07:32 pm UTC (link)

To be honest William wasn't sure why he was there. It probably had something to do with his morbid curiosity and possibly he was there because he wanted Dylan to shut up and stop bothering Brendan. So he stepped awkwardly into the pool area, hands in the pockets of his jeans, glancing around until he laid eyes on Dylan. When their eyes met a faint frown passed across his lips and he watched the boy push himself out of the pool.

"Yeah. After this, though, you stop talking to me and Brendan. I don't care if you two just happen to be in the same coffee shop; don't talk to him. Pretend he isn't there." Obviously Brendan had told William about the encounter.

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pushit
2009-01-16 07:41 pm UTC (link)

Dylan removed his swim cap and ran a hand through his hair. "I was just trying to talk about the book - maybe smooth things over." He shrugged, and began walking to the bleachers, his backpack was on the first step, and he stooped to unzip the bag. "I know you probably won't believe me, but I wasn't trying to get into a fight with him." Dylan looked down and began to fumble around in the bag. His fingers curled around a pocketknife with an unusually large blade, his Christmas present to himself.

He looked up, "Are you mad at me?" He asked.

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britishice
2009-01-16 07:45 pm UTC (link)

"He doesn't want to smooth things over with you and you should respect that." A beat before, "The book? As in my book?" Brendan was actually reading his books? Really he'd thought the man wouldn't be interested in science fiction crime but apparently he'd been wrong. Now how to bring it up without Brendan knowing he'd spoken with Dylan? It was then that he felt guilty, looking the boy over with a sigh.

"No. I'm not mad at you but I just can't be here. If Brendan found out...I'm going to have to make just talking to you up to him." With a frustrated noise he turned his back to Dylan and shook his head. "I hope you do well, kid."

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pushit
2009-01-16 07:49 pm UTC (link)

"Yeah, he was reading the first one. Making an effort and all that." Dylan stood slowly, the blade grasped carefully between his thumb and middle finger, effectively hidden, though that didn't very much matter, since Bill had the good graces to turn his back. Very convenient. "I don't mean to cause you any trouble." He said in a very soft voice, even as his facial expression curled into a very ugly smirk. "Are you not staying?" He asked, flicking the blade into position as he spoke so as to hide the sound.

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britishice
2009-01-16 07:57 pm UTC (link)

"No, Dylan. I'm not staying." He rolled his eyes, not finding the heart to even look back at the boy. Really he was worried if he did then he would be tempted to stay. He had no idea of what the boy was about to do to him, or what the next few hours would be. Right then and there all he was thinking about was getting home to Brendan and promptly apologizing for even seeing Dylan. "Sorry, kid. It just isn't smart for me to be here."

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pushit
2009-01-16 08:05 pm UTC (link)

"Oh, Bill." Dylan murmured, clucking his tongue. He approached closer, raising the knife with almost imperceptible motion. "I'm so sad." He said and then, in one swift step combined with a vicious jab of his arm, Dylan slid the blade deep into Bill's back. The older man crumpled forwards and then toppled backwards and Dylan caught him under his armpits with both arms, stepping back a little to manage the weight.

There was .. quite a bit of blood.

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britishice
2009-01-16 08:09 pm UTC (link)

William made a choking noise as he was stabbed, his eyes widening as he teetered a little bit. Oh he'd not seen that coming.

"You...rotten...bastard." He gasped out, finding it hard to breath through the pain that was slowly overcoming him. The warm blood was soaking his shirt and he could feel it plastered against his back. Trying to keep his mind straight he tried to take a deep breath and whimpered in pain. So he could breath, which meant his lungs hadn't been punctured.

However he couldn't really feel his feet, when he thought about it, trying to wiggle his toes. Really he couldn't feel his legs, his knees, his thighs.

"Oh...God..."

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pushit
2009-01-16 08:18 pm UTC (link)

"Start praying, then." Dylan said as he pulled Bill towards the back of the bleachers. He was getting blood on his bare chest, he noticed, and it was a very strange feeling. He'd not dealt with his victims in this way before, they'd all died very quickly. But Bill had slighted him the most, he supposed, so he deserved this sort of thing. He pulled Bill back into an area behind the bleachers where he'd not be found right away - not until he started to smell.

"You should have known something like this would happen." Dylan continued, dropping Bill so that the man was laying face down on the pristine white tile. Dylan stooped to pull the blade out of the older man's back and wiped the blood off of it on Bill's shirt. He then rolled Bill onto his back with a vicious kick, and knelt beside his prone figure with a sigh. "Your blood's all over me." He said with a sigh. "Someone will probably find you after the meet's over, not that it'll matter."

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britishice
2009-01-16 08:24 pm UTC (link)

His face hit the tile hard and he knew his cheek and forehead would have bruises, even if that was the least of his worries. Then he was being kicked and the knife was being yanked out of him...the blood felt so strange. This all felt so surreal, as if he wasn't really the one laying there, staining the white tiles with his blood.

Unable to keep his eyes from fluttering shut he just moaned in pain, finding he couldn't move and was having more and more trouble breathing as each moment went by.

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pushit
2009-01-16 08:30 pm UTC (link)

"Alright then." Dylan said, disappointed that he heard no pleas for help or desperate last requests. He leaned over Bill, pressed a kiss to his forehead, and stood. Fortunately he hadn't got any of Bill's blood on the tiles to giveaway the fact that there was a dying man behind the bleachers. There was only the blood on him, and that could be take care of with a quick dive.

"So long." He said with a vague smile, and turned and walked away. A quick flight to Florida would take care of the knife.

Everything was going to be fine.

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britishice
2009-01-16 08:42 pm UTC (link)

A minute later William had easily slipped into a coma. Then the swim meet was starting and his body was working hard to try and repair itself. The blood around the wound was cold as his ability itself tried to keep it from flowing out. Five minutes later it was by luck a young man spotted him, having slipped under the bleachers to snort a bit of cocaine.

The next minute 911 had been dialed after he had screamed, the ambulance arrived, William was immediately taken. The competition had barely begun and already it was postponed because there had been an attempted murder.

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