InsaneJournal

Who: Dylan Hayes and Brendan Prince
What: Some more badness, phonecall
When: Friday afternoon


"Brendan, this is Dylan Hayes."

"Oh great. What do you want?"

"There's been an accident."

"Uh. Huh. With you, or what? Oh, and of course, why would I care?"

"He was stabbed. I don't know by who. Maybe Elkins' men."

"He? He who? What are you talking about? The fuck is going on, Hayes?"

"Bill is in critical condition, I figured you'd want to know."

"What? What did you do to him? What the fuck? Where is he? What the Hell did you do to him, you little fucker?!"

"He's in Kent Hospital's Wound Recovery Center."

"The fuck did you do to him?! Why the Hell was he even near you, you little creep! What is going on?! Fuck. Fuck!"

"I'm sorry, Brendan, but it wasn't me."

"Fuck off. It was. I know it was. I don't care what anyone says. It was. fuck you. You have brought a whole fucking shit storm down on yourself. You wanted to know what my power was? Well fuck you, Dylan, you are going to find out, I swear. Fuck. Fuck. And if it wasn't you, how the fuck do you know he's hurt? Huh? Why? Fuck you."

"It was at my diving meet. He came. Someone must have been following either him or me, and they attacked him."

"The fuck was he at your diving meet for?! Fuck. You two...Jesus fucking Christ. What the fuck did I do to deserve this? Fuck! you little shit. God Damn it! I don't care. You did this. You did. I don't care what anyone said. What happened to him? I can't see him! Fuck you, kid, I'm not family or married to him! They won't let me in! Fuck!"

"Calm down. He's being cared for and I'm sure he'll call you as soon as he can. He'll probably live, the assaliant only stabbed him once."

"How the fuck would you know that?! I know, because you FUCKING did it! Oh you are in so much shit. So much. I should be the one who knows if he is being cared for! Fuck, you two. Fuck. He went to the fucking meet. Jesus. Fuck. Whatever. Fuck. Fuck you. I don't want to talk to you. Fuck. Watch out."