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Brendan Prince ([info]listentomyvoice) wrote in [info]badwater_rpg,
@ 2009-01-17 00:47:00

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Entry tags:brendan prince, dylan hayes, january, rated r

Who Brendan Prince and Dylan Hayes
What Finally, the kid gets what he deserves.
Where Dylan's apartment
When After Brendan stops in to see the unconscious William to see the damages and silently rage.
Rating/status Oooh, R. Brendan says R. For violence. And mentions of suicide. And crotch punching. Don't ask. / Done


The moment he hung up on Dylan, Brendan started to scream. Flat out wail. He couldn't take this. He was standing by his coffee table and it was thrown over on it's side as he yelled out profanities and began to cry. William was hurt. Critical. Dylan. He went to see Dylan. After he said he wouldn't, after Brendan got involved with that damn Elkins, after he tried so hard to keep the man interested, after everything. Hurt. Critical. Dylan.

He thought of calling Carson, but he didn't want to be calmed down. He didn't want to be told it would be okay, or anything. He wanted to rage. He deserved it. He had been holding it in for months now, and now...Now he was going to let it out.

He got to the hospital and didn't even try to get in to see William on honest grounds, going up to the desk and saying, his power flowing out in his words, strong with his anger and anguish, "Take me to see William Biggs-Turner, please," Even with the polite word, it wasn't a suggestion, it was a command, and the nurse didn't even stop to blink before she was leading him to the room William was in, barely in the door before Brendan said, "Go back to your desk," And she left, confused when she arrived at the desk, wondering what just happened.

Brendan stood over William's bed, looking down at the man that he loved, yet who kept kicking and screaming over their relationship, hurting Brendan again and again. A child. HIV. A deal with Elkins. Two deals with Elkins. Paying for an apartment for the little cretin. Never letting Brendan talk about his parents with him and cry. And yet now. Now Brendan was forced into a hospital, which always made him think of his parents, of their deaths, of how they looked when they arrived here-probably this same hospital-of what happened, of how long it took before his mother passed for his father to give up, and of how long it had taken for someone to call him. Two hours too late. And now he was here again, tears in his eyes as he stared down at William.

His fingers ran over the man's hand and he sighed, "I can't let this happen to me anymore, baby. I'm sorry," He choked a bit on the words, more tears spilling out, sobs filling his throat, "I haven't even finished mourning mom and dad. I can't mourn you yet," He patted the man's hand before stepping back, unable to stay close, hurt and pain and anger still swelling in him. This man kept going to a child. A child. For what? Did they kiss before Dylan did this? Did they have sex? Did they touch? Brendan didn't know. If William died, Dylan would be the last person he saw. That thought made Brendan take off running out of the hospital, the nurse calling after him, asking if he was all right. No, he wasn't all right.

He went back to the house. He was looking for something. Something to tip him off to where Dylan was. He had to find the kid. He had to find out where he was living. So, he rooted through William's drawers. He hadn't ever snooped in his lover's things, that wasn't like Brendan, even if William thought him nosy.

"I wonder what lovely epithets they had for me today," He spoke out loud to himself, noticing Trinket whining by the door by ignoring it for his task, "'Queen Brendan doesn't know I'm here. you look bloody sexy in that speedo'," He said with a sneer, shaking his head, "'Is that a knife in your suit or are you just glad to see me? Oh, it's a knife,'" He choked on the words, eyes blurring with new tears as he threw William's clothes out of the dresser, trying to find papers or anything. The bedside table was last, and there he found what he wanted. A lease. To an apartment.

Lease in hand, Brendan ran out of the house, hopping in his car and taking off. His eyes were dark with his intentions, and when he got to the apartment, he knocked on the door loudly, calling through it, his power already lacing his words, clouding them with his ability for persuasion.

"Dylan, open the door and let me in, and don't you dare touch me!"

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[info]pushit
2009-01-16 10:49 pm UTC (link)
"I'll pick it up tommorow - alright? Someone's at the-" Dylan halted mid-sentence at the sound of Brendan's voice. He was on the phone with Roxy Danvers, moving forwards in his plot. Evan was next on his list but then there was the distraction - that voice. Dylan felt his blood run cold. In an instant he knew exactly what Brendan's power was. He felt bile rise up in his throat, this was not good.

"I have to go." He said quickly, snapping the phone shut without waiting for Roxy's reply. He kept the phone with him as he found himself forced to walk to his front door. He opened it as slowly as his persuaded mind would let him, but then he was face-to-face with an enraged Brendan, and somehow he knew his luck had just run out. "I hope you're not expecting to try something-" He said evenly, doing a very good job of hiding the sudden paralyzing fear he was experiencing. He flipped open his cell phone and ghosted his thumb over the numbers - 9 - 1 - 1 - maybe he could get off an emergency call before Brendan convinced him to kill himself.

Though he doubted it.

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[info]listentomyvoice
2009-01-16 10:53 pm UTC (link)
"Turn the phone off, drop it, stand still, and don't. Speak," Brendan said as he pushed his way in, his power going none stop now. He didn't care. He just didn't care that this was wrong, this was immoral, this was whatever people would say if they knew. He slammed the door behind him. They wouldn't know.

"I hate you," He said once he was inside, the door was shut, and the kid was standing like he was told-as if he had a choice, "I hate you, and fuck if I don't hate William right now. But I mainly. Hate. You," He glared at the boy, looking him up and down, "Go and sit down," He pointed to the couch the boy had, glaring. No, this was not going to be good for Dylan.

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[info]pushit
2009-01-16 10:58 pm UTC (link)
Dylan's lips parted almost painfully to begin a word of protest, but he found that his words stuck in his throat. His hand shook, and his fingers began to spasm until, finally, he pressed the off button on his phone and let it clatter to the floor. He took a few steps backwards and then turned to walk obediently to sit on the couch.

He wasn't going to panic, not yet, but that queasy feeling that he got whenever he felt powerless was tugging at his stomach.

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[info]listentomyvoice
2009-01-16 11:00 pm UTC (link)
Watching the boy sit, Brendan took a few breathes, slow ones, pacing in front of him, "Okay. I want you to tell me why you did it. Tell me the truth, and don't raise your voice, don't call for help. No one is going to help you. Tell me why you stabbed William. Tell me what happened today. The truth," He stopped pacing and stared at Dylan, arms crossed.

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[info]pushit
2009-01-16 11:06 pm UTC (link)
Dylan swallowed hard. "I stabbed Bill because Evan Elkins broke my heart and I'm still pissed that he picked you over me." He said, and found that his voice was shaking as he said it. He was never, ever this brutally honest with anyone, ever, "I was waiting for the meet to start - I didn't think he was coming. He started talking to me, let his guard down, turned his back to me. I pulled a pocketknife out of my backpack and stabbed him in the back. I dragged him behind the bleachers in the pool arena, pulled the knife out of him, and left him there to bleed out."

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[info]listentomyvoice
2009-01-16 11:09 pm UTC (link)
"His name is fucking William," Brendan snapped loudly before getting control of himself, taking a slow and shaky breath, "And of course he picked me over you, he isn't Humbert fucking Humbert and you sure as fuck ain't his little nymphette!" Though he had gone. He had gone and Brendan had to face that. And he wasn't. He was avoiding that fact in his mind, moving right along.

"Do you feel any remorse for what you did? About what you have been doing to me?" He asked, having to know that, "Answer truthfully," He added, his own body shaking a bit with his anger.

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[info]pushit
2009-01-16 11:12 pm UTC (link)
Dylan knew what his answer would be as soon as Brendan put it out in the open. He stared dumbly ahead, willing himself not to speak with every ounce of self-control that he had available to him. But of course it was not enough to counter-act Brendan's ability. He managed not to answer for almost twenty seconds, but then,

"No." Dylan said finally. "I do not."

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[info]listentomyvoice
2009-01-16 11:24 pm UTC (link)
"Fuck," Brendan huffed out, shaking his head and beginning to pace again, "Okay, shut up again," He demanded, not even having to think about using his power anymore, just using it, his pacing frantic, "I hate you. I just. Hate you. You have fucked up my life, Dylan. You and William both. And you know what? I don't care if you don't care, because I don't get to talk about any of this with Bill, so I'm talking to you, since I don't plan on letting you interrupt! Since you don't feel guilt, this works out just fine for you, doesn't it? So listen up, kid," Brendan moved to sit down on a chair, rubbing at his forehead, frustrated obviously, "I came to this town because my parents died. Yeah. Yeah, they died, and left me the house. They were killed, in a car accident? So, first of all, I hate hospitals because that is all I can think about when I'm in them. So visiting William? Yeah, kinda sucks. But he doesn't know that, because every time I mention my god damn parents he just gets all fucking awkward," This might have been a bad time to be going on about his relationship issues, but hell if Brendan cared, "And so I stop talking. I stop talking, even if I want to talk about them, and tell them about my huge fucking hole in my heart that makes me ache for them every. Day. But I can't. So. And then. THEN," He yelled before he controlled his voice once more, "Then, you come along and think it is okay to just keep seeing this man after he has started seeing me. I saw him first, for fuck's sake! And you are a kid! What the Hell am I, chopped LIVER?!" Again, sounding a bit hysteric, "And here's the part where I want you to look concerned," He said the words with his power, looking at Dylan, "He continues to go and see you even though I told him it hurt. And you know what the funny part is? Huh? Do you? The funny part is, after all this bull shit, I. Still. Love. Him," He laughed with a shake of his head, and it was really not a 'ha ha' laugh so much as 'I might be loosing my mind' laugh.

"Do you know what it feels like to be in love with someone who constantly tells you he is going to change, but never does? Do you know what it feels like to be in love with someone who hurts you over and over, to the point where you feel like you are either being apologized to or fucked all the time?" He shook his head, "I bet you don't. And I don't care if you do. You know what else I want to know? Do you know how it feels to be completely and utterly left out of life's plans for you, controlled by a horny teenager and a fucking writer who doesn't give two shits about you, but yet makes you love him? Do you? No. But now," He stood up again, pacing, "Now, you are going to know how I feel. How it feels to be controlled by someone else who doesn't give a fuck about you. Now stand up," He said, stopping his movement to stand in front of Dylan, glaring at him, "You cannot hurt me. You don't want to hurt me. Now stand. Up."

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[info]pushit
2009-01-16 11:31 pm UTC (link)
As Brendan continued on his tirade it became increasingly obvious to Dylan that there was very little chance that he was going to get out of this alive. There was not going to be any opportunity to reason with the older man, he'd crossed the wrong line in going after Bill, in attacking him, and then being so damn smug about it. It felt so absurd, so horribly disgusting to be forced to have a certain facial expression, but he looked concerned, damned concerned, when he was told.

Dylan stood when ordered, and hated himself for not being able to stop it. He should have practiced with Cait, he should have researched Brendan's power further before attacking Bill. He should have - should have - so stupid! Once again he opened his mouth to protest, but choked instead.

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[info]listentomyvoice
2009-01-16 11:37 pm UTC (link)
Brendan stared at Dylan, shaking his head, "You know, I don't give a big god damn gay fuck what you want to say right now. I know what you want to say. You want to talk me out of killing you, don't you? You want to use that fucking 'charm'," Yes, he used air quotes, "That seems to trick everyone. Why the fuck is that? You don't have a power like mine. Nope," He stepped back a bit, shaking his head, "You are useless. in fact. You know what? I want people to see. I want them to know how awful you are. I want-" He cut off running his fingers through his hair, "Take off your clothes. I want you to feel as naked as I feel, as exposed as I feel, each and every time William is tricked into seeing you again. Take them off," Brendan narrowed his eyes, "And this has nothing to do with sex, just so you know. You have to be this tall to ride me, thanks," He held his hand above Dylan's head, "Take off your clothes, fold them, and put them on the couch before standing right back here and facing me, hands at your sides."

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[info]pushit
2009-01-16 11:42 pm UTC (link)
Dylan felt his blood run cold. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck no he would not be degrading himself for the amusement of this man. Not willingly - certainly not - no! But then he was pulling off his shirt, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans and, with his hands shaking from the strain of trying to stop, slipping out of his boxers. It was winter still, and it seemed that the chill wind had followed Brendan into Dylan's apartment. He hated it, but he had to turn his back on the man to follow his order to fold his clothes. He did so, carefully placing them on the couch, and turned back to face Brendan, hands held stock still at his sides.

He had never felt so vulnerable in his life.

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[info]listentomyvoice
2009-01-16 11:50 pm UTC (link)
Brendan watched with no satisfaction, wishing he did have some sort of thrill but it was lacking. Oh well. He'd get the knack for it. It seemed to turn Dylan and William on to hurt him, so maybe it was an acquired taste?

"You know what? Hands behind you back," He waited for that to be done before he sighed, looking Dylan, "A scrawny little brat with a bobbin for a dick. Great," He stood in front of Dylan and looked him over, "I wonder," He said thoughtfully, looking at Dylan's body still, "What the police would make of your body having only self inflicted wounds. I think I saw that on an episode of CSI once, actually. I only watch because Nick and Warrick are hot, and now that Warrick is gone, I'm not sure I'm even going to bother anymore," He looked Dylan in the eye, "What did Evan Elkins do to you? Tell me what happened there. And don't sound so cocky about everything. Give me some feeling. Stutter, for Christ sakes, just for some effect of human emotion. And don't raise your voice."

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[info]pushit
2009-01-16 11:56 pm UTC (link)
He did not want to open up to Brendan Prince, of all people, about how terribly upset he'd been when Evan had dropped his whole charade. It had hurt, yes, it had been just like being a freshman again, with Evan shoving him into lockers. Just like that. He couldn't believe the absurdity of the situation, and, frankly, he very much wanted his mother. But that wasn't an option, was it. "He- p-p-" Dylan was horrified to feel the tip of his tongue stumbling over his words, "-pretended to ap-pologize. F-for-r bullying m-me in High S-school." His eyes dropped to the floor. "He p-pretended to want- there was this g-girl. He wanted to imp-press. S-so s-she'd think he was-sn't an ass-shole anymore." Dylan felt his jaw tighten, "He p-pretended to want to b-be with me-" He said finally, intentionally vague because, damnit, Brendan didn't need to know that Dylan had fallen completely for Evan just because of some ice skating and a damn kiss.

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[info]listentomyvoice
2009-01-17 12:05 am UTC (link)
There was the satisfaction. "Oh, so you had the experience a lot of kids have in high school, huh? Of hurt? Of people telling you one thing, just to get a laugh? Welcome to the club. But tell me more about it. What do you mean, 'pretended to want to be with' you? How so? What did he did? Tell me all about it, Dylan," Yes, Brendan wanted to embarrass and shame Dylan. He wanted him feeling as shattered and raw as Brendan was at that moment, if possible. He would try.

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[info]pushit
2009-01-17 12:09 am UTC (link)
"He c-called me out of the b-blue-" Dylan edged out, then looked back up at Brendan, "Plea-" But he couldn't protest, could he? "-he invited me- fucking ice s-skating. We hung out a l-lot-" Dylan's voice became very quiet. "He kis-s-" His new stutter made the word almost impossible, "He kissed me." It hurt. It hurt bad and it was having its desired effect. He was saying things he'd wanted even to hide from himself. He wanted to run away. Maybe cry.

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[info]listentomyvoice
2009-01-17 12:17 am UTC (link)
Brendan looked at Dylan hard, shaking his head a bit. This wasn't him. But he was so angry. And so hurt.

"And how did you feel when he kissed you? And how do you feel now, now that you know it was all a lie?" He prompted, moving to sit down, hands going to rub at the sides of his face, "Did you feel like an idiot? Like you have been tricked? What? Tell me how you felt when he kissed you, and then tell me how you feel now."

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[info]pushit
2009-01-17 12:21 am UTC (link)
Dylan grit his teeth, "It was the happies-st damn moment of my life, you bastard." He said slowly, "And now I want to las-sh out at fucking everything. You. Your fucking boyfriend. My boyfriend. I'd kill anything that g-got in my way right now. I'd murder the f-fucking world. I am so fucking worthless-s." He growled. He couldn't let this man see him upset, so the only logical alternative was anger. "I w-would have killed mys-self, but I c-can't. Because of my s-stupid p-pride and becaus-se he fucking des-serves to pay!" His voice became quiet again. "I w-would have given him anyt-thing he wanted-d."

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[info]listentomyvoice
2009-01-17 12:25 am UTC (link)
A sad little smile came over Brendan's features, "I know what you mean," He said simply, thinking about how he was lashing out, how he felt worthless. He was by no means sympathizing or empathizing with the kid-no, it wasn't about Dylan at that moment. But he did know those feelings. He was feeling them.

"I want you to apologize to me. For everything that you have done. And I want you to tell me what you did to me. I want to hear you say what you have done to make my life a Hell. Do it. Apologize."

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[info]pushit
2009-01-17 12:34 am UTC (link)
Dylan gave Brendan an 'are you kidding me' look. This was going to take a while. "I'm s-sorry for- f-fucking Bill when I knew he was-s interes-sted in you. I'm s-sorry for calling him back to me when I knew he didn't-t want to come. I'm s-sorry I fucked Bill while I was HIV pos-sitive. I'm s-sorry I ins-sulted you to his-s face and - I'm s-sorry I - invited him to the m-meet and I'm s-sorry he had to c-come to his place s-so often and I'm s-sorry I s-stabbed him." It was obvious that he didn't mean a word of it.

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[info]listentomyvoice
2009-01-17 12:42 am UTC (link)
Brendan didn't care if the kid meant it. He knew if he had to force it, it wouldn't be real. But it was nice to hear it.

"You are never to contact William again. You can do whatever it is you do without him in your life. And I'm not allowing him to pay for this place anymore. I don't care. Get a job. Get another sugar daddy. I just don't care," That was if Brendan could even handle being with William after this to deny him paying, but he had spilled enough to Dylan about his relationship for now.

"God, I want you hurt so badly," He said more to himself than anything, shaking his head, "But I know. I know if I hurt you, no matter what you did...He will just pity you. No matter how much you fucking deserve for me to tell you to do something awful, I can't because I just know, I just know I'd come out the bad guy, even if you fucking stabbed the man I love," He put his face in his hands and gave a long groan of frustration. He didn't know what to do.

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[info]pushit
2009-01-17 12:48 am UTC (link)
Dylan watched Brendan in silence. It was such an absurd situation, he was eighteen, he'd stabbed someone he'd slept with who was over thirty years older than him. Now he was being forced to do things by an extremely gay hairdresser who was going on and on about the pain he was feeling?

Dylan began to laugh. He wasn't aloud to make a sound but the grin on his face and the way that his chest moved made it clear what was happening. He couldn't help it, it was all too ridiculous!

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[info]listentomyvoice
2009-01-17 12:52 am UTC (link)
Brendan looked up at the movement, blinking, "Oh my God. Oh my god, are you laughing?" He shook his head, standing, smiling slightly. Though, in this state? Smiling wasn't really a good thing.

"You think something is funny, huh? You know what else is funny?" He smiled more, and it was clear in his eyes that it wasn't going to be 'ha ha' funny again, "Slap yourself. Hard."

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[info]pushit
2009-01-17 12:57 am UTC (link)
The ensuing motion that Dylan felt compelled to make with his hand ensured that he sobered up fairly quickly. He was young, strong, an athlete, and slapping himself in the face as hard as he could hurt like a bitch.

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[info]listentomyvoice
2009-01-17 01:00 am UTC (link)
It was Brendan's turn to laugh, then, "Oh yeah. That is pretty funny. You know what? It is so funny...I think you should do it again. And this time, do it once with one hand, then use the other, so both cheeks feel it," Dylan had obviously pushed something in Brendan on. He had wavered for a moment in this punishment, but now he was back on track.

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[info]pushit
2009-01-17 01:04 am UTC (link)
See, now, that was just fucked up. His face was already smarting from the first slap but two more? Fuck- But he followed Brendan's orders, and two audible sounds followed. Dylan's face turned bright red and he could actually feel his eyes watering.

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[info]listentomyvoice
2009-01-17 01:07 am UTC (link)
"Yeah. Yeah, how does that feel? Those sudden pangs of hurt you can't control. yet you are doing it to yourself? Yeah," Like what he was doing with William, he reflected, but he thought waxing poetic time was over. He was a super villain, but not a super ham.

"You know what? Why don't you give your dick a good punch, huh? Punch your dick, Dylan," He stared at the boy, deciding this was how it was going to be. He would make the kid beat himself up, perhaps talk some more, then he would leave.

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[info]pushit
2009-01-17 01:15 am UTC (link)
Dylan grimaced visibly at Brendan. He couldn't possibly be serious, could he? But then there was no statement to qualify it, and Dylan felt a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, "N-n-" He began, but the word wouldn't come out. He screwed his eyes shut and bit down, hard, on his lower lip, then raised his right hand, curling it into a fist, and then brought it crashing down between his legs.

He let out a strangled yelp and bit down on his lip hard enough to split it. The pain was incredible, he wanted to fall, but Brendan's previous order kept him standing, though his breathing was distinctly more labored.

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[info]listentomyvoice
2009-01-17 01:18 am UTC (link)
Wincing, Brendan nodded, "Yeah, that's about what I wanted, yeah," He rubbed a finger under his lip before stretching a little and sitting down, crossing his legs, "You look a bit strained, there, so on your knees," He pointed to the floor, "And once there, slap yourself in the face again. I like that one."

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[info]pushit
2009-01-17 01:22 am UTC (link)
Dylan let out a breath of relief as he was allowed some leeway onto the floor, but was soon grimacing again as he slapped himself. After he'd done that, he put his hands back behind his back and looked apprehensively at Brendan. Who'd known that the hairdresser had such a vicious streak? Maybe this was why Bill liked him.

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[info]listentomyvoice
2009-01-17 01:25 am UTC (link)
Brendan would have made Dylan give himself another slap if he had known that was what the kid was thinking. As it went, he sighed and looked at him, hand going to flick a finger at the kid's chin, just to annoy him, "You know, it is hard, now that I have you hear, just to think of what I want you to do. Why don't you grab your balls real hard? Then punch yourself in the crotch again. Because that looked painful."

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[info]pushit
2009-01-17 01:28 am UTC (link)
Dylan flinched instinctively away from Brendan's hand. He was remembering that old instinct he'd developed as a freshmen. It would be so much easier just to pretend Brendan was a bully. None of this was Dylan's fault. It was Bill's for rejecting him, Evan's for hurting him, and Brendan's for .. for being a pussy. Or something. He was learning to anticipate pain with Brendan's every word, every movement, and that was not a pleasant thing to feel.

Once again his hands went between his legs and this time when he punched himself he actually bit down hard enough on his lower lip to make himself bleed.

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[info]listentomyvoice
2009-01-17 01:30 am UTC (link)
Brendan didn't even look at Dylan do that, not really into seeing it happen, just wanting the results. Dylan had hurt him over and over, and so had William, but since he loved William, he wouldn't make the man punch himself in the balls. Mind, after this, he was going to take much shit, either.

"Tell me how you feel right now. Don't raise your voice."

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[info]pushit
2009-01-17 01:33 am UTC (link)
"I'm t-trying to figure out a way to get around your p-powers-s so that I can kill you." Dylan said evenly. "And I'm t-thinking that my dumbassh boyfriend is going t-to make f-fun of m-me for having b-bruises on my fucking c-cock ins-stead of being s-sympathetic."

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[info]listentomyvoice
2009-01-17 01:40 am UTC (link)
"Oh, you like the assholes, too?" He said off handedly before snorting, "Of course you do, you liked William at the-yeah," He waved a hand, "And you can't get around my powers. You can't hurt me. I won't allow it. Dylan Hayes, you will not hurt me. See? Simple as that," He shrugged, scratching at his temple, "Speaking of boyfriends, is he a self loathing queer, too? Or did you go for the flamboyant like William did? Oh, and that makes me think-punch yourself in the crotch again, please. Thank you.-maybe I should get you to lisp for me to. Just an idea. Any thoughts?"

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[info]pushit
2009-01-17 01:44 am UTC (link)
Somewhere between 'please' and 'thank you', Dylan punched himself again. It was starting to get to be a little too much. He was on the verge of feeling light-headed. "He's-s great." Dylan said defiantly, not bothering to respond to the lisp question because he suspected it would happen no matter what he said.

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[info]listentomyvoice
2009-01-17 01:45 am UTC (link)
"Like cornflakes? Good for you. Yeah, add the lisp. Lisp and stutter. Feel what it is like to be embarrassed by ever word you utter, because it sounds too gay," He sat back in his chair, "Tell me what happened to lead you to finding out that Evan was messing with you. How did you discover it was all a sick joke?"

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[info]pushit
2009-01-17 01:49 am UTC (link)
"He shent me a mes-sage." Dylan said, clearly wincing at the sound of his own voice. "On the journash. 'That will never hap-pen again'. That wash it. And then- He t-told me he'd only shtarted talking to m-me to impresh the girl."

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[info]listentomyvoice
2009-01-17 01:57 am UTC (link)
Merely raising his eyebrows thoughtfully at the change in the boy's voice, he shrugged, "That sucks," He said simply, sighing out a slow breath. He should be with William. He was so angry with the man though. Perhaps it was best he was here.

"Slap yourself again," He said, looking at the boy on the floor beside him, breathing out a long sigh of a breath. This wasn't really helping, was it? "Did you know," He said after the kid had recovered from the slap, "That when you try and commit suicide, they put you on a watch? You have people all around you for three days, usually. Or at least, last time I checked, it was. Can you imagine having to tell people you didn't know why you did what you did, over and over? Maybe you wouldn't know. I can make you forget this. I can tell you not to remember. I can leave and you wouldn't know why you were in so much pain, where the bruises came from. And then you won't know when they ask you. And they will. I'll call in a 911. They'll find you. Naked. Confused. And sc-sc-scared," He taunted, rubbing at his face, "Or I could just get you dressed, make you forget and leave. I don't know yet."

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[info]pushit
2009-01-17 02:05 am UTC (link)
Another slap. Fuck, when was Prince going to get tired of those? Hadn't the novelty worn off by now? Dylan grunted, but what Brendan said next gave him paused. He stared. He'd always thought that Bill was the more screwed-up of the two, but from listening to all of Brendan's tirades, it was becoming increasingly obvious to him that Brendan was the unknown variable in this equation, not Bill. He knew Bill well enough, but Brendan was a complete wild card.

"You are jusht. Like. M-me." Dylan said finally.

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[info]listentomyvoice
2009-01-17 02:11 am UTC (link)
"Slap yourself," Brendan said harshly, those words making his jaw set as he stared at the boy, "I am nothing like you. I am sadistic when attacked, I am fucked up, but I would never do what you have done to another person. Never. this is nothing," He scowled and glared at Dylan. He was not like the little teen psycho. He was better than him. He knew when to draw the line, and he had guilt. He was human.

"Slap yourself again," But he was an angry human, admittedly.

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[info]pushit
2009-01-17 02:17 am UTC (link)
Slap. "It'sh not such a bad thing to b-be." Dylan replied, slap. "Y-you g-get crazy, you g-get shadistic? You shurvive, at leasht." He ducked his head again, his face was stinging like a mother, "You m-make a 911 c-call? Yeah, I looth my freedom for a while, my shanity. But I'll c-come b-back. You're n-not as s-scary as you th-think you are."

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[info]listentomyvoice
2009-01-17 02:19 am UTC (link)
"There is where you are wrong. I don't think I'm scary. I just know with two words, I can make you go away," He shrugged, "See, I am not scary, and neither are you. Punch yourself in the gut this time. Twice," He waited for that to be carried out, "I could change your opinion of me. I could make you not even remember my name. You said it yourself. I survive."

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[info]pushit
2009-01-17 02:23 am UTC (link)
Dylan doubled over after striking himself, clutching his stomach and obviously in pain but still looked at Brendan, resolve in his facial expression. "There are a l-lot of p-people in thish t-town who would call you a f-fuckin' shuperhero for it." He said with a small nod, "And if you t-think there'sh anyone in this t-town who'd believe I'd attempt shuicide, you're c-crashier than I am."

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[info]listentomyvoice
2009-01-17 02:26 am UTC (link)
"I don't need them to believe it. It's you that needs to," Brendan pointed out, looking away, "God, I hate you," His fingers rubbed a slow circle against his temple, "You have no idea."

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[info]pushit
2009-01-17 02:28 am UTC (link)
"I know a g-girl who c-could make me forget everyt-thing." Dylan said, finally letting his head rest on the floor. "But I d-don't, becaush it f-feels b-better to hate. That'sh w-what you're dealing w-with, here, P-Prince." He smiled.

"I am n-not afraid of y-you."

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[info]listentomyvoice
2009-01-17 02:32 am UTC (link)
"I don't give a fuck if you are. Punch your God Damn crotch, you little bastard," Brendan stood up, "I hate you. I loathe you. And I'll do this again if you come near William. If you contact him. Anything. I'll do worse. Slap yourself," He started walking towards the door, "And keep the stutter for a few days. I think it suits you, you petty little worm. And don't come after me. And don't come to the hospital to see William. You don't want to see William. And you don't want to come after me. Stay on your knees for another ten minutes. Punch your crotch," He stared at the young man, near the door now. He should leave. He should go and...Well, he didn't know. But he was done with Dylan. He could do more. He just wasn't cut from that cloth. Not really. He could make the boy stab himself, but he just knew that would lead the more trouble in the end.

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[info]pushit
2009-01-17 02:39 am UTC (link)
Dylan complied with Brendan's sudden flurry of demands as best he could, but sitting back up again simply wasn't an option anymore. It hurt too bad, he was too proud, his body wouldn't let him pull his punches, even when he was hitting himself.

"F-Fuck you, Prince!" He snarled from his curled-up position on the floor.

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[info]listentomyvoice
2009-01-17 02:42 am UTC (link)
"Fuck you, Hayes," Brendan shook his head, "I'm leaving. Don't call the cops on me. Don't call anyone on me. You can't even say my name. Or my occupation. Or who I am even involved with. You can't rat me out, Hayes. You can't even pronounce my name," He glared at Dylan, "Goodbye, Dylan. I hope I never, ever, hear about you again," And with that, Brendan opened the door, leaving the cringing, curled up naked teenager on his floor, slamming the door behind him with a shake of his head.

"Bastard."

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