Who: Wild Child, Mastermind When: Early evening, April 23 [backdated like woh] Where: Jason's Manor What: After the beach scene, Gibs is still throwing a fit Notes: Log format Kyle was miserable. Far more miserable than he could remember being in months. Not ever, oh no, he'd had much worse days in the not so distant past, but now... Now he just felt stupid. Why was he so. Fucking. Stupid? He snarled and bounded into the back of the jet, stuffing the ear buds into his ears and cranking his iPod loudly enough to offend his sensitive ears. It was stupid but it was the only escape he could find currently. He snarled, glaring and showing his fangs whenever Jason so much as leaned his direction, claws extending and shoulders tensing. Hostility hung around the feral like a heavy cloud. He gave a short snarl as the plane landed, ripping the earbuds out and starting for the door, moving a bit more slowly than he would have liked thanks to his damn leg. He wanted to get out of here and break shit... -- Movement was awkward, but he waited, watching the feral at the back of the plane move forward, allowing the ruffian get himself out first, then passing him on the walk to the door, his long legs uninjured and moving faster than his furry companion. The ride back from the island had been tense and uncomfortable at best, and while Jason wasn't one to pry, it had to be more than just the sudden attack he had withstood by the other mutant. Something was deeply bothering his feral, and he intended to find out what that was. The door way opened for him, his home looming beyond. For a brief moment, he wanted nothing more than to crawl back into bed and sleep like the dead, but now was not the time for it. Before he could do that, though, he needed to sort this out with Kyle.
Pausing suddenly, he turned on his heel, facing the obviously angry boy behind him. "Are you going to discuss whatever is stewing in your head, or will I have to track you through the house and bother the shit out of you until you kill me in my sleep?" His tone was gentle, but his legs were solid. He was not moving until the blond male gave him some kind of answer. -- "You FUCKIN' KNOW whut th' problem is so don' pull 'at shit with me!" The words exploded loudly out of him, blue eyes suddenly half gold, face flushing with anger as his claws extended again. His arms were held out to the sides, muscles tensed and limbs quivering faintly. Oh yes, he was seriously considering taking a large chunk out of the taller. "'M DONE with yer GAMES!" He snarled, passion, fury and age written all over his face. "'I dunno whut yer tryin' t' pull, but 'is little fuck with th' ugly, furry mutie AIN'T FUNNY ANYMORE an' if you don' stop it RIGHT TH' FUCK NOW I AM gonna kill ya an' eat yer fuckin' heart!" The words and the pain poured out of him in an almost blinding rush, but under all the tough words, there was only pain. Pain and regret. "Fuck you an' yer seven months... seven months!" He did an odd mix of a snort and a spit at the words. "Prolly jus' another of yer games. 'M DONE. Send me back or fuckin' STOP." -- The old man didn't move, his mind roaming over the last few hours, the arguments with those new mutants, the joy of the wolf chase, the strange way that Kyle had been attacked, and none of it made connective sense with this. He paused to reflect on his own words, his own thoughts, finally considering the whole day to be one large mess. "No, I honestly don't know." One of his delicate eyebrows rose in reaction, confusion written in his eyes. There were no games her, among the halls, within the staff or even around his home. There hadn't been for a very long time, and of all the things to pull over on his mutt, this was not the point of such possibilities. "If I were playing you for a fool, I'd have taken what I wanted and have been done with you by now." His voice took on a sense of finality, before his eyes echoed the hollowness of his own words, it falling away as he looked back. "So I have no idea what you're ranting at me for." -- He growled and shook his head one hand flexing tightly, seeming ready to take a chunk out of him though to his credit, he did restrain himself. "Fuck you!" he roared, shoulders again shuddering. "Ya TOLD me it'd be differen'! Ya tol' me ya'd stop with th' damn games! An' stupid Gibs b'lieved ya! NOT ANY MORE!" He shook his head hard then, body quivering faintly in rage. "Now are yew gonna get th' FUCK outta my way or am I gonna open up a door THROUGH yew?" -- Different. Game. It was about the ownership issue, wasn't it? His mind moved, shifted, thinking as he stared at those angry gold and blue eyes, refusing to watch the way he breathed, knowing he'd be lost into the desire that threatened his mental processes. The conversation had touched on ownership, hadn't it. And instead of backing up his pup, he simply created a second argument. Ownership was a fact. The boy wasn't technically free yet. Wasn't truly allowed to be his own master until he left. As Kyle stated, not for the next seven months, but while he was a part of the household, all of that was a technicality. Kyle was angry enough to kill him because of a technicality. He shook his head and turned, walking away at a brisk pace. His office wasn't too far off. He needed to get to it and back before the angry beast behind him tried to close himself off from the world to deal with his own emotions. Long legs moved, stretching him forward and away from the conversation quite suddenly. -- Kyle blinked as the taller was so suddenly gone, he half offended and rather disappointed that Jason had left so suddenly. No argument, no snarling, no clawing and ripping open of flesh... The thought of warm blood seeping around his claws, the salty tang of it in the air, it was enticing. Far too enticing. He gave a short snort, shaking his head hard, blonde hair flying, his fur still on end as he limped slowly down the stairs, rubbing a hand over the itchy skin of his shoulder, claws accidentally tearing the skin, though to Kyle, it did not matter in the least. He had peeled his drenched shirt off the moment he had hunkered down at take off, and tossed it aside with a careless plunk, he ignoring it now, heading bare chested toward the gym on his gimp leg. -- That's when Jason caught up to him again. That musky fur smell drifting down the hallway, teasing his senses and bringing him in the right direction all at the same time. "Kyle." His tone was clipped, edgy, and likely to get some kind of response, which was what he needed to catch back up with the other mutant. "What you don't understand, is that it is a technicality." He paused to step up, holding the paper in front of him, Kyle's full name printed clearly in the center, and the signal stamps of revolve dotting the bottom. "I do own you, only as long as I have this." He waited, held his breath, hoping that Kyle's first reaction wasn't going to be to rip his throat out. He had a point, if only it could be made logical. "That's why I didn't argue with him the way you did. However..." -- Kyle spun all at once at hearing his name, stance dropping lower, hands holding far out to each side, claws extended again, quite ready to attack. He did refrain from pouncing, his fangs showing and eyes sharp and intense as he glared at Jason. If looks could kill... "It may be a techn'cality t' YOU," he snarled, fur suddenly on end again. "But 's my LIFE!" The claws of his feet flexed, digging deeply into the floor below him, an attempt to keep himself from simply attacking. Somewhere in there he knew that killing Jason would not accomplish much at all, a few days, weeks, months maybe, depending on his ability to survive and stay hidden, of freedom, then he would end up at Revolve again. But he would not be under such a manipulative fuckhead, something else in him reminded. A sound which was truly more animal than human left his throat as that document was displayed, the boy lunging quite suddenly for that document. If that was the culprit, he would destroy it first and THEN go for Jason. He was sick of these lies, sick of being played for a fool, and so.. hurt. He had been used so many times, in so many ways, and he just couldn't make it all stop. Something was going to change, or die, or something, because Kyle Gibney was simply lost in his emotions and that was simply what happened when he was. He grabbed at the document, finding it pulled up and out of his reach, he snarling agian and twisting to lunge at Jason in turn, murder in his eyes. -- Jason turned, rolled, dancing out of the exact location, dodging the on coming death sentence in his own gentlemanly fashion, utilizing the abilities he had to suddenly force Kyle to feel like he was running head first into a wall. The momentum stopped the attack dead on, and Jason, being more than ready for it, had chanced to reach out and turn the boy around so that he could then utilize his illusions to create manacles to bind him to the wall that now stood on it's own in the center of the hallway. "I'm not waving it at you to make a mocker of your life. I'm holding it out so you can take it and keep it for yourself. We still need it to enter you into fights at the island, but I have copies of it that I take in. You can keep it here." He stopped, thinking about tucking it into the shirt on Kyle's back, but being that there was none, he'd have to wait on that. "For now, you can't shred it. After the seven months, you can. But, until then, it will be yours. You don't like the technicality, then we can simply erase it." -- Gibney had not expected to see a wall there, much less to collide with it. He went head first into it, a loud 'clunk' was heard as what little brains he had rattled in his skull. He was stunned into seeing stars, but then those manacles clamped about his wrists. That animal roar left him again as he suddenly twisted and thrashed, fighting those illusions with all his might, he thrashing, flailing, snarling, attempting to attack anything within reach of his bound hands, his bared teeth or his clawed feet. It was truly an unappealing sight. All at once he stopped, his head and body suddenly dropping, he hanging by those manacles and panting heavily for air. He had been in this position before... long ago, and he remembered how hopeless it had been. His teeth were gritted, he hiding behind his damp hair, steeled to whatever Jason had to say. At least, until one phrase broke through the steeled fog he had placed around himself. Keep it? He could keep... it? Keep what? It... couldn't be..? Thick brows knitted up as he slowly lifted his head, still panting for air, his eyes guarded, still hating... but there was a cautious curiosity there... hope. Almost hope. "...whut'd yew say...?" he spoke thinly. -- "If you can promise not to kill me outright, I'll let you down. I just want to give this to you. Nothing more." His voice was even, and he winced slightly. He despised having to keep the whelp up there like that. It wasn't in the plans according to him, and while he might have enjoyed it in a different situation, that situation was not occurring currently. "But I can't as long as you're aiming for my death. At least not now. We have too much to do if we are going to save those friends of yours. But later, once you're free. Then you can do whatever you want, and if my death is on that list, then perhaps you should seek it out at that point." His eyes held, steady, honest, an agreement like a promise settled in their depths. "Can you promise me that? I would rather let you down." -- Gibney blinked, confusion was clear in his features, brows knitting as he hung in silence for a few long moments. The rage, the pain, the guilt was all easing, pealing back under his new focus. So long as he was owned, he was chained, just like this. No matter how much he fought, he was still this helpless. But Jason was saying... He took in a slow breath, a voice in his head screaming very loudly not to trust him again, not to buy into it all yet again, but... Stupid Gibs could not help it. "...I won'." He promised softly, voice rough and rather thin. -- Jason nodded, and the entire thing disappeared slowly, easing the pressure off with a gentle sensation, all most like a tingle, along the boy's skin as the illusion faded away. The whelp was free once more, able to move, and Jason turned his body to the side, extending his hand, the document in his grasp. "Here." A risk. It was a risk handing over the one item that ultimately gave Jason the upper hand in all situations. Even though he didn't consider his companion to be less than he was, it made him breathe easy at night to know that with the document in his possession, the boy could not run away early. He would be forced to stay for the remainder of their time. Seven months. That was all he had left. That was all there would be. Then the boy would leave him. And with this last piece, there was nothing to tie them together again. Nothing. -- Kyle frowned and looked up and back at the fading illusion, rubbing absently at one wrist. Just how the hell had that thing gotten there? He still had a hard time remembering that Jason had powers, he was firmly in the 'human' category in the feral's mind. Then Jason offered it to him. Kyle took in a short breath, his eyes widening a small bit, but sharpened all the more. They were suddenly intense, focused on that bit of paper. He cautiously extended a hand, as if expecting to be jerked back or to vanish from his very grasp. clawed fingers closed around it and then quickly jerked it toward himself, he swiftly unfolding it and looking it over, holding his breath. Blue eyes moved over it, up and down, again and again, his jaw tense as emotions played just under the surface of his face and eyes. "...'s notta trick?" He asked at long last, his voice soft, hardly a whisper, blue eyes turning timidly toward Jason. -- "No. I try very hard not to trick my friends. I respect you too much to be that cruel." He knew his own tricks, and how bad they could get. This was not one of those moments. He shook his head. "Remember, you can't tear it asunder just yet. When that time comes, I'll let you know. I still care about you. Don't forget that." His eyes softened, and the old man moved, turning back down the hallway. He didn't want to be there when he started to cry. Didn't want Kyle to see the depth of the attachment he would hold for the whelp. Offering the end of his own life was enough for one day, and now he would seek to isolate himself the best way he knew how. The old man would crawl into an empty bottle behind closed doors and try to accept the fact that was only seven months away. -- Kyle was suddenly breathing very slowly, the raging animal that had been on display for the past hours was suddenly much more like a stunned child. he listened to Jason talk, brows knitted faintly as he looked over the document. He knew so little about documents, but it looked real. And Jason had gone through a lot to protect it... if it were a fake he could've just let Kyle tear it apart. He'd been... so mean, so hateful, he'd attacked Jason, all for this piece of paper? It had been crushing and overwhelming then. Now that he was in his hands he suddenly felt fuller, lighter, calmer... whole. "Wait!" he suddenly blurted, almost in a panic as his hand reached out, trying to gently grab for Jason's arm. Still wide blue eyes sought Jason's dark gaze, his expression mostly hidden behind the shock, but it did seem... quite gentle suddenly. -- Jason flinched, ripping his arm away and side stepped himself against the wall, a protective movement, as tears threatened his vision. No. Not now. "I should go, whelp. Perhaps we can organize... some thing more... later..." His voice wasn't as calm or collected as it had been. He was slowly losing his composure, and it wasn't something he was going to handle well. He needed to get away. He couldn't face it now, not with Kyle there, not so close. Especially when every fiber of his being knew that he would lose the wonderful person who had been introduced into his life such a very short time ago. He needed space, he needed to move away, and to take the time to separate himself before he was hurt even worse than he could be now. "I..." Words failed as he glanced into Kyle's blue eyes, his own opening up and losing all thought processes that would have allowed himself to bullshit out of this situation. -- Kyle started at seeing the others reaction, sucking in a small breath as he took a step back, confusion and concern suddenly claiming his features. Why... was he... like this? had he hurt him? He sniffed the air, trying to scent for blood, but he did not smell any. What was going on? "I..." he muttered softly, blinking again in a quiet confusion. "....'anks." He spoke it softly, voice rough with emotion but it was genuine. So entirely genuine and grateful as he watched the others eyes. He could be an ass, but he did manage to recognize that this was a gift, one he should be grateful for. One no one else would do for him, one no one in their right mind would do. "...'m... sorry... 'bout earlier.." he added softly, his large hand still hanging in mid-air from when Jason had ripped away from it, he too lost in shock and emotions to remember to retract it. "'bout... all of it..." -- Very slowly, the old man reached out and touched that hand with one of his own. He paused there, not grasping, but still desiring the comfort of it. "It's ... alright." He breathed heavily, and swallowing a sob. "I know you were simply.... confused." He shook his head. He didn't want to run, but he couldn't stay and risk this. If he broke down before the whelp, he'd only make him feel worse. -- He blinked, watching him with genuine confusion still on his face. Jason was... breaking down? Why? What for? Kyle was lost, but then again, that was really nothing new. "'M... 'm an ass an'... 'm sorry.. I jus'... I get... 'm sorry." He hated words, he always failed at them, and seeing Jason in this state was just simply confusing. He took a step toward Jason, thick brows still knitted up. This was his fault, wasn't it? He'd fucked it up, hand't he? Shit! "Is... there anythin' I... c'n do?" -- Oh, dear god. For a moment, Jason looked away, shaking his head, then looked back, those blue eyes closer again. A million things whizzed through his mind, but he shook his head to clear them. As attractive as Kyle always was, and as intriguing as the near death escape had been for him, now was not the time for that kind of thought. Not when he was so very emotional. "I- No. Do not worry abou it.." He closed his eyes as he said this. It wasn't the truth, but he was unwilling to fully speak the truth. Listening to himself beg Kyle to stay would only damage him more when the boy left. "It's alright..." It was a struggle not to allow those tears out when he opened his eyes again, a terrible struggle not to move forward and collapse into Kyle's open arms, a struggle not to give into all the feelings he had. Loss was so dangerously near to him. Utter and complete. "Just...." An idea piqued in his mind. "When you do leave. When your contract is up and you're not stuck here anymore... try not to forget me." A soft, pained, smile touched his lips and he stood up straight again, attempting to look more strong for the whelp, even though it likely didn't work. -- He blinked, now suddenly looking even more confused. What... was he talking about? The man had to be nuts... then again, Kyle had accused that on more than one occasion. "Whut d' ya mean?" he asked, thick brows knitting up. "I couldn'... even if I tried. Ya..." his voice suddenly went thin, almost cracking as he clenched his eyes tightly shut, willing the wave of emotion back. "Ya gave me m' freedom..." The way his voice wavered oh so slightly at the end, it was clearly no small thing to him. "An'--an' b'sides... where'd I go, anyway? Ya... th' minute I leave... they'll be affer me agian..." he knew this all too well, he would be found and dragged back to Revolve, snarling and slashing. The freedom of a mutant ment so little in the long run. "I... 'm an ass... 'm sorry.. 'm really... really sorry." He insisted again, trying to find some way to explain, fix, or just... make this better. -- Jason shook his head. "Not in Canada they won't." He had made up his mind a long time ago. He had settled on the conclusion without a second thought, knowing it was right, knowing it was necessary. "I'll take you there and drop you back off and you'll never have to bother with- anything here ever again." The resistance to admitting that it was himself he was truly discussing was another attempt to shake the tears, though one was already rolling down his cheek. Jason was hoping the shadowed hallway would provide him with enough cover to pretend that it wasn't there. "You don't have to stay here. I'll understand. And I'd protect you, even with you gone so far. If you keep that paper, then they can't drag you back here. You own yourself now." Another soft look, another soft tear. It was only a matter of time. -- Canada. It hit him hard, pulling memories up, he closing his eyes tightly. He could go back, he could be free but... why? What would be the point? "...I can't live like I used t'..." he said softly, shifting his weight, looking uneasy, sad. "I... if 'm 'ere... mebbe I c'n help others... mebe I c'n do somethin'..." he looked up then, just in time to see tears on Jason's face. His eyes went wide again, his heart dropping. "Oh--oh fuck!" He muttered it, stepping back as his brows knitted up again. "D' I 'urt ya? Whut'd I do?" He was so lost. What had he done? Said? What had caused this? "'M such a stupid mutt," he whispered, dropping his face into one hand. -- "You've done nothing." His voice was tender. Gentle. Needing in it's silently quiet manner. "I just don't think you want to be here anymore." The statement in and of itself was a laughable one. The boy had never wanted to be here. It was their unlucky circumstances that he was indeed stuck. "You won't be stuck for much longer. We'll find a way to free you once and for all. We'll find a way." He nodded, very sure on that fact, needing it's solid quality, it's defined goal like structure to give him it's strength. "I will free you. I promise I would, and I will, even if I have to take the whole damn island apart myself. I will. And you will be safe to leave as you see fit." -- Kyle stood for a long moment, swallowing the large lump in his throat before he, all at once, thrust himself forward. It was not an aggressive thing, for once, but fast and solid. He snatched that long thin body in his gangly arms, iron-like muscles pulling the taller to himself. His eyes were closed tightly, the attempt to stop the tears only forcing one to slip out of the outer corner of each eye, he pressing his face into Jason's chest and just clinging, completely lacking the words to show his gratitude. His hair was still wet, fur littered with sand and smelling both musky and of the ocean. -- The movement caught him off guard and for a moment, Jason stopped, expecting death, almost wishing for it in some portion of his conscious mind. But when those arms wrapped around him instead, more tears fell from his eyes. Kyle was still there. Hold him. His angular nose was muffled in Jason's chest, and his longer arms surrounded the shorter form before him. "You won't have to stay here...." The words became even softer, as if they were melting his resolve to allow this wonderful beast to leave him. A part of him wanted to latch on, and the other wanted to push away. Why prolong the pain? Why encourage the unavoidable suffering when his heart was later ripped out? He had no answers for himself, and instead leaned forward to place his cheek along the boy's scalp. So close to each other. This was what he needed and was too afraid to ask for. This was all that there really was to Jason, this was all there ever needed to be. At least for the next seven months. "I'll understand." -- "...I wish you could see it," the youth suddenly croaked out around his emotion, still clinging to that thin body. "I'll bet 's still snowin' 'ere... th' mos' beautiful sunsets ya've ever seen... jus'... everythin's there... 's perfect..." Kyle was an ass, and he well knew this. He hurt people, he did not mean to but it always seemed to happen around him, one way or another, physically or emotionally, he hurt people and he ended up alone. He had accepted this long ago. It was who he was. It was the savage, tragic, terrible fuckup that was him. He had so little to give, all he had, he felt, was the knowledge of what was to him the most beautiful, perfect place in the world. -- "I'll see it when we take you there. A beautiful place for a beautiful person." His voice started to even out, the logic of this movement had already been organized to his mind, and thus to revisit it was no stretch of the imagination for him. However, the length of time he was intending to spend there was much less than he would really voice at that point. "You belong there. Surrounded by it." -- "'m not beauiful," he murmured, not a grumble, but a heaving sigh. "'M a terrible person... I done 'orrible things... I 'urt people.." he paused before emotion suddenly swelled in his voice again. "'M so fuckin' stupid..." He suddenly leaned heavier on Jason, his weight shifting downwards, as if a weight had suddenly fallen on him. The unspoken thought lingered. He didn't deserve that place. -- "Yes, you are beautiful. Things happen in life. Things that we can or can't control, and no matter what, it's over one way or the other. All we can do is pick up and continue with our lives. Be the best we can be. Always. Make the choices that we can make and continue." His hands trailed lightly over still snarled blond hair. The long strands were still wet and covered in gritty sand now and again. The extra weight was a comfort, as if Kyle didn't want to leave. "You can't fight yourself for that." It was truth, and one of them that the two males had already discussed in detail. "Perhaps we should simply vacation there for now..." -- He shook his head silently, ready to argue when... when Jason said something that caused him to tense again. He pulled his face out of that slim chest, thick brows knitted up. "...vacation? There?" he knew the conclusion his ind was jumping to, but he had to clarify, had to make sure it was true... he couldn't get his hopes up, he just couldn't... -- "Why not? You've done well. It's not unheard of for overly stressed people to take a vacation." He nodded, avoiding eye contact. He knew what it would mean for them both. How wonderful it could be to see the boy in his natural surroundings. The place where he fit in most in the entire world. He also knew what it could mean to him to leave him there. How big a step that would be for both of them, and how necessary it would become. "Yes. I will take you home."