Walter Sullivan -- 11/21 (holy_assumption) wrote in chaosunraveled, @ 2008-06-12 21:23:00 |
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Current mood: | curious/and friendly |
Current music: | Cradle of Forest -- Akira Yamaoka |
When you really think you're really alone, you feel the eyes of someone looking in on you...
Who: Walter and Light
When: Forwarded to sometime after Light's torture.
Where: Light's Room.
Summary: Valtiel keeps repeating Walter's Dad's words in his head, and he seeks escape. He takes a wrong turn and meets Light Yagami, who has been tortured. Knowing what that feels like, Walter decides to hang around for a little while. He winds up staying the whole night, and catches a peculiar sight...
Rating: PG-13, to be safe. Dropped to PG.
Warnings: As always, the regular Walter!Rules apply, may be some descriptive violence and/or torture. Or things that'll make you tear up. Depending. (EDIT: Or describing torture, not actually torture. u_u;)
Little Crybaby. Shut up! Get Packed! I told you we shouldn't have had a kid!
Again and again and again. No matter how far Walter ran, he could never escape that pain. The all-too-familiar pain of being unwanted. Unloved. Call it what you wish, but he hated that pain.
And it was the only reminder that his father left him with. Of course, Valtiel knew all about it. Were they always together? Even before he was born? No... but it seemed like it. Walter always ran away from it. Well, that was going to stop. Perhaps when he faced Sal, and made that ... person understand Walter's power. Not even God would stop his vengeance. While formulating that plot, Walter turned the corner into an open room. Empt--No. It wasn't empty. This wasn't an empty room, like he had hoped.
There was some person, sitting on the bed, barely moving... white cast.... Walter smelled blood, and the old familiar scent, and perhaps, even more so the sting of that place rushed into his nostrils and lungs and every fiber...
The person, boy, man, whomever he was... there was now only Walter and that person. No one else in the entire world, only the very, very faint sound of footsteps falling away from them in a slow manner, almost reminding Walter himself that he was always going to be watched. They hurt this boy, this (in his head, again) orphan before him, just like they did to himself. Damn. It was all too familiar.
For a little while, Walter was completely quiet. One would even think that he was deposited there for simple decor. He inhaled for what seemed like the first time since he entered this room, and finally asked an innocent question. "A...are you... did they hurt you a lot, too?" Walter fell silent, patiently awaiting the reply, in whatever form it would come in.