Miles Edgeworth (defyingxgravity) wrote in sh_chaos, @ 2009-04-09 16:11:00 |
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Fiction.
Title: Sweet Number Three
By: Alex C
Rating: Mature
Description: Walter is trying to show Henry everything. Showing things he did not see at first. Still confused and sad, Henry watches on.
Pairing: M/M
Disclaimer: All characters and places are property of Konami.
Dream Observation Three:
Night after night, I am given these horrific dreams. Dreams that deal with Walter in them… Why am I seeing these dreams if they are his happenings? I don’t get it. I feel I may never know why… Yet I think there is an unseen and underlined reason that I’m getting to with each. He has hinted in the dreams that my time is still at hand. I think I cried for about thirty minutes earlier the other day. I have cried in my time… When young, you get cuts and scrapes plus bruises. Those are the smaller types that make you weep. But there is a part that deep down that is embedded within the emotions. The emotional strain and pull on one’s mind and body… I can feel it with me. That pull that makes the body shake and the voice tremble with fury of emotion. I have walked down that road once before. I must say, I have not been in his shoes yet. I can not say that my life is hard now. Walter is showing me something that it hits right in the center. Emotions that have yet been named or colored are running through my mind.
This is my third dream… A bit more sorrowful if you ask me. I can’t explain the emotions I feel over it. Walter…you poor man. But… I’ll try and run it through in explanation.
I’m at the subway… It’s not now; it’s years back just like the past dreams. I stand next to a vending machine as people walk by and not detect me. They don’t see me. I watch them go on about their business. This isn’t like my past dreams. I have to stress this point to you. There is no blood. There is no broken bones or bloody body parts. I am seeing things, as they would normally be. A couple walks by me; the woman holding onto her purse like the shadows would steal it. The man explaining to her that their flight is about to leave in an hour. I push away from the wall and step forward like I could blend in with the crowd. I feel this indescribable feeling right now. I’m emotionless… Sort of like Walter is now. I watch as I walk along with all these people. ‘George, did you remember the subway tickets?’ I heard a woman speak to a thin man with a brown mustache. ‘Mommy! I want to go to the candy store now! NOW!’ A boy complains to his parents that he wanted candy.
I looked over to see one subway train go down the tracks as people wait for the next to come. Hazel eyes stared a bit dazed out at the on coming flow of life. I walk along the grounds until I come to another entrance. Wait… It was the exit to near where the apartment is. A few people get off the train and walk along to the exits to go up to the grounds above. My eyes settle on a mother and her little girl. The girl was carrying a little doll in her hand while holding her mother’s hand. ‘Come on, Eileen. We’ll get some ice cream after the appointment.’ The woman said to the little girl. Did she just say Eileen? This must be Eileen when she was little! She’s so cute… But then my gaze moves over to a man on the side. He’s sitting against the wall and head down to his knees. He seems a bit troubled. I notice Eileen walking over to him. ‘Hey mister, don’t be so lonely. Have my dolly.’ Eileen hands the man her doll and he accepts. He looks a bit ragged. ‘Thank you…’ I heard the man say.
Eileen’s mother scolds her and takes the girl by the hand. ‘No! Don’t talk to strangers, Eileen! I’m going to have to talk to the Super about that man. I’ve seen him around the apartments…’ I listen closely to what the woman had to say while the girl looked so sad when being pulled away. Eileen really is a nice lady. The man observes the doll and rubs his rough and unshaven cheek to the fabric of the doll. '‘Mommy…’ He whispers to his self. I feel a few tears trickle down my cheeks. That man…did he loose his mother? Or… Something seemed familiar about him. ‘Yes… Back then when I left the orphanage. See how things change? Not much.’ Walter spoke to me while beside me. He seemed a little down as well. Though not by much. He stood there and looked at his past self for a good few minutes. ‘She really showed me that not all people are horrible. Miss Galvin is something else…’ I listened close to Walter while the other spoke to me. He must have treasured the doll she gave him through out his years.
It seems that there has been little to no kindness offered to him in his life. Walter gives a slight smile before tipping his head to the side. His past self puts the doll somewhere safe and stands up. I looked up to watch his past self go on. People pushing him and moving on by. Walter grunts and looks at the people who hurt him. ‘Hn.’ I blinked and look to the current Walter. ‘Yes… I never got the same kindness anyone else would offer another.’ He said that so calmly. I would have been so angry though. He was calm, though his past self showed a little anger. Walter steps up behind me as his past self and all around fade to the present subway, though now, it was disgusting and a wreck. Blood and rust mixed along the walls and odd-looking bodies along the sides. It wasn’t the nice looking one I have just seen. I don’t recall the subway looking like this… Though I could be wrong. It’s been four weeks since I’ve been out…
‘Heh… Self-loving can be such a crazy thing. I know I don’t love myself. I just do what I need…’ Walter spoke to me while holding me up against him. My back was pressed against his own chest. There are a few things one can do for another. Walter was past that point to help. I watch the escalators, these strange things…they reach out of the wall. Long claw like hands swinging this and that way. They were on both sides… I was not staring at anything important at that moment. ‘Walter…’ I whisper to him. Those tangled strings of emotions of mine pulled. I realized then that I was crying. My body had made it its own actions to hold onto him. ‘No one ever showed you anything kind and good! You just…’ Words begin to mesh and mix. My throat became dry while I cried hard and held onto Walter. He looked down at me and pets along my back for some reason. ‘Happiness is a mask, Henry. People use it everyday. That what you saw was true happiness. Though…I hardly got to see Miss Galvin after that.’
‘If I only…’ I just began to speak after a while of being unable to. He shook his head at me. ‘It always starts like that but people don’t mean what they say.’ He said a bit harsh to that. Something must have happened in his time to make him think and say such. I am really trying to understand… I want to help. He knows I want to help. Is this a way of torture to me? I hide my face in his shirt while I sobbed. Walter looked up at the rusted ceiling of the subway. He must have been laughing on the inside. ‘The mind is a fragile device. Sort of how the heart is the main function to the body. She made me feel special. You…make me feel…’ I couldn’t hear the last sentence well. Did he just say…I made him feel special? My own heart begins to beat hard in my chest. The feeling of hearing this man who is a killer say that to me. ‘It’s too late for me to save you, Walter… I just…’ I whispered to him sadly. It was the truth though. This all happened in the past before I came.
Walter takes my chin and tips my head up to gaze into my eyes. I do about the same when looking into his own. Walter… I breathe in deep and exhale while looking up. He once again leaned in and pressed his lips against mine. Walter did not move right away. He instead pressed me up against the wall and pinned me there. My eyes slid shut on that moment while lips kept to mine. He kissed me deeply and added a little bite to it. My heart felt like it was beating from within my throat. Sweet bliss within the darkness. He traced little doodles along my clothed chest. Walter broke the kiss to only come down and bite at my neck. ‘You taste sweet, Henry. Have you been a good boy?’ Walter asked me in this odd way. I didn’t know exactly what to say or how to answer. My mind was fogged with bliss. ‘Kiss me…please.’ I think I just asked to be kissed again. Why!? He made me feel that way. ‘If you want…’ He whispered while tracing numbers along my chest. I couldn’t exactly make the feel out. All I felt was lips to mine in a heated kiss. Walter takes a knife out and rips my shirt down the middle. Buttons fall to the ground and silence their selves. I didn’t care… I wanted this to happen…
Walter begins to feel up my sides… This time he could feel my exposed skin. Walter examines my expressions my sounds I make. I can’t help myself; I’m losing myself in him. My head presses back against the wall as I urge him on quietly to touch me. Anything to get those feeling going through me. Walter smirks and leans in to trace the knife along my chest. I keep still to make sure he didn’t cut me. I didn’t want it to be like that. My breaths began to shallow and even out to smooth longer ones in between. ‘You can’t always have pleasures of the flesh like you want.’ Walter tells me while I am pressed against the wall. I feel the knife press its cold blade against my warm skin. My cry was muffled as he kissed me again, then his lips move to my throat. My Adam’s Apple is taken in by his lips before he bites at a shoulder. I felt a tinge of pain when the tip of the blood presses in and breaks the skin. Tears well up in my eyes as he continues to explore my front. The blade of the knife toys with my skin and wiggles in a circle around. I know I had to be bleeding. Somewhere in my delusions of mind I just wanted him to snuff the feeling of pain out with his bliss.
‘Walter…’ I murmured softly to the air in my room. I had just woken up. Why! It was just getting good… I sat up on my bed and rub at my eyes. I just didn’t want the feeling to leave me. Eyes still were fogged as I looked down at my front. Walter somehow made me feel good. He is a killer but…doesn’t he have a human side? Maybe…in dreams… I had woken up from my dream feeling emotionless at the moment. I’m sure the emotions would flood my body when I was awake more. I looked down to my shirt and thought the last button was missing. I could have sworn I felt a blade’s tip still embedded in my chest. But the second I looked back down nothing. Each dream…it has you feeling something real happened. I believe it is true. Walter, what do you want from me now?
End of dream three.