Noah Poe (mrintensity) wrote in the_dome, @ 2013-12-30 01:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | 04-16-2017, jason, jason and noah, noah |
Only Babies Cry
Who: Noah and Jason
Where: Jason’s house
When: mid morning
Jason wasn’t sure what to do about the teenager tied up in his house. He’d sent the others away, though Noah hadn’t fared well through the night, more bruises from where he’d come to and someone else had smacked him to knock him out again. Currently he was still tied up then tied to a thick metal hook that had been driven into the floorboards, dirty blanket still half over him to mask his smell. They were alone, and Jason was just out of reach, not that the unconscious guy was that much of a threat.
Currently Jason was trying hard to think his way out of things. He like Sylvia. He didn’t want to like Sylvia, because he didn’t trust himself to like her considering that always went badly for him, but had anyone ever told him that they valued his opinion? Probably not. Maybe a guidance counselor somewhere looking to score points with the fucked up charity case. Or she was just making sure that if he snapped and killed people she wouldn’t be one of them. Either way, it wasn’t enough people even bothered to say it, let alone mean it. But Noah belonged to Sylvia in a sense. Not like with the redhead, whom Jason was realizing now he should have grabbed, but jealousy had had him taking the guy and not the girl, but he was still Sylvia’s. He was important to her. And keeping him captive wasn’t going to help Jason’s chances for staying important to Sylvia himself. It all left him confused and puzzled and unsure of where to go next which was stressing him out and eating away at his composure. He felt backed into a corner, which being a vampire was supposed to solve. That it wasn’t was just pissing him off more.
Noah became aware slowly. He kept his eyes closed because the last time he'd opened them someone had come to club him into unconsciousness again. His head pounded in several places and his face felt like it was one large, continuous bruise. One nostril was crusted with blood and he couldn't breathe through it. One eye felt swollen to the point of being impossible to open anyway so he lay there a long time in silence. Or at least what felt like a long time. It was enough time to begin a good bout of dread knotting in his stomach. Not for himself but for Darcy. Had they gotten her too? Or had she gotten away? He hoped and prayed she'd gotten away. He couldn't bear thinking about her somewhere in the same or worse condition than he was in. He'd rather they kill him than ever touch Darcy.
He wasn't sure how long it was before he had to pee more than he needed to lay there quietly. He tried to move but the weight of his body felt impossible to shift. Though it was possible that was because he was tethered to the floor. "Hello?" he rasped. "Please? I have to…" he started and felt ashamed that he had to literally ask to be allowed to pee. But his desire to not pee where he was tethered outweighed his dignity. "I have to go to the bathroom."
Jason had gotten lost in his own thoughts again. He was thinking about what to do, if he should just leave Noah somewhere and hope that things didn’t go badly for Jason. Though he could get into trouble for that and the last thing that he wanted to do was to ruin his place in the group. He liked his place in the group. When Noah spoke he looked up, tilting his head to the side then shrugging. “What am I supposed to do about that?” he quipped, not enjoying the interruption in his thoughts.
That was definitely not the response Noah had thought he'd receive. Except he couldn't tell if he'd anticipated being kicked in the face or accommodated. He struggled into a half sitting position the best he could so he could open his one eye and look around for whoever had spoken. When he saw the guy who had led the attack on him and Darcy, Noah's blood both wanted to boil and freeze at the same time. "Could you give me something to do it in so I don't have to lay in a puddle or something?" he asked, swallowing such large portions of his dignity that the boiling blood was winning out.
Jason thought about that, tilting his head back and forth then making a face. “I guess I can see if I can find a bucket.” He didn’t want to bother with a piss pot, but whatever. “I’m not all too worried about you in a puddle more just because I’m pretty sure someone will smell that and come running.”
Noah pressed his lips together in a thin line, attempting to hold back the thoughts in his head in spite of the throb of pain. He thought of totally throwing away his pride and whimpering for an aspirin but he wasn't going to give this guy the satisfaction. He'd do good just to not have to lay in a puddle of his own urine. "Whatever floats your boat, I guess," he grumbled in spite of himself and immediately wished he hadn't said anything.
Jason had found a bucket, an old metal rusted one off to the side, from when he was working on the farm. He was just bringing it back, holding it in one hand by the handle. “Whatever floats my boat?”
Noah tried to play it a little cooler than he had been, realizing he was in absolutely no position to argue or make snide remarks. Maybe if he acted like he had some kind of problem he'd appear less threatening and maybe no one would bash him in the head again. "She said she thought you were cute," he said with a sigh as if to say, "Girls, what are you going to do?" He shrugged.
Jason frowned, looking at the guy tied up on his floor. “What the hell are you talking about?” he asked swinging the bucket, momentarily distracted from bashing the guy’s forehead in.
Well at least he'd been spared a little bit. Maybe he could buy a little more time before more pain came his way. Noah wasn't even considering anyone was looking for him. He wasn't buying time for his life because he was sure it was over. He just didn't want to feel pain anymore. He glanced at the corner of the room and nodded as though someone were standing there.
Jason glanced around then shook his head. “Did we hit you so hard on the head that you’re seeing things?” That would be impressive, though he wasn’t sure if Sylvia would be okay with that.
Noah forced a confused look on his face which may or may not have hit its mark considering how much it hurt. "What? I just need to pee. Can you make sure she doesn't watch?" he asked and reached out toward the bucket the other guy had held.
Jason looked around then shook his head, moving to sit on the bucket close to Noah. “So you think I’m stupid? The guy who’s been kicked around his whole life is stupid? I don’t think so.”
Noah frowned. "No, I don't think that. I just have to pee. Which isn't easy for me to admit to another guy. Especially when she's watching." He rolled up his sleeves then, revealing the nasty scarring on his forearms.
“No. Because there’s no one there. And if your skull was cracked? Your pretty girlfriend wouldn’t be with you. So...maybe I let you sit in your own piss.”
"My pretty girlfriend? She's dead," he bluffed, hoping he'd hear differently or something or anything about Darcy to let him know she was okay. He looked broken but got to his feet. He still had to pee and if he wasn't going to be afforded the bucket he could go somewhere else.
“I didn’t kill her,” Jason said, shaking his head. “Though I wish I’d taken her instead of you. She’d be more fun. You’re just trouble.” No, he needed to solve this problem and Noah wasn’t helping by standing up and looking all tall and imposing.
So Darcy wasn’t here, if the guy was telling the truth. Which Noah really hoped he was. “I don’t want to be trouble. I just want to pee.” He started to unbutton his jeans, wishing that the guy would at least turn around or something but if he didn’t, Noah was going to have to go in front of him. What did it matter anyway? Noah was dead already, right?
“So the crazy act is done?” Jason asked, but then Noah was undoing his jeans and Jason had little interest in that. He probably should or have some interest in someone, but it was like that switch that was suppose to flip at twelve or whenever never switched on and he really didn’t want to see this guy’s or any guy’s or any girl’s, junk. “Here,” he said, kicking the bucket towards Noah. “Don’t piss on my floor.”
Noah tried not to roll his eyes when asked if his crazy act was over. "Crazy? No, man, I just don't like her watching, okay? Or you but you're watching. What can I do?" He tried to field the bucket as it was kicked to him but missed, the bucket rebounding off his ankle causing him to hiss softly. He grabbed for it but it was out of reach. "Can... can you please..." he asked as carefully as he could, trying not to piss the guy off.
“You’re full of shit,” Jason said, laughing at the bucket as it bounced off of Noah and out of reach. “I’m not watching a damn thing. I’m not some perv,” he said, feeling like that hit too close to home. It had him going for the bucket again but this time when he threw it at Noah, he aimed for his face.
Noah’s brows furrowed slightly when Jason laughed. This guy was off his trolley or something. Well, obviously if he’d kidnapped Noah for seemingly no reason. But his laugh didn’t sound right and it gave Noah a sudden, nervous twinge in his stomach. And then the bucket was sailing toward his head and Noah didn’t have enough of a chance to defend himself from it. The edge of the bucket hit the bridge of his nose and his eyes closed. The world spun slightly and he felt himself lose control of his bladder finally as his hands went to his face, his body sinking down to his knees. “What the hell?” he moaned, hardly hearing the bucket clatter to the floor as his pants became embarrassingly warm.
There shouldn’t have been satisfaction in the other guy’s humiliation. There shouldn’t be. Jason knew that, but at the same time, he did get some out of it. How many times had he been left in the same situation, left to suffer until he pissed his own pants? More than once. He’d had a foster father who had some ridiculous military training in mind, that he’d beat the weakness out of his foster kids, make them suffer through waiting and agony for hours just to see how long they could handle it. Jason had suffered for six months before child’s services took them away. So when Noah weakly pissed his pants, Jason felt some satisfaction in it. Someone else would know. “I told you. I’m not some perv.” He went for the bucket again picking it up, but not doing anything with it yet.
Noah felt tears sting his eyes. He wasn't sure if it was because they were already swelling from where the bucket had hit him or because he was mortifyingly humiliated over having wet himself like a child. The one saving grace he had was knowing that Darcy wasn't in this situation. He tried to hang on to that but a sob escaped his mouth unwarranted. "What the hell do you want from me? Why do this? What do you want? Nobody will give you anything for me. I don't have any family." His voice cracked and he forced himself to shut up but he glared angrily at Jason.
That slowed Jason from smacking the sobs out of Noah. As soon as he’d heard them, that was what he thought about doing. Only babies cry. “I don’t want a thing from you. I don’t really care about you. And...why...well you should have saved yourself. You had to be the fucking hero, to think that love means a damn thing. Don’t you know who she is? What she’s like? She hit your friend! I don’t get it.” He shook his head. “Not having a family isn’t going to win you points with me. I have nothing. Just them. And they wanted me to take someone. I picked you. End of story.” Though Sylvia would likely be upset with him for taking Noah, but he hadn’t thought about that at the time. He hadn’t thought she’d actually talk to him. Or be interested in him bringing her into the fold rather than just using him.
Noah frowned more deeply, trying so hard not to sniffle. He didn't want to give this guy any more of his dignity than he'd already relinquished involuntarily. "How do you know about..." Pieces began to fall strangely into place. Jason had either lied about not taking Darcy or he'd been talking to Sylvia. He took a leap of faith, hoping it was the latter because if it was the former he knew he was going to break. "Does Sylvia know I'm here? Is she the one behind this? Why?"
Jason looked amused, moving to sit on the bucket again so he was eye level with the creep. “And if she is? She’s one of us now. She’s tired of being pushed around. Just like I am.” It wasn’t entirely a lie. He hadn’t said that Sylvia was behind things, but would it be so bad? Wouldn’t it be better if this guy realized that his friend was a force to be reckoned with? He could give that impression for her if she wasn’t willing to do it herself.
Noah wasn't sure what to make of that, but he clung yet again to the knowledge that Darcy wasn't being held somewhere. Why would Sylvia have him kidnapped by a nutjob when she could have asked him to come over and he would have willingly obliged? He would have been none the wiser. No, this didn't sit well. "Bullshit. Sylvia is my friend. She wouldn't be okay with you doing this. I haven't pushed her or anyone around." He shifted, highly uncomfortable as the urine on his jeans cooled in the air.
“How good of a friend have you been lately?” Jason asked, not answering the question of the accusation. He was probably right. Sylvia would be upset he supposed or disappointed since she didn’t seem to get upset, but she’d probably understand too. They asked him to take someone. “Though with all the whining you’re doing, I should have grabbed the girl.” Or gag the guy. That might work too. Jason got up to see if he could find something to cover Noah’s mouth with. It was hard enough to think through the issue of having Noah here without Noah yapping and crying.
Noah wasn't going to answer that question. What business was it of this guy's what kind of friend Noah had been. Sure he'd been shitty for a while when he'd felt abandoned but he thought he'd cleared the air with Sylvia. Maybe this wasn't about him though. When Jason said he should have grabbed Darcy, Noah wondered if that was what Sylvia had intended. No! He refused to believe Sylvia would do that or be okay with any of this. Still the inkling of doubt tugged at his mind. What if being a vampire had changed her in ways Noah couldn't comprehend. He simply glared at Jason, tears still pooling in his eyes but he didn't let them fall. His eyes felt like they were going to swell shut and he didn't even care. "Why don't you just do whatever you're going to do to me and get it over with?"
“I already told you,” Jason said from across the room as he dug out an old rag from his tools. “I don’t want to do anything to you. I’m just here to stir up some chaos. You aren’t a girl. If I’d grabbed your girlfriend Anne Marie might want something with her, but I don’t think she was on the list.” Not that it mattered. He would have had more fun with the girl. At least then the crying would have been understandable.
"So you stirred it up. You scared my girlfriend. My friend's going to be mad at you. My face is half broken and you got me to pee my pants like a little girl. Why not just let me go?" he reasoned. He wondered who Anne Marie was and what she had to do with any of this.
Jason stared a Noah like he was a moron. “And what? Have you gather an army and come after us? No. Not happening. I took you, I keep you, crying and peeing your pants and little girl whining and all.” He moved in closer with the gag, ready to shove it between Noah’s teeth to shut him up.
"Gather what army? Like I said, I don't have family and you're telling me the only friend I have in the world is on your side. What could I possibly do to hurt you?" Noah was trying to bargain but when the guy moved toward him he backed away, scooting as far as he could along the floor. He thought about reminding Jason that he'd said he'd rather have caught a girl but now he was complaining about Noah acting like one. But he kept his mouth shut. His best way to get out of this was to be diplomatic, right?
“Like if you showed up and said someone kidnapped you no one would come running? I think not. I’m not stupid! Stop talking me like I am!” Jason was getting angrier, especially with the way Noah was backing away from him, like that would actually do a damn thing.
"I don't think you're stupid. I think you overestimate how much people give a shit about me." He clamped his lips shut then and shivered. The wet front of his pants was downright freezing now. He was so uncomfortable he half wished Jason would just knock him out again.
“That’s probably true. Bet your girlfriend already replaced you.” Probably not, she’d been a bit of a wreck when she ran away, but Noah didn’t need to know that. He lunged forward with the gag trying to shove it into Noah’s face, overpower him to take it.
"As long as she's alive," Noah said quietly. He'd rather Darcy forgot all about him if it meant she never had to experience anything like this or whatever the crazy guy might have done to a girl if he'd grabbed one instead of him. He had almost no fight left in him so when Jason moved toward him there was little Noah could do. He'd already scooted as far away as he could.
“That’s what’s going to get you killed. No sense of self preservation. What is she to you anyway?” Jason asked, but didn’t give Noah a chance to answer, shoving the dirty rag into his mouth to gag him. It’d be better if he shut up anyway.
What was Darcy to him? She was the girl he loved and wanted to be with but he wasn't going to explain that to this guy. Not that he had the chance. The pressure of the gag being shoved into his mouth was enough to make his nose throb with sudden, excruciating pain. He cried out against the gag and fresh tears fell. This time purely from pain. He kept his eyes closed as he began shivering from the freezing cold wetness of his pants.
“Only babies cry,” Jason said, tying the gag in place. He stood back to look at his handiwork then went back for the dirty blanket and tossed that over Noah as well. “Only babies.”