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((Got bored while I waited for grandma to get off my computer and typed this up on my phone. Reply, ignore it, whatever. *shrugshrug*)) ---- There was a lot of blood. This was the first thing that passed through his mind as he slowly woke from the black void of unconsciousness. The second thought was pain. Everywhere. His entire body ached as if he overused his muscles, there was an undertone of slowly fading stings, most likely the result of several small cuts scattered across his body. How did he end up like this? Where was he? He forced his foggy brain to remember just how he had ended up in the sorry state he was in. Slowly he sat up, groaning as the pain increased with movement, a sharp, throbbing ache settled in at the back of his skull--he must have hit his head when he landed on the ground. His hands gripped his head as he tried, again, to remember. It was to no avail. He surveyed his surroundings. It was dusk, or maybe dawn--it was hard to tell through the looming, rundown skyscrapers that surrounded him. Dead bodies scattered the ground, piled waist-high in some places. That's when his brain registered the stench. The sour, pungent smell of decay. The flesh on all of the cadavers were rotting, falling off in some places to exposed blackened bone underneath. And there was so much blood. How much of it was his, he didn't know. The crimson puddles that covered the ground, and even the concrete of the skyscrapers, there was too much for it to have come from one person. Something in the back of his mind clicked, and he began looking over himself for bite marks. He couldn't get bit; he couldn't turn into one of those things. Zombies. It all came back to him. Carson gripped his head and doubled over in pain as the memories came flooding back. He had gotten seperated from Bishop. In his search for the demon he had come across more zombies than he had ever had to deal with before. If it wasn't for his super strength he would have... No. He wouldn't even consider it. He was alive. Now he just needed to find Bishop. How long had he been unconscious? Had Bishop moved on and left Carson behind? No, he wouldn't do that. Keeping that thought in mind, Carson stood--his legs weak and wobbly from overuse and having been passed out. He summoned his katana, sheathed, and though he hated the thought of possibly damaging his beloved weapon, he used it as a crutch-like cane and slowly began moving through the city. | |
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-- Listen up, listen up, there's a devil in the church; got a bullet in the chamber, and this is gonna hurt.
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Bishop tilted his body, wind ruffling the feathers of his wings as he wheeled high above the earth. His glowing red eyes scanned the ground for him, his boyfriend. Each flicker of the eyes to the left or right scanned for Ren. His hair whipped around him as he slowed, hovering in the air for a few beats of his massive vulture-like wings.
A sigh heaved from his lungs before he was forced to turn, tail spade flaring out further to catch the wind as he wheeled. His wings caught thermals and he was lifted up further. "REEEEN!!!" His dual-toned, possessed-sounding voice screamed hoarsely for the hundredth time. His body ached, he had been airborne for nearly eight hours straight. He hadn't slept since him and Ren, or Carson as he went by in this hellhole, had been seperated. He had been hunting, searching, hoping he wouldn't find him dead, or worse, bitten.
He landed on a building roughly, knees giving out as his body hit the night-chilled concrete. He rolled from the momentum of the landing The sun was rising, another fruitless night. Another night that he had to go back, worrying that he'd never see Ren again. He lay, body throbbing as he stared up at the fading darkness. "Ren..." his voice was giving out, his futile screams to the empty night only echoing back the deathly silence.
He fought his way to his feet, body shaking with exhaustion as he stumbled to the edge of the skyscraper. His wings spread and he fell forward gliding on the heavy air to the ground. Another rough landing. his body collapsed beneath him, but he couldn't stop yet. He had to find him. He was on his feet again, stubbornly forcing his weary muscles to work. They screamed at him in protest, but he ignored them. It had been three days since they had been seperated. His heart ached moreso than his body, a deep wory and a nagging pain having set in at the thought of losing Ren. Again. He staggered forward before his determination forced new energy into his muscles.
Sunrise found the pitch-skinned demon walking up and down city blocks.The grey tones of morning light had given way to warm hues of the golden sun. Light now slipped through the towering grey buildings, bathing the occasional grungey window in muted oranges and yellows. He leaned on a bloodied wall, dead zombies lay in heaps everywhere. Some had been riddled with bullet holes while others lay with limbs shorn from their rotting bodies. The smell of death hung like a thick curtain in the air and flies buzzed about. Bishop's eerie red eyes scanned the decaying corpses, looking for what he feared most. A sigh of relief ripped itself from his throat, there was no Ren amongst the bodies.
His head turned away from the sight and found himself staring at a set of bloodied foot prints leading away. "REEEN!" He forced his body to run, tripping over limbs and corpses. "REN! WHERE ARE YOU?" He stumbled again, his body weak from lack of sleep and basic nutrition. He was becoming dehydrated, and it showed. Even with his jet-black skin, dark circles showed beneath his eyes and the glow had continued to dull. His foot connected with something solid and he fell flat on his face. A hollow groan built in his throat as he stood. Finding his way to a wall, he slumped against it in defeat. His head hung and a gentle choking sound started to become audible. His breathing was ragged, and though the strangled sobs of frustration ripped themselves from his throat, no tears rolled down the demon's cheeks. He was losing hope. A last strangled cry, half sounding like a wounded animal, broke the silence of the desolate city. "REEEEEN!" | |
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((Got bad writers block with this one, sorry.)) So it was dawn. The sun was rising in the sky, orange streaks beaming down and warming his chilled skin. His bloody, bruised skin. A sarcastic, possibly hysterical, laugh bubbled up from his throat. Who would have known that Bishop's, Drex's, less-than-gentle love would have been useful in the end? Carson's pain tolerance was significantly higher; he didn't even feel the bruises anymore. His head lolled back, resting on the building he was propped up against, as he allowed his muscles even a moment of rest. Walking was difficult, he hadn't made it far from where he had awoken--Carson suspected his ankle was sprained. He was thankful that there were no undead after him, he wasn't sure he could fend them off in the state he was in. Groaning, he stood, bracing against the building to steady himself. He had to keep moving; he had to find Drex. His legs protested again, threatening to buckle beneath his slight weight. Even if it wasn't for Drex, Carson couldn't stay in one place for too long; he wouldn't want to attract zombies. The sound of metal against concrete sounded as he dragged his katana along the ground, attempting to walk. The city was eerily quiet, a blessing in disguise because otherwise, he wouldn't have heard it. His name being called. Was it a hallucination? Was he hearing things? No, he distinctly heard the sound of someone shouting his name. This brought hope to the brunette and he turned, newfound energy surging through him with the adrenaline rush. Willing his legs to move, he hurried towards the source of the sound. "Drex?! Drex!" His voice was hoarse from having yelled while he fought the zombies, and it hurt to speak, but he ignored the sting and shouted as loud as he possibly could. He heard his own voice echo off the tall concrete jungle and return to his ears, but he didn't wait for a reply. He ran. He forced himself to ignore the pain in his ankle, which was difficult but not impossible, and he ran towards the source of the voice. "Drex!" And while he ran, he prayed to a God he didn't really believe in that his mind wasn't playing tricks on him. | |
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-- Listen up, listen up, there's a devil in the church; got a bullet in the chamber, and this is gonna hurt.
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Drex's skin had faded to the dull, almost lifeless grey tone that it usually was. His red eyes had lost the telltale glow that Koli was possessing him and were downcast at the cold unforgiving concrete. His eyes flickered in the direction the bloodied footprints had headed and were slowly fading away. Even in this hell, songbirds had started to wake, chirping a greeting to the rising sun. The corner of his mouth pulled to one side. He forced his body to stand, weary limbs shaking as he forced himself to continue. He stumbled as he took the first step, then slowly pushed his body forward. His hand rested on a wall to steady him. Even his determination only embued so much energy. His mind was fogging over, delirious from the lack of sleep and food, He was barely hydrated, having only stopped to care for himself enough to keep going. An echo, a voice. He heard it and his head snapped up. Not just a voice, one that was calling his name. "Reeen!" He called out as life flood through his veins. He surged forward, breaking into a run. "Ren!" His voice cracked, hoarse from screaming. He saw him, and forced his body forward. Worry reflected in his eyes. "Ren!" His eyes lit up as he drew closer. He had found him. He nearly tackled his lover, but neither of them were in a condition for it. So instead, he settled for an, albeit, enthusiastic hug. His arms wrapped around the shorter male's frame as he attempted to draw the brunette closer to him. | |
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Ren's eyes widened as he saw Drex, a sob of pure joy bubbling up his throat and escaping his tired, chapped lips. And then Drex was around him, holding him, and for a brief instant he felt as if everything was okay in the world. He clung desperately to the demon, hands fisted in the back of his bomber jacket, face buried in the crook of his neck. He was sure he was smearing blood over the jacket from his face and bloody clothes, but he didn't give a damn. He didn’t care that his face was bloody and his hair was matted and dried with it, sticking to his face in random places, he was just happy to see Drex again. That was the best thing he could ask for. "Drex..." He croaked out, voice cracking from overuse and a dry throat. His tired arms tightened around his lover, as if he never wanted to let go again. He shifted, taking his weight off of his ankle, which was now screaming in pain, sharp stabbing sensations shooting from his ankle up his leg to his knee. A groan sounded as he removed most of his weight from the ankle, half in relief and half in pain from just shifting that leg, but he didn't care. "I thought I'd never see you again, Drex," he confessed, body starting to ache tremendously with the loss of adrenaline and determination. His entire body hurt--and not in the pleasant, moan-worthy way he was used to. He didn't like it. "Let's get inside?" He asked, his voice near the breaking point, he almost lost it from screaming too much. | |
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-- Listen up, listen up, there's a devil in the church; got a bullet in the chamber, and this is gonna hurt.
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Drex's arms tightened around Ren, not ever wanting to let go. His head bowed, nuzzling Ren's neck. It was as if the demon couldn't get close enough. His body began to wear down, all the strength he had was melting away. He pulled back, looking at Ren. He was sure he looked like hell, but at the moment, Ren was worse. His ankle didn't look good. He smiled,eyes lighting up in a way only Ren would ever see as he leaned forward, resting his forehead against the shorter man's. "You don't know how happy I am to see you alive Ren." His nose trailed to nuzzle Ren's neck again, "How often I feared that if I stopped looking for even a moment, I'd be too late." His arms tightened around him as he bent over, a soft look ing his eyes. One that only Ren ever saw. At the mention of getting inside he nodded, "Yeah, we should, but that ankle doesn't look good...You may not like this, but we'd get inside faster if I carried you. And then we can both get some rest." His fingers brushed a fringe of Ren's bangs away as his lips brushed against Ren's temple. "I missed you, so much." | |
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Ren reveled in the affection he was receiving, placing small kisses along Drex's shoulder and neck. The brunette's eyes fluttered closed as Drex pressed their foreheads together, but not before he saw that look in Drex's eyes. The one that warmed him from the inside out. It was shameful, the way he reacted to just a look--turning soft, but it didn't stop him. His arms moved from around Drex's ribs, hands trailing up his chest before his arms wound around the demon's neck, fingers twining in the short wisps of hair just before his braids. "I am so sorry, Drex." Ren murmured as he tilted his head, attempting to get a kiss. "I missed you too, God, I was..." He hesitated, voice quieting. "I was so scared." He turned his gaze down, staring at the hollow of Drex's collarbone. At the mention of his ankle, at the reminder, pain flared through his leg fresh and angry and his brows furrowed. "I think I sprained it when I fell while fighting off all those damn zombies." He didn't want to be so weak as to need to be carried, but Drex was right, it would be faster. His voice came out teasing. "Alright, fine, just don't fucking carry me bridal style, 'kay?" He glanced up through his lashes at Drex, a small smirk playing on the corners of his mouth. | |
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-- Listen up, listen up, there's a devil in the church; got a bullet in the chamber, and this is gonna hurt.
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Drex couldn't move, or perhaps he just refused to. He was overjoyed to see Ren alive and for the most part, well. His arms tightened, threatening to crush Ren's ribs, but he couldn't help it. He couldn't help the worry that was ebbing away in slow, calming waves. He couldn't help the fear that had overtaken his every move while he had frantically searched for Ren. It was strange how much Ren had changed him. How ten years ago, the idea of love was a foreign and taboo thing for him. It seemed strange to him that he'd ever not loved Ren. That ten years ago, he'd kidnapped and....his thoughts trailed away. No, he wouldn't think about that time. He only ever regretted a few things in his life. That was one of them. The other was paying too much for information that was better left buried in the past. His head tilted as he leaned in to kiss Ren, lips brushing against Ren's in a soft but needy way. But too soon, he broke away, not wanting to be caught out her in their condition by any amount of the undead. His crossbow was slung over his back in the juction where his wings wouldn't hit it. He sighed, and hated the decision he'd made to bring his wings back in. He bent, a smirk on his face right after Ren mentioned 'no bridal style'. It was a blatant and open invitation to tease the brunette. He swept Ren up, holding him bridal style as he stole another kiss. He shifted his weight, shifting Ren to where he could wrap his legs around Drex's waist. He knew he'd catch hell for even teasing, but it was well worth it. He bent forward, the all too familiar crunching and wet ripping sounds coupled with and excrutiating pain he wasn't sure he'd ever get used to echoing in the deathly still city. He grimaced, teeth gritting as the huge black vulturine wings burst from his back, splattering blood on the pavement. His feet shifted, more crunching sounding from his tail bone as the tail formed. His horns grew, adding more weight to his body. His tail whipped softly as he fought to control the pain to a manageable level. Looking at Ren, he smiled and kissed his temple again, "Ready?" | |
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Ren furrowed his brows into a glare as Drex picked him up bridal style, and opened his mouth to complain. Before the words could come out Drex was shifting him so that he was sitting upright, legs wrapped around his waist. He kept his glare, even though it was fake, as he wrapped his arms around Drex's neck. "I hate you, you son of a bitch." Ren's words were lighthearted, obviously teasing and untrue, a smile playing on the corners of his mouth. He was so incredibly happy to see Drex, he was worried that he would have left, still searching for Ren, but going the wrong way. He placed tired kisses along Drex's jaw, teeth scraping against his skin every so often in a mock bite, meant as nothing more than playful affection. He winced as Drex's wings and tail formed, knowing too well the pain that came with it, and tightened his grip around his demonic lover. "Are you sure you can fly?" He asked once the sound of bones crunching faded, his head rested against his arm and his nose barely brushing along Drex's jaw. He was just so tired. Relief had washed over his entire body when Drex had picked him up, taking weight off of his sore, strained muscles. He felt bad for making the demon carry him, he was just as exhausted, if not more, than Ren himself was. He was busy eying the enticing juncture where Drex's jaw turned to his throat when he caught movement out of his peripherals. He looked, and dread filled his face and paled his skin. "We need to go. Now." His grip tightened and he gestured with a tilt of his head to the large group of zombies in the distance, steadily limping towards them. | |
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-- Listen up, listen up, there's a devil in the church; got a bullet in the chamber, and this is gonna hurt.
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