Stockholm Syndrome

Wrong

Derp was staring down at me. How could he even see straight with eyes like that? He blinked and I saw an emotion in them I hadn't seen until now. Concern...and...affection? "W-why did you do that? Why did you stab me?" He sighed and looked away. "The Master injected pain into me. It made me want to kill. And I was angry at you because the Sky Eyes wasn't calming mind." I stared at him. "None of that made any sense to me." He whipped round and I flinched away at the anger and hurt burning intensely in his eyes. "My mind is broken Ian! Nothing makes sense anymore..." His eyes filled with tears and he bowed his head. I'd forgotten how bipolar he was. "I-I'm sorry. But I don't know who or what Sky Eyes is." Derp frowned. "B-but, I told you. You have eyes like the sky...when mind burns, I think of you and it all stops." I blinked. "When you kissed me before...why did you say 'Rose warned me'?." He grit his teeth. "I'm not supposed to be near you. But I have to. I can't stay away." I swallowed hard. "Um, Derp?" He focused his crooked gaze on me. "Yes?" I took a deep breath. "I just want to let you know, that I'm straight." He frowned. "What?" I internally facepalmed. Of course he wouldn't know what that meant. "Basically, I like women." He blinked. "Like Rose-m-a-r-y?" I nodded, thinking it weird how he spelt out her name like that. He nodded too, still staring at me. It should've made me feel awkward, but I found myself staring back. I noticed a jagged scar on his right side that I hadn't seen before now; it led from his forehead to his cheekbone, tracing over his closed eyelid. When he blinked, it crinkled slightly before becoming smooth again. I wondered how he'd got it. I also wondered how I'd managed to see that, from the distance we were sitting apart, but then I realised that while I'd been staring at him, he'd moved closer to me. Now, he rested his forehead against mine, gazing into my eyes.

I saw his wild, icy ones meet my 'sky eyes', like the skyline on the polar ice was colliding with the land. He rested his hand against the side of my face like he had before. His face was millimetres away from mine now. My breathing had quickened and my heart was pounding overwhelmingly fast. Then, his lips were on mine, and even though he'd hurt me, even though he'd violated me, and even though I'd told him I was straight...I let him kiss me. I felt my body relax into it; it felt so wrong...but strangely right at the same time. Derp was kissing me harder now, not like before when he had stabbed me, but with boundaries. I realised something. He was giving me a choice. I could pull away and end a relationship before it started, or I could let him take it further, and accept the fact that I'd been wrong about my sexuality. The truth was, I wanted him to take it further, wanted to have his bitter taste in my mouth again, his scent intoxicating my mind. I wanted what I couldn't have before. I made my decision. My reasoning? I had none. I slipped my arms round his neck and kissed him back, my stomach churning from indecision and fear of what trap I may have just fallen into. I let him move past my lips, shivers crawling up my spine as he explored my mouth. Why was I letting this happen? It felt so wrong. He moved so he was lying on top of me, kissing me harder. I felt the dominance and aggression that I'd felt before, that I hadn't realised until now I'd been craving since then. I wanted this though. Some sick, twisted part of me got raw pleasure from this. I felt his heart pounding on mine, his hot breath on my face as he exhaled hard through his nose. Even though he was meant to be the insane one, I felt like I was the crazy person at this point. Funny how that works. He drew away and my head spun as I breathed in deeply through my nose, staring into his icy eyes, soft with affection. "Ian?" "Y-yes Derp?" "You like people like Rose?" "Yeah." "Just them?" I sat up, cupping his face in my hands and resting my forehead against his. "Not just them...I-I like you too." Then my lips collided with his and I was lost in a frenzy of passion and love.
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I was alone in the lab, thankfully. The Professor had disappeared off to his study. Ever since the incident with the serum the other day when Derp went haywire, he's been all I can think about. My curiosity has been piqued and my hunger for knowledge is eating my mind alive. I have to know more about him. What dark, despicable secrets has Randel been keeping from me concerning his failure of an experiment? Almost as if my prayers have been answered, I hear Rosemary's voice whispering to me urgently. "Max! Max! Are you there?" I approach the door and open it wide, revealing Rosemary's fine figure standing in the doorway. Her dark, reddish ginger hair curls round her shoulders, her pale skin and freckles seemingly glowing in the harsh lab lighting. Her green eyes find mine and she grabs my hand. "Max, come with me. I need to show you something. I'm not sure if I can keep this secret any longer." I blink. "Uh, well, if it's something personal, I'm not sure if I'm the right person-" "It's very personal. But not to me. To someone else." I frown. "SSundee?" She rolls her eyes. "Try again." My eyes widen as realisation kicks in. "You got the files on Derp-?!" "Shhh!" She presses her slender finger to my lips, pursing hers before nodding. "Yes. Now follow me and keep quiet, cus we're gonna have to go past Randel's study." I nod and follow her out the door and into the shadowy corridor, past Randel's study. The door is shut and through the grimy window I can see his tall person hunched over his desk, his brow furrowed and eyes narrowed as he scribbles furiously on a piece of paper with a fountain pen. Rosemary tugs me along a bit more urgently and I speed up.