Stockholm Syndrome

Blame

I stared at Derp in disbelief. Ian was unconscious in the chair behind him, tied up, gory wounds carved into his shoulder and leg. My stomach convulsed when I realised the white I could see on his neck wasn't his collar, it was his collarbone. Derp stared back at me, crooked eyes wild with anger and fear. "I-it wasn't me! It was the Master! I swear!" I frowned. "There's blood on your hands Derp." Tears of anguish ran down his face. "N-no! I would never-" "W-what happened here?" Rose had appeared in the doorway behind me. Derp stepped back, sobs making his shoulder's shake. "N-no, i-it wasn't me! Please, believe me!" He lowered his head, crying silently. "I-I love him. I would never do anything to hurt him. Never again..." Rose stepped down the stairs and went to him, laying a hand on his trembling shoulder. "It's ok Derp. We believe you." He didn't react. I held my breath against the disgusting stench of fresh blood and went to Ian, bending down and trying to untie his hands. "Derp, did you tie these? Cus I can't-undo-them." I tugged on the ropes, punctuating my words as I did so. He nodded and got down beside me. He had a muscular build, and I knew he was very tall. Tall enough that when he was on his knees his head came up to my waist. Ian was tall though, so Randel tried to make Derp match his height. I shuddered, remembering how he liquified Derp's bones and stretched them.

His screams of agony... I couldn't take it. I stood up and backed away into the cold shadows. I remembered how he was blinded for a week, unable to cry in pain because it would make his eyes bleed. My stomach clenched. Rose looked at me curiously and I shook my head, not trusting my twisting insides to withhold the vomit if I tried to speak. Derp finished untying Ian's limp body and scooped him up into his arms, his tearful crooked eyes emotionless and empty as he regarded us blankly. "Where do we take him?" Rose frowned. "Can't go to The Lab as Randel will be there-" Derp flinched at the mention of The Lab, ",soo, we could go to my room?" I shook my head, pushing my gruesome memories away for the time being. "N-no. Come to my room. I have enough room for all of us and bandages." Rosemary looked at me. "Why do you have bandages?" I looked down, unable to meet Derp's gaze. "Uh, sometimes I used to cut myself on the...knives." When I looked up again Derp hadn't reacted, but I thought I glimpsed a flash of anger pass through his crooked eyes before they went back to Ian's pale face, filling with sadness and anxiety for him. "Let's go then." I remembered Randel cutting open his throat, changing his vocal cords. Remembered seeing his eyes snap open, blood spraying everywhere as he bolted upright, screaming soundlessly as the scalpel stabbed into his throat. I shivered, following Rose and Derp meekly out of the cell and leading the way to my room, Rose shutting the door behind us so Randel wouldn't suspect.
***
It was all black. I felt movement. My head rocking back and forth. Heard whispered voices. Rosemary's voice, and someone else I didn't know. I felt someone's heartbeat pounding through me, said person holding me tightly, warm kisses on my forehead. What was happening?! The last thing I remembered was Derp's desperate eyes staring at me, tears running down his face as my heart and body burned. Then I must've passed out. It was quiet and dark in my mind; my body warm and content, suspended in a sleepy stage of consciousness. I forced my eyes open a crack. Bright lights pierced my mind and I shut them. I was placed down on something soft and the person's warmth left me. "Rose?" That was Derp's voice! He must've been carrying me. "Yes Derp?" "I-is he gonna be ok?" Someone sighed. "It can't be guaranteed Derp." That was the stranger's voice. So tired. And comfortable. Maybe I could just sleep a little longer. Then something sharp jabbed into my good shoulder and adrenaline and energy crashed into my sleepy mind, waking me up instantly. Someone's forehead was on mine, their hands on my shoulders.

"He's not waking up!" "Derp, don't panic. Say something to him, he's probably more conscious than you think." I felt Derp's lips brush mine, sending sparks through me. "Sky Eyes...Please come back to me..." My eyes opened slowly, at first just a crack, then wide enough to see a pair of crooked eyes gazing at me fearfully. My eyes opened fully and I blinked slowly. I tried to speak, but all that came out was a cracking noise, like my throat had been crumpled up like paper. I saw someone standing behind Derp. He had dark blonde hair and brown eyes, a pair of glasses perched on his nose. He smiled a little at me. I tried to smile back, but my mouth wouldn't cooperate with me. So tired; everything ached. Derp kissed my lips softly and smiled at me. "You came back." I swallowed with difficulty and nodded, crying out as my neck cracked, my collar bone splintering as I moved. Derp's eyes widened. "Ian?!" He looked down and I saw him panic. "R-Rose! He's bleeding!" Rosemary appeared, a damp cloth in her hand, her green eyes soft.

She looked at me in sympathy before dampening the cloth and holding it against it. She had wavy ginger hair and startlingly green eyes staring out of a pretty heart shaped face. I focused on her eyes rather than the blinding pain in my limbs. She sighed. "So, I guess you met Derp SSundee then, huh?"

I felt the cool water seep into the wound. The stranger appeared on my other side as Derp backed off, his eyes never leaving mine. I felt the cold rim of a glass rest against my lips as it was tipped back. Ice cold water trickled down my parched throat. "My name is Max by the way, SSundee." He moved the glass away as Rose started cleaning the grisly wound in my leg with disinfectant. I grit my teeth as it stung. "C-call me Ian." Max blinked. "Not Sky Eyes then, huh?" Derp growled loudly and Rose flashed a warning look at Max. He looked at Derp who was glaring at him, his crooked eyes turning crimson. "I-I was kidding!" My eyes met Derp's and I tried to shake my head, wincing as my bones cracked and popped sickeningly. He growled again, but withdrew, bowing his head. Max swallowed shakily and backed off. Rose sighed and looked at me. "I think it would be best if I put you out again." Derp lifted his head and I felt a weird tug inside of me. I wanted him so badly. He blinked and I saw the same lust in his eyes. Then I felt a prick in my arm and my vision slowly turned black. "Get some rest Ian. You'll need it." Then I was out.
***
Sky Eyes is asleep. Rose stands beside him, gradually stitching and cleaning his wounds. I'm angry at The Master. He hurts everyone I care about. He hurt Sky Eyes. Nearly took him away from me forever. I can't lose him; he's mine. Max is looking at me. I scared him earlier, but that's good. I had to tell him to stay away from my Ian. He meant it as a joke, but I didn't find it funny. I don't find many things funny now. I used to. Used to laugh at screams and blood. Now I cry. Cry at how much it hurts inside when the memories come back. The knives. The needles. The blindness and permanent insecurity and terror. The dark that hurt, the blood tears. I remember it all so clearly. I grind my teeth, eyes stinging. I want Sky Eyes. Want to hold him and kiss him, tell him it's ok, that I will never leave him in the dark alone again. That I'll keep him safe from The Master and the knives. I want to tell him how I feel about him. That I love him. Love. I didn't remember it until I saw Ian dying. Felt something inside. Knew that I'd die if I lost him. That I'd lose my mind. I was about to lose it before I had to bring him here. Had to trap him in the dark. I could never do that again now. He trusts me now. Rose is stepping away from him. "He'll wake up soon. But Derp, you've gotta be careful with him for a few days, ok?" I nod and hear Max snort. I scowl at him as does Rose. "Something funny Max?" He looks up. "No, nothing." I know why he's laughing. He thinks that I'm a monster, that I'll hurt Ian. I snarl. "I wouldn't hurt him." Max looks at me, his brown eyes cold. "Ok then." Rose doesn't look angry, she looks curious. "Derp, are you taking Ian back with you?" I nod and go over to the bed, picking him up gently and straightening up with his limp body in my arms. It's ok this time though, he's going to get better. "Thankyou Rose." She smiles tiredly and nods. I carry him out the room.
***
The door shuts and I turn on Max. "What is your problem? I thought you were different." He looks at me, obviously confused. "What are you talking about?" I frown. "You snorted when I told Derp to be careful. You don't trust him." His eyes widen. "No! That wasn't me!" I blink. "What?" He sighs and looks at the ground. "I-I have the same thing Derp does Rose. Only mine is genetic. I have MPD. I didn't want to tell you because I thought that if you knew, you wouldn't...like me as much." I step closer to him. "Really?" He looks up. "Yes Rosemary. Really. I've hated it all my life. Well, for as long as I can remember anyway." I cup his face in my hands and rest my forehead against his. "Max, I have looked after Derp SSundee for years. I would still...feel the same way about you whether you had Multiple Personality Disorder or not." He smiles at me. "Really?" I push his glasses up and kiss his nose, blushing as he did. "Yes."

(A/N: Great! Another character with MPD! Join the club! XD Hope you dudes are enjoying so far, cus stuff is about to get intense ;) #GetHype #Maxemary :3)