The Coder

Chapter 9 - Back to step 1

HIYA!!! I'm just gonna leave this here with you :3 ........ *whispers* enjoy! XOXO- Sparkle! Ps. Song, "the Phoenix, nightcore version," Originally by Fall out boy!

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Eddie's POV

I was broken from my thoughts when Waylon and I heard a loud, splintering crack coming from the hallway. So much for a relaxing evening. I was heading towards the door when I felt a hand grab a firm hold of my shoulder. I look back to see Waylon looking stern and his eyes flickering in the darkness.

"Eddie, I'm going first. I'm not gonna let you get yourself hurt." I looked down at him and gave a heavy sigh. This was how it always was and is going to be. I'm the one that needed protected. Well then, fine. But that won't stop me from helping him when he is in trouble.

Waylon took a step in front of me and slowly opened the door. His hands shone like stars and the popping of electricity could be heard. It truly was magnificent! I can't think that now though, I need to stay sharp. Slowly we made our way down the hall making sure not to make any noise. For once I could actually see down the halls from the glow that seemed to emanate from Waylon. Up ahead of us we could see where the sound was coming from, and to say the truth, I didn't want to know.

Just in front of us was two large and muscular figures that were Bare. Ass. Naked. OH FOR FUCKS SAKE! Why do they have to be naked?! The two figures seemed to be trying to beak through a door leading to our bathrooms. great. just great. The twins want into our bathroom and don't even have the decency to knock.

Waylon stepped forward and shouted at them. "What they hell do you think you're doing?" Both of the twins both looked back at us in sync. From in front of them I could faintly see a man that was slightly taller than Waylon with dark brown hair and a fashionable leather jacket.... what? Of course I noticed what he was wearing! I got a passion for fashion! (I am sooo sorry readers XD)

I leaned over to Waylon and whispered, "There is a man in there. Should be save him and our oh so beloved bathroom door?" I gave a sarcastic smirk. He looked back at me with a sadistic smile (that sort of scared me) and said, "Why don't we show these fellas a good time?"

"Look brother."

"Yes, I see. Do you think the little one will be a threat?"

"No no. He will be easy to take out."

"What about the big one?"

"He might put up a fight."

"Then we might as well make it fun."

Both the twins came running at us with their weapons drawn. I started to pulled Waylon away to try and protect him, but he pushed me behind him once again and charged at the twins. For gods sake! I came running up beside him to take on the one of the twins so that we could both hopefully come out unhurt. Right off the bat Waylon had managed to get a hold of one of the twins throat after jumping onto them, causing electrical currants to course through out his entire body. I on the other hand was punch right in the face. The twin used all his strength to push me to ground, ready to take the final blow with his knife to my stomach.

Before he could even skim my skin with the blade, Waylon had grabbed him by the back of the neck electrocuting him with so much power that I could smell the heat running through him and smell his flesh cooking under Waylon's hands.

"That will teach them to touch something that's mine." Waylon sputtered out. I looked up at Waylon in shock, only to see that same lost and angry look as before he had regained his sanity. I was losing him again... Why the hell was I losing him again! He shoved the dead body off of me and grabbed my hand to help me up, all the while never taking his empty eyes off me.

Taking a deep breath I said loudly, "You okay in there? You're safe now." I slowly open the wooden door to see the man had hidden in one of the stalls. I walked closer to the only closed stall and knocked on the door. "It's alright, their gone now." Slowly they door creaked open and a hazel eye poked out from behind the door.

"You're not going to hurt me?" His voice was low and shaky, just as it should be after an experience like that. I gave him an exasperated smirk and chuckled out, "If we were going to hurt you, why would we waste our personal time saving you?" As it seemed the man inside the stall was calming down I felt a warm hand on my arm.

"Come on Eddie. Leave him. He might calm down then when he is alone." It seems Waylon was beginning to recover from what dark spot he had retreated into and was beginning to make sense again. He was right, we might just be scaring him even more. It might be better if we leave the man to calm down on his own and get to safety then.

"Wait! D-don't go... I-I don't want to be left alone. I don't want to be left in danger!" It was apparent the man was sobbing now and I could see from the crack of the stall door that he was shaking. Waylon seem to soften a bit at the man reaction and walked towards the door. He rested his head against the door and put his hands against it, trying to get close enough so that the man inside new we were trying to be comforting.

"Alright then, bud. If you want us to take you somewhere safe, you need to come out of there. We'll be here to protect you when you get scared, okay? You just need to be brave enough to come out and face us." The entire time Waylon was talking he spoke in a soft, motherly tone trying to comfort and ease this man's fears. Soon after the sobbing had stopped and the door slowly opened to show the man inside. He had pale skin and dark circles under his eyes. His dark brown hair was matted to hell and back and he was a lot taller than I first thought. He was only a few inches shorter than me. His eyes were still red from crying and his faced was stained in blood and tears.

He gave out a shaky breath and took a step closer to us, still unsure if we were to be trusted. The sight seemed so... so sad. He seemed so broken and scared. Waylon took a step closer to him and gave him a warm smile.

"There ya go. It's going to be okay from now on, alright?" Waylon pulled him into a tight embrace, one that was gladly returned. I smiled down at both at them and joined them in their hug. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

"What's your name?" I asked him in a sweet (as could be) voice.

"M-Miles. Miles U-Upshur.