As they reached the cell Brendon would most likely stay the rest of his life in, the boy began to shake harder. He wasn't trying to get away, his anxiety was just much clearer. As Dallon pulled out the key Brendon waited obediently. He watched the metal glisten in the bright prison lights. When the officer got the door unlocked he motioned for the boy to go in. He sits down on "the bed" to keep himself from passing out. In, out, in, out he kept reminding himself.
Dallon glared at the trembling boy. He's acting innocent to fool me, all of these people are monsters Dallon! Brendon whimpered when he looked up to see his officer glaring at him. "Y-you know t-that's all people have d-done lately" the shaking boy whimpers. Dallon makes a confused face to which Brendon sighs. "P-people only glare at me n-now. Even p-people I don't k-know and now y-you. W-why's everyone s-so mad at m-me?" He stutters quietly. The officer feels his blood boiling, this kid really thought he did nothing! "You killed five people you little brat, most people don't see that as a good thing" Dallon huffs. Brendon just looses it. Right there, on the bed, Dallon watching the whole time.
Somehow his shaking gets harder and his vision is becoming dotted. "I didn't do it! I didn't do it! I'm not a monster. No, no, no! This is just a dream, wake up Brendon!" His breathing starts to become uneven and that's Dallon's Que. to come in. "Hey, hey kid calm down. You're going to be alright, everything's going to be alright. Listen to me, in, out, in, out...." Dallon keeps repeating in out until the boy's breathing pattern returns to normal. Dallon's starting to think they really did have the wrong kid.
"S-sorry" Brendon mumbles almost inaudibly. "I would be scared as hell too, it's alright bud." Dallon sighs. He's letting his guard down for this kid but it just feels right. "Thanks, I-I know you already k-know this but I'm B-Brendon Urie." The officer smiles at his response "Dallon Weekes" Dallon says, holding out his hand for Brendon to shake.
The young boys hand slips into the officers giant one. Brendon blushes as he feels a wave of electricity run through his body from the touch. "C-can I tell you something?" The younger whispers. Dallon nods, the kid really doesn't seem like he could even be capable of killing a mosquito. "Wow, no one's l-listened yet." Brendon starts, the tinge of pink returning to his cheeks. "You're probably not going to believe me but I didn't do this. I don't care that I'm here, I just don't want to feel like this. P-people died, more could be dying right now." His eyes were filling rapidly with tears. "I believe you, I can't believe I'm saying this but I believe you." Dallon sighs. Brendon's head shoots up "really?! Thank you sir, thank you thank you thank you!"
The boy hugs Dallon and the officer can't help but blush a little. No one had really hugged him like this in a while. It made the memory Dallon had this morning seem so distant. He liked Brendon, more than he'd like to admit. "We'll find them, I promise."Brendon is going through a torture Dallon knows too well. Mental things like this were basically his life specialty.
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Brendon started getting tired around nine. The two had spent the whole day talking to each other which they both enjoyed. "May I sleep now, sir?" Brendon asks politely. "Sure bud, you can just call me Dallon though" the officer says. He was starting to get tired but his shift wasn't over for a day or so. "Okay, g'night... Dallon." Brendon liked the way that rolled off his tongue.
A few minutes later Dallon heard soft snores escaping from the boys plump lips, his lips, no shut up Dallon! Why did he trust this kid more than anyone he'd ever met. Maybe it was because he spent a solid half an hour talking about how much he liked music or how much he loved his dogs. Maybe it was the fact he was practically bouncing off the walls once he got comfortable with Dallon, despite the fact that he was in prison. This boy is innocent, still a child. But how's Dallon going to get anyone else to believe that?
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Alright yo homies!
This one is also shorter than I would like it to be so I apologize. I'm getting to bring my chrome book home on Monday so that's much easier to type on than an IPad.
Can we take a sec though because, where the heck did train go? You know the band that wrote hey soul sister and drive by? Are they following in the steps of Jon walker and falling off the face of the earth? Seriously if you guys know, tell me!
Also, Dallon Weekes is a god, let's be real, he's the god. If you don't like Dallon then why the hell are you reading this?
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Orange is not your color (Brallon) (Complete)
Fanfiction"I didn't do it! I never would even think of that! Please let me go!" Brendon pleaded with the judge. He's scared, alone, and most definitely in jail, that is u tie he meets Dallon.
