Echos - Take
"I never fucking said shit about you going through my things." Tyler hisses, and Craig feels panic take everything. "I-I wa-was j-just lo-looking." Craig gulps, and Tyler's lips pull into a snarl. "Through my things? My closed drawer?" Tyler hisses, and Craig holds back a whimper as the tallers fingernails dig into his shoulders. "T-Ty, pl-please. Le-Let's t-talk." Craig stutters, but he can see anger and fire swirling in Tyler's eyes.
Tyler shoves himself off the ground, punching the wall so hard it leaves a dent. "Ty-" "Out!! GET OUT!" Tyler barks, and Craig flinches but doesn't budge. "Tyler, please. Just calm down." Tyler punches the wall again before sighing and dropping himself onto the bed. "Is that why you're like this?" Craig asks softly, and Tyler rubs his face. "Like what? Like me? Like this crazy asshole who everyone hates?" Tyler sighs, wiping his face. "Why you don't let anyone in." Craig says softly, and Tyler huffs.
"I was fourteen. I was fourteen and I saw my dad kill my mother after beating us for five years. The police couldn't arrest him for lack of fucking evidence. I had to live with a murderer for an entire year until I got the balls to run the fuck away from that hell hole. I had to wake up every fucking morning and look at the person who beat me and killed my mother. And that turned me into what you see here." Tyler huffs, running a nervous hand in his hair. "Hey, hey. It's okay." Craig says softly, sitting next to Tyler and resting a hand on his knee. "Don't worry, everyone has a past. Yours is just.. yours is just really scary." Craig whispers, gripping Tyler's hand. Tyler stiffens at the affection, mentally wincing at the kind gestures his mother would use. "You can tell me, y'know? I understand you barely know me and honestly, you've almost killed me twice now, but you can tell me." Craig smiles softly, placing his free hand on Tyler's shoulder.
Tyler shrugs Craig's hand off and stands up, moving to lean on the wall facing Craig. "Don't touch me." Tyler says bluntly, his jaw straight and eyes steely. "Tyler.." Craig sighs, and Tyler hisses. "Don't. Don't even try." He insists, but Craig stands up anyways. "I want to help, that's all." Craig mutters, slowly walking closer to Tyler. "If you want to help leave me the fuck alone and learn how to pick a lock!" Tyler snaps, leaving the room and slamming the door shut.
Craig stands alone, rubbing his face and tugging at his hair. This was so fucked up and it was just all over the place. Craig walks over to the door and opens it only to be greeted by Evan, who's eyebrow is half way up his forehead. "What did you do?" He asks, and Craig gulps. "I was looking around.." He sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. "And?" Evan asks irritably, crossing his arms over his chest firmly. "I found stuff I wasn't supposed to?" Craig almost asks, and Evan shakes his head. "You went in his desk?" Evan asks, irritation lining his voice. "Yeah..." Craig gulps, and Evan rolls his eyes before storming off again.
Craig takes a wary step back and curses repetitively inside his head as Evan comes back dragging Tyler, who's head is hung low and mouth shut tight. "Talk. Tyler, don't go blank." Evan says flatly, closing the door sternly. Craig mentally cringes as he hears the door lock, and Tyler soundlessly rolls his shoulders and leans on the wall. "Are we going to sit here awkwardly?" Craig asks quietly, and Tyler shakes his head no. "We're standing." He says, and Craig scoffs before rolling his eyes. "Talk to me. You can't just block me out. My name is Craig Thompson, my favourite color is orange, I like foxes, and I'm good with computers. Your turn." Craig snaps, and Tyler stands straight with his eyes trained on Craig. "My name is Tyler, but everyone just calls me Wildcat. I like tigers and the color pink. I'm good with guns but not with people. I watched my mother die under my abusive father's hand and it turned me into a rock. I don't let people in because I'm scared." Tyler growls, and his face softens as he realizes what he said.
"Forget it. You've never seen someone die, have you? Like, watched the light leave their eyes? It's fucking terrifying, and its even worse if you fucking know the person. That was my mother. I lived with a murderer for an entire year. I worked my fucking teen years in not becoming my father. But look what happened to me! I kill without second thought and I hurt innocent people. I'm no better then the man who killed my mother." Tyler sighs, not even noticing the tears sliding down his cheeks.
Craig slowly steps forwards before hugging Tyler tightly, praying silently to himself he won't be shot or killed or tackled again. All he feels is big arms wrapping around him and pulling him impossibly close, and Craig smiles into Tyler's shirt.
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Soft - BoyxBoy
Fanfiction"Even the coldest people were once as soft as water." Tyler 'Wildcat' joined a gang when he was only fifteen to escape his broken home life. At the age of the twenty-six, the man has already killed hundreds in raids, robberies, and cross-fires. Afte...
