Noble Adonis: Glory of Chaos (BL - boy x boy)

Chapter 7: A different vision

Chapter 7

Shion saw Orion's huge body lunging towards him. His heart raced and fear ran cold throughout his entire body. He tried to avoid the lunge, but found no additional place for him to turn to. Without thinking, he reached for a large vase sitting in a wall that had an area carved out for the decoration, and brought it over Orion's head. The blue and white China vase was glossed over in red when blood started seeping out of his skull. A long jagged wound appeared where the uneven edge of the vase had cause a large bleed out on Orion's forehead. Blood eerily dripped down Orion's face as his large body plummeted to the ground.

Shion froze, he saw Orion's unmoving body and couldn't turn away. Blood pooled at his feet. He only began moving when he felt the warm sensation of blood begin seeping into his socks. Frantically, he dropped the vase which shattered into more pieces than can be counted

'I just killed someone' Shion thought. The criminal code swirled around in his head. He couldn't stay here. He had to go back to his family. No, then his family would be pulled into this. He had to go somewhere, but where would he go? He had nowhere else. The lease for his apartment was released already and if he stayed here, he'd be convicted of murder.

Reciting swear words in five different languages, Shion grabbed a few tissues, lifted up Orion's hand and placed it onto the door handle. A light flashed green, so Shion used the tissue to push down the handle and rush out of the complex. He hurtled down the fire escape stairs, afraid that the elevator CCTV footage could be used as evidence against him, and exited the building. He didn't hail a taxi until he was well away from the area where he reached a phone box and made an anonymous call for an ambulance to assist Orion.

Afterwards, Shion continued running. He knew calling an ambulance wasn't a smart move for his escape plan, but for the sake of his moral and guilty conscience, he called them anyway. He bought a hoodie from a small shop not far away, put it on and hailed a cab which took him all the way back to his own apartment. Shion had never been so glad to have had most of his things mailed back to his parent's house. All that remained were a few clothes, a few bank cards, his laptop, his phone and wallet. The rest he could buy with cash. He grabbed all that remained and shoved it into an unpatterned, unremarkable backpack that he had bought back when he began his course. He hastened his actions when he heard a police siren blur out on the street. Shion swung the back pack over his back, and hastily took large strides towards the fire exit. He proceeded towards the nearest ATM where he smoothly removed a thousand dollars from each of his four bank cards. One thousand was the limit of removal each day. With four thousand dollars on him and a potential criminal charge hanging over his head, Shion knew better than to hang around the area. He pulled the hoodie further down his eyes as he went to the closest bus stop and rode on the next bus that came. It was only when he was on the bus that he extracted his phone and made a call home. He left out many details of his current situations, but told his mother to be safe and whispered his bank account passwords, so that she could withdraw the rest of his savings if she needed. His mother was distressed by Shion's sudden choice of moving away, but there was nothing she could do about it. It didn't matter if she hadn't found out about it yet, she probably would in the future on the news when some crap reporter spun tales of horrific abuse on Orion's part and completely left out why the situation could have come about. After the call, Shion turned off his phone, so that he was no longer trackable and disappeared into the night.

Shion had no idea where he was, but wherever he was, it certainly matched his current reasons for this expedition. Carefully, Shion stored away a majority of his money in the back pack in a compartment within a compartment and thrust two hundred dollars in his wallet after scrunching each one individually. He bent down and picked up a little dirt which he brushed onto his face, and messed up his hair. It was only a series of small actions; however, these small actions made a huge impact on his appearance. Added with an odd gait, a little bit of stumbling and his current appearance was of someone who was potentially on drugs or suffered from alcoholism. Despite the fact that he had a very unfavourable appearance, when he entered into a small, seedy motel that seemed like it hosted other customers...or criminals on the run it seemed he fit right in. The owner, a gruff man with numerous tattoos, asked for a hundred dollars for a week and then went back to watching the television after throwing a set of keys in his face.