Apocalypse{{Tysh}}

1

Fuck up's.

Tyler walked down the walkway angrily, obviously pissed off about something.

Dumbasses.

They took something away from him.

Worthless.

He turned the corner, boots clanking with every step.

Tyler?

He heard something that made him stop in his tracks.

Tyler... help me.

Again. "What..." he whispered softly, cold air escaping his chapped lips.

Tyler please

"Jenna?" Tyler turned around, the cold air biting his skin.

Hurry...

He turned, running down the hall frantically.

Bumping into someone, he fell.

He looked up and his eyes met with none other.

Joshua.

"Damnit joshua!" Tyler cursed, slamming his fist down and helping himself up.

"It's not real, tyler." Joshua sighed, "and stop running down the halls"

"Stop telling me they aren't real!" Tyler threw a weak punch at his chest.

He sighed, picking Tyler up.

"Put me down y-you.. you phsyc--"

"I am not the phsyco one here, Joseph. You're the leader, you're supposed to lead us, not give off a bad influen--"

"Stop!" Tyler cried out.

"Fine... fine.." Josh pushed open a door with his foot and laid him down on the white bed.

"What are you doing?.." Tyler said in a weak voice.

"What's best for you. Because we need to get out of this place, and we need you in your best state of mind." Josh set a hand on Tyler hand, Tyler realizing his wrists were tied down.

"Joshua." Tyler jerked, suddenly getting angery.

"I'm sorry..." he blinked away a tear before a couple more people flew through the door with white suits.

"Joshua!" Tyler jerked his hands again, spitting curse words as the men and women in white surrounded him, joshua leaving the room. He didn't dare watch his friend go through that. Especially his leader.

He turned on his heel and looked at the struggling boy through the window.

The men surrounding him left, walking behind a window.

Tyler, strapped down with a plate in his mouth screamed curse words when he saw Josh, tear stains stained his cheeks before he was shot into fits of convulsion.

Josh winced, closing his eyes before running towards the main dock.

××××××

"Attention, clique may I have your attention please?" Josh sounded over the radio.

They all looked up, stopping.

"Tyler, our beloved leader, is undergoing his treatment. Don't in any way angery him, upset him, ecetra.."

Sounds of agreement and sadness echoed throughout the trashed home.

"Got it?"

"Yes, joshua..." they all said in unison.

He smiled before setting the mic down and finding his way back to Tylers room.

"He's fine, upset, but fine." The nurse told him before opening the door.

Joshua nodded, seeing Tyler half asleep, half awake.

"I didn't n-need it..." Tyler rasped, coughing afterward.

"You did, now we get to look for a new place... tyler, you're a hybrid, why are you hurt so much about it?" Josh grabbed Tylers hand.

"You think I wanted this?" Tyler rose his voice, pulling his hand away weakly.

"Calm down... and no, no I don't think you wan--"

"Than leave." Tyler said through gritted teeth, turning his head away only to turn it back, due to the headache.

"Fine... I'll be back later. We're leaving tomorrow, right ty?"

"Ye-yeah..." he coughed, closing his eyes.

Joshua sighed before leaving the room.

"How much did you give him? He looked dead when I saw him!" Josh whisper yelled.

"70, sir..." the nurse sighed, "we got mad when he fought us, so I... gave him more than I should have..." she looked down in shame.

"He is a hybrid. He will always be mean! He's schizophrenic, what? You think he's just going to let you do it to him?" He gestured, spit flying from how angery he was.

"No, sir. I'm sorry..." her voice broke, writing things down on a sheet of paper.

"You better be. Next time, you're not doing shit." He spat before going to his own room.

The nurse sighed, walking into Tylers room to give him his meds.

"Tyler honey, take these." She gave him a water bottle and four pills.

He groaned, turning on his side.

"Fine, take them when you can..." she sighed, and left the room.

Tomorrow's a big day, ty.