“Why are you helping me?”
Ze bites his lip as he continues to pick open the front door lock with a bobby pin. Why is he helping Dan? Isn't he sort of screwing himself over in the long run by doing this? Aleks already spared him once; it's pretty unlikely that Aleks will do it again.
“I don't want to see anyone get hurt.”, Ze replies, the tip of his tongue pointing out of the corner of his lip in concentration.
“But you work for Seamus, don't you? Don't take it the wrong way, but you don't seem like much of a pacifist.”, Dan says. He stands off to the side in the bush nearest to the porch, trying to make it not look like him and Ze are breaking into a house if people pass by. He attempts to make it look like he's looking for the spare key in the bushes, but it's not really working out for him.
“That's okay. I kinda get it. When you have a step brother like Seamus, your reputation sort of gets thrown out into the streets.”, he must sound remorseful. Ze tries not to be so down on himself, mostly because he has to be the positive one out of him and Seamus, but sometimes it's difficult. He's just really exhausted by Seamus, to be honest.
“I wasn't trying to offend you.”, Dan says, “Like I never judged you just because of who your family is. You never get to pick them, I guess. I didn't even know you existed when I first heard about Seamus.”
“I'm not like him. You should know that first off. He's... rough around the edges and has a weird sense of right and wrong. I'm just along for the ride.”
“I'm sorry.”
Ze half smiles as he twists the bobby pin a little more. “You barely know me. You have nothing to be sorry for.”
“I know. I just don't really know what else to say to someone who just told me something like that.”
Ze makes a loud sound of success as the door swings open. Dan pops his head up from out the bush to the side of the porch. “You got it?”
Ze nods, a goofy smile on his face. “Let's go.”
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“Fuck!”, Aleks growls. The knife is protruding from his his hip, pain shooting through his whole body. “Jordan, you fucker!”
With his newly freed hands, he reaches behind him, pulling the knife out of Aleks. It makes a wet sound like pulling your foot out of a swamp. Aleks moans in pain as the blade is taken out, falling to one knee behind Jordan, one hand clutching the stab wound. Swiftly, Jordan bends down, beginning to saw at the ropes around his feet. Aleks grits his teeth, biting back the pain as he stands tall again, one hand remaining on the gushing wound.
“It's not that fucking easy, Jordan.”, Aleks warns, “A small stab wound isn't enough to take me down.”
The ropes snap as Jordan finishes the last saw through the binds, allowing him to stand form the chair. The gag is is still in his mouth and is more of an inconvenience than an actual problem. It'll have to wait. He can breathe, that's all that counts. And he can fight. He spins, facing where he assumes Aleks is, knife at the ready. Aleks is still making sounds of protest against the pain which makes keeping an idea of where his location is easy. Jordan needs a light source though. He may be able to fight, but that means nothing if he can't see.
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The Call of the Void
FanfictionAleks has struggled with it his entire life. It's an addiction that's more dangerous than any drug could ever be. He's broken up family and friendships. He's shattered the people around him that he loves. He just doesn't know how to avoid the call o...
