Danger Line (Malec)

Danger Line Chapter 9 Gone Forever

Magnus's head hurts. Even before he opens his eyes, he knows this day is going to be Hell. The splitting of his head, the ache… ugh. What happened last night? Those are questions for a time when his head isn't being attacked with a hammer, though. He just needs some water, an advil or three… fuck.

Magnus slowly gets up, taking his time as he makes his way to the bathroom, eyes half shut. When he gets there he bumps against the door, surprised that Alec's in there. His roommate tends not to go into the bathroom too often in the morning, or at least he usually keeps the door open, not counting his first day.

Maybe he just has to use the shitter.

Sighing, Magnus knocks, but he receives no reply. His head spikes with a nice, sarcasm to be noted, sharp lace of pain that kind of makes Magnus wish his head would just explode already and that would be the end of it. Ugh. The hangover is rarely worth all the drinking from the night before, and it wasn't exactly happy drinking, either.

While the night is a bit shredded up in his mind, with holes in the fabrics of time every here and there, Magnus can certainly recall that he left Alec after he had a fucking panic attack- what the Hell had he been thinking? You don't just fucking leave someone after their mind goes ape-shit on them, seriously, it doesn't matter how upset he was with Alec pushing him away! Leaving him alone was stupid, but Magnus just couldn't deal with the princess at the time. Still, he shouldn't of have left... what's taking Alec so long in the bathroom, anyway? He hasn't even responded. The shower isn't on (he would hear that, hung over or not), he can't hear the swirling flush of a toilet, nor is Alec's voice floating through the door in a harsh but somewhat careless way as it usually might.

Huh. Something's... Weird. Weirder than before, weirder than Alec just hogging up the bathroom like he's getting ready to dress in drag. Magnus needs in that room, and he isn't getting it consensually from the person inside. Magnus just needs to get into the bathroom, do his make-up in an acceptably unacceptable way, get out of there and find something that will magically cure his hangover. As if.

Though, if Magnus did have magic powers, he'd make a hangover spell or someshit. He could probably make a good amount of money on that, actually... Now all he has to do is gain the damn magic powers. Like fuck if that's ever happening. Ugh. Alec just needs to open the damn door... fuck it.

Magnus twists the door handle, not surprised that the door is unlocked, as no one ever really feels the need lock it, but there's some weight behind the door that makes it heavier than it should be. Magnus sighs again, leaning his shoulder against the door, and it slowly opens up as he pushes the door away from its closed resting spot. Dull resistance, and it takes Magnus a few moments to realize he's pushing an unconscious Alec away from the doorway, his roommate slumped on the floor, unawakening.

Alec's face is red and splotchy, and his brow is furrowed and his lips stretched thin and into a frown. His body is twisted uncomfortably behind the door, and he's muttering things Magnus can't quite make out. He suddenly screams, his fingers clawing into an unseen enemy, begging for whatever his mind is imagining to stop, but it doesn't, even when the screams become more similar to whimpers.

Magnus clutches his head, and not feeling very forgiving and at the end of his stick, kicks Alec none too nicely in the side.

Alec's eyes flash open in a mad terror, and he scrambles into a defensive position, and can't really see anything until his mind unclogs a few seconds later, only to see Magnus looking at him like he's insane. If Magnus only knew…

Alec gets out of the bathroom, leaving Magnus's questioning gaze and vocalized inquiries behind, changing into new clothes and exiting the room with his school supplies for the day. He can't think properly, his mind is cracking and tearing and there's just a gaping hole there that he doesn't know what to do about. He's empty inside, he's so fucking empty, and he knows with every breath he takes who made him like this, who set him on fire and he wishes he could lie and say he was always like this.