Hey Sunshine

Fuck You Too, My Friend

WYLAN

Later in his life, if Wylan ever had to recap the events that had occured, Wylan was fully prepared to tell his grandchildren/children/friend's children/sad drunk guy (really it depended on how his life panned out) that the plan Sergie, Matthias and himself had made was a really fucking bad plan.

Emphasis on the 'really' 'fucking' and 'bad'.

(And maybe italicized and bolded.)

As Wylan stared at the hell-house he had grown up in, he reflected on whether or not Jesper was currently looking at a five year jail sentence if he got caught by his father, and if Wylan would have the guts to break him out of jail.

He had also never been told who the random screaming had been from, only that Kaz was one of the screamers (the really really high-pitched screams, Matthias told him grinning, were from Kaz), and that they were completely intentional.

"Are you ready?" Sergie asked him, staring up at the trees and signaling something to the shadow that hung from there. "We have to go soon."

Wylan took a deep breath and looked at the house that had caused him so much fear - and anger, and hatred - as a child. "Yeah," Wylan said softly. "I'm ready to go. You'll be on the other end?" The comms he had been given hung uncomfortably in his ear, even though Matthias and Sergie both assured him that it was on correctly.

Sergie nodded his assent.

"Then I'm ready," Wylan answered. Climbing back onto the pile of mattresses and blankets he had landed on, he looked at the walls and tried to find any way to climb back into his room. The novelty of trying to figure out a way back to his godforsaken room after trying for so long to escape it didn't evade him.

Matthias snorted. "Do you want a boost?" the blonde giant asked, and Wylan shook his head as he found a place to start.

"I think I'm good," Wylan responded and grabbed a brick area. Slowly, he started climbing up the side of the house. Can't believe I'm trying to get back into this room after all the time I spent trying to get out, he grumbled to himself. "Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck," Wylan muttered as he remembered the time he had had to climb the elevator cable. At least this time, the bottom was either Matthias' arms or a heap of mattresses and blankets that had already broken his fall one time before.

Painstakingly, his fingers found broken edges to the bricks, and he pulled himself up the wall. Feet carefully positioned, Wylan winced and at last his fingers clutched the window ledge he had jumped off of not ten minutes ago.

Gaaaaah, he thought as his arm muscles screamed in protest. Jesus take me.

Arms burning, he pushed against the window ledge and pulled himself up, grasping the inside of his bedroom desperately. Climbing in awkwardly, he let out a relieved sigh as he finally spilled back into the room.

It was odd. Almost like he'd never left, but he could still feel the kiss of the cool night against his arms.

"I'm back up!" he said, poking his head through the window at a clearly terrified Sergie. Him and Matthias nodded, before the former left to go enact the second part of the plan.

Matthias adjusted his jaw. "I'll be waiting here," he told Wylan and silently Wylan mouthed a thank you to him.

Turning around, Wylan headed for the door and cursed as it proved as locked as it had always been. "Goddammit," he muttered as he tried to find the formula from before. "This is going to have to do."

Mixing it some more, he carefully examined the contents. If he wasted the precious (hopefully?) acid, he'd have to fall out the window again and get Matthias' gun. Or try to catch the gun as Matthias threw it through the window, and Wylan was a fan of neither option.