Lams Fluff [In Progress]

You are NOT leaving me

John took a breath of the crisp night air, and looked up at the blank night sky. What he wouldn't give to finally see some stars. He blinked away tears as he thought about the humiliation that just occurred. How stupid could he be? Defiantly still drunk, John stumbled around the corner of the club and rubbed tears out of his eyes, oblivious to the scuffle going on farther down. How could he possibly think that Thomas would want him; that anyone would want him?  Why couldn't Thomas just give him what her wanted? Except not really. What he wanted was to be able to see  Alexander again, without either Alex being aware of what was going on. As John blinked away tears, he was slightly aware of what was going on in the darkness father down the alley. Then he heard a whimper and a cry that he'd know anywhere. John pushed himself against the wall, eyes wide, and sprinted towards the noise, scared out of his effing mind on what he'd find.

            He stopped behind a dumpster, though, just a few feet from where he started. There was... a group of people, and there he saw him. Chills ran through John as he saw the limp body getting tossed about the group, picked through, getting hit, kicked, beaten. He saw the luscious brown hair and the green jacket. Alexander. 
           Rage quickly replaced John's fear and mild fury as he ran out from behind the dumpster and started hitting and kicking and screaming at whoever he could find that had ever laid a had on Alexander. He ceased to know what he was doing, who he really was on the inside, and instead became this, this monster of anger, and rage, and fury, that he just let overtake him and wash over him as he searched for someone to destroy. 

Alex POV

Alex's head was burning with a searing, white-hot pain... everywhere. There was a supernova of hurt going on inside his head. Except he couldn't scream. He couldn't move. He didn't even want to call for help. All stimuli would make it worse. But he had to know what was going on. Alex opened one bleary eye the slightest bit, and felt another wave of pain coming over him. But he wouldn't let it drown him.
          All he could make out was motion, at first, in the pitch blackness. Screams and yells and the sound of bones breaking, most likely, fists impacting flesh. At first he thought it was his father coming for him, to get his John, and he shuddered, almost sobbing. But then his eye retained some light and he saw someone... that he didn't even recognize. He couldn't see the person's face. But he had never seen someone so angry. Not even his father. And it wasn't anger. There wasn't even a word Alexander had in his vocabulary to describe how strong this person was fighting. Alex shut his eye, and whimpered, just wanting to not be in his life for one fucking second of the day.
          After an eternity, all he heard was a thud, and shortly after a sharp intake of breath and gaping, shuddering sobs. The person must have realized what they'd done. But it was different. The sobs felt angry, yes, but also sad and relieved. He felt sudden blinding shards of pain piercing his body as the person grabbed his shoulders, still sobbing heavily. Alex didn't think he had enough strength to open his eye again. He wished for unconsciousness, for his body to shut down. For once, it did what he wanted. He started to drift out of consciousness, without the energy to open his eye and see his savior.
          But then he heard The Voice.
It was soft, and quiet, because Alexander's ears were most likely full of blood, but there, nonetheless. It was interrupted by sobs, wailings, whispers, but still there, nonetheless.
          "please. please. oh my god. please. come back to me. come back. i love you. i can't have you leave. please, oh my god, please. no no no no no No No NO NO NO NO" Here there were hysterical sobs, and Alex was spiked with more pain as someone grabbed his face and pressed it against their own, hot breath, hot tears, hot forehead. Alive and kicking.
          Not his mother. So this must be Earth.
"please, please, please, please, please hear me. I know you're still there! You have got to hear me, please wake up, I can't live without you, i love you, i love you, i love you, you've got to-you've- just please-just" The person started gasping and shaking, sobs overtaking them. Alex was worried. He didn't want this person to pass out because of him. "Please, Alexander, wake up, I love you, I love you, i loveyouiloveyouiloveyou. Please, it's me. Please" Who is this? Who would I love so much to wake up for? Why would I do that for anyone on this planet? No one loves me here. They're all dead. "Please Alex, it's me, John." Alexander's mind raced so fast that the exhausted and emotional author typing this wouldn't be able to keep up. He opened his left eye ever so slightly and choked out,
"John?" 
His eyes fluttered shut, and he fell asleep with a faint smile on his face, oblivious to the screaming and yelling in front of him.