Placebo
"Maybe we're victims of when we'd celebrate?We'd drink and get high until late. And now we're all alone. Wedding bells ain't gonna chime
With both of us guilty of crime, and both of us sentenced to time. And now we're all alone. Protect me from what I want..."-Placebo
THWACK! The sound of Xerxes Break's weapon collided with a body- whom, he didn't know. Until he heard the despaired shouts.
The girlish shrieking had not been Sharon- but a familiar chain. Endlessly Alice screamed in fear and he stood frozen as cruel female laughter erupted in his ear. "You've done it now..." the malicious sound of the Will of Abyss taunted him. He stood in a milky sea of confusion, unable to see as he dropped the hilt of the Asian crafted sword he usually fought with. He heard the thudding of running heavy footsteps, of the fine boots that Gilbert wore. Sharon cried out like Alice did and the scent of her perfume rushed by and voice faded out as she ran to where the striked victim lay. He panicked, was it Oscar, or...His head squeezed inwards as he thought of the possibility of simply laying a finger on Liam. But of course, the gods were crueler. Because no matter how much he cared about Liam, the person he had struck-
Was the illegal contractor, Oz Bezarius.
He tugged the blanket further down from the top of his head, the cotton providing him with the minimal warmth in the frigid captivity of the isolation cell he sat in. The heavy duty gate creaked horribly like the sound of nails to a chalkboard. The cold air escaped just a bit as it opened further, the bright fluorescent lights that must have been there not affecting his blind eyesight. Mediocre but sturdy boots clacked towards where I sat and the resounding clink of a tin bowl echoed in the isolation cell as the warmth of another body permeated mine with a simple arm around the shoulders. "You've really done it now." the repeated words of the Abyss made him recoil when he heard them through Liam's calm, concerned voice. "Accidental or not, Pandora found it inexcusable that you didn't tell them about your blindness. So they're keeping you in confinement until you get...bailed." Liam didn't sound so reassured about being 'bailed' because no matter how much lady Shelly cared, it was nothing compared to senseless murder and everybody regret to inform her that it was because of his visual handicap. Some found it hard to believe that he had 'accidentally' killed a duke point blank because of his blindness that hadn't been proved until recently. Pandora wasn't kind to murderers, despite the fact that it was what they all were. He felt gloved fingers working through his hair, but didn't react to the affectionate gesture. The fingers stilled, and removed themselves as if burned. "Take care of yourself now." Liam said gently as he stood up and walked away, dropping a load on his coiled shoulders. The cell was cold without Liam's warmth, but pleasant with the feel of Liam's jacket on his shoulders.