This is a very, very, veeeeeeeeeeery rough draft. But, I felt like sharing it with all you guys.
It's violent, but what else would you expect from an Elitz story?
Enjoy!
The rain pounds relentlessly against the window. Fog is slowly creeping up the edges of the glass from within the interior due to heat The Dot provides. The umbrellas flap violently in the gusty wind. The barista struggles to close the umbrellas before they blow away.
People on the street run to awnings and inside buildings to protect themselves from the sudden downpour.
The overhead sky begins to darken and the malicious thunder echoes down the street.
Fitz sits inside The Dot. He is alone in the corner booth and blankly stares outside. His white mug of black coffee cools as he contemplates his next move. He subconsciously plays with the 2 empty wrappers of sugar on the table.
It's been a few months since the infamous "Vegas Night". He was arrested and sent to juvy. The treatment at the juvenile hall was better than anything he received at home, so it was a welcome change.
He has officially been out now for a couple of hours and hasn't bothered to contact any of his friends. He feels that it is best to assimilate slowly into life after juvenile hall. Things got way out of control last semester between him and Eli, the emotard. But why?
Fitz is well aware that he could have just walked away from Eli, been the bigger man in the situation. But something just kept making him want to rile the guy up more?
This is why he wants to spend some time alone. During his time away he couldn't get him out of his head. His face haunted him in his dreams. What does this all mean?
Fitz is very confused.
Former classmates come into The Dot wearing stupid looking uniforms. Some are closing wet umbrellas, shaking them outside the open door before fully entering the establishment. Others have soaked clothing, and are just laughing at one another. A puddle of water starts to form at their feet as they attempt to dry off with napkins.
Fitz leans forward and picks up his drink. He drinks it greedily, tasting the sweetness of the added sugar mixed in with the brew. The scent of the coffee warms his senses and he is finally feeling a sense of calmness sweep over him.
He casually looks out the foggy window again, mesmerized by the glowing signs at the convenience store across the street. As he was about to finish his drink, a black, classic hearse drives by. Not just any hearse. His hearse.
The drink is suddenly placed back on the table and Fitz stands. He pulls the hood of his sweater up and strides out of The Dot.
The chatter of the new customers is barely audible as his mind focuses on finding Eli.
The sound of the raindrops hitting his dark gray hood takes on a hypnotic tone and puts Fitz into a trance. He is walking in the direction that the hearse went. He doesn't know where Eli lives, but he plans on finding out soon.
As Fitz rounds the corner at the end of the block he can see the car in the distance. It's at a red light and the right turn signal is on.
If he plans on catching up to this car, he is going to have to run.
He breaks out into a brisk jog. The rain hits his face, and threatens to blind him. Fitz tries to shield his eyes, but fears he will lose sight of the car.
The light turns green and Eli's hearse slowly lurches forward.
He tries to run faster, but a stupid pedestrian bumps into him and causes him to skid on the wet sidewalk.
Fitz groans under his breath and runs faster. The hood of his sweater falls back and leaves his whole head exposed to the cold rain.
He doesn't care.
He is on a mission.
By the time he reaches the stoplight he could see that the hearse is gone.
"Shit!"
Lighting fills the sky and a clap of thunder reverberates a few miles away. His mood turns dark and he slowly walks down the street.
He pulls his hood back up and water cascades down the sides of his face.
Fitz puts his hand up to his face to rub out the intrusive water from his eyes and he feels an old scab on his right cheek.
During his last couple of days in juvy, he got into a fight with an asshole that tried to mouth off to him. Even though Fitz knew that the mouthy prick, Eli, ultimately landed him in juvy, doesn't mean that he is going to stop putting people like him in their place.
He beat the guy up in a couple of punches and was able to get away before anybody knew it was him.
Fitz continues to walk the streets until he suddenly realizes he was in a suburban area. The houses look similar in structure, and the neighborhood is quiet.
He looks around, wondering how he ended up in there. He hears a car door slam ahead of him and he smiles.
Up ahead he could see Clare running up the steps to her 2 story home. She has a binder protecting her head from the chilly rain.
The hearse slowly pulls away and drives down the street and turns left.
"Looks like there is going to be a slight change of plans." Fitz says to himself.
The rain is really coming down now and it slows Fitz's progress to Clare's house. Each step he takes splashes water up his pants leg. He is moving with a determined speed and is anxious to get to her front door.
He is only a couple of houses away now and he starts to calculate how he is going to handle this girl.
A few months ago he was able to trick her into thinking he has a soft side. It didn't really take much. Girls like that her so insecure that if any guy were to pay attention to them, they just melt.
He is now standing in front of her home. It looms over him like a tower and he silently panics. He has been gone for a while and he did call her a "bitch". Maybe she won't buy his story.
Next thing he knows his legs were leading him up the steps and he is ringing her doorbell.
He can hear soft movements inside and the door slowly opens.
Clare is standing there with a shocked expression on her face. The phone she is holding is lowered. Her mouth is agape.
It's showtime!
"Fitz?" a startled Clare exclaims. Another flash of lightening and clash of thunder accentuate her surprise.
He maintains a wounded look and just stares at Clare. He is going to let her lead this conversation.
"What are you doing here?" Clare's blue eyes move frantically. They don't know whether to believe what is before them.
Fitz makes a dramatic sigh and looks into Clare's eyes. He shyly smiles and steps a little bit closer.
"Things got crazy last semester," Fitz spoke quietly. "I feel that I should apologize to both you and Eli for what happened."
He looks down towards his feet. "You know, about the knife."
The sound of the rain fills the silence and he looks up again. He isn't certain if Clare believes him.
He decides to try to guilt trip her. That ought to do it.
"Well. That is all I really came here for. I guess I'll see you around." He turns to leave and he felt her hand on his shoulder.
"No. Wait."
Fitz smiles playfully. So predictable.
"You and Eli were both in the wrong last semester. That doesn't mean that it excuses your behavior that night." Clare glares at Fitz. She crosses her arms and tilts her head.
"Bringing that knife to school was beyond idiotic and I warned Eli about the dangers of the ipecac." She shifts her weight to her right foot.
"But, you guys had it in for each other and no amount of reasonable thinking was going to make you think clearly." She shakes her head slowly, her curls dance against her head.
Fitz waits for her to finish before he proceeds.
"So, by you coming here and apologizing to me is appreciated. But, you and Eli need to talk things over. Judiciously."
Jackpot!
"Is there any way I can do it now? I feel terrible about what I did to him." Fitz's deep blue eyes plead her.
Clare takes a moment to think, but Fitz knows that she is going to accept his request. She is a good Christian girl. She always wants people to get along.
She brings the phone up and dials. She presses the phone to her ear and looks over Fitz. She is still in disbelief that he is there.
"Hey it's me. You'll never guess who is on my doorstep."
Clare's back is to Fitz right now. The rain is defeaning and he cannot make out any of their conversation. He can see that Clare is shifting her weight back and forth as she speaks on the phone.
Fitz contemplates on entering the house, but thinks that it would be best for him to stay out here. He doesn't want to cause any sudden changes in this fragile situation.
He leans up against the side of the door and fishes a toothpick out of his pocket. He sticks it in his mouth a plays around with it.
As he was moving the toothpick around with this tongue, he begins to fantasize what he will do to Eli when he sees him.
He can just beat the shit out of him again. This time the pussy will not have enough time to call the cops. Fitz will be in total control of this situation.
Fitz begins to nod his head with delight when Clare returns to the doorway.
Her cheeks are pink and he can see that she is clearly upset.
"Eli will meet with you in an hour."
Fitz is back on the street. Clare provided him with the location where he and Eli are to meet. This is a place that he is not familiar with, but it sounds like it will be secluded.
Perfect.
The rain has not lessened up. But, at this point it does not bother him anymore. In a way, he relishes in it. The weather perfectly suites his mood and makes him feel that a cleansing is about to take place.
He mindlessly walks for about 20 minutes. He nears a wooded area and notices a burned down church in the clearing. This must be the place.
Eli isn't here yet, so Fitz goes towards the front of whatever was left of the church and leans up against the corner. He does not plan on getting
ambushed from behind.
The spot he picks provides some relief from the rain and he produces a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. Remarkably, they are dry.
He lights one and waits.
"I see you are still smoking. Didn't I say that those things could kill you?"
Fitz was so caught up in his own mind that he didn't notice that Eli is walking in his direction. He straightens up and places the cigarette between his lips.
He smiles slyly.
"Clare said you wanted to talk to me?" Eli's face is serious. He stands in front of Fitz, slightly looking up. His green untrusting eyes size him up.
He knows that he should not trust him, but why did he show?
Fitz exhales smoke from his nostrils and speaks around his cigarette. "Yeah. It's about that thing that happened between us last semester." He started to say. Eli just stood there, rigid with anticipation.
Shit isn't finished between us."
Before Eli could react, Fitz takes a swing and punches him in the jaw.
Eli drops to the hard mud. The rain splatters against his body, blood from his mouth mixes in with the mud and rain water.
Fitz stands over Eli. He calmly takes the cigarette from his mouth and takes a final drag.
He kneels down to Eli's limp body and puts the cigarette out on his hand.
Eli screams with pain. He tries to get up, but Fitz pushes him down effortlessly.
This is going to be too easy.
Fitz allows Eli to get to his feet. Eli is holding his wounded hand. The cigarette burned a perfect circle into his pale flesh. The blood from Eli's mouth is pourly freely down the side of his face. Droplets of blood trickle down his neck.
The sensation that Fitz feels from this sight is remarkable. He has waited so long for this moment.
He stands, waiting for Eli to say a smartass remark. But nothing happens. Eli just stands there. His eyes have a murderous glare to them and the inside of Fitz's belly does an excited flip.
He slowly walks up to Eli and stares down at him. "Aren't you going to hit back?" He taunts. "I want you to hit me back."
Eli stands his ground. He is chewing the inside of his right cheek. His eyes never leave Fitz's.
Eli's hair wet with mud, blood and rain. A few strands are dangling in front his his eyes, but he doesn't bother to brush them away.
He puts his hands up to Eli's chest and shoves. Eli hits the wall of the church hard and closes his eyes with pain.
Fitz laughs at this sight and goes to Eli.
"You are such a tool. All you do is talk, talk talk. But, look at you now. Nothing to say." Fitz chuckles.
Suddenly, a white, hot pain fills Fitz's head. Next thing he knows he is on his knees. Stars fill his field of vision and he brings his hand up to the side of his face.
He can feel a gash. Blood is profusely pouring out of it. He looks up and sees Eli's hand coming down on him again. A sharp rock, wet with blood is quickly approaching the other side of his face.
He tries to move, but the rock gets him in the ear. An explosion of pain knocks him down on the ground. He is on his back, holding his ringing ear. He can feel blood rushing towards it, causing it to swell.
Rain lands in his face, but he doesn't care. The pain in his left ear is terrible.
Eli is on top of him now. His head is bent down towards him. His wet black hair is sticking to his angry face. He has thrown the rock to the side and is now using his fists. Fitz feels momentary helplessness.
But, at the same time he feels exhilaration.
This new sense of excitement causes Fitz to regain his strength and he grabs Eli's wrists. They struggle for control as lightening hits an overhead tree branch.
The singed branch lands near Fitz's head. He can smell the wood burning. It comforts Fitz as if it is a form of incense.
Eli tries to free his wrists from Fitz. He comprehends that he won't be able to release from Fitz's
death grip, so Eli head butts Fitz in the nose.
The pain is immense. Another explosion of stars fills up the dark, rainy sky and he can sense that his mind wants to lose consciousness. But, Fitz fights it.
Eli's backs up his face, blood is running down his forehead. He smirks at him. Fitz's grasp weakens and Eli roughly stands up.
Eli takes off his soaked black jacket and begins to slowly walk away. The rain is coming down in thick sheets and Fitz can barely see Eli's silhouette through the incadescent rain drops.
There is no way in Hell this guy is getting away.
Fitz ignores his pain and forces himself to his feet. He runs at full speed and tackles Eli in the lower back.
They both go skidding wildly across the slippery mud and stop in a large cold puddle of water.
Fitz has regained control again.
They are both saturated with mud. The blood from Fitz's savage face lands onto Eli. Drops of blood hit his face and chest. Fitz has managed to pin both of his hands down.
He leans forward; Eli struggling beneath him causes him to feel powerful.
"We both know that there is no way you are going to win." Fitz says to the still fighting Eli. "Might as well give up."
"I bet you would love for that to happen." Eli spat out at him. Fitz notices that there are fresh cuts on Eli's face. He grins.
Fitz brings his face even closer to Eli's. Their eyes are within inches of each other.
"I would" he said seductively.
Then, Fitz suddenly realizes that he is passionately kissing Eli.
The surprise of the kiss causes Fitz to quickly back away from Eli. What the fuck just happened?
Eli is equally perplexed and struggles to his feet. He turns to run, slips in the mud and lands on his knees and hands. He regains his balance and leaves Fitz alone in the mud.
Fitz sits in the shadow of the burned down church for un unknown amount of time. The thunderstorm has ebbed away, but Fitz feels another one brewing within his mind. He is trying to figure out why he would do such a thing?
How could he be attracted to somebody that he hated so much?
How?