A lanky boy was laid back in his posh room, long body splayed across a down comforter. His hair was surrounded by charcoal pillows. His twitching, emerald green eyes scanning the ceiling for the unknown. His head lolled to the side, looking at the other luxurious bed adjacent to his. There had been no signs of life in this bed besides his own in the passed two weeks the boy lived in this metal castle.
A knock on the door. The boy didn't move from his seemingly comfortable position, eyes still trained on the other bed.
"What." He called out, voice gruff.
"Uhm. I'm Edmy.. They said I'm staying in this room?" A meek voice said through the white oak door.
"Oh." Well there was the sign of life the boy had been looking for. "Come in, I guess." Slowly, the door creaked open, revealing a small boy, no older than 15 standing on the other side. A sandy blond mullet/Mohawk fawning his head, bright blue eyes surrounded by dark purple bruise like shadows. He was petite in build, but he looked strong, like he could take you down if he had to.
He was carrying nothing but the uniforms required, some street clothes that the Organization allowed him for weekends, and pajamas, not to exclude the teal Sitar strapped to his back. The elder glanced at the Chackrams sticking halfway out from under his bed. He couldn't help but think how the kid had died young. But then again, so had he.
"The names Axel, got it memorized?" The boy laying on the bed stated, his voice wafting over to Edmy. He pulled himself into a sitting position, feet drawing the blanked under him closer. "You'll get a name soon enough."
Edmy's face was sincerely confused.
Axel sighed. "They've got a naming ceremony or something. I don't know what it is. They just mess with the letters in your name and throw an 'X' in for good measure. My name used to be Lea. Changed it to Axel. I like it better." A smile christened Edmy's thin, punk lips. He still stood awkwardly in the doorway. Axel shook his head a little and jabbed a long finger towards the other bed. "That's yours."
Edmy nodded and slowly walked into the room, kicking the door closed behind him with a steel toe clad army boot. He was dressed in baggy jeans with a black tank top on. Yellow and purple bruises riddled his arms s and his necked donned a particularly gruesome black one. Axel knew Edmy saw him looking, but Edmy didn't say anything.
Edmy took the jumble of clothing and put it in the respective places in his dresser. He took the sitar off his scrawny back, he set it against the wall, allowing his fingers to drift over the cords, strumming out a few thick, rich notes. He glanced at Axel's bedside clock, blinking.
"I'm going to go take a shower and go to bed." Edmy gulped, and walked to the doorless bathroom.
Axel laughed a little to himself. "That's the first sentence I've heard you speak willingly, kid." He fell back on the bed again, blankets and pillows bamfing up around him. He ran his hand across the carpet beneath the bed, grinning tiredly when he found what he was looking for. His fingers wrapped around the silver remote, bringing It above the bed and turning the TV on, only to drop the remote and have it roll under the bed again. He grumbled.
Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Edmy ran the shower, climbing in. He sat on the bottom of the marble shower stall, letting the warm water cascade down over his abused skin. He closed his eyes, forcing back tears threatening to fall.
"Stupid.. Organization 13.." He whispered to himself. "They took my heart. So I'm not supposed to feel. So why do I? I'm so scared.. I don't want to do this anymore.. It hurts.." He placed a hand over where his heart should be. He felt so empty inside, like there was a gaping hole in his chest. He apparently closed his eyes too long though, as his body slumped backwards as he fell asleep.
Fifteen minutes later, Axel called to Edmy. "You alright, kid?" No response. Fearing he had somehow drowned in the shower, he went in to check on him, only to find the boy splayed out across the bottom of the stall, snoring. Axel laughed and shook his head, at least until he took a closer look at the boy and noticed every square inch of him was coated in cuts, scrapes, and bruises. "Christ, kid. What happened to you!?" he asked himself.
Reaching in and shutting off the water, he draped a fuzzy towel over the boy and pulled him to the bedroom, drying him off and dressing him in the comfiest pajamas he could find, doing his best not to look at the boys naked body. He pulled the blankets back and covered him, tucking him in like he would a little brother. He patted him on the head.
"You'll be ok, kid. I wont let anyone else hurt you." He ran his hands through the boys hair. He then walked over and turned out the lights and climbed into his own bed. "G'night, Ed." He murmured, finally turning over and falling asleep.
*Bamf: A sound made in an X-Men comic when Nightcrawler would appear and dissapear.
Well, there you go, it's redone haha. And what can I say? Ed had a troubling life. Axel can help him get over it though.
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-Ven