^^ Yet another chapter here! I'm trying to keep the A/N's at the end, so I'll shut up now.
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"Cain, just tell me! I can handle whatever you have to throw at me!"
"Is that so?" mocking. Patronizing. "Then you can handle the fact that you have no real parents?"
"Wh-what?!" no real parents? What the heck was Cain talking about?
"Yes, no real parents. Ever heard of a test-tube baby?" a cruel, cold smirk.
"You're lying!" denial.
"I wish it were so. Us four... you, me, Lillith and Seth... we are all from the same DNA string, slightly modified... we are all siblings, but we have no parents. You and Lillith... one would call it incest."
"No!" flying fists, intended to hurt. Landing on Cain's chest. Doing nothing. Tears soaking into a white shirt. Strong arms moving... but not to hold. To push away. Cain pushes away the one that needs his comfort. Tears drop onto the cold stone floor, stinging hot against cold.
"I... I hate you, Cain."
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"I hate you..." Abel whispered. "I hate you."
His eyes flew open and he jerked awake, breathing slightly heavily. Tears had run tracks down his temples and into his hair. Abel looked over to Tres and saw, with a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, that Tres was sitting up and staring at Abel curiously, his brown hair sticking up all over the place.
"Who do you hate?"
"You never give up, do you?" Abel sighed.
"I just want to know you."
Abel shook his head tiredly and glanced at the clock on his bedside table. It read 6:47.
"What time is general therapy?"
"Half seven." Tres replied without missing a beat.
"Thanks. I'm gonna go get changed then."
Abel grabbed some clothes from his bag as well as his favourite trainers. He held them carefully so that Tres wouldn't hear the rattle. He walked into the bathroom and locked the door; he didn't quite trust Tres not to walk in on him. He reached inside his trainers and pulled the small bottle out, smirking. Once again, he was breaking the rules. Abel unscrewed the bottle, raised it to his lips, tilted it back and swallowed.
He waited apprehensively for a few seconds, and his smirk became wider as numbness spread through his mind. Ah... the relief... something he was familiar with, at last.
But he knew it wouldn't last. He quickly changed, put the bottle in 'his' side of the cabinet behind his other things so it was hidden, put on his trainers and came out of the bathroom. His mind was still slightly more at ease than usual.
"Who do you hate?"
"Why do you ask?"
"I want to know you!"
"I don't want you to know me!"
"Why not?"
"It's my privacy!"
"It's my curiosity!"
"Damn you!"
"Damn you too!"
"...Do you ever give up?"
"Nope." Tres said happily.
"Fine... we'll play a game. I ask a question, you answer. Then you ask me a question and I answer. Seems fair?"
"How many questions?"
"As many as we need."
"Okay." Tres smiled. "You first."
"What are you in here for?"
"MPD. And I'm kinda bipolar too."
"...come again?"
"Multiple Personality Disorder." Tres' eyes seemed to darken before returning to their normal colour. "My turn now. Who do you hate?"
"My brother. What happens when you become your 'other half'?"
"I could show you if you like." Abel shook his head. "Fine, I'll just tell you. I call him Duo (1). He's rude, violent, aggressive and a masochist."
"Ouch."
"So, tell me about your brother. Why do you hate him?"
"He... he controls my life, basically. Even though we're the same age, he acts like he's at least three years older than me. He told me the truth... after lying to me my whole life. And he... he hurt me and my sister in worse ways than you could imagine." Abel's voice wavered.
"How?" Tres whispered.
"Hey, that's not fair." Abel pouted. "I still have a question to ask you before you ask me. Okay, how long have you been in here?"
"Hn... nineteen months, about. My question. How did your brother hurt you?"
"He... killed. He killed the one that I loved." Lillith.
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. It wasn't your fault. It's not as if you killed her."
"But... it's still..."
"No worries. Seriously. Anywho... ah, I can't think of any more questions---" Abel was cut off by the bell sounding, signalling that it was five minutes until their first 'lesson', and also that the canteen was opening. "Hey, have we really been talking this long?"
"It would seem so. C'mon, it wouldn't do you good to be late to your first ever session." Tres grabbed Abel's wrist and dragged him out of the room.
"Hey, wait, I haven't got my trainers on!" Abel protested, struggling against Tres' grip. Tres let go, pausing to wait for Abel. The silver-haired boy quickly put on his shoes, and jumped up.
"Hn... is the game still on?" Tres asked as they hurried to the general therapy room.
"The game... damn you, you made me lose the game!" Abel mock-yelled.
"Huh...? The game?" Tres said, confused.
"Ah, I'll tell you later. Anyway, yeah, I guess our game is still on."
"Okay... you never told me what you're in here for." Just then, though, they got to the room.
"I'll tell you after therapy." Abel promised, opening the door and entering.
The room was plain and white, and smelled of... nothing. Leon, the blonde boy and the red-haired girl were already there and sitting down. A moment later, the boy wearing the hat skidded into the room, gasping for breath. The bell rang loudly.
"Yes! I'm not late!" he declared, punching the air.
Leon shook his head, rolling his eyes. Then he spotted Abel, and called to him. "Hey, kid, getcha ass down here!" Abel went and sat next to him, dragging Tres along with him. Tres raised an eyebrow at the reversal in positions, but obliged and sat down beside Abel. The nurse who had escorted Abel to his room the day before, Kate, walked in.
"William, sit down please. Ah, Abel, so nice of you to join us." Abel nodded. "Since we have a new student, I would like you to introduce yourselves, and also say something about yourself. Esther, you can go first."
"I'm Esther, and I play a lot of sport."
"Hugue de Watteau... and my favourite song is Pain, by Three Days Grace." Hugue's eyes bored into Abel's and he gulped.
"Stupid self-harmer." Leon said in an undertone.
"Hmph, Abel 'ready knows me, I'm Leon. But... something 'bout myself... the voices never lie, if ya get my drift?" Kate shook her head condescendingly, while Hugue muttered 'Idiot schizophrenic.'
"Uh... I'm Abel Nightroad, not Abie." At this point, Abel looked pointedly at Tres. "And I... I hate darkness."
"Tres. If you annoy me, I'll set Duo on you (2)." Tres smirked. A few eyebrows were raised but no-one seemed that surprised by Tres' threat.
"My name is William W. Wordsworth and one day I'm going to be a famous inventor!"
Everyone face-palmed, even Kate. "Anyway, does anyone have any suggestions about what we should do today?"
"We get to choose?" Abel asked, surprised.
"Hn." Tres muttered.
"Can we draw?" Esther asked.
"If you wish."
And so the lesson went on... but Abel's mind wasn't on it. He knew that once it was finished, he would have to tell Tres what was going on.
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1 – I hope I got it right... I know he's HC-IIX.
2 – A threat ItachisPurpleChakra has used on me, but she said she would set Hidan on me.
Hey, I found out that xxMikeyxx is a girl (oops). So sorry for saying you're a guy (if you're reading this, which I doubt... cuz I'm a crap writer). ^^ anyway, hope you enjoyed the chapter! I'm annoyed at writing the third chapter with only two reviews, perhaps by the time I upload it I'll have more. *hint hint nudge nudge* but that says maybe. Perhaps, perhaps. Hey, does anyone know what that's from? If only, if only, the woodpecker sighs... That's from Holes. ^^
Oh yeah, something I should tell ya, ItachisPurpleChakra is kinda my beta... we're kind co-writing this... yeah, we're co-writing it you idiot! Turnip-head. Oh yeah, this is me, guys ^.^ from now, the italics writing in the A/Ns are gonna be me! Get used to it, Abie. You're evil. I know I am. ...That wasn't a compliment. ...What?!
Eep! I run away ^^
Well, until next chapter!
AB-chan
xLucyH
