[-][Maxxie][-]
Maxxie watched her walk off, trapped in a dream no doubt. He suspected that Cassie simply could not come up with a response to what he had told her. Though he regretted none of the things he'd told her, he was saddened by her reluctance to accept them. The blonde found himself, as he followed her with his eyes, wishing to be more like her. He longed to go unnoticed by everyone, to not have them stare and whisper. He wanted to be overlooked and passed by like she was. All that was selfish, Maxxie knew, but he couldn't help it.
Anger swept through him faster than light. Before his mind could register the feeling, and control it, force it to simmer, Maxxie's body reacted to it. His right, gloved hand (which he treasured as it allowed him to draw) curled into a fist. An animalistic growl parted his lips.
How dare Anwar reject him! How dare Tony be so foul! - Play him for a fool, treat him like gold before tossing him aside like he did everyone in the end! Maxxie found himself blinded by self-loathing and total frustration. He just wanted a way out - a moment to forget it all and concentrate on something else ... Anything else, if only for a short while.
When his hand connected with the wall, he expected an agonizing pain. His knuckles were shattered, he knew it, and the blood from the shredded skin would flow out dark and crimson - an endless river of misery. Yet when he opened his eyes, which he hadn't realized he'd shut, he gazed upon a much different scene.
Cassie stood in front of him, her back resting against the wall, one arm crossed over her stomach, and the other stretched out beside her. Her ivory complexion appeared ghostly, and her lips were parted in a perfect, little 'o', through which she drew a rickety breath. It took a second for Maxxie to come to a conclusion. The image of her standing in front of him as she was, and his fist nestled in her palm, didn't click at first. It was the sight of deep scarlet that brought him to his senses.
Mostly.
"What the fuck were you thinking!" He bellowed, snatching his fist from her hand as though her touch burned him.
Cassie blinked, swallowed and said, "You shouldn't hurt yourself."
Maxxie's eyes widened in surprise. "I shouldn't hurt myself? But it's okay if you get crushed in my wake, is that it, yeah? Fuck Cass-"
"Don't, yell at me for helping you." she whispered, cutting across him yet again. At first, he though she was just rude, way back when he'd first met her. He learned of her conditions quickly though, but even afterward disregarded medical reasoning in favour of his own. Cassie had to cut across people to be heard.
Bowing his head in shame, maxxie remained silent. He was horrid for shouting at her. It was only that he didn't understand her reasons. "What made you think this would help me?"
Cassie shrugged, her hand still embedded in the brick; her blood slowly carving a pattern over it. "I just, like, figured you had so much already - You didn't need that regret as well, you know?" she sighed, as though uncertain if she'd truly done the right thing. Maxxie couldn't help the smile that came to him though with her next comment. "I guess I'm not actually so lovely."
She was too perfect, the innocence that surrounded her all the time. Nearly an angel, but not quite. Possibly an angel with a few issues... It didn't matter, only that Maxxie couldn't believe her ability to be so serene all the time lasted through even this.
"Cass, what did I just tell you? - Come here, let me see your hand." Maxxie stepped toward her again, and gently took her hand in his, pulling it away from the wall. He didn't relish in her expression as he did so. The pain was evident, even if she didn't cry or scream out. That just went to prove that lashing out solved nothing, Maxxie mentally beat himself.
As he slowly turned it over, so he could see the back of it, he grimaced. The flesh was mangled, torn and frayed horribly. he couldn't see bone, though it didn't help his guilt. He'd done this to someone - someone who hadn't done anything wrong to anyone in her life. He'd done this to someone who stepped in the way of him doing it to himself...
Cradling her hand in his, he asked Cassie, "Can you move your fingers?"
Cassie smiled, "Yes. Only one at a time though. It, wow - hurts a bit more to bend them all at once." she never took her eyes off him, and for once, he wished she would. He felt like the lowest of the low. He'd hit rock bottom when he'd lost control, and dug a deeper hole than that when he connected with her.
The damage itself was worse than he expected. He didn't know he had such strength in him, and it frightened him to come to terms with it. He wasn't as harmless as he looked and acted; Maxxie was very much able to wound people.