Meaning: Disruption, natural disaster
Berwald's POV
He watched as the ambulance left with Matthais and Timo in the back. Although he wished to feel something else, his anger overwhelmed the panic. How could anyone attack someone like Timo? He is the only one here undeserving of that beating. Matthais waved awkwardly from the window in the back but Berwald couldn't bring himself to move. He felt sick.
'It was my fault, don't get hurt Berwald.' In his most pained moment, he was thinking of me? How? A wretch like me doesn't deserve the even the dirt he walks on.
They couldn't have gotten far; by Berwald's calculations, they were probably on the other side of the carpark by now. Those bastards will be left in the same state as Timo- if not worse. Berwald couldn't stop the anger rising in his chest; nor could he stop his shaking. He was hard to anger but these bastards have crossed the line. He began to walk through the building, to find a rather shocked crowd of people gather around him.
"What has happened!?" Eduard cried in a frenzy "Matt ran through here screaming about Timo?" He was almost in tears but Berwald couldn't care less- he had a group of people to attend to.
"Please let me go" Berwald spoke through gritted teeth.
"I'm coming with you, ok?" Eduard called after the furious man, running to his side. "I'm sorry, but I need to get answers"
"And so do I, where do you think I am going?" Berwald let the venom spew from his words. If he weren't in such an angered state, he would have answered the man politely. Unfortunately, Eduard-or being polite for that matter- were low on his list of important things.
"Who was it?" Eduard asked, still trying to keep up with Berwald's large strides. Maybe this could actually help.
"Someone called Ivan, I'm not too sure of his last name." Eduard let out a horrified gasp.
"You mean Braginski was behind this?" he spoke, still utterly terrified of that name. Where had he heard that before? Many talk of that name but not in a good way; I mean he wasn't invited to Matthais' party and that crazy bastard gets on with everyone.
"Yeah, I'm assuming. Unless there is another bastard named Ivan around here." Berwald shot an annoyed glance back at the small Estonian. He then sighed lightly "I'm sorry Ed, I'm just not in a good mood at the moment."
"It's ok! I understand." Eduard said no more and Berwald was grateful of it. Ed wasn't one that Berwald could see himself hating, not to mention the fact that he is Timo's best friend, and he wants to keep things civil. The anger in the pit of his stomach made it almost impossible for him to answer properly; it was better if nothing was said at all then.
"Oh, Berwald. My promise still stands. If you break his heart, or so much as harm a hair on his head for that matter, I won't hesitate to kill you." Eduard added, meaning every word. "I-"
Berwald cut off Eduard as they reacted a group of young men. The Estonian saw Braginski and squeaked in fear; he was seriously considering running in the opposite direction.
"Is that him?" Berwald almost snarled to a frozen Eduard, all he did was squeak a small 'yes'
The Russian was stood tall, his hands crossed behind his back and an imposing smirk lay upon his face. His gaze fell down at Berwald from his reddening, aqualine nose. He was wearing a black suit and a rather oddly placed pastel pink scarf.
"What do you want?" he spat through a thick accent. "Are you more of my father's clients?" The man's nonchalance infuriated Berwald to no end; he simply had to bite his tongue in order to keep him from saying something that he would regret.
"I have no idea who your father is." Berwald spat, unintentionally making Eduard jump further. "And my business is with you and this pathetic gang."
"You do not know who my father is? This foreigner must have money then." Ivan turned to look at his gang with an amused smirk before looking back to Berwald. They all laughed at this, proof that he all of them under a spell of sorts. "All the foreign kids are in debt with my father but you are the smart one."
"You're disgusting" Berwald snarled, raising his lip in anger. "There is a special place in hell for people like you"
"Oh, did I hurt someone dear to you?" Ivan cooed sarcastically. "Must've been a shame if someone like you thinks he can take on my whole gang"
"Yes you did" Berwald tried to make that sound as filled with anger as possible but he just sounded vulnerable and in pain. He moved closer to Ivan; although his words seemingly carried no anger, every fibre of his being did.
"Ah, was it the Finn? Pretty boy he is, it's a shame I'm with someone or I would-" Ivan's leering was cut off by Berwald's fist. He couldn't stop after one; he landed another and another- managing to get the massive Russian to the floor. It only took 10 punches and a stamp on his stomach to put him out for a small while.
"You are a bastard!" he bawled before the gang made their way into the 'fight'.
The larger of the 3 men grabbed Berwald by the arms and the other two took turns to punch him in the stomach. He endured this agony for a few punches- kicking back when the time was right. The smallest was on the floor next to Ivan; he was holding a knife. Berwald hesitated but then knew what he was to do. He grabbed the knife and stabbed, twisting it into the man's leg. Just enough to break the skin. He spun around to meet the other two men- they had also pulled out knives.
"K'mon then big guy. Dance for your pretty boy." the dark haired man jeered, swinging his knife around as much as possible. Whilst distracted, the other man had made his way to Berwald's back. He kicked him swiftly in the back, sending the Swede to the floor. Berwald let out a yelp of pain before the two men began kicking him again. First in the stomach, then in the head. Again, he endured this until he saw his escape. The darker haired man stopped; he knelt down to spit in Berwald's face. He drew back in disgust as the saliva landed near his eyes- then he stabbed the man in the back of the hand.
A blood curdling scream came from the man as he drew back and ran. Only one left now. -3 wiped the spit from his face and stood up.
"You think you're gonna have an easier time cause it's only me? Oh what a misconception. Sorry kid bu-" Berwald stopped him with a swift kick to the shins. The man fell to the floor on his side, Berwald looming over him.
"When you want to do something, don't talk about it" Berwald muttered before stamping on the man's knee. A snapping noise came from the man and his scream was cut short. "Just do it in future"
He sauntered over to a still indisposed Ivan, who was lay on the floor after a few punches.
"I'm guessing you have your goons do all the work when it comes to people your size. Pathetic. Now go and collect them" Berwald spat in Ivan's face before walking away with the knife.
Eduard was still stood in the area, a shaking mess. Unfortunately for his nerves, Berwald was also still carrying the knife.
"Hey, I'm sorry I threatened you, I didn't mean to! I'm just looking after my friend and I would never be able to hurt my friend's friend!" Eduard rambled, his hands waving in the air. Berwald just dropped his knife and hugged Eduard.
"I'm sorry that I scare you." he spoke- this being just to get Eduard to shut up. He hated affection, unless from certain people; thankfully, Eduard doesn't know this.
"I...it's ok!" he spoke, almost grateful of the man's changes. "Hey, don't worry about this mess. As long as you take the knife, no one will know it was you. No one in this college would ever take their sides and they get into fights like this often." Eduard nodded, pushing his glasses up nervously and breaking away from the hug.
"This knife is mine now" Berwald smiled darkly, picking it up and examining it. It was a switchblade fashioned out of a metal, Chinese-style dragon. The very end of the tail was the lever to the blade. "I like it."
"Do you want to go see Timo, he's been asking about you" Eduard spoke, looking to the floor. No matter who this came from, it still took Berwald by surprise.
"Er...y..yes"
"What the hell have I done Eduard? I could have killed that man." Berwald looked to the floor in dismay. "I don't want to get angry but I do. It's part of me and it shouldn't be." Berwald screwed his face up and felt like crying.
"You did what you needed to Ber; you have done the entire college a favour. Now those crones won't be active for a few weeks, we can all have some times to ourselves." Eduard smiled "I think I understand you Berwald. Your love for Timo is pure, and I respect that. Just be careful with him and yourself ok?"
"I could never hurt him. I would actually kill myself before hurting him, please never forget that." Berwald spoke, meaning every word, before walking into the hospital.
"Hello, we are on our way to see Timo Väinämöinen." Eduard announced to the nurse at the desk. She tapped away at her computer with a smile and then turned back to them.
"He's in the A and E block, I'll phone someone down to take you to him if you want honey." the lady in her mid thirties spoke. Her thick Californian accent was the only thing Berwald could note about her; apart from the excessive smiling. The only think that differentiates the Americans from the British, I suppose.
"My colleague, Natalie, will be down soon. She works in the ward and was Timo's doctor today. He had such a nasty attack, no?" Berwald blocked the conversation out in panic. It was as though his world had been obliterated around him. The ringing in his ears grew louder and louder- he then crashed to the floor.
"Hey Ber?" a familiar voice brought Berwald back to consciousness. He peeled open his eyes to see Timo smiling sweetly over him. Timo is over me? Berwald looked around in confusion, to see himself lay on a bed.
"What happened?" Berwald groaned, trying to focus on Timo's beautiful face. It was corrupted by stitched and dressings though. Even like that, he is still beautiful.
"You passed out in the reception. Berwald are you ok? You worried me! Eduard took your things to the waiting room, I don't know why but I didn't ask. Oh Berwald, what happened to you?"
"I beat them up.." he strained, holding his stomach. The pain was seering through his stomach and into his back. "They won't bother you any more Timo."
"Oh Berwald." Timo exclaimed softly. "You have hurt yourself for me?" His soft face smiled gently as he caressed Berwald's face.
"I would do it all again if I had to" Berwald spoke, closing his eyes for a moment.
"They have patched up your wounds, you were quite beaten up!" Timo informed Berwald, concern filling his seemingly steady voice.
"Trust me, they received worse." Berwald nodded firmly, ignoring the pain in his face. He hadn't realised when he walked into the hospital but he had a mass of bruises and small cuts to the face.
"Get some rest now, ok? Matthais and Eduard will take us back to the dorm tomorrow- I promise." Timo kissed Berwald's hair, the Swede felt as though all of his pain had gone. All he needed was here and the man just kissed him. Even if it was only platonic, it meant the world to him.
"Where will you go?" Berwald managed to choke out.
"I'll be waiting here for you, now get some sleep ok?"