Gah. Gah. Gah. ERW32ewdsw- hopefully people are still reading! I'm writing, I swear. XD. This chapter has combined logic in it considering I had reread the first...6 chapters and decided to throw in a BIT of logic. :)
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In a loss for words, Ville continued to stare at John's form.
"But why?"
"He's just- he knows I care about you and the people around you." John had tried to explain, giving Ville a soft smile. "Listen to me-"
"No," Ville cut him off, staring at him with harder green eyes. The silence lingered around them for a moment before John tried to talk again, with no hope. He didn't know what to say or how to explain that he had to do this. He'd looked at Ville's form for what felt like hours, just staring at him. Dalen had found his weak spot and played around with it.
"Vil-"
"No!" Ville exclaimed, twisting to look at John. His eyes now fully contacted with his own. Ville sighed. He didn't say another word as he bit down his lower lip. He was angry. He was so angry. He didn't know what to say or what to do as John stroked a part of Ville's face. "Why Dani? Why not Bam? I'm just asking because he chooses to his advantage. He doesn't care about how tight Bam and I are, he knows that me and Dani-"
"Are in a corrupt state," John had finished off for him. "He dies. You feel guilty. You've never really had a proper chat since the unveiling of the entire diabolical rapture that's related to the play. That's what he's playing at. Eliminate Dani before you get a chance to talk to him and clear things up. Because guilt hits harder than the departure from a lovely friendship - he knows. He really does."
"He's..."
"Playing on his past. Re-playing it again. Dalen had once been in your position. He likes making people feel this way. His ex-girlfriend's been killed just after they broke up. Dalen knew if his current girlfriend has been killed, he'd have no problem. Dalen's ex was named Catherine. She was obsessed with getting him back but he'd rejected her. They'd had a nasty argument before she was completely butchered. Dalen's girlfriend at that name was named Michelle. After Catherine's death, Dalen went insane and killed Michelle. Ran off before they could pin-point him and then just went on repeating the cycle. He'd been against my family for years. The bastard that killed my Father. You see, Michelle is my cousin. He'd had a grudge on my family for a long time and was angry at us. It was almost like if he killed us all then he could find redemption. Catherine had a huge hate for my Father and my family and what we stand for. After her death, that hate was plunged into Dalen. He wants to make you feel the way he did by making me kill Dani, the piece of guilt hanging in the line, the hint of sexuality that is present in both of you - and he thinks that he'd lead you into insanity. He wants you to be on his side."
Ville's face was completely pale. "Does he see himself in me?"
John didn't respond.
"I asked you a question," Ville said, now agitated. "Does he see himself in me?"
"Angel, you are nothing like him I assure you. He's a very evil man but," John took a deep breath and nodded. "He does see himself in you. He sees his anger in you, the pure lust in your eyes - he sees a mirror of himself just by looking at you, something that he thinks he can mend to his very own creation."
Ville seemed to be lost in a different time and space.
"Ville?"
Ville was lost in his trance still as he shook his head. "Why is it that at the beginning of this year, I was normal but now I'm not? What's going on? What was I thinking? I wish you were just like every other guy. Why couldn't you just rape me or something and just leave? I don't understand anything anymore. You came into my life and everything changed in this one instant. Dani's suddenly afraid of pain. Bam's addicted to it. Phil and Bam's relationship is fragile. Dani and Matt's is much stronger. I am part of a psycho's plan for revenge. Well, here's my reaction - FUCK THIS! I'm tired of this. You better leave. Now. I don't ever want to see you again-"
"At your wish, darling." John had said. His voice sounded softer. "I am not normal. My way of getting to you was not normal. I basically kidnapped you and spilled out all of your secrets and made you see the horrible truth that is your world and I did all of this with no warning. I did not think of your emotions in this play. I do realise that you will never forgive me and I do not blame you at all, apricot."
"Stop calling me after a fruit."
"Very well," John had sighed, stroking Ville's face once more before turning around to disappear into the darkness. Ville lied down onto his couch. His head into his hands, trying to think of how the world had spun from something logical into something that made no sense at all. He took another deep breath and heard his brother walk inside and his Mother screaming something in Finnish about him smashing a vase. He'd have to face the music soon and tell them all about it. He stood up, took one last deep breath before looking at his brother's face, whom seemed to be ecstatic that they were in something that seemed out of a video game.
"What next?" he'd asked, grinning.
Ville shook his head as he'd stared back at his own parents. "Go upstairs, Jesse."
He just hoped everything would be normal and sane again.
"Oh, aren't you pretty?"
Bam had turned around to hear the voice from behind him that seemed familiar. Only to realise that it had been Dani standing there with a smirk implanted onto his face. Bam had sighed. He truly had no time nor energy for this but did not say a word. He had turned around.
"You're an idiot," Dani had stated, shaking his head. "Get back to the hospital, Margera. Ville's safe."
"He's-"
"Back, affirmative. Matt had told me only moments ago. He'd went to visit him. He's fine. You, on the other hand, are not." He'd carried on, holding onto Bam's hand and looking at the cuts onto his flesh. Most of the cuts had healed Bam had noticed, except for a few that had become total scars, pinkish and clear against his skin. Bam ripped his hand out of the way, staring back at Dani with a fixed gaze.
"I-" Bam had started but was cut off by Dani's voice.
"I love you, too."
Bam had stared at him in full shock as Dani had disappeared back into the mist, leaving Bam alone to recollect his thoughts.
That morning, Ville's family had tried to break the tension of the air by visiting the Margera's. Bam hadn't talked to Ville since this disappearance and he had no idea what to say. He stared at Ville, whom had his legs crossed, a book of some sort on his lap that he pretended to be reading as his eyes were fixated onto Jesse poking Jess's shoulder whom looked quite unamused.
"You were gone for a while," was the only thing that Bam was able to say.
"Yes." Ville responded, not knowing what to say either.
"You look like you lost your watch."
"Yeah, yeah, I did. I think it's in Matt's locker though. I remember he wanted to borrow it."
"Oh."
More silence had consumed them before Bam turned his head towards Ville's face, lips trembling, eyes begging, "what in fuck's name are we doing, Ville?"
"I don't know. Trying to be normal," Ville gave a sad chuckle and a weak half-smile. "John changed everything for not only me, but you. He'd changed in it into a way I didn't want. All of a sudden, I know all of this stuff about you that I would never have guessed and all of a sudden, Dani's all hyped up on perfume and hates pain. I feel like I'm not even gonna wince if they suddenly say that Jeff's part unicorn or something. Everything's just changed. It's so fucking unfair."
"At least that's one thing we can agree about."
Bam and Ville looked at each other, sharing a secret smile.
Ville had sighed. His stomach was starting to hurt and he didn't know what to say. Jesse had grabbed onto Ville's foot and just when Ville was about to react, he'd slipped him into the water. At the quickness of the moment, Ville had started clawing at his brother's back, causing Jesse's laughter to dissolve into screams, pushing Ville back near the swimming pool wall. "Fuck." Jesse swore under his breath.
Ville stared back at Jesse's back, seeing the marks marred onto his skin.
"Are you-?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Dammit. I didn't know you could fight though."
"He does see himself in you. He sees his anger in you, the pure lust in your eyes - he sees a mirror of himself just by looking at you, something that he thinks he can mend to his very own creation." Ville tried to catch his breath. Bam had given him his inhaler in that moment as Ville took a huge gulp of it. That was it.
Maybe Dalen was right.
Maybe Ville was more capable of violence than he thought...his eyes onto the scratches of red against his brother's skin.
That night, Bam bit down onto a sandwich, looking back at Ville whom was slowly eating and staring into space. Bam had sighed. "Ville, Jesse's fine. Don't look so guilty for it. He's kinda proud that he has marks on his skin. Closest thing he'd get to a tattoo."
Ville had offered him a half-smile before he'd shrugged. "I guess you're right."
Bam had flashed him a grin before taking another bite of his food. "Dani found me. He told me you were fine."
Ville had nodded his head, digesting the information quite quickly. Bam was debating whether or not to tell him about what Dani had said before sighing and deciding that they'd had enough drama. He looked back at his plate, took another huge bite and then returned to looking at Ville cross his legs together and pretend to read his book when Bam knew that he had a thousand thoughts running into his mind. He just hoped that soon enough, they'd be back to tearing each other's hair and slapping each other's shoulders whilst singing obscene lyrics out loud where everyone could hear them.
Phil had been walking out into the cold with his leather jacket on. He'd talked to his Doctor about his Cushing's syndrome and he talked about his steroid abuse which had effected the levels of cortisol in his body, making him gain weight rapidly. He'd been off his steroids but he'd felt lousy and loveless. He'd lost a significant amount of weight just by tapering off the steroids and just got a few glands removed by surgery a day before to ensure that there would be no excess production of cortisol in his body.
He'd sighed. He felt completely and utterly unwanted. Sitting beside a bench, he'd shakily allowed himself to try and enjoy the night but wasn't able to. A car had stopped by in front of him and Phil had raised an eyebrow. A hand had gestured him to come closer.
"Get in. I need to talk to you."
Phil had raised an eyebrow and slipped into the car. He knew that he wasn't supposed to get into a stranger's car but he was alone and loveless right now. All he wanted to do was cut down this feeling of loneliness. He wanted some sort of excitement.
"John Morrison."
Phil had raised an eyebrow. "Ville's ex?"
John felt the words sting him hardly as he nodded his head. "Before him and I had broken up, he'd told me he wanted a baby. I told him to masturbate into a cup...apparently, Illiana's pregnant."
Phil gasped softly. "He doesn't know?"
"He wanted me out of his life completely," John had nodded his head. "He told me not to disturb the peace anymore. I do not blame him. In those past few months that I'd been together with him, his entire world has changed. I was the first to confront Bam's cutting habit, the first to tell them that Dani was afraid of pain, the first to confront Ville about his own past that was linked to butterflies and you..."
John blinked. "How's your Cushing's, Philip?"
Phil seemed slightly afraid for a bit before he'd shrugged. "I'm starting to look a lot more like my old self."
"You're beautiful either way."
Phil had been taken back. It had been so long that he'd been called beautiful that it made his heart soar. He'd stared back into the window, looking at the night and finally enjoying it for once. John had tapped a bar across his shoulders, offering him a Brunch Bar. Phil looked at it, confused, before he'd taken it in.
"You're starving. Your stomach's roaring. Do not listen to Bam, Phil. You're off the steroids. Your hypertension will get better as well."
Despite the fact that it creeped Phil out that John knew all of this, he didn't know what to do but take the bar and consume it. He'd eaten it so fast that John's theory was proved, Phil was indeed starving. John was driving Phil around and showing him places, telling him about the history of some of the plants and how they came to be. John had told him he was interested in the nature of flowers and fruit.
"Apricot. You call Ville-"
"Apricot," John finished it off for him and nodded his head. "When my Father was around, my Mother used to make a dessert dish that consisted of apricots and ice cream. What I'd notice about Ville was that he ate it the same way she did. I do notice the smaller things. The way he tilted his head, closing his eyes as he took a 2-second bite every moment and he is quite a slow eater. It was one thing that made me fall for him. He was security that I needed."
John had picked off an apricot from a nearby apricot tree and had given it to Phil. Phil had stared at it and Phil tried to tilt his head towards it.
"Slightly to the left."
Phil had fixed his tilt and John had nodded towards him. "Act like it's your lover when you eat it." Phil's mouth wrapped around the fuzziness of the coat of the apricot and bit into it.
"The juice just slides down a bit down your throat."
Phil had laughed slightly as he continued into the same pattern and in an instant had John's arm reached to Phil's elbow, pushing him closer. John's lips fully covering Phil's own. Phil's hands going down towards John's belt buckle...
Dalen's eyes watched as he smirked. Perfect.
John had been staring back at the darkness, where he'd seen Dalen, with sadness painted onto his face and regret for what was he about to do. He hated playing Dalen's game but there was no other way he could do this. He'd stared down at Phil, whom was soon enough, naked and underneath him.
The game has begun.
;D I like shocking you all! I'm sure ONE of these things in the chapter made you go all WTF?
X Sam.
