Warnings: Violence, Language, and Gene in a drunken rage. Poor Jim! ;_;
"Damn you!" The voice shouted as Jim was thrown against the wall. A sickening thud echoed in the room when Jim's head hit.
Groggily Jim opened his eyes, while gasping for lost air. He was lifted again this time mercifully by the collar of his shirt. Jim's face was drawn close to the assailant's face. He blinked in attempt to rid himself of nausea, but a whiff of alcohol stained breath only made it worse.
"Why did you do it?" The question was asked with quiet anger. Jim struggled to understand what was asked, but with his head spinning it was very difficult. In fact he had only just figured out that Gene was the one attacking him.
Gen stared Jim down, as he let go of Jim's shirt. Jim was standing for the first time in minutes, but Gene was not letting Jim go. Roughly he pinned Jim to the wall with one hand around Jim's neck. With the other hand Gene gently caressed Jim's bruised cheek. Jim shuddered, because such a kind action promised pain.
"Why did you pour it down the drain?" Gene asked as his eyes lowered threateningly at Jim.
Jim's eyes widened in realization to what was asked, and tears ran for no physical pain. "Damn it Gene. I might as well ask you why you drink it." There was defiantly venom in his voice, but he looked more like a frightened puppy than an angry viper. Gene growled as he raised his fist. Instinctively Jim cringed.
"Gene you should learn to control your anger." interrupted Gilliam.
Gene let go of Jim as he stormed over to the little pink bot. Jim began to retreat to the front door in hopes of leaving alive.
"Who asked you." Gene spoke with no attempt to hide his rage.
Before Gilliam could reply though there was a metallic click. Gene turned to see Jim opening the door. "Where the hell do you think you are going." Gene shouted.
All Jim could do was freeze. His mind told his legs to run, but they could not or would not move. Once again his sanity left, and laughter began. He sank down on the floor in hysterical laughter.
If it was possible Gene's anger only grew. "You think this is funny?!" Gene grabbed a hold of Gilliam.
"Gene what are you doing?" It asked.
Instead of answering he through Gilliam at Jim like a pitch would through a baseball.
"Gene I was not designed to be used as a projectile. Gilliam commented in the air.
Meanwhile Jim was still laughing on the floor. A loud crack echoed in the room as Gilliam struck Jim in the lower ribs. Jim was brought out of his hysterics with a gasp of pain. Jim grabbed his side, and struggled to stand up. Jim had had enough.
With a determined gleam in his eyes Jim spoke. "You want to know why I did it. Then I will tell you. I'm sick of watching you drink to death. That's all you do any more, and I am sick of it."
Jim drew in a slow breath, and continued before his courage ran out. "And do you know why I'm sick of it? I'll tell you. It's not because it digs a hole in our budget. Also it's not because you get angry and beat the crap out of me. It's because I love you, Gene. I love you with all my heart."
Quite tears ran down Jim's cheeks. Gene simply looked at Jim with shock. While raking his fingers in his hair Jim went on. "I've known this for a long time. Sometimes I was jealous of Melfina when you held her in your arms and kissed her. I had even wished she was not there, but when....."
Gene tackled Jim in to the wall. With out a thought he showered Jim with punches, and it did not take long for blood to be spilt from the beating. Just a suddenly as it had begun though it stopped. You could almost see the steam come off Gene as he went to open the door. Jim lifted his bloody face from the floor to look at Gene.
Gene glared at Jim and growled, "Get out. Find someone else to fuck your ass." A cruel smile played on Gene's lips as he continued. "I bet Fred Lou would be more than willing to."
Jim just blinked in shock. "I said get your ass out!" Gene yelled. Jim got up as fast as he could, and ran as fast as his broken body would take him.
Jim ran the whole night only stopping when he fell on his face. When he got up ran some more, but this time he was limping. He did not stop utile he reached his destination at dawn. He was surprised to find were he had run to, but was to tiered to run any longer. He walked to the door, and rung the door bell. There he collapsed in to an uneasy sleep.
"Damn you!" The voice shouted as Jim was thrown against the wall. A sickening thud echoed in the room when Jim's head hit.
Groggily Jim opened his eyes, while gasping for lost air. He was lifted again this time mercifully by the collar of his shirt. Jim's face was drawn close to the assailant's face. He blinked in attempt to rid himself of nausea, but a whiff of alcohol stained breath only made it worse.
"Why did you do it?" The question was asked with quiet anger. Jim struggled to understand what was asked, but with his head spinning it was very difficult. In fact he had only just figured out that Gene was the one attacking him.
Gen stared Jim down, as he let go of Jim's shirt. Jim was standing for the first time in minutes, but Gene was not letting Jim go. Roughly he pinned Jim to the wall with one hand around Jim's neck. With the other hand Gene gently caressed Jim's bruised cheek. Jim shuddered, because such a kind action promised pain.
"Why did you pour it down the drain?" Gene asked as his eyes lowered threateningly at Jim.
Jim's eyes widened in realization to what was asked, and tears ran for no physical pain. "Damn it Gene. I might as well ask you why you drink it." There was defiantly venom in his voice, but he looked more like a frightened puppy than an angry viper. Gene growled as he raised his fist. Instinctively Jim cringed.
"Gene you should learn to control your anger." interrupted Gilliam.
Gene let go of Jim as he stormed over to the little pink bot. Jim began to retreat to the front door in hopes of leaving alive.
"Who asked you." Gene spoke with no attempt to hide his rage.
Before Gilliam could reply though there was a metallic click. Gene turned to see Jim opening the door. "Where the hell do you think you are going." Gene shouted.
All Jim could do was freeze. His mind told his legs to run, but they could not or would not move. Once again his sanity left, and laughter began. He sank down on the floor in hysterical laughter.
If it was possible Gene's anger only grew. "You think this is funny?!" Gene grabbed a hold of Gilliam.
"Gene what are you doing?" It asked.
Instead of answering he through Gilliam at Jim like a pitch would through a baseball.
"Gene I was not designed to be used as a projectile. Gilliam commented in the air.
Meanwhile Jim was still laughing on the floor. A loud crack echoed in the room as Gilliam struck Jim in the lower ribs. Jim was brought out of his hysterics with a gasp of pain. Jim grabbed his side, and struggled to stand up. Jim had had enough.
With a determined gleam in his eyes Jim spoke. "You want to know why I did it. Then I will tell you. I'm sick of watching you drink to death. That's all you do any more, and I am sick of it."
Jim drew in a slow breath, and continued before his courage ran out. "And do you know why I'm sick of it? I'll tell you. It's not because it digs a hole in our budget. Also it's not because you get angry and beat the crap out of me. It's because I love you, Gene. I love you with all my heart."
Quite tears ran down Jim's cheeks. Gene simply looked at Jim with shock. While raking his fingers in his hair Jim went on. "I've known this for a long time. Sometimes I was jealous of Melfina when you held her in your arms and kissed her. I had even wished she was not there, but when....."
Gene tackled Jim in to the wall. With out a thought he showered Jim with punches, and it did not take long for blood to be spilt from the beating. Just a suddenly as it had begun though it stopped. You could almost see the steam come off Gene as he went to open the door. Jim lifted his bloody face from the floor to look at Gene.
Gene glared at Jim and growled, "Get out. Find someone else to fuck your ass." A cruel smile played on Gene's lips as he continued. "I bet Fred Lou would be more than willing to."
Jim just blinked in shock. "I said get your ass out!" Gene yelled. Jim got up as fast as he could, and ran as fast as his broken body would take him.
Jim ran the whole night only stopping when he fell on his face. When he got up ran some more, but this time he was limping. He did not stop utile he reached his destination at dawn. He was surprised to find were he had run to, but was to tiered to run any longer. He walked to the door, and rung the door bell. There he collapsed in to an uneasy sleep.