A/N:
Hey guys, daltonacademybro here! So this story is based off of the song Radioactive by Imagine Dragons, but is /not/ a song fic. hopefully this story won't end up in the back of my mind for long. I've got a huuuge thing planned. so bear with me here. so enjoy Ch. 1 of Radioactive :D
May 23rd, 2012
Evan and Ethan Brightman were raiding their home, stockpiling their supplies in case they were to stay longer than expected. While they were in their (far too lavish) kitchen, they heard the front door swing open.
"Present yourself!" Ethan barked, standing in position opposite his brother, crouching behind the counter.
"Thomas Dwight Houston, 17 years old, former student of Dalton Academy, also known as Windsor's White Knight. Boyfriend of Ethan Luke Brightman." He added with a small smile.
Ethan sighed in relief and got up from behind the counter, hugging his boyfriend tightly.
"You need to stop going out there, you keep scaring the shit out of me."
"Someone needs to keep tabs on the place. This is one of the only safe havens left. You're almost full to the brim." Dwight said, nodding upstairs to where 10 or 11 survivors resided.
Evan rolled his eyes.
"Dwight, it's not like we don't have room.."
"It's not that, it's supplies. We can't go to the store without getting mauled by a heard of the Undead."
"Whatever," Ethan said. "Anything new?"
Dwight looked down with a grim look on his face.
"Kurt's dead. and Blaine's still missing, but until we find something else, we can just assume he is too."
The twins jaws dropped simultaneously in horror.
"But-"
"Alice and-"
"The White Rabbit-"
"Shit!" They said together, both tensing up. Kurt was one if their best fighters, and he had fallen. And Blaine, well, he kept Kurt sane.
"I know, it's bad, but don't you see what this means? We have to relocate, and soon. Dalton is practically overrun. We aren't safe here!" Dwight said, raising his hands in the air for emphasis.
"Where else are we gonna go?" Ethan asked. "There isn't a place in the United States that's safe."
"Exactly. The /United States/. So we're going to have to go international."
"This is insane." Evan said, hopping off the counter and pacing. "Even if we agreed to do that, where exactly would we go catch a flight? Airports are fucking breeding grounds."
Dwight snorted.
"I'd pilot. I'm not stupid, I can fly a jet."
"You. You can fly a jet?" Ethan asked.
"That's just one of the many things you don't know about me, sweetheart."
Evan glared at Dwight.
"Enough with the flirting, in case you have realized, we're in the midst of an apocalypse."
"Please, as if you don't do the same thing with Sebastian."
"Whatever, this conversation is turning irrelevant. Is this jet of yours actually equipped to fly overseas or what?"
"Evan, I've planned for this my entire life. It's probably equipped to fly out to Pluto and back."
Right then, two figures came bounding down the steps.
"Jeff? Nick? What're you guys doing awake? You can't be moving around after last night, you almost got torn to pieces." Evan said.
"There's another one. In the nursery." Jeff panted, trying to catch his breath.
"We locked it in but that's all we could do." Nick said.
"Oh god, not again..it's like we have an aura." Dwight announced. "Like we automatically attract Dalton Undead."
The twins both got up and rushed upstairs, guns at the ready.
"Holy shit, you guys have guns?" Sebastian said, having peeked out from the doorway of he and Evan's room.
"Babe, why are you so fascinated by weapons?"
"C'mon, Tweedledee, lets go kick some zombie ass!" Ethan roared, obviously too in the moment to care about waking other people up.
Evan grinned, following his brother to the nursery.
"On my count," Ethan whispered. "One. Two. Three-"
"Hey, don't the Tweedles boyfriends get to give them their good luck kisses?"
"Sorry, too busy saving their asses." They both replied with a wicked smirk, barging into the nursery.
There they saw yet another rotting Warblerland friend.
"Bailey.."
"How are we gonna do this, we can't kill him!"
"We have to.." Evan said.
Ethan sighed, nodding reluctantly.
"Let's do this."
They both ran at the zombified Baliey, striking him from the front and the behind.
The zombie went down, but not for long.
"Evan, I can't do this, I can't.."
"We have to! I know that it's Bailey, but we're protecting the people we love...we're doing this for them! To prevent them getting hurt. We can do it, and we will."
"Pinky promise?" Ethan asked hopefully, holding out his pinky from his position on the floor.
Evan grinned and took it.
"Pinky promise."
"...Evan! Where's my Swiss?"
"I don't know!" Evan replied, getting up and hauling his brother with him.
Ethan thought for a moment.
"Looks like I'll have to take matters into my own hands."
He sighed and placed both his hands on either side of Bailey's head, twisting his neck before letting him fall to the ground. Evan kicked it cautiously.
"Yep. Dead."
"Well, that was /quite/ a show wasn't it?" came a voice from the doorway.
Sebastian and Dwight were residing in the doorway, both of them ogling at their respective boyfriends.
"God, nothing hotter than a Tweedle killing a zombie."
"Agreed.."
"You know, you could've helped us-" Ethan said, quirking his eyebrow at his boyfriend.
"Instead of checking out our asses from the hallway." Evan finished, giving an identical look to Sebastian.
They both grinned. It had been a while since they'd finished each others sentences.
Jeff ran up the staircase to the two couples, standing in the doorway with his hands on his hips.
"If those zombies kill my boyfriend, or worse, rip up these clothes, I will set fire to this house. Move. It." he said.
"Fuck, there's more?" Sebastian asked, half-hiding behind Evan.
"Uh, Jeff, you're going all sassy gay on us again.." Dwight said, taking care of staying close to his boyfriend.
"I don't care. I'm tired of all this zombie crap. I know all the Windsors prepared for it and everything, but we're going to be outnumbered soon if we don't get better protection around this house. And my closet is almost empty, and I can't go out and buy new clothes."
"Jeff's right, we've gotta take better care of this house. We can't stay here forever and have more of us killed. While we're here we might as well stay alive." Ethan said, leaning back against Dwight.
"Right. Let's go, it's literally Nick against like four of them. I knew he'd be fine for a bit but not for long." Jeff said, turning and rushing back down the staircase.
"I wanna help." Sebastian said, looking to his boyfriend for permission.
"Seb, you literally know next to nothing about killing zombies." Evan said, breaking free from his boyfriend's hold.
"But I wanna protect you. I hate staying up in our room and being practically useless!" he argued, crossing his arms.
While the couple were arguing, Ethan and Dwight snuck away to join the fight.
"You okay, Dwight?" Ethan asked, squeezing his hand.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just tired of all this stuff. All the zombies and everything." Dwight said.
"I know. but we'll get through it. together." The blonde said, placing a light kiss on Dwight's lips before running off to join the fight.
Dwight mentally shook himself before going in.
Upstairs, Sebastian and Evan were still arguing.
"Again, why can't I help fight?" Sebastian asked, pouting slightly.
"We've been over this before. You can't fight to save your life, literally. I don't want you to get hurt."
"I won't get hurt!" Sebastian said defiantly, crossing his arms.
"Says the man who gave himself a black eye using a pencil sharpener.."
"That was an accident.."
"it won't be an "accident" when you get yourself killed, Seb. I don't want anything to happen to you, okay? Just stay out of trouble for now."
Sebastian snorted.
"Oh, you're one to talk for staying out of trouble."
Evan reached over and grabbed Sebastian by his collar, forcing him towards his own face and looking at him straight in the eye.
"Sebastian Smythe, you better fucking listen to me right now. Yes, I used to be a troublemaker and whatnot, but that was before our school was, y'know, attacked by a damn zombie outbreak. Dalton was my /home./ It had you and quite frankly that should be all I ever need, but since there are zombies everywhere, I'd rather protect you than have you be killed or something. I love you, but you just can't fight. Maybe I'll train you, but not right now. Please, just try not to hurt yourself while I'm downstairs. For me." Evan pleaded, trying to make his boyfriend understand.
Sebastian let out a drawn-out sigh (which at that point Evan was ready to smack him for) and wrapped his arms around the blonde boy.
"Okay. Fine. But, will you teach me how to fight?"
"'Course I will, but like I said, not now." Evan said, eventually releasing the taller boy's collar from his grip.
"Y'know.." Sebastian started. "That was pretty hot."
Evan turned and walked away towards the staircase, grumbling. "Shut the hell up, Smythe." He went to go down the stairs, but not before turning back around and sending a wink towards his boyfriend.
"Damn you, Evan! You can't just do that."
"Sweetheart, I think I can."
Pleased with the result, Evan blew Sebastian a kiss before joining the fight downstairs with his comrades.
