So. I have come up with another few Mortal Instruments ideas (including a cute songfic fluff~!), but they're all on my laptop, and I'm using the big desktop with the internet. (Does anyone except me still use the big desktops with the huge screens and the fat mods?)
This just kind of happened.
Run, he'd said. Just run and I'll be there.
His ankle had just healed from being broken. Two weeks after some highly improvised 'therapy' and stretching and cursing, he thought he wouldn't have to worry about fleeing at top speed.
His ankle gave out and he fell hard onto the wet pavement. He cried out as the skin on his elbows, hands, and left forearm tore in scrapes and slashes. But he struggled to his feet and kept running.
Crow was scared, cold, wet, panicky, and wanted desperately to cry. His lungs burned. His muscles screamed. His ankle throbbed with every step. He fell again, this time into a puddle. He stay there, choking for air, on all fours, staring into the water. Shielded by his body, it became undisturbed by raindrops. His marker glared back at him.
The marker that had probably led the bastards straight to them.
With a desperate cry, Crow struggled upright and splashed away.
.x.
Jack had never cried. Never lost control of his emotions. Never panicked. Never been scared.
Okay, there was that once when Crow fell from the roof and shattered his collarbone. But Jack had only panicked a little.
Maybe a little more than a little.
He couldn't hear anything but the wail of sirens fading in his ears and the blood rushing in his head. He could feel his heart slamming like a song with too much bass. His arm was still bleeding from where he had fallen on a jagged piece of trash. Gritting his teeth against the pain, he rounded a corner and although he wanted to slow down—badly, he wanted to slow down—he didn't dare.
He stumbled. Fell. Swore. Got up. Kept running.
"Run. Go! I'll meet you at the hideout!"
"But Kiryu—"
"Jack, run!"
Kiryu's last yelled command, screamed over a peal of bass thunder, echoed like the sirens in Jack's ears.
He had never cried, panicked, been scared, screamed, wailed, or done any of those things.
He was panicky.
He was drop-dead terrified.
He wanted to cry so badly his chest throbbed.
He wanted to scream for Kiryu, for Crow and Yusei.
But he kept running. And kept silent.
.x.
Yusei was the first to arrive.
He was like Jack. He always kept his emotions in careful check, more for Crow's sake than anyone else's. The youngest, the most naïve, the one who looked up to his three brothers for everything. Seeing Yusei cry would scare him more than any gunshot, siren, Security, anything.
But he wasn't here.
Yusei slid down the wall, put his head between his knees, and took a trembling breath. The wild terror, rage, and protective love in Kiryu's eyes had torn Yusei's heart in two. He wanted to stay right there beside him—they were only another challenge, right? Another fight to face, another duel to win.
But he knew that wasn't true.
They had to split up.
They had to get away.
They had to leave Kiryu behind.
And that was more painful than anything.
So Yusei started crying.
After all, he was alone. No little brother to scare.
So he let it all out.
Okay, so I was trying to kill a cockroach in my sink, right? And those stupid things don't drown. I swear. I'm drop-dead terrified of cockroaches, and they don't drown. It's super unnerving to find one in your sink when you're brushing your teeth, crawling up the drain. So I'm trying to wash it down and it keeps crawling back up, and when it tried to crawl back up for about the fifth time, I slammed the stop down and it split clean in two with this awful cracking noise, and I almost puked right there.