"The resistance you have put up has reached far past my expectations but it's about time you gave up, don't you think?"
He tried to breathe, choking on the smoke and the sensation of blazing heat as the flames danced dangerously close to his skin. His eyes closed and he wrapped his arms around himself, chest hurting and head pounding as he tried to shut himself off.
He can't let him win.
The sound of mocking laughter burned hotter than the flames and he shuddered and shook. He gritted his teeth and his hold on his own arms tightened, far past bruising and more than scarring at this point.
"You can never escape me."
He shook his head and cold numbness overtook his sweating body. He cried and screamed, his hold wavered, and his eyes snapped wide open.
Black tinted his sclera and his warm brown eyes faded to amber.
Spanner stared at the wall in front of him and blinked when he realized that he'd been chewing on the stick of his lollipop. He took the stick out of his mouth and fished for another, halting only when he realized he's already finished them in the past few hours, and he sighed.
It's been 14 minutes since Irie had left to make a quick trip to the pharmacy to get some bandages since he hadn't actually managed to patch the brunet up. He was already bleeding through Spanner's shirt by the time Irie remembered that Shamal interrupted him before he could have done what he came for and he hastened to go to the pharmacy, leaving Spanner to watch over the brunet in case something happens. Irie had always been the weaker one between them two, but he was faster. If ever he gets discovered during his trip to the pharmacy, it would be easy for him to escape, and if someone stumbles upon the warehouse they were in, Spanner could either fight him off himself or take the unconscious brunet with him and make a run for it.
The blond-haired teen shifted to a more comfortable position, toying with the stick of the lollipop by rolling it between his two fingers, and listening for anything that sounds out of place. He glanced at the bag which held his laptop and turned his head away. As much as he wanted to grab his laptop and keep himself occupied, he couldn't. Not unless Irie was here, he had to make it a priority to keep an eye out for possible intruders.
Suddenly, Spanner's hearing picked up on movement and he tensed.
Except that it wasn't from outside; the sound came from behind him.
He barely managed to evade the metal rod that sunk through the floor despite it being solid concrete and he drastically paled. Looking at him and through him with the intensity of a scorching fire, the brunet stood, evidently conscious, with the edge of the metal rod in his hands.
Spanner cursed as he dodged another blow, this time taking damage and wincing at the gash on his thigh. Wounded or not, the guy was a monster. He ran to his left and evaded the large swing which would have made a direct hit with his face had he been a second later in ducking.
"Shit," Spanner hissed as he thought of Shamal's words. "Was he right after all?"
It was unfortunate how there was absolutely nothing that he could use as a shield from the brunet's relentless attacks. The foundation of the abandoned warehouse was weak enough; one wrong move and it would collapse on them.
He was in the middle of contemplating jumping off of the building through the window when the sound of metal hitting the concrete echoed in his ears. Baffled, he turned and watched as the brunet suddenly dropped to his knees while desperately clawing at his head and unconsciously ripping the gauze clean off of himself. Blood was quick to soak through his clothing and fingers, alerting the blond-haired teen that the movements had reopened his wounds even more than they already have when they carried him here.
That caused an uncharacteristic surge of panic in Spanner as he threw caution in the wind and ran towards the teenager curling into himself as he breathed heavily through his mouth. Just when the beginnings of horrified screaming started, Spanner hurriedly shoved his hand into the brunet's mouth and he winced when the brunet latched onto it. His teeth sank and blood trickled down his fingers and arm as he, too, fought the urge to scream in pain. It had hurt more than he expected.
"Spanner I got- wha- Spanner!?"
Just in time, Irie came running around the corner with the newly bought medical supplies, momentarily frozen by the sight of Spanner on the ground, a misplaced metal bar that was dangerously close to his friend, and an undoubtedly awake brunet who was biting into Spanner's hand.
"What… are you doing, Shoichi," Spanner breathed as he closed one eye in pain. When was he going to stop biting? "Hurry… up."
"I- sorry," Irie apologized quickly as he ran to them, setting to prepare the materials and got to work. As soon as he had touched the brunet's shoulder, the mouth that clamped down on Spanner's hand tentatively let go and Irie watched with horror as blood dribbled down his chin and neck.
"What the hell happened while I was gone?"