Shit, I'm sorry everyone. I went through a horrible breakup, and graduated at around the same time. My life has been pretty hectic lately. Apologies if the quality isn't up to par. thanks for bearing with me though. o:
Since I forgot my separate Tumblr account, you can find updates and whatnot on .com and my DeviantArt, which is Sapphrix-XV. Oh yeah, and I love penguins.
Exams.
"Did you hear that?"
"Why wouldn't I pay attention to a shriek like that? Oh yeah, because it happens all the damn time."
"Jeez Axel, you didn't have to elaborate yourself. A simple yes or no would have sufficed."
The screams coming from a few rooms to the right increased in volume and shaped into something a bit more feminine. Whoever it was, they were putting up quite a struggle from the bangs and crashes being emitted from the same area.
"Shh, listen Roxas. Pay attention."
"No! This is a fucking outrage! The nerve you have to just confiscate what is rightfully mine!"
"Miss Valencia, please calm yourself! Attempting to construct your own needles for utterly destructive purposes is completely out of line and will not be tolerated. Now comply to what is being demanded of you or suffer the consequences."
Roxas slightly backed up on the stiff mattress that had the texture of grimy foam and peered down.
"It's like these walls are paper thin."
Axel chuckled in response. "They only raise their voices to exploit us and try to make examples for future incidents."
The door keeping the two trapped in the barely formidable room was opened, and a young woman stood in the doorway with a scowl on her face. Behind her the female fueling fore to her own scene was being dragged away like a helpless ragdoll. Pale blonde locks of hair felw in all sorts of variou directions as she clawed at the gaudy, cracked, tiled ground.
The woman remaining in the doorway signaled Roxas over with a curling index finger. he stared back as blankly as the shabby homework he turned at school. She wasn't too pleased at the lack of compliance, and began irritably tapping one of her ebony boots on the floor. Axel nudged Roxas to step forward and leave with someone else new to do who knew what. as he nodded and stepped to his unknown fate, a sharp pain shot across his temple.
"Now is your chance Roxas...
You can escape from here...
Get rid of her.
She is an obstacle!"
Adrenaline began to pump through warm blooded veins as Roxas charged toward the woman and performed a side kick at the door. The force applied made it slam forward and right into the woman, breaking her fragile nose and causing blood to instantly gush she screamed in shock and horror. He didn't care at all what he just caused. More of the staff arrived and rushed her to the instacare wing as Roxas was attempting to flee the place he knew nothing about. Not familiar with the floor plan and scheme of the building, he quickly found his way to a dead end with nowhere to go except a locked pair of doors that posed a sign above in a language he couldn't possibly decipher.
A few of the staff members had been hot on his trail, waiting for just the right moment to swoop in and snatch up their rogue prize. They now had him cornered, unable to scurry away as if he were a frightened rat. And he sure portrayed the part with fierceness in his eyes and a twisted grin upon his angsty facade.
"Come now, Roxas, we mean you no harm." One of the group, a fairly built male, stepped forward to take the initiative.
"Bullshit!" Roxas spat back in a rage, unable to control any actions made from this point on. His eyes shifted from side to side in a menacing glare towards those who were here to take control of him. Take over his free will. Such copious amounts of compliance ex[ected that it angered him even more so.
"Shut your mouth, kid." the man's tone immediately became just as hostile as the one possessed by Roxas. "I don't have the time to play this game of pointless banter. Now come with us, or the outcome of your refusal will be none too pleasant." His foot tapped the tile impatiently as a wave of violent motives swept across the group's minds.
Roxas gave a reply with the single gesture of raising his middle finger to them in defiance. A smug little smirk arose when the reaction of disgust reached their faces. But what was to happen now? This was a place to hold him trapped. render him helpless in terms of escape. He knew they wouldn't leave him be. But the plan formulating in his noggin was deemed far too slow when a liquid dipped dart slammed into his neck. Two members gave a quick high five for an accurate shot. Roxas managed a glare laced with hatred as his vision grew hazy and he dropped to his knees.
"Fucking...shit..."
The man who had stepped forward in the beginning of this escapade now picked up Roxas's unconscious frame and hoisted it over his shoulders. At least the kid had provided some form of entertainment. But then again, he was warned. After Roxas woke, he was going to regret not coming back by choice.
The next week was spent by undergoing a series of grueling tests in which Roxas was worked raw. He was provided with just enough nutrition to prevent the risk of passing out, but he knew they could give a shit less what became of him. He was just another plaything, a marionette on the looming stage of cheap mockery, and when the performance was over he would be shut away and forgotten until his next show. His strings would soon be cut loose in a catastrophic denouement.
Then the stage would now be set for a beautiful disaster.
Most days Roxas was too groggy to even concentrate on the mental and physical tasks thrown at him in an intentionally bitter manner. His body was under the influence of 1.5mg of Serenace administered to him three times a day. Popping pills was usually a casual hobby, but these caused him to projectile vomit and make his vision extremely foggy. Temporary side effects, they said. Could potentially become worse, they told him. I'll fucking make you overdose, he swore in his mind. With pouring inner bile from his mouth onto the walls of a bathroom that had the strong smell of marijuana and fornication, and being run down to the bone in punishment of that time he attempted to escape on his first day, the aura surrounding his whole entity was pulsing with angst, debilitation, and an increasing craving for nicotine.
It wasn't like there was anyone available to converse with either, seeing as how the physical strenuations required him to be in a practically soundproof room. On the outside world, the people he associated with could barely be known as friends, more like acquaintances he hooked up with when in need of a social encounter or a quick fix of booze. It was a surge of unwanted acceptance. But still here he was, aching to get in a heated verbal retaliation with someone else just to analyze his own mind and achieve contemptible amusement.
Roxas finally obtained his moment nine days after the attempted escape when he was shoved into a bleakly lit room. Off to the corner of his sights, he spotted a tuft of crimson hair.
"Hey hey, Blondielocks. You just gonna stand there?" Sarcasm danced around the tone.
So it was Axel. Good. Although there wasn't much to work with from just two encounters, Roxas felt a strange comfort surrounding him when he was around Axel. The guy definitely looked like he knew his way around the place, and he would be the perfect utility for an escape. Of course, that was merely a thought, and not a motive. There was something about Axel that struck Roxas as so...mysterious. Axel was that forgotten song, cherished but the name and lyrics lost in the crevices of one's mind.
"And be strained even more? Nah, I'll fuckin pass, thank you... Is there even a bed in here?"
"Get yer ass over here and see."
That response was so cool in inflection, so inviting. Roxas found himself warming at the sound of his voice. He wasn't sure if it was from not being in any decent contact other than with the ones directing his labors, or if it was something else pulling on his temperature. Nevertheless, he strode over to the sound of the voice hitting his ears like the softest velvet. From the strained looks of it, there was only one mattress in the damn place. He let out a sigh and turned to the glowing emerald eyes.
"So...where am I anyways?"
Axel let out a chuckle and sighed back in amusement.
"Our room. Apparently the ringleaders think i'm the perfect act to entice you with good behavior. Little do they know that i'm the lion who takes the show by the mane."
"That metaphor at the end made me want to gag."
"Second that motion. Anyways, this really is the only bed. For now, until tomorrow. I'll relinquish it, I guess. Unless... you wanna snuggle buggle uggles?"
Axel cooed at the blonde, mockingly referencing the baby face he possessed. Roxas replied with rubbing the back of his head in indecisiveness.
"Er...I really don't want to steal your shit seeing as how i'm the one barging up in your personal space..and you do have a queen...which is beyond me...i guess we can crash on the same mattress for tonight."
Even though Roxas couldn't make out his hand in front of his face, he knew somehow that Axel was grinning. The redhead claimed the spot closest to the wall, and in the state of paranoia and cautiousness to remind him that he was in the same room as a rapist, he took the side easiest to roll off and land face flat onto the floor.
For a few minutes, the silence was creeping up one the duo, right when Roxas was waiting for a snore to erupt, Axel poked him on the side.
"Hey Hikari, where'd you come from anyways? Or am I proddin into your life too soon?"
The question struck Roxas with a verbal icicle through his eyes. Yawning, he shrugged.
"I grew up in the big city, nothing much about me. My parents really hated me because I wasn't of the vagina gender. they would pull the 'we wish we had a daughter instead" card whenever I would screw up. They kept a lot of secrets from me. Even on our heritage, but it's whatever."
"Uhh, that's odd. But apparently you must have made an impression to be locked away in an asylum. You ever do drugs? They're some crazy things, man."
Axel began to chew on his nails, a victim of a dirty habit to break free of.
"Sure as hell have. I'd think someone like you would have easily sniffed that out. There was a summer group I met in these apartments. We would go out to the pool and get wasted out of our minds during a tom of the nights, with any alcohol we had obtained recently. Sometimes there would be some reefer to roll in a blunt, and it seemed like there was an endless supply of cigarettes. Every so often, we would pop pills and take trips to the 7-Eleven that was right down the street. I remember trying shrooms a couple of times too. I just felt relaxed, yknow? It wasn't like I ever went home inebriated. Those were my people, and they accepted me sober or not. that was probably the only time I sacrificed my energy to actually spend time with someone other than my hand."
There was a silence momentarily, and Roxas felt as if he had blabbed yet again and ruined a potential friendship yet again. Axel laughed and nodded.
"I know what it's like. I had a gang too. We did shit like that. Ride around the town with 40s in our hands, chilling in the back of the truck, and having hour long conversations about videogames, our childhoods, and what we would do in detail if the zombie apocalypse ever struck earth. Good times, with the addition of cocaine. Man, that was a horrible addiction to break, even if it was just for two months. It fucks you up, not to mention how badly a pierced septum adds to the pain in your nose from snorting."
"Looks like we both have a picnic of problems." Hearing that Axel used to snort coke didn't surprise him on one bit, oddly enough. There just had to be something strong that coursed through his veins, something to egg on that wild passion that Roxas sensed.
"No kiddin. Hey, it's pretty late. We should attempt to travel to snooze land. Who knows what could go down tomorrow."
Roxas turned on his side, a position he maintained while in slumber almost every time.
"Got that right. Oh yeah...why the hell isn't there a lightbulb in here?"
Axel leaned in and whispered in the other's gauged ear with the most serious tone Roxas had heard all night.
"That lightbulb was sexy."
Roxas felt his eyes widen.
"What."
I can't decide
Whether you should live or die
Oh, you'll probably go to heaven
Please don't hang your head and cry
No wonder why
My heart feels dead inside
It's cold and hard and petrified
Lock the doors and close the blinds
We're going for a ride