Sad one. Real sad one.
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Blood
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"Aren't you pretty, little boy?"
It's all blood around here.
All blood.
All death.
Scents of horror and terror and agony and fear and desolation all twisted and turning into the air, strong scent and as John looks around this place, with a flashlight in his hands, the only sprang of light around in this lifeless place and he stops when he hears a moan and the flashlight just seems to slip off of his hands as he walks towards the stranded alley and he just hopes that it's not Randy and the terror's shooting up and down his spine as he leans down to the bloodied cluttered body and as he looks at the glint of blue in his eyes, he knows that it's Randy and he grips Randy tightly around his waist, making him cringe in pain.
"Don't move."
It's all blood.
All so much blood.
"Oh Randy," John starts, squeezing his fiancée's body with care and terror and he feels Randy reach out to wrap his arms around John's neck and they're both squeezed together in this horrifying mess and John feels Randy panting from under him, just so horrifying as John runs his fingers through the soft sweet flesh of Randy's face and the scent's suffocating and Randy's body's cold and their sounds are as broken as shattered as the world they live in and they taste bitterness all around.
It's all shattered.
All so many pieces on the floor.
"Randy, please talk to me," John says, rubbing his fingers along Randy's chest, and he notices that his t-shirt's as tattered as tattered can be and his pants are ripped with spots of dried dark blood clinging to it and he notices that one of his shoes are missing and all that makes John happy is that he's alive but so very cluttered into pieces.
"Oh, aren't you just the sweetest thing?" Derek breathes on Randy's face, hot breath.
It's all haunted memories.
All broken memories.
Randy looks at John, gripping onto John, his other half and always will be, the only one who can make Randy's heart work and they're both clinging to each other, horror and terror, both sweaty but feeling the coldness of the late night and both are panting, trying to breathe life into each other's empty bodies.
There are guns and knives and this is such a horror movie…
It replays.
Over and over.
"Randy?" John pants, his hotter breath on Randy's neck, as the out of this world Randy remembers those horrid memories that had made him get scared of Cody and Ted and where they are and as if he could read minds, John starts. "I'm fine. Cody and Ted are fine. They're back at the hotel."
Blood pours, sweat runs, and the scent of death and desolation hang so promptly in the air… "Where's Teddy?!"
It's all terror.
All fear.
Randy finally looks up and meets John's eyes and he finds himself in John's ocean, drowning into the pieces of his past, drowning in him and he opens his mouth and that's all it takes for John to rub his back, trying to soothe the broken little Orton from his heart break and as Randy finally lets the words flow out of his mouth, they're broken and weak and strained with the agony that fills him whole. "I'm sorry…"
It's all over now.
So why is it all still haunting me?
"Randy…oh no," John holds on tighter and the love hurts and they're still staring at each other's eyes and trying to find themselves and they're still so very lost and crumpled inside of each other and as Randy touches John's shoulders, feeling the sweat dry and their souls finally meeting and the horror seems to be over when he's around but it's just not, it's all blood and dried cluttered blood all around and he just wants to wash it off and he wants to forget but he can't. "I'm sorry, Randy."
It's all over now.
So why is it all still burning in me?
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What? I like angst.
Next one. 'Rainbow'.
Summary: As John and Randy lay in the beach late at night, it starts to rain badly.
Angst and fluff.