Who Listens To The Villian's Side Of The Story?(Boy needed BXB PAFP)

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    Ryan and Ellie:
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    It was late fall and probably not the best idea to be living in the woods, but him and Ellie had made it through the first two years just fine. So what was so different about this year? Why was Ellie running a high fever now? Ryan was shaking terribly as he clutched the two and a half year old close to his chest, tears streamed like rivers down his face, he knew he couldn't go to town, he'd be locked away for all the stealing he'd done. Ryan let out a sob clutching the little girl tighter, he'd been running through the woods terrified, having no destination, pure panic in his mind, and now he just stopped, he didn't know what to do anymore.

    Tired of human contact and loud city noises, Zylen stalked quietly through the woods. No one ever came here, except maybe to meet up with a drug dealer or scandalize their name with forbidden sex in a rather empty location. The fifteen year old didn't smoke, and he was still a virgin, so it was odd that he was here. But as long as sunlight still bathed his surroundings and he didn't announce his presence, he assumed that he would be fine. So, it was a surprise to him when he heard a sound, not from cars racing down a nearby highway, but rather the sound of someone weeping. He froze, sticks breaking slightly under his weight, his heart beating a lot more noticeably as he tried to disappear into himself, not wishing to be found and pulled into some conflict.


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    Ryan jumped at the sound of sticks breaking, he hadn't thought anyone would be around, especially in the woods where not that many people came. He tried his best not to squeeze the shallow breathing child even tighter from fear of suffocating her as he spun around to face whatever the cause of the sound was. Ryan tried to look as threatening as possible, but with red puffy eyes and the tears that ran down his face, it really didn't work.

    The sound abruptly stopped, so Zylen timidly moved forward. UUnsure of who he might find, he peeked forward from behind a tree. A boy stood there, a mess from crying, holding a child in his arms. Sharply breathing in, he pulled away, no longer in sight of the people that he saw as he pressed his back against the tree. Though they weren't intimidating, it was shocking to find anyone else out here.

    Ryan glared at the face he saw behind he tree. With his muscles tense he moved towards the tree, his arms wrapped protectively around the little girl, in case the person was dangerous. He was holding his breath as he circled the tree to face the boy who was behind it.

    "Um... Hi," Zylen said, trying to seem nonchalant, less anxious than he actually felt. He brushed some of his hair out of his eyes, refraining from up and running away. A lot of his life had involved acting, so it was easier to seem calm than it might've been for others. "I was just... leaving, I guess."

    Ryan took in the others appearance, they seemed younger than him and harmless. A wave of desperation washed over him as the boy said he was leaving, this was probably to only chance he had to help his sister,"w-wait!" He said,"c-can you h-help her?" He turned Ellie around slightly to show the boy her flushed face and ragged breathing. He wasn't very used to talking to people, and asking for help, especially for his sister, was hard for him.

    If Zylen hadn't been trying to inch away before, he wanted to now. Younger children weren't his favorite thing, and his immune system wasn't exactly stellar. "I'm not a doctor," he said hurriedly, trying to sidestep and move away from the tree. ...And, well... Sorry." A few other weak excuses and unintelligible words were mumbled under his breath. But, despite the fact that he knew no way to actually help, he felt a pull to stay. The girl truly looked pitiful.

    The girl was pressed against him again as he slumped slightly in defeat, his panic making him give in easier then he usually would. The one time he actually asked for help he was turned down. As a finally attempt to get help he spoke once more,"t-then p-please, can I use your h-house? At least u-until she's b-better?" He looked at the other with pleading, tear-filled eyes.

    Zylen's eyes were wider than usual, a confused sort of uncertainty dancing over his face. "Well... Sure," he finally said, voice low. "But one thing." He looked like he was about to speak, lay down some rule or condition. But, deciding against uttering whatever he thought to say, he just shook his head. "Sure," he repeated, gesturing for the other boy to follow; who was, indeed, a stranger. And who was that kid with him? It could be his sister, a cousin, maybe even a friend, though there was the chance that she was his daughter. Was the male another high schooler, perhaps around his age, who had ruined his own life? Pushing questions aside, he Zylen tried to focus on the fact that the girl looked like she was suffering, and a crying male was something he didn't wish to see by denying help.

    Relief flooded his face when the boy said he could stay. He could practically kiss the other he was so grateful, but being kissed by a stranger would probably make him turn him away once more, plus he was a boy and the other probably wasn't gay. Straightening himself up once more, he obediently followed the other, resisting the urge to skip because he was so happy.

    They were almost at the edge of the forest, but Zylen couldn't keep his questions to himself. "What happened?" he inquired, glancing back at Ryan. They had enough space in between them, enough of a distance to keep things more comfortable in this awkward situation. "To her. Or, to you both. Whichever."