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He already had one foot out of the window, ready to leap out and run. His hands hoisted himself up, digging painfully into the cut glass. It didnt matter, though. Soon he would be out and he could-no! Just as he was about to jump out, the male was being tugged back inside. "No! I want to go home!" He yelled, squirming this way and that, struggling to just get out of the males grasp. The only thing that was running through his head at this point was why him? What and he done to deserve this? Perhaps running hadnt been the smartest idea. He was pretty sure he just made the grey haired male even more pissed at him. "You cant do this to me! I want out!" He shrieked, panting. He was oh, so fucking scared. Anything he did just seemed to be making this situation even worse. Regardless, by the end of the day, hed probably be dead.
what are you fighting for? [ bxb / pafp ]
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Jordan was seriously considering just killing this kid and chucking him out the window, but he didn't want to get blood on the floor. He didn't feel like finding a place to wash his hands or blade, either. Releasing the boy's shirt, he grabbed his shoulder and whipped him around so that they were face-to-face. Then, raising a hand, he slapped the fearful teen across the face. He then pointed at him. "I told you to sit down, God damnit! If I was going to kill you I'd have done it while you were knocked out. In fact, I would have killed you as soon as I closed that door! But the police are after me, and the last thing I need is a dead body giving me away! Now shut the hell up and sit down!" Jordan snapped. Then, storming past him, the serial killer yanked the curtains shut and angrily sat on his bed.
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Aarons head snapped to the side slightly, completely caught off guard from the slap. He sat down slowly, a hand gingerly rubbing his cheek, years welling in his blue eyes. His words werent much relief. He still didnt want to be here with this guy, who apparently seemed to have a really bad attitude. He pulled his knees up to his chest, wrapping his arms around his legs and resting his chin on his knees. Aaron stayed silent, not bothering to even talk anymore. The more he spoke, the dumber he felt, and the angrier the other male seemed. So he decided it would be best if he just kept his mouth shut. Maybe he would be able to actually leave once this was all over. Aaron had to keep himself optimistic, or he might just as well go crazy from the fear he felt. The boy never had to deal with something like this before in his life. -
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About time. Taking a long, slow breath, Jordan rubbed his face with a hand, looking tired. The same hand slid into his lap, coming to rest on his knee. The young adult leaned forward. "Finally. See? Everything's okay now. You're still alive, and everything's nice and quiet." For emphasis, he waved an upturned left hand in the air. Jordan then became quiet, collecting his bearings. After an awkward stretch of silence, he spoke again. "What's your name?" He already knew the answer, of course, due to his snooping around in the other's belongings. He just wasn't sure what he could say to prevent him from freaking out again.
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Aaron grimaced at the others words, looking down at his feet. His hands soon traced around his leg, looking for the shard of glass that was stuck in his leg. "Aaron." He mumbled quietly, biting down on his lower lip as he tore the piece of glass out of his leg. His leg ached, and so did his hands, as they were cut pretty badly. But he didnt speak of his wounds, not wanting to aggravate the male. That, and he really didnt want the others help at all. He didnt want to owe anything to this godforsaken male. His hues watched the other warily, before they flicked around the room. It was pretty shitty, to live in a place like this. He almost felt bad for the guy. Almost. -
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"Aaron, huh? You look more like a..." Jordan trailed off. "I don't know." If only the police hadn't gotten involved - he could have killed this guy back in the alleyway and be done with it. Now he had to keep him in his house to prevent anything. He killed people, but he wasn't a bad person. Honestly, he was dreading the fact that he now had to feed two people, when he barely had the money to feed himself. "You can just call me Snatcher." Jordan didn't want to reveal his name. In fact, he hadn't used his actual name since he dropped out of high school. Another sigh. He could practically feel the tension in the air. Aaron looked like a child who was being forced to apologize to someone he hated. Which was probably true, in a sense. Jordan was at a loss on what to do. Adjusting his hat a little, he watched as Aaron pulled the glass out of his leg. That was his own fault, he concluded. He had warned him many times to just sit down.
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Aaron looked up at the male, raising a brow. "Snatcher? Whats your real name?" He asked curiously, his voice quiet, as if he was afraid to even speak to the male. Snatcher just had a negative connotation...and it didnt really seem like a name. He might as well think of the male as a person, so he wanted an actual name. Aaron shifted slightly, clearly awkward. "Er....you wouldn't happen to have any bandages, would you?" He asked. Aaron knew that he hadnt wanted to ask the male earlier, but he would have a much higher risk of infection if he was to stay in a place like this. Patching the wounds up would keep them at least somewhat clean. What he really wanted was to take a shower...but he doubted this place had actual water running through the pipes. Aaron was beginning to miss being home already...where he would always have food on the table if he was hungry, or showers whenever he felt like taking one. Being in this abandoned place made Aaron definitely open his eyes more and appreciate the things that he had before. Not that he had been ungrateful, rather than unaware of all the things he had at the time. -
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Jordan fixed a blank stare on Aaron at his inquiry. The silence was drawn out yet again as he didn't respond. Then, looking down at his lap, he finally answered quietly, but in an almost defeated-sounding voice. "My name's Jordan." As soon as Aaron asked about the bandages, he stood up. He had been expecting the question, anyway. "Not many, but yeah, I guess so. Come with me." Jordan opened the bedroom door, the slab of wood squealing on its hinges. Then, glancing back at Aaron, he stepped into the hallway, putting his hands in his jacket pockets as he waited. "Can you walk, or...?"
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