Living and Breathing [in a cage] (Jussin)

[squall]

Sleep was the only existence where Squall felt like he was free, when he was asleep he could dream of when himself in better times, when life was simple and good to Squall. There was one problem with sleep though, you could only sleep so long before waking up. And now, to his great displeasure, he was awake in a living nightmare.

Opening his eyes, Squall's eyes looked through the bars and around the tunnels, he didn't know where he was in the tunnels, all he knew was that he was there and held captive by Colton. Why he was here with Colton was beyond him, something about their mafias, despite the fact Squall wasn't in a mafia, apparently someone in his family was though, who was beyond him. ON another note, Squall wondered why Colton had let him live, why he hadn't let him die when he rejected the change, all he was doing now was being tortured by him and fed every now and then, but he really wondered the point for himself being alive.

To say the least, Squall hated it here, he wanted to get out, but that wasn't gonna happen, the only person who would come after him was Justin and he believed that he was dead, that's why the next few moments were crucial, he needed to make sure that Colton didn't find out what he was doing, he needed to make sure Justin picked up his phone.

Gripping the small black phone in his hand, Squall hoped that Colton wouldn't notice his phone was missing, and he slowly dialed Justin's number. Ring. Squall held his breath and looked in the mirror across from him, he had certainly lost much weight from only being fed blood, and his clothes were ripped and bloody, his hair was longer than usual and the blond streaks he had in it once had faded, he swore he looked like a mess or some creeper on the street, he wouldn't even approach himself, it was that bad.

Ring, Ring, Ring, Ring.

He begged for him to pick up the phone and by the sixth ring, he heard a hello, descend over the speaker, smiling for maybe the first time in weeks, Squall spoke quickly and quietly. "Justin! You picked up! It's me, Squall, I know I should be dead. I'll explain in a sec, but I don't have much time. Someone took me and gave me that liquid thing that makes reds. I'm in the tunnels, please, help me." Squall's voice cracked at the end as he breathed heavily, hoping that Justin would believe him and get his ass over here, because hell.

Time was running out for him.

words: 537
tagged: justin (and colton if you want him)
notes: a little weird but it's my first post for him in a while
muse: high
music: black cat by mayday parade

[Justin Flyte]

Justin Flyte


That if you fall, stumble down,
I'll pick you up off the ground...


.xXx. Justin was one that definitely believed in miracles; it was just the way he was. And yet, here he was, standing in the hallway, frozen in shock, as his best friend’s voice came to him through his cell phone. He believed in miracles. But, this... This was just too wild. Was someone playing some sort of rude joke? Because if that was the case, they were going too far. Way. Too. Far. Justin held his phone up to his face, his brows furrowing as he listened to his friend speak. Or, who sounded like his friend.


“I’m coming.”


He said simply, before shutting the phone. Justin had kept his voice level and free of emotion, just in case this was some sort of joke. But that voice; it could only be Squall. A sigh of irritation left Justin, before he raced down the hall, slipping out the front door to the dorms. And trust me, he didn’t fucking stop. Justin’s lungs burned as he raced across the school property, his eyes searching wildly for the secret entrance to the tunnels. He wanted his best friend back. Now. The boy came to a skidding stop at the door, before sliding through the doorway, and paused to let his eyes adjust in the little-to-no light. And then, he began searching. Justin ran his hands across the walls desperately as he rambled onwards, trying to recall how the tunnels were laid out, from when he had turned Red. The fledgling made his way towards the main hallway, ignoring the looks he got from a few feral Reds, before continuing. Damn it, he needed a sign!


“Squall!”


He yelled, his anger slowly bubbling to the surface. Fuck, where was he? His best friend in the world needed Justin, and he wasn’t able to fucking find him! The Red growled under his breath, before letting out another angry yell.


“Squall!”


Justin yelled, before he heard the little distant “shut up,” of a nearby fledgling. And you know what? Justin came pretty close to snapping. He raced over to the kid, grabbing him by his collar, and shoved him forcefully against the wall. Red rimmed the pupils of Justin’s eyes as he stared at the kid, a low and throaty growl ripping from within Justin’s throat. The kid immediately shrunk down before Justin, as he was smaller, and not nearly as angry.


“Tell me where the farthest room is, from here.”


Justin demanded harshly, adding pressure with his hand to the boy in front of him. “Follow the path down to the end, and turn right.” The kid said back meekly, and Justin let go of him, and took off down the larger tunnel. He would find his best friend, or die trying. Justin yelled a few more times, before coming to a dead halt near the dead end of the tunnel. Why? Blood. The Red slowly turned to his right, inhaling deeply as he did so. He’d smelt the same stench once, and that was when Squall was dying. Justin crept through the tunnels further, until pausing, to move a few curtains out of the way. Not many fledglings came down here, because it was smaller and darker, not to mention away from food sources. Justin stopped dead in the doorway, when he saw his best friend, chained by his legs, to a wall.


He was bloodied and beaten, and Justin felt an overwhelming anger flood into him. Immediately he raced over to Squall, his eyes flickering from the chain to the boys face, as his eyes began to redden further. The aching in his throat was painful, but bearable. Justin looked at the chains on Squall’s ankle, staying silent, before going over to a desk in the corner. He didn’t trust his voice much, currently. His friend looked malnourished and completely in pain. Damn it, why hadn’t he looked for him earlier? Justin’s hands shook as he went through the desk, pulling out knives and others things, before he paused, his chest heaving. There wasn’t a fucking key here! Justin let out a frustrated growl, before going towards the chain, and attempting to pull it from the wall. A small bead of sweat coursed down the contours of Justin’s face as he pulled, but his efforts were only wasted. Fucking. Hell. He let out another frustrated snarl, before moving to rummage through the contents of the desk again. Something had to be here. Didn’t it? Justin couldn’t leave here without his friend.


“Squall... Squall. I’ll get you free. Don’t worry. I’ll find something. I’ll get you out. You’ll be fine. Squall, just hang on.”


He said, his voice scratchy and wavering. He should have eaten, damn it. The red pulled things from the desk and threw them to the ground after a quick examination, his heart pounding in his ears. If he wasn’t such a fucking fail, he’d have Squall out of here already. It was then Justin looked up to the wall, his eyes narrowing towards the instrument that hung there. They looked sharp, and like they could cut chain. Worth a try. Justin raced over and leapt up to grab at them, grasping the instrument easily, before taking hold of the chain and immediately setting to work. The scent of blood caused his vision to focus and blur, but Justin ignored it. He breathed through his mouth instead of his nose, and kept hacking away at the chain. And for the first time since Squall’s death, he had hope. Why?


He was making progress.


Justin cut at the metal savagely, his breathing accelerating as he did so. He was so close. So fucking close. At that second, Justin stood up and pulled on the chain again, hearing a satisfying snap, as it pulled apart. Justin would figure out how to get Squall’s leg out of the shackle, later. He went over to his friend and helped him up, his eyes glancing over the condition of him as he did so.


“Can you run, or should I carry you?”


He asked briefly, urgency in his faltering voice. Adrenaline pumped through Justin’s veins, as he waited desperately for an answer.


If you lose faith in you,
I'll give you strength to pull through.
Tell me you won't give up ‘cause I'll be waiting if you fall,
Oh you know I'll be there for you...

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Words:: 1, 109
Muse:: Alright
Notes:: he's a tad feral, but I mean. 'Tis all good! Hope you're alright with me saying he was chained to a wall. :3[/size][/blockquote]

[squall]

"I'm coming."

That was the first time in his few weeks of torment did Squall actually feel... Safe, hopefully, and like, for the first time in his that he felt that someone could actually stop him from being scared in a situation like this. He snapped the phone in his hand shut and threw it at the wall, listening to it clatter, as he hugged his legs, waiting for Justin. There was only one problem, what if he couldn't find him before Colton came back? Squall shivered and placed his head on his knees before looking back at the chain the kept his mobility limited, he pulled his ankle lightly and groaned, this would be a problem.

Now, in normal situations, Squall might have been able to pull at the chain enough for it to be pulled free from the wall, but of course, he was too weak and too scared of dislocating something to try. He closed his eyes and curled up, waiting still, there was nothing he could do right now, just wait. He had never felt so useless before, he couldn't do anything to help Justin find him right now, and he hated it. He hated being here, being so useless, unable to do anything to help Justin, or even help get himself out of here, he was to useless to anything before against Colton and now, his best friend, had to come and see him like this, to say the least Squall was not proud of himself, at all.

Then he heard something, it was quiet but loud enough for Squall's hearing to pick up. It was Justin, calling out for him, Squall opened his lips to yell back, but found his mouth and throat too hoarse, so it only came out as a raspy cry that could barely be heard. Biting on his lip, he hoped that as Justin neared, he would at least be able to smell the overpowering smell of his blood that the room was covered in, it was a pretty gruesome way to find him, but it was a way, and right now. It was the only way.

That's when he heard it, looking up, he saw Justin, standing in front of him, staring at him and his binds before going over to the table searching for a key, Squall assumed. "You won't find it.. He has it." Squall whispered, his voice quiet, he doubted Justin even heard him when he spoke.

Afters a few moments, of more searching and Justin's efforts to pull the chain from the wall, Justin finally spoke. Though his voice was raspy and hoarse, Squall had to admit he was so glad to see and hear Justin again, he felt like he could actually smile for once, but he didn't it wasn't time for him to smile and be happy yet, he had to wait till they got out of here, then, he could be happy.

"Thank you." He assumed it wasn't the best wording for him to say right now, but it was the only thing he could say. He was thankful, Justin listened to the phone call, that Justin came, and that Justin was trying so hard to get him out of here and save his life. Watching Justin's every movement, he watched as he pulled it off the wall and began working away on the chain, Squall, once again resisted the urge to smile as it finally broke away, the shackle still around his ankle, but none the less free. The most free he had felt in a while.

As soon as he was back on his feet, he stumbled but was able to steady himself. "I'm fine, I can walk, let's just get the hell out of here." Squall whispered, his throat aching as he spoke. He pulled at Justin's arm and leaned on him slightly as he pulled him out of the room, his eyes cloudy. He knew he couldn't run, but he was walking as fast as he could, pulling Justin along with him.

Finally an escape.

words: 780
tagged: justin (and colton if you want him)
notes: squall is all weird but happy, oh well, i hope you don't mind squall dragging him, and if justin finds they are moving to slow he can carry squall
muse: high
music: onto the next one by escape the fate