Your Worst Nightmare and Dirtiest Dream

Pity me || Benji&Felix&Terror&Annie [backdated to: December 2nd]

Never before had Felix stared him straight in the eye like that. Terror let his arm fall to his side, meeting the gaze with unrelenting determination. He watched his son walk back to his apartment and he felt the pain beginning to curl in his stomach. He pushed away the sensation. He couldn’t think about that now. There were more pressing matters at hand.

Terror walked over to Benji held out a hand to help him to his feet. “You better get to the hospital,” he said lowly. “That nose looks broken.” He looked at Annie as well, giving her a quick once over. “And take her with you. Are you feeling alright?” He kept his tone formal and almost clipped. But the hand that he offered to Benji was strong and supportive.

Benji took the hand offered to him and pulled himself up by it, reaching up to press his fingers into his nose. "I've been an assassin for a long fuckin' time, I know what to do with a broken nose. Ain't nothin' a fuckin' doctor wouldn't tell me," he muttered out, looking at the other man. He sort of wanted to ask him how in the fuck that he knew what was happening, but he figured it was one of the weird fucking mind things he was telling him about. He didn't know, he didn't really get it and right then he didn't want to, so he kept his mouth shut. When he spoke to Annie, he turned to face her, looking her over. "I can take care of her," he muttered. "Thanks." It was hard for him to thank the man, hell, anything that was some sort of genuineness that came out of his mouth was hard, but he had to do it, he knew he did.

#para: pm

Pity me || Benji&Felix&Terror&Annie [backdated to: December 2nd]

For the past month or so, Terror had kept his connection with Felix quite open. He was able to listen to his conversations with the others and was more in tune with his bursts of emotion. On top of that, the connection he’d forged with Benji to feed him during his coma had still not been severed. So it was only natural that he felt the burst of violence between the two. He supposed he should have expected it. But Felix was continuing to prove him wrong these past weeks.

Terror didn’t waste time, calling out an excuse to Asher on his way out and showing up in Felix’s closet. It was the closest. He burst out the door and found his two sons on the floor. Felix was exerting a ferocity and rage that Terror only saw in rare moments and only when he meant to kill.

"Felix!" He shouted and ran up, grabbing the back of Felix’s shirt and wrapping the other arm around his chest. He lifted him off Benji and shoved him forcefully against the wall, his arm pressing against his throat tightly, barely allowing breath. Terror didn’t want to hurt him. He just wanted him to calm down. "What is the meaning of this?!" He hissed, glancing towards Benji on the floor and making sure he wasn’t too badly hurt.

felix--pierce

The moment he was yanked off of the other man, he let out another angry shout, but quickly realized as he was backed against the wall, barely able to breathe just who it was. No one else would have had this power over him, no one. Of course it had to be his fucking father. Of course he had the stupid fucking connection that fucked up everything. Of course he couldn’t just beat the shit out of the brat, get his anger out and be done with it. No, his father had to interfere like he was some child on the playground. “He fucking—-he fucking—-“ he tried to get out, reaching up to pull the man’s arm away from his throat slightly. “He’s fucking with my property! He can’t fucking do that,” he growled out, writhing angrily against the wall and trying to get away from the man holding him there.

White hot rage filled the Italian as he finally felt the other man being pulled off of him. He would have fucking fought back, he would have pummeled him into the ground, given him nightmares for months but no, he couldn't because he fucking respected Terror more than he respected Felix. It was still bullshit. Blood trickling out of the new cut on his lip, the one above his eye and from his now broken nose, he growled as he heard the man speak. "SHE ISN'T YOUR FUCKIN' PROPERTY," he shouted back, clenching his fists tightly. However, he let himself breathe for a moment before containing himself, looking down at the ground and away from the men before him. "I'm protecting her now, you can't fuckin' touch her," he murmured in a low voice.

#para: pm

Pity me || Benji&Felix&Terror&Annie [backdated to: December 2nd]

Luckily Annie was a stocky framed girl, her weight helped as she pushed herself against the door and it swung open into the hallway, the brunette running out into it almost instantly. A fresh red mark to her left cheek and the cut above her eye reopened along with the cut in her lip having been split once again, the woman certainly hadn’t experienced what she had hoped would come of this. but really? What did she expect? She knew Felix wouldn’t take it lying down, she knew it wasn’t going to be as simple as it sounded in word form. No. She had stood her ground, she had barely gotten much out however before it went south and things became far from pleasant in her attempt to leave the man who had kept her skin a tattered shade of black and blue for the past weeks.

The short woman run, right up to the man she had hoped to be approaching smugly rather than terrified, instantly running toward him like a deer running from a hunter, and pressing her face against his chest as if it would make it all stop. If she thought she was pathetic before, well now she had reached a new level.

felix--pierce

Felix released an animalistic growl when he watched her dart out the door. No, she wasn’t going to fucking get away from him that easy. That wasn’t a fucking option. She was his, and now she would always be his because he had fucking marked her, and there was no fucking escaping him or his wrath. He darted immediately after her. She may have been able to get past him that time, but she wouldn’t be able to the next. Letting out a short bark of laughter and an almost maniacal smile, he threw the door open and moved into the hallway.

However, what he found on the other side wasn’t anything he was expecting. He didn’t expect to see the fucking runt there, with his fucking arms around his god damn property. Of course he was there. Of course he was there to fuck everything up because that was what Terror’s little fucking bitch did best, wasn’t it? His little fucking brat just fucked up every fucking thing ever and there was nothing anyone would do about it. Stepping forward, he reached out and tried to grab her from him, but failed when she was pushed behind the other man. Instead, he squared his shoulders and stood up straighter, looking Benji in the eye. “I’ll fuckin’ kill ya, ya little punk. Now fuckin’ move over,” he growled out.

The moment that she had ducked out of the room, Benji glared at the expanse of space behind her, just waiting for him to show his ugly fucking face to him. He quickly wrapped his arms around her after she ran out, and pressed his chin into the top of her head as he waited. "It's fine, I'll take care of it," he muttered to her, just waiting for him to come out. And when he did, he saw the anger in the other man's eyes. He saw the absolute hate radiating through him over the fact he was there. He knew Felix didn't like him, he knew it damn well, but he didn't think it was this bad. But there he was, looking ready to rip his skull from his face, but Benji was ready.

When he watched the other man grab for her, he pushed her behind him, cocking an eyebrow at him as he squared off his own shoulders. "You're going to have to be quicker than that, old man," he managed to growl right back out. He calmed, though, a moment after. "I don't want to fight you, Felix."

#para: pm

My empire of dirt || Benji&Annie

The brunette nodded briefly before lifting a hand to push her hair from her face, her hands resting on the counter at her sides as she forced herself off of it and to her feet with a slightly pained expression - though she did her best to suck it all back. “No…I don’t want you getting hurt, you’ve done enough for me okay? Besides…he’s your brother or something, let me deal with it without damaging your fucking family ties.” She shrugged a shoulder weakly and moved to step away from him - full intent in her slightly lopsided gait to go and deal with this.

Though, she wouldn’t admit it and struggled not to show it, Annie was wracked up a sick nervousness that made her half want to turn around and cling to the other man - hide behind him and hope it would just be over with. But she wasn’t a child, she had to face this and was going to do so even just to regain her pride.

His hands instantly went to her sides, steadying her properly although he couldn't fucking figure out why in the hell he did it. Ugh, this shit was getting god damn confusing.He scoffed at her words, shaking his head. "He isn't going to hurt me, he can't. And he already fuckin' ruined our relationship when he turned into a fuckin' pussy," he growled out. "He was never my brother to fuckin' begin with, and I'm stronger than him." He was stronger than him, right? He had the shit that Terror could do. Or some shit. Whatever.

"I'm gonna go with you," he muttered, moving into the other room. He needed a knife or something. "Just wait here," he muttered. In case shit did get physical he wasn't the best with this whole new powers shit. So he moved into his bedroom, intent on getting some sort of weapon.

My empire of dirt || Benji&Annie

"I know" Of course she knew, Annie had been raised to fend for herself against anyone who bought her harm - but she had let that guard down around Felix, she had hoped he wouldn’t hurt her and she had walked right into it. God, if her father was conscious he would have given her a stern talking to about it - hell he would have pushed her to stand up for herself. But she was afraid that if she did she wasn’t going to get out alive. And that was all that mattered at the end of the day, surviving. She did what Felix asked, she left when he told her to and she kept her mouth shut - and still she had bruises to show for it. Fucking hell she wasn’t sure she was ready to find out what defying the man could do.

But here she sat, with full intent of doing so. “You’re right. I…He’s going to kill me if I keep letting it go on.” Her gaze faltered from his and she ducked her head down, locks of brown hair falling like a shield around her face.

Benji sighed out, swallowing thickly and looking down again, not wanting to look up at her because fuck, he'd released enough emotion as it was. And what the fuck was this about? What the fuck was with this whole fucking caring business? He didn't care, he never cared. What the hell was happening to him? He cleared his throat and sucked it up. How many fucking missions had he been on where he had to lie, and how would it be any different than now? He gave her a sharp look when she said he was right. Of course he fucking was, he always was.

"Then you have to fuckin' confront him about it. Stop fuckin' letting him do this to you," he growled out. "And if you can't fuckin' do it alone..." Wow, he really was fucked up in the head, wasn't he? "Then I'll go."

My empire of dirt || Benji&Annie

Opening her eyes once she felt his attention drift from the cut, Annie paused for a few moments and peered up at him; a small pout slightly evident on her features. “Nope, that was the only one that was still bleeding.” As she spoke, she kept her gaze on him, frowning a little more when she noticed he looked down; hesitating slightly for a few moments like an animal sitting back and observing it’s situation. She was waiting for the right moment, for what she didn’t know but when the moment came she was sure she’d have some idea.

"Like I said…" She stated again, this time carefully leaning forward and pressing her lips to his cheek ever so softly before, mumbling against his skin briefly before she leaned back. "Thanks." Now she had to focus on her problem at hand, on the fact that she had to find a way to make Felix stop - but her fear of the man had grown too great that she wasn’t quite sure if she was capable of stopping him anyhow.

He resisted the urge to growl out when she said it was the only one still bleeding. So that meant that she had more. God, it was so fucked up. So fucking fucked up that she let him do this to her. Sure, he might slap a girl around sometime, but it was all about the fucking sex in it. He did it because she wanted him to do it, because she wanted him to make her cry. Not this fucking shit. If it was one thing his fucking mother had raised him with it was to never lay a damn finger on a woman with malicious intent, and he fucked stuck by that, even in his assassin years. Even when Pantera tried to beat it the fuck out of him. No, he stuck by the words she told him and it made him sick his supposed brother thought he could just do this.

He froze a little bit (although not enough to be noticeable) when she pressed her lips to his cheek. He cleared his throat and looked back up at her, narrowing his eyes. "You can't fuckin' keep lettin' him to this to you."

...

I really need to get around to changing my password…

That shit is classic.

you got a crush on your brothers girl. thats messed up

Hahahaha, oh fuck, that's funny. If only you knew the whole fuckin' story, ya dipshit. She isn't his girl anymore, nor will she ever be.

#answered #Anonymous

My empire of dirt || Benji&Annie

"Well….thanks, for what it’s worth." The brunette mumbled, closing her eyes a little as she was told to - her teeth going to biting down on her lip again as she did so and waiting for the slight sting. It was nothing really, the small burn against her skin, compared to what she had grown used to as of late. But, as she sat with her eyes closed, slightly slouched with her hands in her lap and her face tilted slightly up towards Benji’s, Annie allowed her body to relax a little as she pondered over why exactly he was helping her.

It was strange, and caused her nose to crinkle a little between that and the sensation of the stinging in the small wound, the fact someone actually did give a fuck. Even if Benji had no idea why he did, it still meant something. And it was in this small moment that Annie wished she knew how to thank him properly, and not just for cleaning her up but for a small budding confidence she once had that was beginning to show through once again with a little encouragement.

"Yeah, whatever," he muttered, not really paying much attention to her as he concentrated on cleaning out the wound, his teeth moving to sink down onto his lower lip as he concentrated. Once it was cleaned out, he wiped it free of any blood and extra alcohol before moving to the ointment he had. After putting some of that on (just a dab, though, otherwise the bandage wouldn't work), he took the butterfly bandaid he had and pinched the wound together before pulling it closed with the bandaid.

After he did that, he sighed out and went to examining her bruises to see if any of them were too horrible, because if they were they could lead to blood clotting or hell, even internal bleeding. But they all looked to be right, healing the same and whatnot. "Do you have anything else?" he said with a frown, sighing out as he looked down. He didn't want to make eye contact with her. He didn't know why, but he just couldn't. He didn't fucking get why she let him do this to her.

My empire of dirt || Benji&Annie

Annie sighed and bit down on her lower lip, feeling her skin there tear slightly more but not enough to reopen the wound that left a nasty split down the center of her lower lip. He was right, but she wanted to seem tough - she wanted to come off like the hard outer shell she constantly gave off, instead she felt weak and small beside him. But something about how he moved with her to the bathroom, the way he warned her before he lifted her up - it made her feel a little better despite the wince that escaped her and the sharp inhale that fell from her lips.

Carefully, the brunette shifted her hands to rest in her own lap, her eyes flicking up to meet his briefly as she quirked a brow, the action instantly regrettable as she felt the bruises beneath her skin ache duly and the cut above her eye increase in tension. “Why are you being so sweet to me?” She was ready to knock herself down as she spoke, ready to tell him he had better things to do than spend his time fussing over a girl like her - but something stopped her, the little nagging thought in the back of her mind that dared to tell her she was worth a little more.

After pulling out the first aid kit, he moved back in front of her and placed it on the counter, opening it up and shifting through it before setting down everything in it and leaning up to get a good look at the cut over her eye. He narrowed his, deciding that a butterfly bandaid would probably be the best, and if that didn't work she'd probably need stitches a day or so later. He bit the inside of his lip in concentration as he grabbed one of the cotton balls and doused it with rubbing alcohol.

However, he looked up at her when she spoke and furrowed his eyebrows. "You know, I really don't fuckin' know," he muttered. Maybe it was something to do with the fact his head was all fucking wonky, and had been since he first woke up, but damn this shit was irritating, wasn't it? He was fucking caring, and he didn't fucking do that. He was the type of fuckin' guy to leave the kids in poor countries rotting in ditches because he didn't care. But here he was, fucking helping her. Shit, it was confusing. "This is going to sting," he muttered. "Close your eyes." He reached up with the cotton ball and rubbed the cut clean, a little bit of blood dripping out but he controlled it with a piece of toilet paper in the other hand.

My empire of dirt || Benji&Annie

She had considered turning back but before she could, the door opened and before her stood a small glimmer of hope. God it made her fucking sick, right down to the pits of her stomach, that she was showing some sort of dependency on this man. As a sign of independence, she ignored his arm at first - her head ducking a little once she caught his gaze. But it didn’t last long, her balance was off from how much her body hurt and the young woman stumbled and ended up gripping onto the appendage out of reflex to steady herself before shakily retracting once she was inside. “I told you it wasn’t that fucking bad.” Annie spoke up, a semi scoff at the end of her words that held some sort of sick desperation in it; as if she tried to play off the beating as some regular occurrence.

But it wasn’t. And that was why she was here, because she knew - and after what Benji had said the night before had only reinforced it - that this wasn’t okay. The limp she had wasn’t okay, nor were the bruises on her face or the stitches on her waist - none of it was okay or healthy. Turning to face the younger man, Annie slumped slightly against the nearest wall to keep her balance, looking at the other for a few moments but unable to find words to salvage her pride. He was seeing her at her lowest right now, she was vulnerable and open and there was not a fucking thing she could do about it.

Benji let out a low growl when she rejected his arm, and he narrowed his eyes. "Don't fuckin' be stupid," he grumbled out, and when she took it he released a breath, slightly irritated. "Yeah, not that fuckin' bad, that's why you can't even stand on your damn own," he said incredulously, rolling his eyes as he tucked her up underneath his arm and started moving her toward the bathroom. Thankfully, he, well, was an assassin, and he knew how to take care of shit like this, so a simple cut wasn't a big deal to him.

"C'mon," he muttered out, pulling her off of the wall and toward the bathroom. He pushed the door open and pulled her over to the counter. He smirked and cocked an eyebrow at her as he moved to stand in front of her, positioning her in front of the counter. "Hold your breath, this is going to hurt." He then reached down and hoisted her up onto the counter, a pleased smirk on his face when she was seated and he moved to get the first aid kit.

My empire of dirt || Benji&Annie

She could recall the exact moment when Benji’s text from the night before sunk in, the minute she felt the skin on her temple split open and blood ran down the side of her face. She had managed to make her way home but the trip had been a lot harder this time than before - everything hurt more, her lungs ached with each breathe, her legs felt like dead weights with each shaking step and her head pounded. That was the moment Annie knew he was right, she couldn’t go on like this or sooner or later Felix was going to go too far and she was going to end up dead.

This was why she was at Benji’s door, limping a little as she went and struggling to hold herself upright and feeling a little woozy from the trek, the woman fought with the best of her bruised pride to put on a cover attitude. She lifted her hand and knocked weakly at the door, slumping a little on the frame but trying to make it seem less like she needed it for the support. God, she looked pathetic.

Benji didn't really understand the need to help this woman. Maybe it was because his brain was all fucked up and he couldn't fucking control it, maybe it was because he noticed that his emotions were suddenly there and overwhelming when before he was a fucking king at blocking them out. Maybe it was because he found himself caring more than he did hating, and shit that was fucking confusing. So he didn't really know. He didn't really know why he invited Annie over. Maybe he wanted to help her, maybe he wanted to see for himself what his supposed "brother" had fucking done to her. Maybe he still just held such a high belief that a woman shouldn't be struck by a man like his mama taught him all those years ago, he really didn't know.

Dressed in a plain black t-shirt and black slacks, he stood when he heard the knock on the door and moved to it immediately. When he saw her on the other side, battered and bruised, he swallowed hard and narrowed his eyes, holding out his arm for her to grab. "Alright. In you go."

Breathe || Terror & Benji

Terror knew it before he saw the final message. He could feel the panic seeping through the link Benji and he still shared, the link he hadn’t had the heart to cut just yet. He wasn’t ready for that. He didn’t think Benji was ready for that yet. He needed to make sure he was okay and he was thankful now that the link was still there. It gave him a more open connection with the man.

He got up and kissed Asher, telling him briefly that Benji needed him and that he was panicking. Terror left immediately after through the closet as he stepped through the darkness as close to Benji as he could manage. Walking out from the shadow of his dorm, he saw the huddled up form of his son and frowned. The panic was thick in the air and it only got more potent the closer he stepped. Terror took off his coat and walked over to him, draping the heavy black garment around his shoulders to shield him from the cold.

"I won’t hurt you." He knelt in front of Benji and showed him his empty palms. "I’m going to help you. I’m going to touch your head. Will you let me?" Terror’s voice was soft and his hands didn’t move any closer as he waited for permission.

Benji didn't understand what was happening to him, he didn't fucking get it. Why was it like all of his fucking emotions just turned right back on? He couldn't remember the last time he had a fucking panic attack... he couldn't remember the last time he found himself curled up, pressed up against a wall with his knees to his cheeks and clutching onto his legs for dear life. When had the last time happened? He was 13 and he'd just gotten the shit beat out of him and raped profusely by the assholes that were supposed to be "breaking him." Fuck. He thought he learned how to control that, how to fucking turn it off. So why was this happening to him? Why was this... he took a deep, shaky breath, trying to contain himself.

However, when he heard steps moving toward him, he inhaled shakily and reached down to his pocket, fingering his knife through his pants as he looked into the darkness, startled. However, when he saw it was Terror he swallowed thickly and looked down, not wanting to look him in the eye. He didn't really understand any of this. He still had a hard time grasping that this guy was his fucking father, but shit this was just... This was a whole new plethora of things. At the coat going around his shoulders he couldn't help but wrap it a little tighter around him, realizing right then for the first time that he was shivering harshly. He frowned and looked up at Terror, shaken as he furrowed his eyebrows at him but then looked back down. "Wh-Whatever.... Sure."

#para: b

Where the fuck is that kid, anyway? || PM || Benji & Terror

Calm down. Just the fact that you remember Corey means you have something.

We’ll figure it out. Panicking like this isn’t going to help. You need to keep calm and we’ll get there. I’ll teach you everything you need to know until the time comes when you can remember it yourself.