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Fuck, Mal, Iâve been worried sick about you. Whatâve you been doing?
Hiding in a closet.
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bryant-hale:
Fuck, Mal, Iâve been worried sick about you. Whatâve you been doing?
Hiding in a closet.
bryant-hale:
[He holds up a picture of Mal] You seen this kid?
Iâm right here, Master Bryant.
Fragile Heart
raphmackenzie:
mytruealphamccall:
âNo, thatâs bullshit!â Scott yelled. âI want you! I need you! Youâre one of the only things keeping me going right now!â It was true. Since Stiles had died, Scott really felt alone. And even with the incident with the purgatory plant, Scott never thought he could let anyone back in his life because he felt like a failure. But with Mal⊠Mal made Scott feel like he was worth something again. Mal made Scott happy. He was like this infinite source of light in a world that felt so dark. Itâs not like Scott didnât understand why Mal did what he did. Scott understood exactly. But he still refused to let Mal go. âMal? MAL!â Mal was losing consciousness fast. His heart rate was decreasing at a quick pace. Scott heard a click downstairs. It was the front door. âRAPH! Raph, Iâm up here! Hurry!â Scott cradled Mal in his arms, rocking back and forth. âDonât you leave me, Mal. Donât you leave me. Iâm going to save you. Weâre going to save you.âÂ
After getting the text from Scott, Raph just about flew out of her house, not even bothering to lock the door behind her. Her tires squealed as she sped out of her driveway and floored it to the McCall house, ignoring every road rule sheâd ever learned. It was the worst parking job sheâd ever done, barely taking the time to get the keys out of the ignition before racing toward the front door. Pushing it open, Raph heard Scottâs call and ran toward it.Â
Tripping over her own feet on the stairs didnât even slow her down, only stopping when her eyes met the sight of the two of them on the floor. This time when she dropped, it was intentional, skidding the rest of the way to them on her knees and letting out a sob. âMal-â She broke off, tears splashing down her cheeks while trembling hands didnât hesitate to hover over him. She could only pray that this worked. But she had plenty of love for Mal and feeling her fingertips begin to warm with the glow of her healing power, she watched anxiously.
Itâs funny how people say they watch their life flash before their eyes when theyâre about to die but, all Mal saw was the room he lived in for eighteen years and all the pain he went through in that one room. There were the needles that were jabbed into him, the knives that nicked and cut through flesh, and the guns that left traces of wolfsbane in him for days before they cleaned in out of his system. He vividly remembered the blood stained walls that were stained with his blood. Then darkness and the strange pull, urging him to go elsewhere. Somewhere nice he assumed. It wasnât the first time he felt the pull though. His former masters were cruel and left him in dying situations similar to the one he was currently in. He just wanted to go somewhere nice. Somewhere where he wasnât a hassle to anyone. Where no one would have to worry about him anymore.
Light began to fill the darkness and weaken the pull, his eyes moving behind closed eyelids before slowly opening them. He coughed, trying to sit up and adjust to the brightness. âW-where am I?â He croaked, his eyes finally adjusting to see Raph and Scott beside him. He was back in Beacon Hills where he wasnât wanted. âW-Whyâd you save me?â He let out a small growl and let his eyes faintly shimmer gold with anger.Â
Fragile Heart
mytruealphamccall:
âNo! Wake up! Come on, Mal - you need to wake up. Stay awake. Stay with me!â Scott was sobbing, holding the werewolf in his arms. âIâm not losing you. Listen to me, Mal. Iâm not losing you.â Scott kissed Mal on the lips, trying to keep him awake. Heâd lost too many people in his life that he loved. He wasnât going to lose another. Scott would have to trigger the healing, like Derek did with Erica. But break his arm? No. Fuck! Scott couldnât do it. He couldnât bring himself to hurting Mal. This wolf had lived an entire life of pain and Scott wasnât going to inflict any more. But what could he do? âRaphâŠâ Scott whispered to himself. âRaph! Mal, Iâm going to get Raph. Just stay with me!â Scottâs phone was in his pocket thankfully. He refused to leave Malâs side. He sent a quick text to Raph before tossing the phone aside and holding onto Mal.Â
âRemember when we first met? Do you remember?â Scott asked, his voice breaking. âRemember what I told you? I said I was going to protect you. Iâm not letting you go now.â Scott leaned down and gently licked Malâs cheek, squeezing his eyes shut as he cried and waited for Raph to arrive.Â
Malâs lips felt numb through the kiss and the words that came out of Scottâs mouth sounded distant. It was like he was speaking to him miles away and it came to him as a hush whisper. âI...I want to go.â The words faintly left his lips as his body went numb from the tremendous amount of blood that continued to leave his system. âYou.. You donât have to protect me. N-no one wants me...â He whispered then coughed up blood, the crimson staining his lips where his face began to lose color. His breathing remained slow to the point where it didnât seem like he was even breath. His heart rate dropping dangerously low. But he didnât have to be a hassle anymore. He didnât want to be Scottâs hassle anymore. He didnât want to be constantly looked after because he was a mistake that no one wanted. No one wanted him. And he refused to believe Scott did, especially in these potential last hours of his life.Â
Fragile Heart
mytruealphamccall:
The smell hit Scott as soon as he entered the front door. Blood. And it was growing stronger as he raced up the stairs. It scared him. Was it his mum? No, it was coming from his ⊠room? âMalâŠâ Scott whispered to himself, his heart pounding faster. âMal!â The room was empty but the smell of blood was overwhelming.Â
The closet, Scott thought. He very nearly wrenched the door off its hinges when he opened it. Mal was laying there in a puddleâno, a pool of blood. Was he attacked? âMal, what happened?â Scott asked, worriedly. He immediately thought someone had attacked him until he saw the claw marks on Malâs forearm. âOh, MalâŠâ Scott said, tears already flowing down his face. The cuts looked fresh, but the amount of blood didnât explain it. He must not be letting himself heal, especially if he did this to himself. He held the wolf close to him, not worrying about the blood that would stain his clothes. Blood was the least of his worries. âMal, you need to heal. Come on, I need you to focus.â
Mal groaned when he was embraced by the stronger wolf and pulled away from his deathbed. âI-Iâm too tired. I just want to sleep.â He said drowsily, words slurring from the loss of blood.âSleep sounds nice.â The pet said leaning into Scott closer and closing his eyes.Â
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Not Wanted | Self-Para
One slash with a claw against the forearm. The crimson blood trickled slowly out of the new wound and fell off of his arm, staining the carpeted floor beneath him. Tears slowly slipped out of his eyes and off of his cheek to mix with the blood stains. A muffled sob was the only thing that filled the deafening silence of the empty McCall house and the darkness of closet that engulfed the pet and hid him.Â
The world is full of anomalies and mistakes. Sometimes, those errors in the grand scheme of things can be easily fixed or repaired over time. Other times, those mistakes are simply something that we have to live with. On rare occasions, it would just be best for the world if that error simply died and left forever. Those rare cases that can only find escape in death are not wanted and most of the time, they know that they are not wanted. These rare errors are a waste of time, waste of breath, and a waste of space. Sometimes, they would simply choose to ignore the fact that they were a mistake and they could live their life thinking that the feeling would go away. But when the problem is brought up over and over again, itâs hard to ignore that their existence was a mistake and theyâd have to take their life to make the lives of others better.
Mal knew he was a terrible person and a mistake. He was the grand mistake of mistakes in the grand scheme and he knew it. His masters made sure he knew it. He was a worthless piece of crap that everyone was eagerly waiting for to die. The key to his mastersâ abuse wasnât the physical pain, it was the emotional and mental pain. The insults and talk about how he was never going to be nothing more than something that can easily be disposed like a piece of paper. How he could easily be left to die for and no one would care. No one. The pet was still living his life with the words implanted in his brain that he was never going to be wanted and all he would ever receive is pity. When he escaped, it seemed like he would be free from the abuse. Free from the thoughts of being a disposable test dummy. But those thoughts lingered in his mind each and every day.Â
Another slash to the forearm, his mind stopping the wounds from being healed.
Kindness was a new sting his heart felt when he was given it. It was easy to show kindness to others but Mal knew he didnât deserve this new life. This life of freedom and kindness that made him feel a new kind of torture that he never expected. The familiar feeling of abuse was something he preferred than the kindness of Beacon Hills and his friends. Scott. Raph. Stiles. Bryant. He didnât deserve the kind people in his life. Mistakes did not deserve friendship or happiness. He deserved abuse. He knew he deserved abused And now, he was the only one who could truly give himself the abuse to feel like he was truly being what he was.
His clawed hand hovered above his neck, ready to cut his throat and take his own life to make the lives of others better.
He couldnât contain the knowledge of being a mistake anymore. Was he truly even wanted by his masters? What if he was allowed to escape because he was no longer wanted? He wasnât good enough for them. He never would be. What about his friends? Maybe he was just someone they pitied. He was a waste of their time, space, and air. He was never truly wanted. Not by his masters or even his friends. Isaac was right. No one wanted him.Â
His hand was about to drop on his neck and end his life but his sobs grew louder and he couldnât pull through, slashing the center of his chest instead. He curled into a ball in the puddle of his own blood, waiting to bleed out completely. Waiting to be no one. Waiting to make everyoneâs lives better through his death.
raphmackenzie:
Oh - well⊠I mean, it was what it was. You were both angry, you both probably said things you didnât mean. Iâm sure heâll forgive you. But.. itâs up to you. Just as you long as you do know youâre welcome here and I donât want you to leave if you donât want to. Youâre like family, Mal. Weâll find a way.
Yeah. Of course.
themanipulativehale:
He got dosed with the lust pollen, yes.Â
So is that what you got hit with too?
raphmackenzie:
What? Why? Not that Iâd ever force you to stay but if youâre worried- I meant it when I told you that you have a place here no matter what, Mal. I care about you, you mean a lot to me. I would never turn you out.Â
Something happened between me and Isaac during that thing and I donât know if heâll forgive me. Itâs probably best if I give him space.
themanipulativehale:
Not exactly. Although I threw Scott out.
Was he trying to make you âfeel goodâ?
raphmackenzie:
Oh, Mal⊠Youâre already forgiven. [Kisses his cheek.] Iâm just glad youâre okay.
Raph, I-um- have to stay with Scott for a while.
banshexlydxa:
âWell at least thatâs done and over with.â
âIâm sorry.â
ariadnehaven:
I helped get rid of the thing that was making all the werewolves in town either angry or lusty.Â
Thank you so much.
themanipulativehale:
About as eventful as yours, it seems.
You were mean to people too?
You donât have to forgive me but, just know that Iâm really really sorry for being mean.
ariadnehaven:
I helped get rid of the thing that was making all the werewolves in town either angry or lusty.Â
So itâs gone for good now?