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Nico Morin || 24 || Claimed by Caius Elsaeid || Pothead 

[stonernico]

hiddenjemsamuels:

Jem was allowed to get up and move around. He could visit and stay with Liam and see a few people as long as he continually checked in with the doctors. So when he noticed a familiar face he made his way into the room. “You survived.”

Nico took a long moment to look at Jem and register him. He nodded. “You survived too.” There was a bit of guilt in his voice, he remembered what he’d told him. He still thought his words were true. But here they both were. Neither dead. Neither killers.  

[stonernico]

italianinferno:

Dante was looking for a few people when he walked into a room with a long-haired kid. “Damn, I swear, this hospital wing is more confusing than that hell hole.”

It was a pretty lofty claim, and Nico almost laughed as he shook his head. “I really don’t think there’s any truth to that.”

[stonernico]

nurseliamfarris:

The damage wasn’t bad, or at least that’s what Liam had been told after he collapsed in the medical wing. Over-exhaustion and dehydration, about three cracked ribs and a stress fracture to his foot. There was a part of him that wanted to be up, roaming around and helping, but he had enough blood on his hands from the past few days. The guy in the bed across from him was staring blankly. Liam sat up, grunting a little at the pain. “Probably should rest, that’s what everyone needs to do”

Hell no. “Nah,” Sleep meant facing his mind head on again, in a battle he was currently om the ropes in. The games in there were hard, sure. Getting knocked around and almost killed by guys he’d used to sit on the Commons couch with. But the real battle was between Nico and the urge to fall apart. Sleep meant nightmares, going over the deep end. The boy wasn’t ready for that. “I’m not tired, yet.”

[stonernico]

runfastemery:

Emery was just walking through when he noticed the other and raised an eyebrow. “Where the hell have you been?”

“Basement.” He returned simple and despondent. He looked to Emery for a moment, memories from before filled his mind and in an instant he looked away once more.

[stonernico]

kind-soul-quint:

Quint had to be dragged back, the man groaning and snarling as he struggled the best he could against the arms holding him. One man pressed the quickly saturating gauze against one of Quints eyes, another cooing softly to the other that the pain would go away soon. Even as they moved to the bed Quint threw a fist, catching a nurse in the jaw and sending him stumbling. Pain and fear blinded him, the blood getting into his own eye making it hard to see clearly to what was going on as he was roughly forced backdown against the cot. One nurse quickly ran to get an IV drip of pain medication and 

Nico didn’t feel concern for the thrashing body being dragged through the makeshift wing. It was more, a feeling of relation. The scene felt ,like one he had lived, one he was living in that moment. Once the nurses had settled him slightly, leaving to get more sedatives for the thrashing beast, Nico leaned over and tried to speak. Quint? Are you there? Are you okay? “You’ve made it out man, you’re not in any danger, okay? If you don't calm down the nurses will just throw you in the basement.”

[stonernico]

They’d given him a hair tie for his hair. They’d shaved him, treated his wounds, and given him clean clothes and a bottle of water. Still,he simply sat and awaited... He was unsure what. Perhaps a medial attendant to remove him when all was said and done. Perhaps a guard to force him back into the Commons.Until that happened, he was blank eyed and slouched, sitting up on a medical bed.

[avanjogiadaily]

[stonernico]

caius--elsaeid:

What happened next was something so far out of Caius’ control it was almost like he wasn’t there at all. He felt it coming all at once, the confusion and the hurt and the anger and the fear and the sense of dread that was in the pit of his stomach from the moment Nico had left him. It had all built up and, sure, he’d compartmentalized it. He’d tucked it away for a while because, frankly, it wasn’t something he was going to be able to deal with. It was an emotion too raw for him to swallow. He’d grow sick with it. And for once, he wanted to get better, not worse.

But here it was, the wound was reopened and the idea of being able to compartmentalize anything was so far out the window it was in another fucking state. He stepped forward, his eyes flashing as his body started to shake. His hands clenched into fists at his sides and he seemed to hunch just a little, like the weight of the world had decided it was time to rest on top of Caius’ shoulders all over again.

“You- your parents were in New York?” he asked, cocking his head to the side. “I could have fucking TAKEN YOU!” he roared. Oh, people were watching now. Maybe because it was fun for them, because no one seemed to be taking advantage of the associate standing within their midst having a complete mental breakdown. “I could have taken you, I could have gotten you there and back! You didn’t have to… you just… you fucking…”

He turned and ran that same fist hard into a wall, cracking it and breaking a few knuckles in the process. Finally, he turned back to Nico. “Fuck. I was… I fucking looked for you. I waited. I… jesus christ Nico I could have fucking been there for you.”

In theory, Nico should have been fine. After all, he spent the time he’d had alone thinking about this hypothetical reunion between them. He was always alone. He figured, If he ever got out again, Caius would’ve left by that point. He’d have finally gotten away like he’d been wanting. They may never have even taken him out, only use him as a bargaining chip to keep Rigby in line. He thought about Caius’ reaction to seeing him again everyday.

There was one, a nightmare, Caius laughing hysterically at how stupid he percieved Nico’s choices to be. Another, Caius loses it and snaps Nico’s neck. Another, Caius understands all at once and breaks down in tears. This one was hard. Nico had more talking to do. It was hard, jaw clenched trying to fight back the crippling breakdown on the horizon.

“You couldn’t have helped in bringing me there and back, because I didn’t want to come back. There was no way two people could’ve been involved in a successful escape....I thought I could. Which... I-I know now was a lapse of judgement. I was going to get in contact when I could. When I was safe. Through Rigby or something. I couldn’t tell you. You need to go to Ben and get out.” 

 Be irrational while you can.

[stonernico]

milton-lomax:

Milton was in a tussle with another asset while the asset he ‘saved’ got himself together. Once his blade was planted deep into the neck of the asset he fought, Milton stood and just watched the scared little mouse. Normally a viper would take out any meal he could reach. Especially one distracted and possibly wounded, emotionally at least. But he had his fill already. And there was no real fun in it for him to kill someone who appeared weak.

So he came back to stand behind the dark haired boy, gun raised and pointed to the back of his head. With enough pressure that the other would feel the cold steel and know it was there. “So, do you want me to pull this trigger? Because that’s where you are right now. Either you fight with whatever you have or lay down and let someone put you out of your misery. Honestly I’d rather not waste the bullet but if I do I can collect whatever you have and keep it for myself. So…shall I pull the trigger or are you gonna get up and stop making yourself such an easy target?”

Do it. I’m so tired. I don’t think I would even have the energy to feel it. If a bullet went through my brain. Perhaps a moment. To apologize to my family, for never fulfill their hope for me. Then.... nothing.

Nico, pulled himself up slowly, like waking up from a hard sleep.Blood soaking into his black locks, disheveled and dirty. “ I’ve got nothing worth your time on me... Not only that, I’m no fun for you. You like the chase, right? Killing for fun is what you enjoy so you’re wasting a bullet on an easy catch that you gain nothing out of... Don’t waste your time on me...” 

[stonernico]

hiddenjemsamuels:

Jem stepped back too, the hurt obvious in his eyes. “I-why would I help you just to try to kill you?” He questioned as he backed up. “I’ll just leave you alone. Sorry.”

“Because you want whatever resources we both have...” It was a long moment before Nico realized who he was talking to. His eyes weren’t seeing the people he’d known, his fear ran that deeply. “....That’s how you should be thinking. Or else you won’t survive this.” Jem, you deserve to survive. I don’t.

[stonernico]

caius--elsaeid:

Caius didn’t even hear Nico. He just blinked and took another step forward. “I’m here for Ben, he’s in trouble. He’s hurt. And I need to get to him.” Caius sounded a fair bit like a robot as he answered the questions, but when he spoke next his voice was fraught with emotion.

“Where. The FUCK. Were you? I waited for you. I… I lost my fucking mind for you. And now you’re just… here?” 

You’re going to die if you didn’t come in here with the intent to kill. “You’re going to die if you didn’t come here with the intent to kill. You shouldn’t be here. You should’ve sent something to Ben instead...” Nico’s voice also took a robotic tone, Eyes still wary of the body like it wasn’t the man he’d fallen in love with. He was sure he wasn’t the same Nico, that Caius had fallen in love with. Might as well give him what he wants.

“My parents were in New York. I Didn’t mean to find out... but I did. I couldn’t tell Rigby, though he probably knew. I couldn’t tell you. I just had to try...

I got real close...” Nico paused, a far off look in his eyes. His mouth quirked in a way that could’ve been a small smile. 

“You need to get out of here. Find Ben if you think you can make it.”

[stonernico]

hiddenjemsamuels:

Jem watched this all unfold from his hiding spot and at first he shut his eyes but then he stood up and moved quickly, pushing the other off of Nico and hitting him hard enough over the head to knock him out with a nearby bat someone had left. He pulled Nico up and smiled softly. “I didn’t know you were back.”

Lifting Nico from the ground was most likely difficult for two reasons. He was too busy shivering to help himself to his feet, and the moment he was up he was frantic backing away from the boy and looking to him with fearful, weary eyes. “what do you want? If you’re gonna try to kill me, let me know now...”

[stonernico]

milton-lomax:

Then a savior arrived. Or at least a demon searching for his prey. One of the three that had attacked him had gotten away. His hunt interrupted but far from over. Milton moved through the fields of bodies and blood looking for one face. One mark to end the hunt before he could return to the rest. And there he found him. Knife to the throat of some asset who made no effort to really fight back.

He moved towards the pair, steps falling silent under the cover of screams and gun fire. The asset would only feel the cold edge of Milton’s gun to his temple before that white hot bullet was sent tearing through his skull. The blood splashed everywhere but mostly on the asset that was pinned down. Milton looked down at the guy with eyes void of any humanity behind those dark orbs. Finger stroking the trigger as he contemplated: death or mercy?

Something told him this one had no fight in him. Maybe death would’ve been mercy and thus leaving him to suffer the rest of this week…or how ever long he lasted was far worse. “You’re welcomed.” He replied before turning away and moving to the next kill.

Nico wasn’t usually afraid of blood, but as the spatter landed all over his face, he felt a shiver moving through him, though the red liquid was warmed. Get the body off you. take the knife. Run away from this guy.  But he couldn’t go anywhere. He felt so cold.

Get the body off you. Take the knife... Nico didn’t move for a few minutes, but it felt like hours to him. Anyone that did come around only saw bodies, too afraid to invesitgate, they ran off. He pushed up and the dead man slid to the ground, knife falling onto the floor. Nico took it, and the phone, those his hands were two earthquakes and there seemed to be no stopping them, or the rest of his body for shivering.

[stonernico]

caius--elsaeid:

There he was.

In the smoke and the noise and the blurr of people, Caius was pretty sure he had imagined it. But he stopped to look at the other for an extended moment and… there was nothing he could do to deny it.

The emotions he felt were too broad to describe. There was anger, sure, it was thick and heavy and it made his tongue feel strange. There was fear. There was anguish. There was sadness. The only thing lacking was joy. He wasn’t happy to see Nico, not here, not like this.

His mouth  moved before he could stop himself.  

“Where the fuck were you?” he asked, taking a few steps towards the other.

@stonernico

He turned to the presence, newly acquired knife in his grip, outstretched in the figure’s direction.

He was shaking, heavy. The only thing on his mind was the falseness of it all. there was no way

Caius was here now. He wasn’t there. “What are you doing down here? They’re not letting you down unless you’re planning on killing assets... You can’t be here.”

Nico’s heart was racing, miles a minute and it was all it took not let the blaring pain of his thoughts overtake him. “Why’re you here Caius?”

[stonernico]

mrsilasward:

“Maybe, but unfortunately, I’m still human,” he murmured softly. Blue eyes watched the other quietly as he fidgeted with the phone. “I’m sure Bellamy won’t let me hide forever without making me do something anyways…

Silas may have meant nothing by it, but those words sparked something in him.  Bellamy won’t me hide forever... he’s going to try to kill you. Nico looked up from the phone to the other. Eyes darts, he held the knife tight in his grip and began to move away. “I’ll throw it. Don’t come near me.” And he backed away, back to the direction he came .

[stonernico]

edric-wescott:

Edric stood over the two assets he had just killed, his mind attempting to figure out what all of this had meant to him, what it said about him. It wasn’t that he felt guilty for what he had done, because he didn’t. It was the fact that he hadn’t felt anything towards his victims. Not a single thing. Is this what Bellamy and Milton felt when they killed? The rush of adrenaline, and an echoing emptiness within them?

The teen frowned, setting the knife down beside the barista’s body, and started his trek back to his makeshift fort. He didn’t want to be like them, empty and angry, constantly searching for something to fill a bottomless hole that plagued them both. Did this mean he too was missing something vital within him? – The sound of footsteps stopped Edric, his body tensing in anticipation. “Milton? Clayton?” He hoped it was them, to whisk him away to someplace safe. “Is that you?”

Hack. Hack. Hack.  That was the sole thought the long haired male had at the moment. Glancing up only occasionally, the phone in his  band wasn’t giving him anything good, he’d opened it and was fiddling with the hardware itself now. It was a mistake, one that left him vulnerable for ambush, but damn he didn’t care any.

He was a reactionary husk at this point. So when he glanced up and saw Edric, he didn’t have a mind to say anything but stare back at him. Search his memory for anything that signified this was a person, a real human. And not a hallucination like the rest of this.

[stonernico]

Things Silas didn’t want to come upon: This. He didn’t even really know the guy, but this looked unfair and he’d seen that face before – the crestfallen, ready to give up – in himself. So, with shaky hands, he pointed the gun at one of their feet and shot. At the very least, it was enough to slightly injure one of them and have them run off. Knives vs gun…. Not very good chances.

Quickly, he ran to the other’s side and tried to life him up. “We have to move.”

The stoner heard the footsteps and knew someone was coming. This guy, hopped up on adrenaline, was unaware of them. Which allowed for the painfully obvious timid soul to shoot his leg, and Nico was quick to take advantage, take the knife, and jab it into the guy’s side to ensure he wouldn’t muster the courage to find them.

He should've let you die. “You should’ve let me die.” Nico said, eyes latched onto the phone. In an instant he was hacking again. Almost as if it were comforting. As he walked down the hallway. With Silas for the time being.