#p:charles

[sophia-leonard-blog]

Blood Or Love || Soles

She was moving as fast as she dared. The facts of the situation were that as a result of her rape, she was in a lot of pain every time she took a step. But she was moving down the halls as fast as she could from the moment she was allowed to leave the room. She ran on autopilot. Refusing to allowed herself to think before she got to her room. To the only place she felt any margin of safety in this hell hole. 

No one stopped her. They cast her looks of varying types, pity, hatred, amusement, disgust. She ignored them. She still tasted blood in her mouth, she felt it drying around her mouth. She could only imagine how she looked. Disheveled, with blood on her hands and lips. She must look disgusting. But what else did they expect of Patton’s whore? There was no dignity in belonging to that Monster. 

When she reached the door to the closest thing she had to a door, she opened it and practically collapsed into the room. She shut the door and leaned against the wall. It took about 10 seconds for her to start crying. About 20 until her stomach started to roll. She ran to the bathroom, not taking notice in that moment if Charlie was in the room or not. She fell to her hands and knees in the bathroom, throwing up in the toilet. 

The taste of Lana’s blood a second time only made her throw up more. Her mind flashed with everything she had seen in the past two hours, her body shook, aching from Patton’s abuse. Everything Patton had said about her practically burned into her skin. She was free, but the memories were already trying to drag her to purgatory. 

[paige-wolfe-blog]

Sour Betrayal || Paige & Charles

As the girl turned away from the boy she could have sworn was her entire future, she found herself heading in the opposite direction of her room. Because her heart and lungs were ablaze with fury that she’d been misled and simply set into such a cruel trap. She needed to confront the man. And normally, Paige would have been too intimidated by Charles’ size and reputation to say a thing, but she had a new found courage in her anger. 

Paige barely stopped at the door to his suite, knocking hard a few times before strolling in. And she found Charles chugging into a bottle of liquor. “Oh just lovely! Dr-Drinking away your guilt?” 

Charles looked up from the bottle, shocked to see the girl who had just screamed at him less than an hour ago. Normally, he wouldn’t let anyone speak to him with such disrespect. But he remembered his promise to Malcolm, and he knew he had to keep a lid on his patience. “Yes,” he responded, nodding his head. He drank to forget the new batch of young people who were dead because he couldn’t do a thing to save them. This time of the year was always most difficult on Charles. 

Paige continued to stare at him in disbelief and disgust, “Tell me d-d-did you know??”

“What are you talking about, Paige?” he faced her so that she could see his lips moving. Closed his bottle of liquor and placed it back on the table. He wouldn’t drink in her presence. 

“Malcolm!” she screamed, losing control of her voice as the tone fluctuated for a moment, “He’s alive! He’s here! And not a ghost, not a fucking sp-spirit! He’s alive and Radley th-they... they did something to him! Did you know? When you t-t-told me he was dead, did you know??” Paige found her fists clutching for something, maybe her trusty dagger from the island. It seemed that may have been her only companion anymore, but it was far away. 

Charles’ face changed as she spoke. He seemed taken aback genuinely from the revelation. “He’s... alive?” he wasn’t asking, really, just repeating what she’d said for the recognition. Then it dawned on him, “I knew somethin’ was up... I just had no clue, Paige. I didn’t know it was him...” 

Paige frowned, watching Charles as he spoke. She believed him, because there was a truth and a faithfulness to the way his body stood and his words seeped through his lips, “H-How did you know something w-was up..?”

“Matt. Little bastard gained back his status here way too quick...” Charles’ voice was grim, as he internally beat himself up for not sniffing this out sooner. 

“Matt,” there was no doubt as she repeated the serpent’s name. He would stoop to whatever levels to regain his place here at Michalla’s side, and she was sure in that moment that he had. Paige was furious, even more so than she had been when she first arrived at Charles’ room. 

She turned away from the grown man, and she left without a word. 

[paige-wolfe-blog]

Wake Me Up || Paige & Charles

Nearly a month ago, the girl had watched the boy she loved fall from a steep cliff. She’d tried to climb down to be at his side in his final moments. She was hysteric as she approached his still body but just as she got close, she’d been taken by a man much older and stronger than herself. Then, taken to a helicopter far away from the island and far away from Malcolm. She clawed at the people who held her in place, cried and kicked and screamed. 

The world was a blur around her and all she could see was the flash of the boy she loved saying he loved her once more before plunging to his death. Eventually, the men and women in the helicopter had little choice but to put Paige under sedation because she was just too frantic to calm. Usually, Radley would put their victors under medically induced comas for a week or so to recover from the island. 

But Paige was being kept under much longer, a month now to be exact. Charles visited the pale brunette every single day. Most of the new patients had arrived, but were unaware yet of what was to come, so things were calm for him and Sophia. For now. He was worried for the girl, ever-wondering why they hadn’t awoken her yet. 

He sat by her bed, talking to her about Malcolm as he usually did. He knew she couldn’t hear him, but he was sure if she could, Malcolm was exactly the person she’d want to hear about. And one day, this day... Paige’s eyes slowly opened. She let out a soft groan, and it took her a moment to regain consciousness and to realize she was within the walls of Radley’s infirmary. 

She blinked a few times, then carefully turned her neck to look at the man seated beside her bed. “Ch-Charles..?” her voice was nearly a croak. She looked down over her arms, covered with IVs. Then memories from her time on the island resurfaced in painful detail. Tears came to her eyes as she whipped her head back to look at Charles again, “Where is he? Please... t-t-tell me he’s ok-kay...”

Charles was so relieved when Paige woke up, he couldn’t even hide the look on his face. He rushed from his seat up to his feet, “Hey, there.” He smiled at her until the moment she mentioned Malcolm. Now, he was to be the bearer of the worst news for this poor sweet girl. He frowned, gulping, “Malcolm didn’t... he didn’t make it, Paige...”

“No...” Paige shook her head and quickly closed her eyes as if she could make it all just disappear without being able to see or hear any of it. But she remembered. The boy had jumped from so high. Why did he have to jump...? Tears came through, even with her eyes tightly shut, rolling down her cheeks. 

Charles laid a hand on Paige’s shoulder. He knew he would have to wait for her to compose herself before he spoke. He would have to be patient with her, the way he’d promised Malcolm he would be. His heart broke for the girl as she crumbled into grieving sobs. Finally, Paige opened her eyes again to meet his. 

“He... He loved you so much, Paige,” Charles said solemnly, because it was the truth and it was the most comforting thing he could think to say. Then he sighed, and he shook his head, squeezing her shoulder only slightly with his hand, “You’re not alone here. You’ve got me. And Sophia. A fucked up family, but a family all the same.”

Through her tears, Paige could barely see when he spoke. No, this couldn’t be. Her mind raced. There was no way he was gone, just like that. No funeral even? No mourning. How was she supposed to move on with her life? She would kill them all. Every single person who’d ever contributed to Malcolm’s death would burn in the fire’s of hell and Paige would make sure her hands were the hands to land each of them there. 

She appreciated Charles at that moment, but was too angry to show it. And instead, the brunette screamed out, pain echoing in her voice, “Get me the fuck out of here!” He looked shocked at her outburst, but then nodded his head, turning from her to get a nurse to unhook all the IVs from Paige’s arm. 

After informing the woman that Paige was ready to leave, Charles stopped just before Paige’s bed, “You ever need anything... you got it.” He wasn’t angry at the girl. How could he be? He understood what it was like to lose everything you ever loved. The difference was, he got Sophia back -- Paige would never get Malcolm back. 

[mac-malcolm-blog]

A Game to Win || Soles and Mac

Malcolm walked purposeful and calmly. His mission today was a hard one, but one he had come to accept. He had put a lot of thought into what he was planning, and he knew that there was only one person that he could trust enough to take over the second half of the plan. 

With the games only a couple days away, Malcolm had turned all his attention to Paige. More specifically, how to take care of her after he died in the games and she continued on to the next year. Obviously, a dead man couldn’t help anyone. So Malcolm’s task was to find someone that he trusted that he knew would protect her. 

Malcolm only trusted two people with Paige. 

When he found himself at the door of Charles Spradley’s room, Malcolm knew that it would always come to this. Malcolm would do anything for Paige, even lay his life down for her. Now, he had to prepare for when he did.

He knocked at the door of the suite the couple pretty much shared, tapping his foot nervously. They had to agree to his plan. Otherwise, there was no other way. 

[pattongrear-blog]

Crimson Blood, Crimson Wine || Satton

Tonight was the night. That blonde bitch would once again be his. Not sexually perhaps, he might not have the stamina after such a long evening of schmoozing investors. The Investor’s Fundraiser was always Patton’s favorite night of the year. He always took someone with him, though before it had never been a resident of Radley Institute, usually just a woman he’d picked up at a bar somewhere and made to keep silent through threats and promises she’d be set free upon its finish. He never did let those women go free. It was too much of a risk. 

Now, though, he could take Sophia, a patient at Radley. He could show her off. His special case, the one he’d been working on for most of the year. Already his mind was playing through the things he could say were wrong with her. He knew he would say something about her ex-fiance and how he’d killed the man she’d fucked on the side. That would certainly hit a chord with the woman. And he loved to see her squirm uncomfortably in his presence. 

The man had searched for quite a while to find the perfect gown for her and spent quite the pretty penny on it as well. He sent a woman he’d hired to her room with specific instructions. She was to make sure that Sophia looked absolutely dashing that night. She was to be wearing exactly the outfit and the hairstyle and the make-up Patton had chosen. 

As if he were dressing up a doll, designing his own perfect fuck-toy. 

Being around the woman this night would certainly be a task for only the most strong-willed. He would be tempted, he was sure, to bring the woman to their cell at some point that night. Hell, even on multiple occasions. And perhaps at the end of the evening, there would be time for that. But he would have to restrain himself until then. 

Dressed in his three-piece suit, the man smoked a cigarette before heading to Radley Institute and walking through the front doors into the lobby almost as if he owned the place. He knew where Sophia would be. Not in her own cell, but in Charles’ room. So he made his way there, and didn’t even knock on the man’s room, just entered. “Ah, my princess, there you are.” He looked away from the blonde and to Charles who was obviously seething simply by Patton’s presence, “Hello, Charles. Lovely day out isn’t it?”

[mac-malcolm-blog]

Father Figure || Charles and Malcolm

It was experiment day. Malcolm had no idea what to expect from this day, and as he dragged himself around in preparation, Malcolm hoped that they wouldn’t poison him again, because he was still recovering from Matthew’s little trick. If Malcolm hadn’t been so weak the last couple of days, he might have reintroduced Matthew with the consequences of pissing Malcolm off. 

But Malcolm did no such thing, and on that day, it wasn’t a thought in the front of his mind as he and many other patients headed for the experiment. He had no idea who he was going to be partnered with, he hoped that they wouldn’t make him watch Paige suffer again. There were so many concerns in his mind that he could have sworn it was a hurricane. 

The patients stood in a line and one by one were lead away. Malcolm waited his turn, not speaking or fidgeting like some of the other patients. The guard came and lead him towards his cell, and Malcolm tried hard to keep his face blank. He would not give them the satisfaction of showing emotion. That would be letting them win. 

As Malcolm stepped into the room, he looked through the window on the other side. He was almost sure that Paige would entre that room at any moment. But she didn’t. 

Instead, when the door opened, the large figure of a man stepped through, and Malcolm recognized Charles. Malcolm felt himself fill with dread. If there were two people at Radley that Malcolm didn’t wnat to see experimented on, it was Charles and Paige. And Sophia, although Malcolm didn’t personally know her.

Malcolm took a deep breath. It was going to be a long day. 

[sophia-leonard-blog]

Broken Moments || Soles

She was curled up in a ball, laying on the cot in her cell. She hated this place, but she refused to leave. Not for meals, which had to be brought to her, not for a drink of water, also brought to her. Apparently, Patton didn’t want his shiny new toy to die before he got tired of her and threw her away. 

No, she laid down there, day after day. Sometimes to exhausted to cry, sometimes in to much pain. She was disgusting, is all she knew. Dirty, gross, the slut Patton had called her. She knew it. So she refused to leave. Refused to see anyone, even Charlie. Especially Charlie. 

She couldn’t face him after what she had done. She couldn’t watch the anger in his face, because she would have to tell him what happened. Patton enjoyed leaving marks too much to make it subtle. One glance at the woman, and you could see the handy work of a monster. But she wasn’t sure who was worse, Patton, for what he had done to her, what he made her do. Or herself. 

There was a knock on her door. She knew it was unlocked, she hadn’t bothered to lock it. What was the point anymore? “Go away!” She managed in a broken voice. But she said it, throat raw from days of crying off and on. It was probably just another guard, sent with a tray of food she would hardly touch. She didn’t even bother to stir from her cot, she didn’t care enough to.  

[therealnicolepeltz]

Twenty Minutes Past Eleven {Nicole and Charles}

Driving a motorcycle in the slanted streets of San Francisco was a bit of an extreme activity. Doing it in rainy weather was just stupid, and something that not even Nicole, someone who had what she thought was a fearless attitude towards life, would do. Not sober, not drunk or under any other substance she could put herself through. During August and until the rain season was over, the bright green motorcycle remained parked outside her apartment on Sixth Street and her main transport then became the bus and trains that ran up and down the city. Which brought another issue to her life: she had to be back home early, or at least early enough to take the last buses. But Nicole was a free soul, lover of the party life and the stay-up-late careless life, as if she hadn’t learned anything from her life experiences already. 

It was a Friday night. Nicole had been out since sunset, however none of the bars near her place seemed entertaining enough so she decided to go a bit further in pursuit of something new and perhaps something(one) fun to do that night. But after a few hours of trying, the girl gave up and decided to come back home alone. She had been standing in the bus stop for about ten minutes, sheltering herself from the rain with her own jean jacket, and completely unaware that it was twenty minutes past eleven and the last bus that could take her home was long gone. 

The sound of her phone announcing she had no more than 5% of battery left was what made her check the time. “Fuck!” She cursed to herself, letting down her jacket not even caring if the rain ruined her already ruined hair. There wasn’t much left to do that night, anyway. Nicole lifted her eyes and saw the sign of a mechanic shop with the lights on still. Now it was time to get paranoid. After a couple minutes of thought, not knowing what kind of person could be behind the counter, she decided to cross the street and step into the shop. “Hello?” The girl called with a husky voice full of fake confidence. “I was- uhm... I was wondering if maybe I could-” Her question was interrupted as she almost smashed herself into a big man’s figure, that her eyes followed all the way up from his chest to his face. Nicole cleared her throat. “If maybe I could use your phone?” She finished her questioned in a much quieter tone.