Zachariah

Zachariah Michael Milkovich, but call me Zach. >> June 27, 1987 || 14/26 >> I don't remember a god damn fucking thing.

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"Yeah," He chuckled, looking down at Kass. Her mind was absolutely hilarious to him, how she tried to think of other things, how she tried to remember it 'wasn't him', et cetera et cetera. "You can say 'it's ok' all you want but I doubt you'll be saying that when this is all over." But then, there were her screams. Causing such pain was something that fueled a demon, fed them to feel more than satisfied in a way that just eating flesh couldn't. It was the voice of chaos, pain. 

He more watched her. Her reactions and how she moved if she could. Now that he thought of it, all those glass shards and burnt body parts enhanced her appearance if anything. Inside, so was Zach. He hadn't a choice, anyway. You're not crazy. Was he not? Was he not doing this? Could she be right? No of course she is, this is a demon controlling him—remember that! The demon laughed and Zach screamed for her. "I'm okay! I'M FINE! I THINK! IT'S NOT REAL!" But it was all the same, right? He didn't know. He didn't know anymore. 

It wasn't good for him to see any of it, though, either. This all happened to him? It drove him insane. He grasped his head and whispered, "Stop, stop, stop." to himself. He seemed to flinch and twitch whenever something happened to him. Look at Kass again please look at Kass again. And so he did, remarkably. But the demon was listening to her head, and so was Zach very unwillingly. Something in Kass had shut down and Zach yelled so loud he felt as if his own, whatever-throat would burst. 

"Oh wow..." The demon observed, with Kass leaning on him and he hearing that faint, I'm not crazy. Shoving her to the floor and standing beside her, he looked down at Kass. "You're very weak. Which I've known from the start but I didn't know how weak. You shut down... so fast, I really barely laid a god damn finger on you. I didn't even get to show you the thing in the art room, it was the last thing actually. The thing that reawakened Zach's mental illnesses while he was dead. The thing that would've been pretty damn painful but I bet you would've loved what with your addiction. You couldn't hold on just for that? And then I would've killed you after that and you'd be out of your so called misery."

"SHUT UP!" Something in Zach was building up. The effort to fight the demon off had heightened so much during this entire time and he felt some hidden, raising panics increasing as the moments went. Heart beat quickening again and gasping once more, Zach felt like collapsing. "Kass, I'm so sorry, I'm—You're not crazy, you hear me?" He took her hand in his and looked at her with such scared and desperately apologetic eyes. "You need to get out of here... now." He swallowed hard, his body convulsing in sudden, small jolts as if he were being electrocuted. "Come on, come on—the door." He looked up, jumped over her and stopped for a moment as for a moment, he felt as if he were wax trying to move. He felt his head, and his chest burning with a pain he tried to ignore, but he groaned and willed everything he had to just get the god damn door open. 

Do I have to hurt you, too? Zach's eyes widened and his eyes shut for a moment—finally a moment of darkness—but just as a deep scar appeared against his cheek, like something invisible was clawing at it. Big deal. That was like a paper clip compared to what Kass got, and Zach continued although with difficulty until his hand landed on the door knob. 

There was such bright light when the door opened. The demon in that second took control again. He looked up, annoyance etched on his face and he rolled his eyes. Turning around, he scowled down at Kass. "Sorry about that. Technical difficulties, please stand by." He shook his head and came to a dissatisfying decision. "I'll reschedule your death, Kass. Not today. Aren't you just lucky?" But he was suddenly so satisfied as he looked down at her again when he stepped up beside her. "I think death would actually be kinder to you what with where your head is at right now. You crazy, crazy, crazy bitch. If you thought this was bad, you've got no clue." She would suffer now, and that was actually perfect. The demon grabbed her broken arms and dragged her on the floor, backing up towards the door. "Someone'll find you. Don't worry." And, once she was right out the door slammed the door so hard the wood banged on her head.

The demon was now free to panic himself. For someone who didn't remember much, he was certainly fighting harder than the Zach he truly came from. And that worried him just a little. He wasn't done in here yet. He couldn't be. Kass still had to die.

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If you fall, stumble down I’ll pick you up off the ground 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

If only I could find the answer To take it all away Sometimes I wish I could save you And there’re so many things that I want you to know I wont give up till it’s over If it takes you forever I want you to know

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So disrespectful. And yet, he expected nothing but that from her. The demon smirked to himself as Kass barely inched away from him. He himself slowly to a step every time she increased their distance—but it was only slight. It was funny, her in pain, her still trying to get away from him and he just walked over. "Really you're... going to try? Really?" He asked, shaking his head.

The demon rolled his eyes and disappeared momentarily, walking off somewhere and coming back with what seemed like glass cups. He smashed them on the floor beside her. "Do I have to restrain you?" He asked, though their power was so great and silent, if Kass tried to move away from that very spot, she would now suddenly be unable to.

His eyes narrowed at Kass when she tried to reach the boy he was possessing, the very boy he was, indeed, extracted from, after all. Inside, Zach felted like he was going short of breath, breathing heavily and trying so hard to just stop. Or win himself back, or something. His breaths quickened and he felt like his heart was going to rip out of his chest as he saw his own hands grab a particularly sharp glass shard. Zach wake up, wake up, WAKE UP! He shouted at himself, like Kass had. FIGHT HIM! His eyes squeezed shut tightly, though could still see as his hand lifted over Kass' forehead and lowered sharply, but stopped just so, right before it pierced her skin, though still touched it.

The face of cruel delight was replaced by deepened sadness and fear. "I'm so sorry." Zach whispered, sounding as if he were about to break down. He swallowed hard, fighting to breathe as if he could, panicking outwardly. His hands shook and he shook his head. "No... n-no!" His breathing quieted so suddenly, the shaking stopped. His heart beat slowed to something normal. And his eyes, his eyes were suddenly just a quiet fury. "That's the second time he's done that. But the first time he just kind of... cried." He scoffed. "He must really care about you, Kass. Considering you don't care as much about him in return. That's pretty bitchy of you."

With the glass shard still in his hand, he pierced Kass' forehead, though not through it's entirety. He jiggled it and took it out, only to stick it back in as if it were some video tape going into a VCR so the shard was like a bump under her skin. There were many other glass shards, and he did this with each of them throughout her body. Though, occasionally he sliced at her skin here and there. "I don't know why you sound so mad, honestly, you should be thankful that you're literally my masterpiece."

Once the last shard was stuck into her skin, he stood up and walked off into the darkness once more. Emerging once more in the light, he held a piece of coal, held by a fireplace tong. "This room's got everything, it's amazing." 'DON'T TOUCH HER! DON'T HURT HER! STOP IT!' As he inched closer to her with the bright, hot, burning rock, Zach, trapped, was panicking inwardly even more so, kicking at nothing and screaming at nothing beseechingly. All the while, the demon touched Kass' neck with the burning coal for some twenty seconds, down her arm, on the side of her face, kicking her over to burn her back for what was a good hour. And finally, he threw the damn thing to the side of some darkness of the room. "That was preparing you for something else because the next thing..."

He pulled her up again, where the room was a little more familiar. Though Zach was something like thirteen with having had spent two years in the asylum. He was calmly in his room, reading, but his head jolted as if he were trying to shake leftover water from his ear. Quietly, so Kass could hear, too, the sounds of ghastly, echoing and overlapping whispers filled the room with cruel words. Kill yourself. You're nothing. You mistake, you FREAK FREAK! Nobody likes you, NOTHING YOU'RE NOTHING.

"Stop, stop, stop," Past-Zach whispered to himself, letting the book fall to hold his head, the side of his ears. He sat at the edge of the bed, begin to panic as he rocked back and forth. "Stop stop stop, shut up shut up shut up." He muttered to himself, his eyes shutting tightly. And they got louder, louder, and louder, and louder. Zach paced around the room and shouted louder as if it were a contest. "SHUT UP! GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" And he kicked at the cabinet and pounded his fist on the walls in frustration until he started to tear up and glanced over to a bottle of pills—the very same that Kass told Zach to throw as far as he could, though not as battered and old. Bright and new. "They'll stop, you'll stop." And he popped them in one by one, with the naive mentality that the more you took, the better he'd get. It was only ten minutes until Zach seemed to have slowed and he crawled up on his bed and shook until his eyes shut and he looked as if he were sleeping.

"Cue to hell." It was too fast, too sudden. Bright red walls that looked as if they were inside a volcano surrounded them, and more importantly surrounded Zach who looked more than terrified. He started running, where he didn't know, until some monstrous creature grabbed him and pulled him screaming and kicking onto a table. Rusty chains slithered and locked around him so he couldn't move. "Look, oh my god, I'm being born, this is the coolest thing." The demon, beside Kass spoke, rather cheerily as they watched. It seemed endless. The grotesque demon stabbed, sliced, burned, twisted and ripped at Zach's body until he was still, only for his body to suddenly pull itself together. The boy was sweating and he begged quietly for the thing to let him go.

"Let me go," he said, his voice broken, some memory of what just happened still in his head, and again the gruesome demon cut him up like he was plain food, and Zach was still again. Until he wasn't suddenly and there was, once again, no trace of harm. "STOP! STOP!" He yelled, only cut off by real screams. Killing yourself is a sin. Something echoed, and some strange knife entered him—a knife that removed humanity. That was when he writhed and flailed and tried to kick and break free, it was much more violent than before. "Look there I am oh my god I am so cute." The demon told Kass happily. "That wasn't fun though. Thirteen human years is the equivalent of 1560 years in hell. That's how much your brother, me, was tortured for. And then he managed to fight against me so he could at least have some control over himself and managed to escape and the rest is history. You met a month after he came back here." By the time he was done speaking, little younger Zach had died and come back an entire thirteen times already, and the pool of blood seemed never ending and kept dripping. Darkness again surrounded them other than the light and the demon looked over at her. "It's like when your dad probably filmed your mom giving birth to you. It's literally just like that but in my memory. Calm down."

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His voice had an odd, smooth, swing to it and it made her skin crawl; goosebumps rising on her arms. As he walked over to the corner of his bed, Kass turned and began walking to the door to leave. Everything about his exterior screamed creepy and where that look found his features, something bad was sure to follow. Her heart sped up when the lights flickered and she came to a stop with her hand on the doorknob, looking up at the ceiling as they the electricity stabilized again. Upon hearing his voice so close behind her, Kass spun around, inhaling a sharply through her nose as his words poured into her head, creating a whirlpool of thoughts that had her in a perfect moment of distraction. Well, perfect for him. Suddenly his arms were raised and before she could have a second to react by even widening her eyes, she dropped to floor with a thud, out cold.

She felt a nudge — which was really him kicking her inside — and then she rolled over and everything went dark. She groaned as she slowly began to push herself up, her hand finding the aching spot on her head, rubbing it soothingly. “What the fuck…” She muttered before the door closed, causing her to jump. What was this place? And why were the fucking lights off? It took a moment for everything that had just happened to set in again, and when it did, Kass rose to her feet and reached out to try and find a wall she could use to direct herself. “Where the fuck am I…?” She asked herself out loud, completely unaware of ‘Zach’s’ presence. 

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"Uh this is the demon room." Zach spoke, biting back a laugh at Kass’ confusion and looking so very lost. "I decided uh, that, the problem…" He took a step forward, where then, a one candle propped up on a table lit up just in front of her. "BOO!" He shouted, jumping in sight with the small amount of light. "I decided your problem is that you can’t sympathize. And since you mean a lot to Zach I won’t kill you, but I’ll just… help you understand. Everything.” He paused for a moment. “I should probably tell you in case you haven’t picked up on it yet that, hi, I’m the demon you met a year ago. I know you, you know me. Remember eyes went black and you were like ‘holy shit’ and then I thought you might faint and then Zach being the good boy he was offered to catch you if you fell and then you said something like no because you’d crush us which was… hilarious actually, because that’s wrong.”

He took in a deep breath, though his eyes lit up with mischievous excitement. “I guess… we should start from the beginning.” He supposed, whatever. The demon quite shared Lilith’s admiration for the dramatics. He blew on the candle so it was dark again, and the first thing he did bend her forearms backward into a position that shouldn’t be, only content at the crunch of her bones. Zach shrugged and thought her wrists should be broken, too. Or fingers. Something in the hands. “I love this game.” He told her, grabbing her hands and pushing them back. “Mercy, mercy, mercy—sucks to be you.” Under his grasp, her fingers bent back so easily as if they were all toothpicks. The demon didn’t waste time to then pull one of her legs out from under her to cause her to fall, but then only to step on her legs so hard so they broke, too.

"Cool." Inside, Zach was writhing and yelling even louder than ever. STOP! STOP IT! WHY CAN’T I STOP?! It made the demon chuckle under his breath, and he grabbed one of Kass’ arms to help her sit up. Which, just then, it seemed as if they weren’t in the same darkness anymore.

The demon seemed to have vanished, sure, but he was around. Instead, the room was now something like a room of a well kept house. A woman and two men were at a dining table, though not eating. Just then, at the stairs appeared a much younger Zach, one of shorter height and eve shorter hair. He walked cautiously down the stairs and entered the dining room.

"Where’s the roast beef?" One of the men had asked sharply. Zach’s original adoptive dad.

"Roast beef?" Zach asked, looking worriedly.

"Yes. Roast beef. Beef when it’s roasted. You know your uncle doesn’t fucking eat pasta.” It was then that Zach closed his eyes in dread and sighed heavily. “YOU SHOULD’VE KNOWN THAT!” The dad threw glasses and plates, shattering everywhere and Zach tried to dodge them, other than a small piece of glass finding its way to the skin above his brow.

Dad had then stood up from the table and stormed over to Zach, grabbing him by the shirt and dragging him to the living room, right in front of the fire. He bashed the boy’s head against the wall three times and then, with one of the tools, grabbed a piece of coal and set it against the back of Zach’s neck. You screwed up, you idiot you screwed up, you fucked up, mistake, you mistake. The same, the very same as the voices he used to hear in that moment echoed out, overlapping one another creepily, so Kass could hear them, too.

All too soon, the room was dark again other than a small light in the middle of the room above Kass. Zach stepped in front of her. “Sad, right?” He asked. “I—okay Zach before… everything—endured that sort of thing for… eight years. Lots of fun. Lots. And now it’s your turn.”

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The blonde timidly nodded her head as he shook his and for a minute she contemplated telling him that she had messed it up. Her mouth twisted slightly as she lowered her chin, bringing her hair into her face. On the one hand maybe he would like to hear how it all happened just to know, but on the other hand she was convinced it really wasn’t necessary and she could at least spare herself that embarrassment. She decided to go with the ladder. As Zach spoke the words, ‘I beg to differ’, Stassi raised her head, her green eyes settling on him studiously. Her reactions were always her giveaways and she knew that, which made her try that much harder to keep herself unreadable, but failing even at her best attempt. As he met her at her level, Stassi automatically tensed — now there were two reasons to be nervous about him; although the rush being near him gave her was slightly higher than the fear. Still facing forward, she looked at him from the corner of her eye, her mouth falling open just slightly as she sucked in a breath of cold, dry air — the sting in her lungs seemed to wake her up, and just in time to hear him clearly above her own thoughts.

His words hit her harder than she led on despite the fact that she had always been one to stick to the belief of being unable to miss something you never had. Maybe this wasn’t about that, though. Maybe he meant it from a moral standpoint — before she gave herself a moment to contemplate anything further, Stassi turned her head to look at him, meeting his eyes — his, once again, dazzling eyes — with hers; her expression faltered upon him looking at her like that; the way that always made her knees weak and stomach churn, and as he leaned down her heart began to knock against her chest so hard she was sure she was about to explode. Upon their lips meeting, her eyelids closed over her green hues and she straightened her posture as if she’d just been struck with a jolt of electricity — Stassi had never once believed this moment would come again despite always hoping. Her fingers curled into the snow — secretly hoping to find his hand — the sting of which somehow keeping her grounded from floating up to cloud 9; as Zach pulled away the quickness of it all hit her, hardly giving her a moment to react as everything else replaying in her head was taking up all of her attention, leaving her dumbfounded before him.

"Ok-kay." She said softly, nodding as another vibrant blush painted her porcelain cheeks. There was a sensation in her chest that was only associated with Zach and as hard as it made forming sentences, Stassi owed him more than just an okay. “Z-Zachariah,” she spoke up to stop him from walking away just yet and began to chew her lip when she realized she hadn’t planned what to say next. What was appropriate? “Thank you… f-for, um…” God, she was awkward. Any other girl probably would have confidently strutted along beside him or done something smooth and flirty to thank him rather than just saying it and feeling stupid. “Y-You know…” She finally finished before pulling herself to her feet and starting off. 

As she pushed her feet through the snow she had to admit she felt a little more at ease to approach him now — and wasn’t that always a difficult thing at fifteen. Stassi was no exception to the basic assumptions of teenagers. Upon hearing the crack of the ice and the splash of Zach falling in, Stassi’s gaze shot over to his direction, her eyes widening the second she realized what had happened. “ZACHARIAH!" She screamed, breaking into a run towards him. Everything inside of her had switched from feeling warm and giggly to a cold, spine chilling fear for him — nearly paralyzing her when he took a moment to surface again. Dropping to her knees upon reaching the frozen over lake, she held out her hand for him, leaning over as far as she could. Her hand hovered, following every movement he made until she was finally able to wrap her fingers around his nearly frozen ones. "I’ve g-got you — I-I won’t l-let go!" She promised as she began to pull on him to get him out; planting her other hand into the snow at the edge for stability.

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Reaching to her was simple. She didn't even hesitate to help him. It was all too perfect. The second Stassi grabbed his hand was her literally walking into death, like she just shook a deal to die. Not that she knew that of course, though in seconds, she certainly would. Zach held her hand and his eyes looked up into her green ones. For a second, they were frightened and relieved. The very next, his face hardened. Any trace of fear was replaced with anger, hatred. His eyes sparked with excitement and his grip on Stassi's hand turned vice-like. 

He tugged on her hand to draw her closer, though not into the water yet. Just so their noses just barely touched. "I hate you, Anastasia. Your naivety is going to kill you. This is your fault. He can't have someone like you." He spoke through gritted teeth and pointed nails pierced through hand. The demon pulled the blonde girl into the water icy water. He climbed out of the water at such fast ease and kneeled over the edge. 

With a strong fist, he slammed it against the ice to break off a rock hard piece. His eyes darkened as he lifted the ice with his two hands and whacked it against the side of Stassi's head, then right on top of it. Just to make her bleed. Even drowning was boring if they didn't bleed. He looked down at the ice that surrounded most of Stassi and he smiled. "Smell ya later." He said, dunking her under and keeping her in there without problem. Her struggle made him smirk, and even more so, the ice was starting to reform to seal the hole in the lake. 

That didn't compare to Zach though. Killing Erin and Dr. Connors wasn't apparently this painful. The demon could hear Zach in his altar of naught, sounding not so very happy. 'NO! STOP IT! STOP IT! DON'T SHE DOESN'T DESERVE THIS STOP, STOP! STOP!' No matter how many times Zach shut his eyes, he still saw it. He still saw his hands hurting her, keeping her down there. Why couldn't he stop it? 

Being trapped in his own self, possessed by such a monster did things to Zach. Such infinite darkness was dangerous and damaging. He found himself panicking so much but he couldn't do anything about it. He felt whatever the demon touched, heard what he heard, saw as if he were seeing so normally, and he couldn't shut it off. He couldn't gain control back, he couldn't stop it. It drove Zach insane, so insane that he contemplated ideas that he was actually doing this, sometimes thinking there was no demon. And sometimes he'd feel so trapped and fall into nothing forever. But then, there was this, and Zach teared up. Or, at least, he felt like he should be tearing up because he felt he was. On the outside, the demon called the shots. There were no tears in his eyes. No worry, no desire for any of this to stop, because he wanted this to happen. 'I'm so sorry.' 

The demon was still smiling with his enjoyment. He truly was so happy. But suddenly, strangely, it'd come out of nowhere. A clear tear drop spilled from his left eye and down his cheek. The demon frowned, growling. But, it was fine. He shoved her down and lifted his hands from the water just as the ice reached his skin and reformed as if it'd never broken. Standing up, he glared down at the blurred figure that was Stassi. His fun had gone, even if she was dying, drowning. 

Somehow, Zach had fought back, even if he didn't know it, but all too late.

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A smile was brought to her lips as she recalled them playing around that night. She’d hid behind the tree hoping to jump out at the perfect moment and scare him, but Zach had found her and then the best thing that had ever happened to her, happened — and she’d even asked to try it again. Crossing her arms over her butterfly filled stomach, Stassi circled the tree, examining it for anything, really. She just needed something to focus on that wasn’t Zach in order for the blush to leave her cheeks. Her heart sank at his words, the feeling itself causing a cold shiver to run down her spine. There was no doubt that this was the Zach she’d been friends with once upon a time; he didn’t remember just like he wasn’t supposed to, but rather than holding onto the hollowness of their memories, Stassi decided to try and look at everything that had happened in a positive light. Perhaps she could get to know him all over again and hopefully fix the mistakes she’d made if that was even possible. A small chuckle escaped her though, her face scrunching up as she pulled her brows together and then relaxed again. “It… p-probably… w-wasn’t worth r-remembering for y-you anyway… I-I don’t think… you’re m-missing much.” And that was the honest truth from her perspective. As with everything, she’d messed it up and that was one of her greater disappointments in herself. Walking back to him, she dropped herself into the snow with her legs folded beneath her and shook her head in response to his question. “But… I-I think… it would have b-been s-stranger… to get s-something… than n-not.”

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No, he couldn't. The thought crept into the demon's head and, now, well he just had to. Causing Stassi as much pain as possible was a fun goal. Bringing back some memories that made her blush was just the start of it, and enough to spark something else. He looked at her kindly, though as if she were crazy, as if he didn't believe what she was saying. "Wasn't worth remembering? Not missing much?" Shaking his head, he sighed rather sadly. "I don't know. I beg to differ." For a moment, he pretended to let it go, keep quiet. The demon stuck his hands in his pockets and tightly smiled as if to seem even mildly awkward or bashful. Just mildly. He lowered himself to the ground beside Stassi, thinking that just in moments, she would be dead by his hands. Just as she spoke, the opportunity for some cheesy moment wanted to make him barf—truly barf, it disgusted him—but it was right there, a door to make her hurt even more. Looking up at the tree again, he nodded a little. "Not fair. To not get something for your birthday. Or get something less than half-assed because the gift giver doesn't actually care." He looked back down at her with soft eyes, pausing for a moment to seem pensive, or hesitant, before he he leaned in to kiss her as if he cared if she would shatter, like she was delicate. And she was, that's what was so hilarious. Pulling away from her gently a moment later, he forced a believable smile. "Happy birthday, okay? Late birthday, but, happy... uh, birthday." He took in a deep breath and let it out as he stood up. "It's getting cold. I think... maybe we should head inside. It's winter still, you know." He chuckled, turning around. This he couldn't wait for—not after that. Carelessly walking back, he stepped over the frozen lake, but just casually as if he didn't notice. One, two, three, four, five, six steps. On that sixth step, Zach stepped a little harder with hidden strength that came from being possessed, and broke the ice from beneath him. The demon wasn't scared at all. Not since it was his plan. But he used his vessel's adrenaline to panic a little better. The demon gasped, with wide, scared eyes as he fell into the freezing water. He kept himself under for a moment, the better to scare Stassi. Just before the hole in the lake froze over again, he poked his head out. "FUCK!" He yelled, looking over to where Stassi was. He crawled up, taking longer to seem as if it took effort, though the ice broke under him once more once he was out of the water. "Help me!" He pleaded as he swam to the edge of the jagged, bigger hole in the lake that was closer to her.

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“Grow up, Zach!” Kass suddenly blurted without having the intention to at all — but now the words were out there and she felt inclined to express what she felt just like he did. “For fucks sake, I don’t go around taking every opportunity I get to fucking bring up what’s wrong with you, do I? So knock it the fuck off!” Her raised voice died as she stuck her neck out, completely fed up with his attitude against her until something suddenly clicked — and luckily it didn’t take too long to. Why would he have said something about that if she hadn’t brought it up? And she didn’t… at least not that he should be able to hear. With this in mind, she drank in his words, though she didn’t let the poison of them affect her. Her focus was physically stuck on him, watching the movements he made that were so alike to Zach’s, and some that were throwing her off completely. “So, what do you want, then? You want me to fight for you? To give up on you? ‘Cause apparently you’re the one calling the shots, right? — What the fuck is wrong with you?” Though the fact of it all wasn’t clear yet, that was directed to the part of him that wasn’t Zach at all.

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"What do I want?" He asked, challenging. His eyes swiveled to the corner of his bed where the untouched stack of books were. It was more clear that she wasn't speaking to him, not to Zach, at least. "How funny." He mused quietly, walking over to the books and picking them up. The lights in their room flickered once and he wasn't where he was before. So quietly without a sound, the demon was behind Kass. "That you wanted me to stick around you so much to protect you from demons. It's not them you've got to worry about, Kass. They're not the ones that have a reason of them wanting you gone. That's what I want. You gone." And with that, just with that, he lifted the stack of books in the air and slammed them against Kass' head with all his strength and force—which wasn't exactly human at the very moment—to knock her out. "He deserves someone that really understands him, like me. Not you." Setting the books down, the demon opened the door and grabbed her ankles, dragging her towards the room, but hid behind the corner that turned to it. Angels were currently guarding it, but it was just his luck that the owner seemed to need him for something. "Just for a second," he said, and they followed him elsewhere. Zach dragged Kass through the floor and opened the dark door, just where a pitch black nothingness sat awaiting them. He kicked her inside and entered, too, the door shutting behind him.

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Yeah… you know, it’s actually kind of creepy how you look more like him than I do — right down to the nice eyes. [She pursed her lips, tilting her head at him studiously] It’s not a part, Z, you are my brother — what?! Doctor Connors is dead? Fuck… I… can’t believe it. I’m sorry, Z… do you know how he — they died? Not that it matters, but just… curious.

I do care, Zach, you know I do and maybe I don’t have a lot of experience being a big sister, but I’ve been there for you before and I’ll be there for you now if you need me, and it’s not always convenient when I’m not around, but I’m here now aren’t I?

[zachariah-m]

[Just as she was saying how oh so very sorry she was, Zach could hear just a little something and he scofffed] Save it, Kass. I'm so sorry that Dr. Connors' death is an inconvenience to your vagina. [He didn't even think twice with what he said, let alone the fact that he  

And I just bet my traumas were inconvenient for you, too, and so you felt obligated to care about me. The least you could do is be here but you know I've been in such a rage with the last few people I've come across and you just happen to be one of them. [Surfing through Zach's very memories, and it didn't exactly take so much time since there wasn't much, Zach shook his head] You are so, so so fucking selfish. The second things get hard it's a bad time for you and I just happen to make things hard because isn't your life just so freaking dandy. Wow I should—I should move out of here so you can have this place to yourself. Maybe if I'd done that earlier you'd have been able to be with Dr. Connors, maybe? [Quite a lot like with Zach's tutor, Erin, and Dr. Connors, he drew on facts to get him angrier than he was. And when he did that, he just realized more and more that Zach would be better off without those people around] I'm so sorry I've been a fucking burden Kass, I really am. But at least I'm actually grateful for things. At least I value what I've got. And you—you absolute coward. Even if when I help you, and it's a lot more than when you've helped me, it's like it goes through one ear and out the other with  you. I wouldn't want to be such a bother to the worst sister in the history of existence, alright, a sister who is so bad that hell is better than being even remotely connected with you whatsoever! 

[fifteenyeartragedy]

Her face twisted slightly at his words, though her expression still maintained a high level of conveyed fear. To go over there? Her heart skipped a beat, her anxiety rising as her first thought was that this was some kind of trick. She’d been so naive to this in the past — recently, even — that she had to actively remind herself to stay on her guard. She would have done it, too, if it wasn’t for the change in the way he spoke. She had willingly given him so much of her attention in the past that it was easy for her to notice these things, even if it wasn’t so obvious at first. Suddenly she felt warm despite being outside, jackletless, and the affect he’d always had on her was working as easily as it ever had. “Z-Zach…?” She murmured as she moved forward, not even realizing her feet were moving. She was so focused on him; from the regretful crease in his brows to the softness of his always dazzling eyes — the irises of which reminded her of a blinding lightening storm. His sorry hadn’t stopped ringing in her ears since he’d said it — so soft, so sweet and sincere. She reached him just as his voice sounded again; his question effortlessly inducing a vibrant blush of her cheeks. “Y-Yes…” She said softly, her green eyes — pale and bright in the winter around them — softening as her eye dimples became present with a smile. “T-Twice… actually…” Not that it matters, she was going to say to try and sound more casual about it than she actually felt, but she stopped herself as she followed him around the pond to the spot she’d always hold dear memories of. “I… haven’t b-been… over here s-since.”

[zachariah-m]

He didn't answer, but smiled instead. He'd let her assume he was here, that the demon was gone. His plan would work best if she believed. Stassi couldn't help with his eyes, anyways, so that's all he really needed to do—look at her in this way and that and she would simply melt. Her naivety would be her demise, and he couldn't wait, but that meant he just had to wait. Patience, and the outcome would be more than what he wanted. "Twice, oh." He murmured, lowering his eyes and nodding. That was also true. "Right." He had to fight a smirk, any form of a smile. Stassi couldn't, and wouldn't ever try to seem strong. It just wasn't something she did. The not that it matters that echoed in her head, some wish of hers, was so amusing. "Well, yeah." He said, looking up at the tree. "Me too. Even though I don't remember it. I guess it happened..." Shrugging, he sat agains the trunk of the tree and looked up at the blonde girl. "Did you get anything for your birthday?"

[fifteenyeartragedy]

Bruised and battered, Anastasia Sponagle had denied herself the medical care she desperately needed for two days before she was found groaning in pain in her closet — the only space in which she felt safe. It reminded her of home, which oddly enough wasn’t a bad thing for this particular situation; however, every time she would hear someone walking down the hallway she was afraid they’d come in and drag her out. She’d lost a lot of blood and made an attempt control that by wrapping sheets around her wounds and securing them with the tightest knots she could make. Now, she’d spent a night in the infirmary, gotten her wounds attended to and a cast on her shattered arm. All she’d smelled for past twenty-four hours was sanitizer and it had started to make her nose hurt, so she got dressed and decided to get some fresh air before her doctor was on duty. Being the lover of winter that she was, she didn’t bother getting her coat from her room before she stepped outside into the garden — taking two steps before she stopped dead in her tracks. Her green eyes widened on the boys back and as she turned to go back inside, hopefully without being detected, she was called out. As his cold gaze fell upon her, Stassi swallowed. Already her body was shaking, not due to the sharp bite of the wind, but because fear was easily possessing her. She pulled her broken arm tighter into her chest defensively and shook her head in response to his question about her age change. A silence fell over them for the minutes it took for her to contemplate how to answer him — it seemed being direct wasn’t an option for her right now and by the grin that slithered across his lips, she knew he was playing with her. “W-What do y-you w-want? W-What m-more can I d-do for you?” She asked, somewhat rhetorically as tears already brimmed in her eyes.

[zachariah-m]

The demon glanced over at the frozen lake again. Excitement lit up in his eyes as he looked back at her. Oh how he hated her, and rhetorical questions and her stuttering. But she was afraid, and that's also what mattered. "I want you to come here." He told her. Stassi could most likely turn around and run back, but she knew he was faster than she now. Zach was positive she would try either way, and that would be foolish of her and make everything more painful—maybe. "I want to give you your present." He said, trying to at least sound genuine. "I figure... I owe it to you. For hurting you and stuff and... because I missed your birthday, I'm... really... really sorry." Liars demons were, a natural instinct born within them almost like a human's instinct to kick when a doctor tapped at their leg. His eyes—it had to be the eyes—looked at her apologetically, pleadingly almost and his eyebrows slightly slanted to frame his false, guilty eyes. Zach looked up at the tree nearest him—this was it, right? "Didn't we kiss here?" he asked. "Right behind that tree?" He walked over, looking away from her as he made his way around the pond and to the tree itself, which now lacked leaves and was whiter than anything. 

[fifteenyeartragedy]

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[zachariah-m]

S O M E  D A Y S  L A T E R.

It was very, very, very cold. Even he could tell that. Still, it wasn't like demon let the temperature affect him, and that was why he only had his jeans, shoes, and a flannel on. There was so much snow, too. It was never ending, was it? His cerulean eyes lifted up to the grey sky as small white specs fell gently around him. He'd been a busy demon, killing Zach's tutor and then his therapist. Oh, and then, there was also Stassi. A very small turn of he corner of his lips was enough for him to smile. He lowered his head back, looking straight out. He allowed himself to take in a breath and his eyebrows raised, his eyes glancing to the left as much they could without him turning his head. Was it truly that Stassi's birthday had passed just yesterday? His eyes glanced over to the frozen pond the asylum held. "Stassi." The scent had given her presence away. "Was it your birthday yesterday?" He asked, turning around to face her. "Fifteen, that must be awesome. Is it any different than fourteen?" He asked, flashing her a devilish grin. "How're you healing up?"

[kass-milkovich-blog]

Yeah, but why couldn’t I have taken after dad? We would’ve looked more alike if I’d gotten his eyes… actually the thought of that is kinda eerie.

I dunno… bad timing? Why do you look pissed?

[zachariah-m]

I hear I take after dad then. [he scoffed quietly, crossing his arms] I'm your brother. I make an effort to play that part. Did you know Dr. Connors is dead? Did you know my tutor is dead? Your comfort would've been nice but you're nowhere to be found and it's not like you seem like you care if I'm around or not.

[demonic-james]

James held the baby in his arms with a glare to Zach before checking to make sure it was okay and healthy, which luckily it was. "Thank you." he said in a sort of snappy tone but it was just an underlier. "You can have your way with the adults but children are all under my protection. You /will not/ harm them is that clear?" his tone was cold and stern, the General in him coming out to bare its head.

[zachariah-m]

The possessed boy merely smiled tightly in reply. "Yeah." He said, sighing heavily. "Crystal." Glaring, he turned to walk away before turning back to the much older demon. "What's the age limit?" 

[jake-dahl-blog]

"What? What are you talking about?" he asked, inching backwards. He didn’t like what he was hearing at all — it was sounding way too much like what Dexter had been saying.

[zachariah-m]

He smiled, enjoying that he was freaking the staff member out. As he took a step back, the demon took a step forward. "I can read your mind. Is that what Dexter told you? That demons can read minds? Or something like that?"