01-15-2023, 08:23 PM
He didn’t make it across the floor. It warped and rattled. It was all he could do to keep his balance. Falling on his ass wasn’t going to look so good. Nox at the epicenter. Power rolling off him like waves. Red trailed down his neck.
Speaking of not looking good.
“First blood, bitch,” he smirked glorious triumph. Wanting to hurt him just as much as he was crushed inside. But Nox was wrong. Jay was a brilliant liar. He’d been believing his own bullshit for years now.
“I guess that makes me the selfish asshole just using you for kicks and blood. So fuck your bullshit promise. If you ruined your life, it’s because you don’t fucking deserve it,” he blinked as soon as he said it. He didn’t mean that one. Not really. Or else, if he did, it was because he was talking to himself. Cayli, his parents, Axel. The kids. The torture. That was all Jay’s doing. One bullet in one evil nombre's head years later killed his entire family. He knew enough about Nox’s past to know that the shit happened to him. Not the other way around. He might have said it, but his gaze was pulled to what was invisible to everyone else. Then they flared wide.
He recognized the flows that built up. Nox had used something similar in the tunnels to blast back the creatures. He tried to conjure a defense, but Nox was too fast. A roar rushed his head like water and thunder. Pounding harder than if he stood beneath a raging Iowa storm.
He threw his hands over his ears, fearing the ear drums had burst. But the pain wasn’t so bad. The cage spun. The fence and bars over head swirled and warped circles in the bars. The spinning was worse.
He ground his teeth, eyes scrunched closed until it faded enough for defiance to pull him to his feet. Expecting to be crushed any moment by the next blow. But nothing came. He looked up and found Nox watching. Defensive. The absent attack hurt more than the blood trickling out an ear lobe. At least one ear drum had a few extra holes in it.
“Fight me. Stop playing around,” he demanded and rose to his feet.
Speaking of not looking good.
“First blood, bitch,” he smirked glorious triumph. Wanting to hurt him just as much as he was crushed inside. But Nox was wrong. Jay was a brilliant liar. He’d been believing his own bullshit for years now.
“I guess that makes me the selfish asshole just using you for kicks and blood. So fuck your bullshit promise. If you ruined your life, it’s because you don’t fucking deserve it,” he blinked as soon as he said it. He didn’t mean that one. Not really. Or else, if he did, it was because he was talking to himself. Cayli, his parents, Axel. The kids. The torture. That was all Jay’s doing. One bullet in one evil nombre's head years later killed his entire family. He knew enough about Nox’s past to know that the shit happened to him. Not the other way around. He might have said it, but his gaze was pulled to what was invisible to everyone else. Then they flared wide.
He recognized the flows that built up. Nox had used something similar in the tunnels to blast back the creatures. He tried to conjure a defense, but Nox was too fast. A roar rushed his head like water and thunder. Pounding harder than if he stood beneath a raging Iowa storm.
He threw his hands over his ears, fearing the ear drums had burst. But the pain wasn’t so bad. The cage spun. The fence and bars over head swirled and warped circles in the bars. The spinning was worse.
He ground his teeth, eyes scrunched closed until it faded enough for defiance to pull him to his feet. Expecting to be crushed any moment by the next blow. But nothing came. He looked up and found Nox watching. Defensive. The absent attack hurt more than the blood trickling out an ear lobe. At least one ear drum had a few extra holes in it.
“Fight me. Stop playing around,” he demanded and rose to his feet.
Only darkness shows you the light.