ALEC!!! [alec]

[jake]

with your halo slipping down
to choke you now

"You don't understand," Jeremiah insisted with urgency in his tone. He glanced back at the guards with a look of desperation as they ushered him toward a padded room. "Please would you just listen to me?! That woman is possessed! There is a demon inside of her, I have to take it out.. send it back to Hell before its too late!" He struggled in their firm grasp, his eyes wide and hysterical. He almost managed to escape but before he could, the door to the 'safe place' was opened and he was thrown inside with an abrupt shove.

"She's a little old lady who's here to visit her grandson, Mr. Andrews.. somehow I doub't we have anything to be afraid of, but I'll tell you what. We're gonna keep you here in this room 'til she leaves just to make sure she doesn't get 'cha, how's that sound?" The group of guards snickered and it was the last thing Jeremiah heard from them before the heavy door was slammed shut behind him. He threw himself against it, peering through the small window. Much to his frustration he watched as they walked away laughing amongst each other until finally disappearing from sight. That's when he pounded a fist against the door, his body quivering with adrenaline and now recently, anger. With a deep sigh he shook his head and sank to the cushy floor.

For the longest time he sat there, back against the door in a slumped position, his dark eyes glaring at nothing in particular. He just didn't know what to do anymore. It was his job, his mission, and yet.. nobody would let him carry it out the way he was expected to.. by God. He burried his face in his hands and groaned. He didn't want to be here. Didn't think he belonged here in this institution. What he'd give just to get out.. It wasn't fair. With the way things were going he could die from old age before the doctors finally decided to sign his discharge papers. He couldn't afford to wait that long. The outside world needed him, or so, he believed. A few minutes came to pass, then an hour, then several hours. By then he was about as calmed down as he could possibly get. He closed his eyes and leaned his head on the door. It might've been foolish because, well, doors opened sooner or later, but he wasn't expecting this one to open for quite some time. They always seemed to just leave him there, it was an easy way for his attendants to get out of doing their work.

[Alec J. Anderson]

He’d done nothing except stare out of the window in his bedroom for hours. The plain unpainted white walls encased him in his prison, reminding him of his crimes and dressing his thoughts with doubt and hatred. Arms hung tautly at his sides, fingers clenching up in the shape of a fist and then slowly relaxing over and over again. The second hand of the clock outside of his bedroom ticked away, reminding him that every second that passed was another moment of his life spent in this hell on earth. But even as he could hear the clocks infernal ticking and the sounds of shoes clattering on the other side of his locked door, he had no idea how long he’d stood there. The longer time drew on, the less he realized he knew about it. And hour seemed like seconds and days seemed like years, yet the way he interpreted it was always different and sporadic. When the truth finally surfaced, it was as plain as the day was on the other side of his prison wall. Alec was losing himself.

But when had he ever really had himself? When was the last time he remembered being him? And if he wasn’t Alec, then who was he? It made him want to scream, cry, and break things- break himself if he could. He needed to rediscover what was missing, where the lack of a connection was between his brain and his heart. Was he angry? Sad? The onslaught of emotions and hatred consumed him until he thought he would drop to his knees in agony. Why did his emotions run so rampant?

But they didn’t. He’d coldly and calculatedly slaughtered those men for harming his Caroline. He’d avenged her. But what was an avenger to do now with no purpose? No reason? Alec wanted to curl up and die, waste away until he was nothing more then dust in the wind.

“Mr. Anderson...You have a visitor…”

Cold eyes lashed out at the interruption, words trying to form some sort of coherency in his mind. Visitor? What did that mean? Someone was here to see him. Who? His parents couldn’t even look at him and he doubted they had allowed his sister to visit. Alec didn’t want his sister to see him like this, lost in his own self-loathing.

“Family?”

The nurse shook her head and Alec noticed the security guard behind her. They’d learned quickly he wasn’t a one-person job. With a nod, which seemed almost too cautious of Alec, he followed them out. The walk to the visitation room was a quick one for the nurses, but for Alec it was a walk to the unknown. What would surface from this meeting? Who was he even suppose to be meeting? But everything became clear as he entered the room. Situated on the other side of a desk of Amelia, Caroline’s sister.

“Amy…”

“Alec…”

He stood there in a daze; unsure if it was really her he was seeing. In that moment, everything in his face was the old Alec. His features were softer, less harsh. The aura that was normally filled with anguish around him faded into nothing, and it was the old him. The young woman who resembled Caroline a bit too much to be comfortable began to cry at the sight of him.

“Amy…what are you doing here?”

“Alec, I…I wanted to see you. Make sure you were alright…and…I needed to tell you something. Oh, but I’ve fought with myself about it. I….I don’t want to make things more difficult for you.”

Alec froze. Something was going on, something she didn’t know if she should tell him. Had one of the bastards lived? No…he’d killed them. He knew he had. Alec had watched as they choked on their own blood and begged him for their lives. So what then? He stayed silent, not taking a seat as she motioned for him to do. Instead he just watched her, the old Alec fading slowly from his eyes.

“Caroline came to see me. She told me what happened…I know what you-“

“Shut up. If you came here to try and change anything, get out. LEAVE!”

His temper was on the rise. She would ruin everything. She would tell the police and ruin Caroline’s name. He had to do something, but what. He couldn’t kill Caroline’s own sister could he? He would have too. It was Caroline’s secret, not Amelia’s. Dark eyes glanced at the guards standing just outside the door. This would have to be fast. But at her next words he froze once more, locking gazes with her.

“Alec please listen to me. She told me something else. Caroline was going to have a baby. She was pregnant. It was yours according to the conception date. I'm so sorry. I just thought…you should know after everything you've done for her…She loved you very much but after what happened. After what they did to-”

“DO NOT SPEAK THOSE WORDS EVER AGAIN!”

He lunged, mind lost all rational cognitive thought as his hands reached out and clamped down on her neck, dragging her over the table towards him. His hands squeezed down tightly, her eyes bulging enough for him to know the pressure alone was killing her. The poor woman fought back and he could feel the life draining out of her, feel her life spilling from her body as the pulse began to quicken and then slow. There were no screams, no breaths. And suddenly he was yanked away from her and slammed into the wall. Two guards held him back while one reached down and checked the pulse of the vacant eyed girl. “She’s alive, but barely. I think her wind pipe is crushed. Someone call 911 and get him into the padded rooms. Calm him the fuck down now!”

They drug him away; his shouts could be heard down each hallway that they passed. Some of the nurses and patients shrank back from him as the guards fought him into a strait jacket. It took three of them to manage to get him in one. As they entered the hallway for the padded rooms, Alec resisted even more, anger taking over any rational thoughts. But in the straitjacket he was powerless to fight them. “Put him in the third one down but be careful, there’s another patient in that one.” The guards nodded and shoved open the door, throwing him with massive amounts of force onto the floor of the tiny room. Alec, taking no note of the other in the room, jumped to his feet and began to slam his body into the door over and over again.

“LET ME OUT! SHE HAS TO DIE! SHE HAS TO! She..has..to…”

Suddenly his body became limp and he sunk to his knees, hot wet streaks on his face revealing that he’d been crying at some point- but held no memory of when. Body trembled with anger and despair as the life in his eyes faded back into disconnection. Caroline had been pregnant with his child. Those men had forced her to take her own life. Alec was a failure. Not only could he not protect Caroline, but also now his own child had been compromised in this horrid memory.

TAGGED Jeremiah
WORD COUNT 1191
NOTES o.o
LYRIC CREDIT 30 seconds to mars
IMAGE CREDIT creatingpulsars @ caution 2.0 and BRIT @ LM

[jake]

with your halo slipping down
to choke you now

By now you could probably guess that he was completely bored out of his mind. He had no idea how long he'd been locked up in that plush little room. He rubbed his eyes wearily and stared up at the ceiling with a dull look on his face. In the back of his mind he was beginging to wonder if maybe the guards had forgotten him there, either that or they were just plain sick of him. Tired of his unpredictable behavior and incessant rambling about things that didn't exist. He tried to make peace with his attendants and even befriend them. It wasn't like he could get rid of them anytime soon so why not make the best of a crappy situation, right? Unfortunately for him, they didn't seem too interested in being best buddies. Stern glares and the occasional patronization was all he seemed to get from them. He let out a listless huff and tried to find something, anything, to keep his mind occupied so that he wouldn't be tempted to rip his hair out. Maybe he could entertain himself by counting the squares on those cushiony white walls... that sounded like truck loads of fun, didn't it?

Then all of a sudden it was as if the Lord had heard his inward plea. Answered his unspoken prayers. Vicious yells of anger reached his ears from outside of his cell and they became louder and louder, closer and closer. Jeremiah scrambled away from the door he'd been idly leaning against and jumped to his feet. Patients never came this way unless.. unless.. This could only mean one thing; he was about to get some company. By the way the person sounded he wasn't sure if he should've been thrilled about that or worried. The nineteen year-old braced himself for whoever was about to walk through that door. That voice.. it didn't sound familiar so it couldn't have been a person he knew. He watched the door, breath catching in his throat as he hung on the moment with anticipation.

“LET ME OUT! SHE HAS TO DIE! SHE HAS TO! She..has..to…”

Was he refering to the demon granny Jeremiah had tried to attack before? He stumbled back with wide eyes at the sight of Alec. So it was this guy.. He'd seen him around, heard a lot of things about him. The rumor had it that he was unstable and violent enough to strike fear in just about everyone around, but Jeremiah wasn't afraid. He just watched him as he threw himself into that door again and again, knowing that like himself he would learn the hard way that it couldn't be broken down by bodily force. His eyes followed the large young man as he slumped to the floor and they seemed to flash with concern. Were those tears staining the guy's face? And the way his body shook.. he was obviously not okay. Jeremiah approached him with caution and bravely yet hesitantly, he took a seat beside him. Probably a lot closer than he should have. Personal space, boundaries.. they were something he never seemed to aknowledge, but only because he was a friggin' bleeding heart that cared about 'humans' way too much. Boldly, he placed a hand on the man's shoulder. "Hey," he said, as gently as he possibly could, his head tilting and brows furrowing sympathetically. "What happened, are you.." He was going to finish the sentence with the word 'alright' but cut himself short when he realized that it would be a stupid question to ask, considering the state Alec was in. Alright.. how could he have possible been alright?

[Alec J. Anderson]

How many times could one break before they shattered? Alec had been asking himself that since the day he entered Lucid Manor. But at the time he’d believed he was already shattered, tossed away like a defective toy that could not be repaired, yet the child couldn’t part with due to sentimental value. A lethal, dangerous toy that deserved to be thrown in an incinerator- but for some reason was kept around as a reminder of something horrible. Broken, that’s what Alec was. And the broken bits of him were like a shattered mirror- impossible to fix. He felt the touch on his shoulder and heard the voice reach his ear yet it was impossible to answer the half spoken question. Normally a touch would send him into a frenzy but now, in this broken disconnected state, all he could do was look at the other boy.

Jeremiah…he couldn’t remember the last name, nor had he ever cared to know it. All he knew was that this was another high profile patient, someone who had a room off of the same wing as Alec. What had he done to get placed here? Eyes dropped down to the ground when he noticed that the other wore no jacket. Alec tugged his arms, trying to work a little slack into the restraint but it didn’t work. Suddenly, he felt cornered and powerless. Body lunged forward once more, slamming his shoulder hard into the door. Nothing happened, not that Alec expected it to magically open for him. Lips parted as a growl erupted from his throat.

“I can't. Need out.”

It was a simple word, but it was one he didn’t so much understand as he felt. He felt the need to get out of the straight jacket, out of the room, out of the asylum, and most of all out of his life. Out meant freedom and freedom meant death. But there would be no freedom; there would be no ‘out’ of this place. They would continue to torture him as they were doing, bringing people he didn’t want to see to tell him things he didn’t want to know.

“No!”

Words couldn’t escape his lips in a coherent way, and it frustrated him. But the frustration just made the problem worse and Alec rammed the door once more. Knowing it was the anger and frustration keeping him from speaking clearly, he tried once more- this time some how calm enough to speak as he glowered at the locked door, shoulder sore from slamming into it. He turned to the other boy, hair in his face and cheeks red from the tear episode he couldn’t remember. Features were hard and rigid as his messy hair fell in his face, but as he spoke they gradually softened leaving only the look of despair in his eyes.

“She has to die. It isn’t her secret. You understand…right?”

TAGGED Jeremiah
WORD COUNT 480
NOTES So this is a more dysfuntional/less seen side of Alec.
LYRIC CREDIT 30 seconds to mars
IMAGE CREDIT creatingpulsars @ caution 2.0 and BRIT @ LM

[jake]

with your halo slipping down
to choke you now

Jeremiah watched as Alec tried to wriggle his arms in the straightjacket and he could instantly feel his pain. Jeremiah knew a thing or two about straightjackets. They degraded you.. made you feel helpless, not to mention cramped and uncomfortable. He hated them and was relieved that he hadn't been forced to wear one this time around. He contemplated undoing Alec's, trying to fiddle with the buckles.. maybe that would have made the other man feel better, but before he could even act on that thought Alec began to thrash about, bashing the door with his body again. The schizophrenic patient grabbed him in an attempt to steady him, hold him still or something. He didn't want him to hurt himself. If only Jeremiah could think with this much rationality all the time. It would definately come in handy whenever he became caught up in the grip of another destructive delusion.

"I know, I know," he said in response to Alec's desperate words. The 'angel' frowned and an inaudible sigh escaped his lips. "But throwing yourself into the door like this, over and over again... its not gonna make it open." He sighed, remembering the first time he'd been locked up in one of these rooms, knowing full well that back then somebody could have told him the exact same thing and it still wouldn't have stopped him from trying to bust down the door. He tried to think of something.. anything he could say to this guy that might be able to soothe him or at least help him settle down. That's when he realized that Alec was looking at him again, his blotchy face hard and stony. Jeremiah wasn't sure what to expect from him so he tensed up, swallowing the lump that had seemed to accumulate in his throat the second Alec looked at him like that. He remained where he was though, the idea of recoiling never once crossing his mind. He relaxed when the human's.. Alec's face softened. Now, the only thing that remained was that bleak look in his eyes.

"No," he responded after the other spoke to him. Jeremiah shook his head. "Sorry but I'm afraid I don't.." Unless he mean't.. no.. he probably wasn't refering to that possessed woman Jeremiah had encountered before but the possibility was still the first thing that came to mind, even after all of those hours had passed. He'd still be thinking about her for a while, probably for days. Had she, no, it gotten away? Had it managed to hurt any of the humans? Would he have a chance to exorcise it again? Demons, the devil... they seemed to consume his every waking thought but right now he forced himself not to dwell on them. It was the guy beside him he needed to worry about. His grip on Alec's shoulders loosened now that the man had become still. "But if you tell me who she is and what you mean then... I don't know.. maybe I can?" He gave his fellow high-profiler a hopeful look, and yes, unlike the staff that just pulled him away from the girl and threw him into this padded room without a care as to why he was so distressed, Jeremiah honestly did want to understand. He had all the patience and empathy of a modern-day saint. Perhaps in another life he could have been a dutiful doctor instead of a psychotic mental patient.

[Alec J. Anderson]

“I’m not telling you shit.”

His face twisted into something much darker then it had been only moments before. Alec mustered up every ounce of strength he had left in him and rammed the door one more good time before walking over and kicking one of the padded walls. Suddenly he was annoyed with all of it. Anger filtered into every limb and would have caused him to visibly shake if not for the straight jacket keeping his upper body tightly compacted. Letting out a distinct growl, he began to pace the room, glancing up to glare at the door every few minutes with a look that could only be described as vengeful.

Suddenly he was ignoring the other in the room and the only thing that seemed to matter was getting out of this small 4-walled sector and the tight straight jacket constricting his movements. Amelia had gotten what had only been coming to her the minute she walked into those damn doors and asked to see him. There was a reason Jenny or his parents didn’t come. He was dangerous, unpredictable, and would attack you without a moments notice if he deemed it necessary. Once again, he was made aware of the other patient’s presence in the room.

For the moment, Alec stopped pacing and just glowered at the other. Who the hell did he think he was? Some nosey punk who couldn’t mind his own business apparently. Letting out another growl, Alec began his pacing once more- seemingly ignoring the other except for one more comment.

“I don’t care what you understand.”

His shoulder hurt but he ignored it, mind drifting off to what he’d just been told. Part of him didn’t want to believe what the girl had said, but the other part of him knew it was true. Without thinking, he let out a strangled noise- much like the sound a wild animal makes before it takes down its prey, and kicked the door.

TAGGED Jeremiah
WORD COUNT 329
NOTES so. fucking. lame.
LYRIC CREDIT 30 seconds to mars
IMAGE CREDIT creatingpulsars @ caution 2.0 and BRIT @ LM

[jake]

with your halo slipping down
to choke you now

Jeremiah frowned when he heard the other's response. He watched how his demeanor seemed to change in a matter of seconds, begining to see for himself just how unstable this Alec guy really was. Even while in a straight jacket he was undeniably intimidating. The kind of guy who seemed to embody an ever-errupting volcano. Cautious brown eyes followed the man's every movement as he paced around the padded room in frustration. Alec's anger was so intense he could practically feel it radiating off him. Slowly and gingerly, he found the courage to stand up and the common sense to give the guy some space. How long that common sense would last was questionable. Had he been a normal sane person he would have probably taken the hint and shut the hell up right about now but instead, he insisted on opening his big mouth to try and speak to the high-profiler. He couldn't have been that bad, right? Sure he might have looked mean and dangerous as fuck on the outside but on the inside.. on the inside there might have been more to him than what met the eye. Jeremiah could've sworn he caught a glimpse of it the moment Alec looked at him with those despair-filled eyes only minutes ago.

"Okay, okay," he said hastily with a nod, holding his hands up to display his palms in a way that would be perceived as non-threatening. "You don't have to tell me, just.. settle down alright? Please? If you don't they're going to hear you and come barging in here with injections or something. You don't want that, do you?" Needles seemed to bother a lot of people but they never bothered Jeremiah until he arrived at the manor. There was nothing that horrified him more than that helpless feeling he got everytime the tranquilzers entered his system and forced him to submit to whatever or whoever. If Alec was anything like him or the majority of other patients that werent masochists, he doubted he'd want to be put under sedation either. He cringed when Alec let out that sound of distress and delivered yet another impassioned blow to the door. Jeremiah couldn't possibly imagine what had gotten him so worked up, heck in this place it could've been anything from being pissed off at the staff to thinking he was the incredible hulk.

[Alec J. Anderson]

Another fierce growl ruptured from his chest at the sound of the other patient speaking. Though Jeremiah’s posture seemed non-threatening, something in his words made Alec’s jaw clench. It created a tic in the wave of anger, causing it to rise with every syllable spoken in the form of a steady climb. He could feel each jump as if it was a heartbeat pounding in his ears, the now familiar wrath coursing throughout his muscles. What this guy in front of him really trying to scare him? If he thought that threats of injections were going to calm him down, he had another thing coming. Alec didn’t respond well to threats.

“You don’t know what I fucking want.”

Voice was hard, a mixture of both disconnection and pure wrath. Hazel eyes were locked onto Jeremiah now, Alec fighting every urge to start ramming him as hard as he had the door. Sure it wouldn’t accomplish much but at the moment accomplishments weren’t really his goal. In fact, there was no goal- just reckless and violent ambition.

“Threaten me again and jacket or not, you’ll regret it.”

The venom dripping from his voice couldn’t have been mistaken for anything else. Alec was dead serious about this guy just backing off and leaving him alone. For the next few minutes, Alec focused on the jacket he was in- trying desperately to create enough slack to slip his arm out. Last time he’d tried this, all it had accomplished was some bruises and a dislocated shoulder. Another deep growl ripped form him as he let out a frustrated sigh, glaring at the door. Then without so much as a moment hesitation the anger turned back to the circumstances of his containment, Alec kicked the door hard.

“GOD DAMMIT! LET ME OUT OF HERE!”

TAGGED Jeremiah
WORD COUNT 300
NOTES I'm sorry Jake. Muse is lacking. <3
LYRIC CREDIT 30 seconds to mars
IMAGE CREDIT creatingpulsars @ caution 2.0 and BRIT @ LM

[jake]

with your halo slipping down
to choke you now

"Threaten you?" He stared at the other patient, lines forming between his eyebrows. He opened and closed his mouth several times as he tried to find a way to respond that wouldn't be taken as offensive to Alec. The man seemed almost hypersensitive right now, like just about anything - no matter how big or how small - could set him off. Jeremiah shook his head. "I wasn't trying to threaten you I was trying to warn you! They've done it to me before and they'll do it to you!" Jeremiah sighed. Great. He had raised his voice. How would Alec respond to that if his casual tone was enough to make him bark out threats? The younger man frowned and looked away from Alec. He assured himself that Alec was only lashing out at him because he was deeply distressed, that it was nothing he should have taken personally even if Alec was looking at him like he wanted to murder him.

He returned his gaze to the other male and watched as he desperately tried to force his way out of that straight jacket. Didnt he know that his every attempt at breaking out of it was futile because those things were made to stay on? Sure, Jeremiah had tried the same exact thing before and probably would again if he got put in one of those bloody jackets but that was different. He actually stood a chance when it came to getting it off because angels had superhuman strength.

The thought of apologizing crossed his mind as Alec threw his foot into the door again. Yeah, that sounded like a good idea. Maybe, just maybe, it could help put Alec at ease. Show him that he was on his side and that he didnt want to fight. He was just about to say he was sorry but the words "GOD DAMMNIT" stopped him in his tracks. Jeremiah cringed and immediately fell silent. It took every ounce of restraint he had to not show his anger. He could deal with being yelled at, threatened, insulted, and even attacked but when a person took the name of his God in vain it caused something in him to snap. He tried to convince himself that Alec didnt mean it, that he was incredibly pissed off and it just sort of slipped out in the heat of the moment. Jeremiah inhaled deeply and looked at Alec through narrow eyes. "Please...," he finally spoke with obvious tension in his voice. "Do NOT take the Lord's name in vain."

[Alec J. Anderson]

Alec rolled his eyes at the response he got from the other patient, which was not something he did often. He’d been here long enough to know exactly what would be the consequences of what he was doing; he didn’t need Jeremiah to warn him about anything. In fact, all they would really do right about now was tell his doctor or lock him in solitary confinement. Eyes whipped around to glare at Jeremiah once more, the look of obvious disdain in his features. Oh yes, the solitary part was looking damned good right about now. Especially as Jeremiah chastised him for using the ‘lords name in vain.’

Alec growled and started working on getting out of the jacket again. He’d use the ‘lord’s name’ anyway he felt like dammit. After all it was the lack of a god that had gotten him into this situation to begin with. The lack of a god was there reason Caroline wasn’t with him anymore. After all, what kind of god would have allowed those men to do the things they did to Caroline. It hadn’t been God that had punished them, but Alec himself.

And he would have told Jeremiah just that except he couldn’t help but feel like he was getting somewhere with the jacket. Instantly he’d known this one had been somewhat loser then the last one he’d been in, probably because he was flexing so much when they placed it on him. Either way it didn’t matter, Alec focused his attention back on the jacket- tugging and pulling and trying to maneuver out of it in anyway possible. Just when he thought he might make it out, a sharp pain worked its way up his shoulder- warning him that if he persisted in this path that it could very well result in another dislocation. Too damn bad, because Alec wasn’t giving up that easily. Realization dawned on him as he continued to tug at the jacket, eyes turning to glare back at Jeremiah. Jeremiah…he wasn’t sure why he hadn’t realized it earlier. But the defensive retort about ‘not taking the lords name in vain’ sealed it.

“Jeremiah…the Jesus freak, right? Fucking Awesome.”

TAGGED Jeremiah
WORD COUNT 361
NOTES hope its okay!
LYRIC CREDIT 30 seconds to mars
IMAGE CREDIT creatingpulsars @ caution 2.0 and BRIT @ LM