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mcyourbiisshowing · 6 years

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My Havenfall Route

Episode 2

JD hovers just behind me, face twisted into a snarl as they rise higher in the air with a beat of hellfire wings. They look like a character out of a drawing.

“Take one more step towards her and I’ll blast you straight to hell.” JD snarls, yellow irises narrowing to a slit as fire summons into their hands. Fire seems to erupt from the ground, creating a fiery circle around us. I finally fall to my ass, trying as hard as I could to calm. It wasn’t working.

“JD don’t-- don’t hurt him!”

When John starts to walk towards us, I let out the longest scream I can in between breaths.

“JD no! It’s-- it’s John!”

“One. More. Goddamn. Step!” JD yells, white hot fire surging from their hands. That’s when John bolts, disappearing in a few moments. The fire all around us vanishes into wisps of smoke and silence reigns- except for my short gasps.

“Sinead.” JD lands, nearly soundless before dropping to their knees right in front of me. Their face is the picture of calm as I cling onto the arms of their jacket- trying to ground myself into reality.

“Look at me…..Now breathe. Breathe.” JD’s been there before when I’ve had a panic attack, their voice a heavy warm that I noticed they always use during it.

As I stare at them, my breath finally returns to normal and I slump, exhaustion pulling at me. But there’s something more important as I take in JD’s appearance.

“What the actual fuck JD?? Since when? What? What are you??” The questions tumble out of my mouth, one after the other and JD grins.

“Welcome back,” They say, before their face falls again. They look at me, head tilted in curiosity before they sigh heavily. I see a flicker of regret pass through their face - but Im kinda busy trying to figure out which one of the thousand questions I should ask. Their hand comes to my face and my eyebrows crease in confusion. I’m the one who touches people randomly. JD is the one who tries to squirm away from my grip when I hug them.

“Look at me. This is just a like a random dream in that head of yours, yeah?” I nod, dumbfounded as JD smiles and a honeyed tone takes over their voice.

“You'll just need to go inside, get into bed and you'll wake up tomorrow and nothing will be wrong. Ok?”

“Yea.” my voice is far away for even me, and I see JDs face contort as if in pain, when my eyelids start to droop.

“I'm sorry ‘Nead.” The last thing I register is their voice and the feeling of them pressing their lips to my forehead before I feel my body slump and unconsciousness drags me under.

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For once I actually wake up in bed.

But still in my t-shirt and jeans. Good job, nerd.

I groan as I roll over and sit up, forcing myself to get out of bed quickly. The house is surprisingly silent, but I expect that to end when I knock on Johns door.

I grab a new work shirt, peeling the t-shirt off of me and throwing the new one on, before I yell again.

“John! Get your lazy ass up.”

He doesn't respond and I grumble, kicking open his door as I do up the buttons.

“John--”

He's not there. His bed isn't even slept in, I can tell.

I rush out the door and grab the keys. Maybe he had an early shift and decided to walk to work. I start up the truck, trying to ignore my thundering heart in my chest.

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“Sinead.” Dr.Escalondas voice makes me jump when he comes up behind me as I linger outside the diner. I spin around, looking up at him.

“John was supposed to have an earlier shift today, but he didn't show up.”

Something pulls at my chest and I try find the right words to say.

“I-- uhm. He's….he’s…..” my voice trails off, and I look around worriedly.

“Sinead?”

The rumble of a motorbike catches my attention and I spin around, the sound amplified a thousand times in my head. Bike, burning rubber. Fire.

“I…..excuse me. JD!” I yell as I bolt across the street, JD glancing up at the sound of their name being called. An easy smirk falls into place, but it falls when they see me.

“Hey nerd. You look awful.” I shoot them a glare as I get closer, only stopping when there's a couple of inches between us. JD stares at me expectantly, eyebrow cocked.

“JD I-- what. Something happened last night and I can't remember and it's all like a stupid storyline I came up with and John--”

The words fall out of my mouth in a rush, tripping over each other in an effort to get them all out. JD grabs at my wrist through, the split second of dumbfoundedness gone- replaced by a slight anger.

“Inside.” JD growls, letting go of my wrist and instead putting their arm around my shoulder and propelling me inside the bowling alley. I try to say a quick hello to Razi, but JD interrupts me with a clipped hello of their own. I start digging my heels in when we reach the arcade machines.

“Oi!” I try wriggle away from their grip, and they let me go, but still hold onto both my shoulders firmly. They're surprisingly strong, seemingly pinning me in place with little effort.

“What. Do. You. Remember?” their voice is a low growl, and I try not let myself fluster at the sound of it.

“Fire and ash and wings and Gods JD I don't know what to do-- Johns gone and--!”

JD's face comes really close to mine, hand going to my face. Their touch is gentler now, but their hand still tightens around my jaw. Their eyes seem to search mine for something - and for a brief moment their facade fractures but it's up again in moments.

“There was no fire, no wings. And definitely not anything out of the ordinary- right? Just that crazy imagination of --” I pull away, the warmth of JDs voice pulling me under, but at the same time repulsing me as well. Like an instinct screaming Get Away!

“No! Fuck off! I know what happened!” JD’s hand snaps away in the sharp movement of a reflex and I push them hard in the chest. They don't expect it and stumble away, but they don't fall. There's a brief silence, JD’s mouth open in a shock I'm not sure I've ever seen on their face.

“Ok JD. Please tell me what the fuck is happening and what the hell was last night.” I pinch the bridge of my nose, breathing deeply through it. The subtle panic of not knowing settles if my chest but I force it into submission.

“You're ok aren't you?” Their touch is gentler when they put a hand on my shoulder, “I think last night was the worst panic attack I've seen you have.”

“When you see your friend has fucking wings….and horns! You tend to freak out.” I try not look then in the eye, knowing full well that if they look concerned it'll make my face go beet red.

“Nah. I might have contributed,” I give them a sharp look upwards and JD gives me a guilty smile back, “but you were in the middle of one when I got there.”

“Yea, but why is my question.”

JD rubs the back of their neck. It's as of they don't know what to say, but I cross my arms across my chest tightly and wait.

“What you brought home last night wasn't your brother. All it did was wear his face.” There's a brief flash of a memory, the uncomfortable silence in the truck. That fact John didn't say a word.

“You would remember an explanation except I didn't have time to give one. I was kinda busy trying to get the thing away from you. Then when you were back to normal you looked….” They trail off, hand going from their neck to their hair. I have to tear myself away from staring too much, my cheeks heating up moderately. But they don't seem to note it.

“You looked fucking terrified. Like someone had torn open a portal and shoved you into an alternate dimension. I just….I felt like it was the best thing I could do right then to make it alright.” JD’s face creases in pain. There's a pull of guilt in my chest and I step up to them, pulling them into a hug. They don't grumble like usual when I hug them, they sigh and put their head on my shoulder.

“You did what you thought was best I guess. Doesn't answer on the question what the fuck you are.”

JD laughs softly, their voice muffled by my t-shirt. They pull away and take a step back, arms crossing over their chest and a smirk settling back over their face. A moment of silence and I huff at their attempt at anticipation.

“Well, I'm the Jersey fucking devil.”

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