Hakksu, Son of Noku

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Hakksu did as he said he would. After he returned downstairs, he sat on the couch and beckoned Calix to join him.

~~~~~

Brody was silent. What could he say? What could he do? He stood, leaving the beer on the counter, and he took Lucy into his arms and hugged her tight.

“Please, don’t think that. Don’t think you’re not human. Because you are. You’re Lucy. Everyone has their demons. They could be drugs, alcohol, violence, behavior… anything. And none of those things could convince me that you’re more or less a human being.” He pulled away to look into her eyes. “Think about the people who care about you, Lucy. Calix and Hakksu depend on you to help keep them safe. And believe it or not, there are those in the organization who are rooting for you to join. There are a lot of them, actually. And… And I need you, Lucy. You’re the closest thing to a family I have. You’re important; you matter to people. Does that make you a monster? No. It makes you human.”

Slowly, Calix moved to sit beside his lover on the couch. He let himself lay his head on Hakksu’s shoulder, holding him tight. “How can we trust her…I mean, if she did this? Even if she was just provoked…she could get provoked too.”

~~~~~

Lucy tensed up suddenly at the embrace, but slowly she felt herself needing it…wanting it. His words seeped through her brain as he spoke, feeling the warmth suddenly disappear as he broke away…she didn’t say anything for a long while and stared at the table in front of her. She needed a focal point so she could pretend she wasn’t losing her mind. 

“Serial Killers count as human too…and people need them. Their victims need them to stop killing people. Their family need them to pay the bills, the taxes…their friends need them to leave and never come back.”

I am not sure we can trust her, but we need her. If she is… provoked, I will make sure she does not harm you. Do not worry, alright?” Hakksu wrapped his arm around the boy and kissed him lightly on the cheek.

~~~~~

“Stop it, Lucy!” Wolf grabbed her shoulders firmly, “Just stop this! You are not a serial killer, and you shouldn’t be comparing yourself with one.” He searched her eyes and added, “I want you to see yourself the same way I see you. A reliable ally, a trusted friend, a loved young woman with a great future ahead of her. And not to mention the best fighter I’ve ever seen. Please.”

His eyes were growing red, his lips quivered every now and then. He couldn’t bear to see Lucy act like this; act like she was inhuman. It hurt him. He wanted her to be happy.

“I know…” he whispered. “You two will keep each other in check.” he hated to admit it, but he knew it was true. If Hakksu was provoked, he was more dangerous than anyone could know…but Lucy could stop him. And it was the same thing the other way around. “I love you.” he whispered, letting the words sooth him. He was with the man he loved. Nothing else mattered. As long as they were together, they would get through any obstacles that came their way.

~~~~~

Lucy stared at Wolf, a small, weak, smile spreading on her face. As he gripped at her shoulders, Lucy found herself moving her head forward and pressing it into his chest. She didn’t say anything or move a centimeter from where she sat, her head pressed into the soft cotton of his shirt as she stared at the window above the kitchen sink.

“I’m sorry…out-breaks aren’t really gonna get me in good with the orgnazation, huh?” she chuckled dryly before pulling away and hastily wiping at her eyes. Her number one rule of thumb: Act like nothing happened. It was the only thing she could do to not embarrass herself.

Hakksu held Calix tightly. “I love you also,” he said in a quiet tone.

They sat in each other’s presence for a while before Hakksu sat up. “I should check on the boy. I will be back in a short moment.” He stood after kissing Calix lightly on the lips and made his way upstairs.

~~~~~

Wolf smiled faintly and patted Lucy’s shoulder. He turned around for a moment and wiped away a stray tear and cleared his throat. “So,” he said facing towards Lucy again, wanting to change the subject, “While we were having our little heart-to-heart, an old buddy of mine who owes me a favor has been looking around to see if there’s any place where your friends could stay. Want to see if he found one yet?”

Brody picked up his keys from the counter and tossed them over to Lucy. “I’ll even let you drive, but only on the way.” He winked.

Calix nodded, letting his lover leave as he stayed curled on the sofa, staring into the black, turned off, television. His arms were cold and it felt like the world was shaking. It was just nerves…at least that’s what he thought until he saw the T.V begin to shake side to side, nearly falling off the edge of the stand it was on…what was going on?

~~~~~

Lucy looked up with a bright childish smile on her face. Lucy only drove when Wolf was too injured to. It used to be, before he was sober, that she drove when he was intoxicated. But that was over now, and he got in less fights, so being able to drive, even only half of the entire drive, was a true pleasure. 

She caught the keys and ran happily towards the car.

[[poor lucy thinks Wolf’s sober. What am I doing to my characters]]

Hakksu was about to open the door to where Larson slept, but instead he became unsteady and was forced to grab onto the nearest object, in this case a hallway table, for support. He braced himself for the strange tremor that shook the household.

~~~~~

Wolf hurried down to the car after Lucy and stumbled into the passenger seat. He took out his flip phone and read the single text that lit up the screen. After clearing his throat, he glanced over at Lucy and asked, “Y’know how to get to Shell St. from here? There’s an opening at the apartments where all’uh your brawl partners live. We need to check it out before we agree to get it.”

Calix jumped to his feet. He needed to get to Hakksu…right? Or it would it be safer to dash out the front door? It was hard to tell. Calix had no idea what was going on. It couldn’t be an earthquake. Because when he glanced out the window he could see a woman walking by as if nothing was the matter.

His first thought was that Hakksu’s people had come to kill him…but as he ran out to the backyard he instead saw someone lying on the grass…his face stared on in shock.

“Alyss-” but as he uttered the words, his dead sister hopped to her feet, looked at him in terror and dashed off…just as the shaking had stopped.

Calix shook his head to get rid of the thought. He must have been hallucinating. His nerves were getting to him…it was just a small tremor of an earthquake. That had to be it.

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Lyssa glanced at Wolf as she adjusted the car so that she could drive it without crashing into things…or people. Her eyes went from happy to concerned.

Brawl buddies was…well, lets just say they weren’t necessarily her “buddies”. But she wanted an apartment. She needed one. She hadn’t told Wolf, not wanting him to have to let her stay with him, but Lucy had been evicted from the small apartment she had rented. She’d been kicked out about two weeks ago for inability to pay bills and “assaulting” the landlord. Even though all she did was tell him he was an asshole and pushed him against a wall…

“Yeah, I know where it is. Sounds good.” she said, clearing her throat before looking towards the road and starting the car.

The crystal on Hakku’s skin grew increasingly brighter until the power of the earthquake reduced to nothing. In feeling this tremendous rise of adrenaline, Hakksu shook and shivered down the stairs in search for his companion.

“Calix?!” the prince cried out once he discovered the living room was empty. He fell to his hands and knees, his arms just barely able to support his weight. The glowing crystals flickered wildly as he tried to regain control of his energy.

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Brody settled into the seat and strapped himself in with the seat-belt. He wasn’t going to take any unnecessary chances with Lucy driving.

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Hakksu began to wonder whether it was wise to put his trust in Lucy. But this also gave him some relief, knowing that she would probably follow through with his request previously mentioned.

He looked down at the boy with pity. “You are safe here.” He took one of the cloths and dampened it, dabbing it on the boy’s face and neck to clean off the remaining blood. “Please, rest.”

~~~~~

Brody laughed and took another swig. For a short moment he gazed at the bottle he held. Then, glancing up at Lucy, his expression turned serious.

“You’re beginning to worry me. Your behavior has… worsened.”

Calix grabbed Hakksu’s hand in fear…he was scared of so many things right now. That Larson wouldn’t live, that Lucy would strike again…that Lucy would kill Hakksu…He watched as the boy slowly drifted off to sleep, clearly in less pain than he had started…Calix released a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.

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Lucy set down the glass, staring at Wolf intently. She had the look of a killer…a fighter. The good qualities, courage, aggressiveness, perseverance. But she also had the bad qualities, a cold heart, no guilt, and a twisted and demented way of judgment.

“I can handle myself…I only killed one person, and it’s a good thing I’m not freaking out and crying like a baby about it. Because if I was, I wouldn’t be as far as I am right now. You know that.”

Hakksu graciously took Calix’s hand, and he lifted up the other to stroke his lover’s cheek. His expression softened, but it was still traced with worry and uncertainty.

“I am sure Lucy will return. We can confront her about this, then.” He glanced down at the boy, “Let me take him upstairs. He will be more comfortable in a bed than on the floor.”

~~~~~

“Doesn’t this worry you? You feel nothing.” He became irritated. “I’ve killed many men, and no matter the reason I had in killing them, I’ve always felt remorse for taking another’s life. Even if I despised them down to the core. Murder makes us all monsters.”

He breathed in deeply to try and calm himself, to lower his tone of voice. “I wish you would just talk to me , and tell me what’s really wrong.”

murder makes us all monsters… he words ran through Lucy’s head and caused her to stare down at her feet, ashamed. If murder with guilt made you a monster…then Lucy was a cretin. She bit her lip and looked upward without moving her head. “I don’t…I don’t know what’s wrong, okay?!” she shouted. “I don’t know and it’s tearing me apart! I’m a horrible person, hell I shouldn’t count as a person! I’M A WORSE THAN A MONSTER. I’M NOT HUMAN! I CAN’T BE!” her shouting finally caused tears to spill from her eyes as she angrily looked at Wolf. But her eyes pleaded for him to care…to not slap her. To not make her feel less human than she already did. She let out the lasts words in short shaky breaths 

Hakksu did as he said he would. After he returned downstairs, he sat on the couch and beckoned Calix to join him.

~~~~~

Brody was silent. What could he say? What could he do? He stood, leaving the beer on the counter, and he took Lucy into his arms and hugged her tight.

“Please, don’t think that. Don’t think you’re not human. Because you are. You’re Lucy. Everyone has their demons. They could be drugs, alcohol, violence, behavior… anything. And none of those things could convince me that you’re more or less a human being.” He pulled away to look into her eyes. “Think about the people who care about you, Lucy. Calix and Hakksu depend on you to help keep them safe. And believe it or not, there are those in the organization who are rooting for you to join. There are a lot of them, actually. And… And I need you, Lucy. You’re the closest thing to a family I have. You’re important; you matter to people. Does that make you a monster? No. It makes you human.”

Slowly, Calix moved to sit beside his lover on the couch. He let himself lay his head on Hakksu’s shoulder, holding him tight. “How can we trust her…I mean, if she did this? Even if she was just provoked…she could get provoked too.”

~~~~~

Lucy tensed up suddenly at the embrace, but slowly she felt herself needing it…wanting it. His words seeped through her brain as he spoke, feeling the warmth suddenly disappear as he broke away…she didn’t say anything for a long while and stared at the table in front of her. She needed a focal point so she could pretend she wasn’t losing her mind. 

“Serial Killers count as human too…and people need them. Their victims need them to stop killing people. Their family need them to pay the bills, the taxes…their friends need them to leave and never come back.”

I am not sure we can trust her, but we need her. If she is… provoked, I will make sure she does not harm you. Do not worry, alright?” Hakksu wrapped his arm around the boy and kissed him lightly on the cheek.

~~~~~

“Stop it, Lucy!” Wolf grabbed her shoulders firmly, “Just stop this! You are not a serial killer, and you shouldn’t be comparing yourself with one.” He searched her eyes and added, “I want you to see yourself the same way I see you. A reliable ally, a trusted friend, a loved young woman with a great future ahead of her. And not to mention the best fighter I’ve ever seen. Please.”

His eyes were growing red, his lips quivered every now and then. He couldn’t bear to see Lucy act like this; act like she was inhuman. It hurt him. He wanted her to be happy.

“I know…” he whispered. “You two will keep each other in check.” he hated to admit it, but he knew it was true. If Hakksu was provoked, he was more dangerous than anyone could know…but Lucy could stop him. And it was the same thing the other way around. “I love you.” he whispered, letting the words sooth him. He was with the man he loved. Nothing else mattered. As long as they were together, they would get through any obstacles that came their way.

~~~~~

Lucy stared at Wolf, a small, weak, smile spreading on her face. As he gripped at her shoulders, Lucy found herself moving her head forward and pressing it into his chest. She didn’t say anything or move a centimeter from where she sat, her head pressed into the soft cotton of his shirt as she stared at the window above the kitchen sink.

“I’m sorry…out-breaks aren’t really gonna get me in good with the orgnazation, huh?” she chuckled dryly before pulling away and hastily wiping at her eyes. Her number one rule of thumb: Act like nothing happened. It was the only thing she could do to not embarrass herself.

Hakksu held Calix tightly. “I love you also,” he said in a quiet tone.

They sat in each other’s presence for a while before Hakksu sat up. “I should check on the boy. I will be back in a short moment.” He stood after kissing Calix lightly on the lips and made his way upstairs.

~~~~~

Wolf smiled faintly and patted Lucy’s shoulder. He turned around for a moment and wiped away a stray tear and cleared his throat. “So,” he said facing towards Lucy again, wanting to change the subject, “While we were having our little heart-to-heart, an old buddy of mine who owes me a favor has been looking around to see if there’s any place where your friends could stay. Want to see if he found one yet?”

Brody picked up his keys from the counter and tossed them over to Lucy. “I’ll even let you drive, but only on the way.” He winked.

Calix nodded, letting his lover leave as he stayed curled on the sofa, staring into the black, turned off, television. His arms were cold and it felt like the world was shaking. It was just nerves…at least that’s what he thought until he saw the T.V begin to shake side to side, nearly falling off the edge of the stand it was on…what was going on?

~~~~~

Lucy looked up with a bright childish smile on her face. Lucy only drove when Wolf was too injured to. It used to be, before he was sober, that she drover when he was intoxicated. But that was over now, and he got in less fights, so being able to drive, even only half of the entire drive, was a true pleasure. 

She caught the keys and ran happily towards the car.

[[poor lucy thinks Wolf’s sober. What am I doing to my characters]]

Hakksu was about to open the door to where Larson slept, but instead he became unsteady and was forced to grab onto the nearest object, in this case a hallway table, for support. He braced himself for the strange tremor that shook the household.

~~~~~

Wolf hurried down to the car after Lucy and stumbled into the passenger seat. He took out his flip phone and read the single text that lit up the screen. After clearing his throat, he glanced over at Lucy and asked, “Y’know how to get to Shell St. from here? There’s an opening at the apartments where all’uh your brawl partners live. We need to check it out before we agree to get it.”

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Calix nodded. Gauze and pain killers…but where did this family keep them in the house? Calix dashed to the kitchen, pilfering through cabinets at top speed, throwing things to the side and slamming cuppoards shut until he found the medicine cabinet…he began reading the pill bottles and throwing them aside if they weren’t what he wanted.

Soon, he emerged, out of breath, with a wrap of gauze, pain killers, and a glass of water.

“I can’t believe she did this…” Calix stated with awe as he handed Hakksu the items.

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Lucy stared down at the club soda with a frown. Wolf knew she drank…but he refused to let her do it in his prescence. It annoyed her. Finally, Lucy took the glass and drank it, making a face…she hated club soda. Of course, it was the best choice for her and her…career choice. It was the most healthy choice, though not the tastiest.

“So…found any ladies that suit your fancy lately?” she asked, trying to forget about what had happened only a while ago…

Hakksu lifted Larson’s head up and touched a pill to his lips. “Swallow,” he said, having the water nearby. As he began to wrap the wound, he sighed softly and shook his head. “Her face… It was cold. She… Was not only angry. She had attacked without any hesitation. Without regret. She wanted to kill him. She held death in her eyes.

This seemed to really bother Hakksu. He wondered if that was what his face had looked like when he slaughtered those women in the park. It chilled him down to the bone.

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Brody smiled, letting out a small chuckle. “Women? Believe me when I tell you no one is interested. I can’t ever seem to hold on to a good relationship.” He swallowed some of his beer and sat down on one of the bar stools.

“Done…before…” Larson choked out the words after he swallowed the pill. Despite the pain, he uttered those two words in such an urgent way that Calix jumped slightly backwards…done what before? Lucy’s…killed before?

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“Oi! You kept up a relationship with me, in a way! I’m a woman!” she said with a small laugh as she took another not-so-delicious drink of club soda.

Hakksu began to wonder whether it was wise to put his trust in Lucy. But this also gave him some relief, knowing that she would probably follow through with his request previously mentioned.

He looked down at the boy with pity. “You are safe here.” He took one of the cloths and dampened it, dabbing it on the boy’s face and neck to clean off the remaining blood. “Please, rest.”

~~~~~

Brody laughed and took another swig. For a short moment he gazed at the bottle he held. Then, glancing up at Lucy, his expression turned serious.

“You’re beginning to worry me. Your behavior has… worsened.”

Calix grabbed Hakksu’s hand in fear…he was scared of so many things right now. That Larson wouldn’t live, that Lucy would strike again…that Lucy would kill Hakksu…He watched as the boy slowly drifted off to sleep, clearly in less pain than he had started…Calix released a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.

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Lucy set down the glass, staring at Wolf intently. She had the look of a killer…a fighter. The good qualities, courage, aggressiveness, perseverance. But she also had the bad qualities, a cold heart, no guilt, and a twisted and demented way of judgment.

“I can handle myself…I only killed one person, and it’s a good thing I’m not freaking out and crying like a baby about it. Because if I was, I wouldn’t be as far as I am right now. You know that.”

Hakksu graciously took Calix’s hand, and he lifted up the other to stroke his lover’s cheek. His expression softened, but it was still traced with worry and uncertainty.

“I am sure Lucy will return. We can confront her about this, then.” He glanced down at the boy, “Let me take him upstairs. He will be more comfortable in a bed than on the floor.”

~~~~~

“Doesn’t this worry you? You feel nothing.” He became irritated. “I’ve killed many men, and no matter the reason I had in killing them, I’ve always felt remorse for taking another’s life. Even if I despised them down to the core. Murder makes us all monsters.”

He breathed in deeply to try and calm himself, to lower his tone of voice. “I wish you would just talk to me , and tell me what’s really wrong.”

murder makes us all monsters… he words ran through Lucy’s head and caused her to stare down at her feet, ashamed. If murder with guilt made you a monster…then Lucy was a cretin. She bit her lip and looked upward without moving her head. “I don’t…I don’t know what’s wrong, okay?!” she shouted. “I don’t know and it’s tearing me apart! I’m a horrible person, hell I shouldn’t count as a person! I’M A WORSE THAN A MONSTER. I’M NOT HUMAN! I CAN’T BE!” her shouting finally caused tears to spill from her eyes as she angrily looked at Wolf. But her eyes pleaded for him to care…to not slap her. To not make her feel less human than she already did. She let out the lasts words in short shaky breaths 

Hakksu did as he said he would. After he returned downstairs, he sat on the couch and beckoned Calix to join him.

~~~~~

Brody was silent. What could he say? What could he do? He stood, leaving the beer on the counter, and he took Lucy into his arms and hugged her tight.

“Please, don’t think that. Don’t think you’re not human. Because you are. You’re Lucy. Everyone has their demons. They could be drugs, alcohol, violence, behavior… anything. And none of those things could convince me that you’re more or less a human being.” He pulled away to look into her eyes. “Think about the people who care about you, Lucy. Calix and Hakksu depend on you to help keep them safe. And believe it or not, there are those in the organization who are rooting for you to join. There are a lot of them, actually. And… And I need you, Lucy. You’re the closest thing to a family I have. You’re important; you matter to people. Does that make you a monster? No. It makes you human.”

Slowly, Calix moved to sit beside his lover on the couch. He let himself lay his head on Hakksu’s shoulder, holding him tight. “How can we trust her…I mean, if she did this? Even if she was just provoked…she could get provoked too.”

~~~~~

Lucy tensed up suddenly at the embrace, but slowly she felt herself needing it…wanting it. His words seeped through her brain as he spoke, feeling the warmth suddenly disappear as he broke away…she didn’t say anything for a long while and stared at the table in front of her. She needed a focal point so she could pretend she wasn’t losing her mind. 

“Serial Killers count as human too…and people need them. Their victims need them to stop killing people. Their family need them to pay the bills, the taxes…their friends need them to leave and never come back.”

I am not sure we can trust her, but we need her. If she is… provoked, I will make sure she does not harm you. Do not worry, alright?” Hakksu wrapped his arm around the boy and kissed him lightly on the cheek.

~~~~~

“Stop it, Lucy!” Wolf grabbed her shoulders firmly, “Just stop this! You are not a serial killer, and you shouldn’t be comparing yourself with one.” He searched her eyes and added, “I want you to see yourself the same way I see you. A reliable ally, a trusted friend, a loved young woman with a great future ahead of her. And not to mention the best fighter I’ve ever seen. Please.”

His eyes were growing red, his lips quivered every now and then. He couldn’t bear to see Lucy act like this; act like she was inhuman. It hurt him. He wanted her to be happy.

“I know…” he whispered. “You two will keep each other in check.” he hated to admit it, but he knew it was true. If Hakksu was provoked, he was more dangerous than anyone could know…but Lucy could stop him. And it was the same thing the other way around. “I love you.” he whispered, letting the words sooth him. He was with the man he loved. Nothing else mattered. As long as they were together, they would get through any obstacles that came their way.

~~~~~

Lucy stared at Wolf, a small, weak, smile spreading on her face. As he gripped at her shoulders, Lucy found herself moving her head forward and pressing it into his chest. She didn’t say anything or move a centimeter from where she sat, her head pressed into the soft cotton of his shirt as she stared at the window above the kitchen sink.

“I’m sorry…out-breaks aren’t really gonna get me in good with the orgnazation, huh?” she chuckled dryly before pulling away and hastily wiping at her eyes. Her number one rule of thumb: Act like nothing happened. It was the only thing she could do to not embarrass herself.

Hakksu held Calix tightly. “I love you also,” he said in a quiet tone.

They sat in each other’s presence for a while before Hakksu sat up. “I should check on the boy. I will be back in a short moment.” He stood after kissing Calix lightly on the lips and made his way upstairs.

~~~~~

Wolf smiled faintly and patted Lucy’s shoulder. He turned around for a moment and wiped away a stray tear and cleared his throat. “So,” he said facing towards Lucy again, wanting to change the subject, “While we were having our little heart-to-heart, an old buddy of mine who owes me a favor has been looking around to see if there’s any place where your friends could stay. Want to see if he found one yet?”

Brody picked up his keys from the counter and tossed them over to Lucy. “I’ll even let you drive, but only on the way.” He winked.

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Calix stood to the side, watching the boy be dragged in. He seemed to drunk with pain to realize something about Hakksu was different and irregular…Calix realized that he was trying to choke out a thank you, but that only resulted in more blood falling out of his mouth and onto the carpet.

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Lucy ripped open the door, jumping into the passenger seat. She sat on top of her hands, curling her feet up to the see and laying her chin on her knees, staring at the dashboard of the car…She wanted to turn and hug Brody. Just…cry…but she was way too strong for that. Her ego wouldn’t stand for it.

“I…Larson again…Wolf…I really fucked up…” she stated in a near whisper. “He…He called you a drunk. And a coward…neither are true, and I know it. The guy’s a dirty ass hole. He deserved every last thing I did to him.” she growled. She left out the part about being called his whore…that one had hurt her the most, but she didn’t Wolf thinking people called her that.

Hakksu laid Larson’s head down gently on top of a small pillow he had taken from the couch. Among all of the boy’s injuries, the one needing the most attention was his arm. The bleeding had gotten out of control, and they needed to stop it somehow. Towels. He required towels. And some thin cloth.

He turned and sprinted up the stairway, remembering the towels in the bathroom. He grabbed two or three of them and hurried into one of the bedrooms. Hakksu hastily pulled off the bed sheet and carried everything downstairs.

Calix, can you help?” he asked, handing the towels to him. Hakksu tore the sheet into small slivers of cloth and set them on the floor, taking one of them and tying it as tight as he could around the human’s arm in attempt to stall the excessive amount of blood overflowing from the wound.

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Wolf cleared his throat and shifted his position in the seat.  “Lucy… I thought we talked about this. Self-control, remember?” He nearly had to spit that word out. Self-control. Brody knew he had no right to be telling Lucy to control herself, when he still struggled with the same dilemma. Control. His mind shifted to the flask in his jacket pocket.

Calix nodded awkwardly, his eyes averting the catastrophe in front of him. “I…yeah. What d’ya need me to do?”

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“Self control my ass!” she shouted suddenly, flinging her feet forward and angrily kicking the dashboard. She was pissed. 

“He deserved it! Self control is pointless. I’m not…I’m not normal and we all know it! I’m a freaking psycho! If you hadn’t come along, everyone here would be dead!” Lucy hung her head, making sure her hair obstructed Wolf’s view of her face…because she could feel a hot tear making it’s way down her cheek.

Hakksu took one of the towels from Calix and began mopping up the seemingly limitless carmine fluid secreting from the boy’s gash. Beyond this, Hakksu had absolutely no expertise in the medical area, let alone for a human. He desperately searched his mind for what to do next.

On Kunjic, whenever he was injured, the Helnu healers would give him something for his pain and spread this sweet-smelling substance over his wound to prevent any infection. Then they would wrap it up with some clingy fabric, like the kind Alyssa used at the hospital. Maybe Calix would know what he needed.

Do you remember what you gave me for my leg? The medicine for pain?” Hakksu hoped Calix knew what he was talking about.

~~~~~

Brody knew talking about matters such as these would not get through to Lucy, she was much more of a “fight it out” kind of person. Brody revved up the engine and drove down the street, heading for his apartment. Maybe she would calm down after getting something to drink.

After ten or so minutes, Wolf parked in front of an average complex and exited the car, expecting Lucy to follow suit. He climbed up the stairs until he was standing in front of apartment 4c. Brody reached into his jeans pocket and searched through his ring of keys for the one that he needed to get inside.

Once he opened the door, he quietly entered his home and tossed his keys onto a glass dish he kept on the counter. He then went to the fridge to pull out a beer and a club soda, setting the latter down on the counter top and opening the beer for himself.

Calix nodded. Gauze and pain killers…but where did this family keep them in the house? Calix dashed to the kitchen, pilfering through cabinets at top speed, throwing things to the side and slamming cuppoards shut until he found the medicine cabinet…he began reading the pill bottles and throwing them aside if they weren’t what he wanted.

Soon, he emerged, out of breath, with a wrap of gauze, pain killers, and a glass of water.

“I can’t believe she did this…” Calix stated with awe as he handed Hakksu the items.

~*~*~*~

Lucy stared down at the club soda with a frown. Wolf knew she drank…but he refused to let her do it in his prescence. It annoyed her. Finally, Lucy took the glass and drank it, making a face…she hated club soda. Of course, it was the best choice for her and her…career choice. It was the most healthy choice, though not the tastiest.

“So…found any ladies that suit your fancy lately?” she asked, trying to forget about what had happened only a while ago…

Hakksu lifted Larson’s head up and touched a pill to his lips. “Swallow,” he said, having the water nearby. As he began to wrap the wound, he sighed softly and shook his head. “Her face… It was cold. She… Was not only angry. She had attacked without any hesitation. Without regret. She wanted to kill him. She held death in her eyes.

This seemed to really bother Hakksu. He wondered if that was what his face had looked like when he slaughtered those women in the park. It chilled him down to the bone.

~~~~~

Brody smiled, letting out a small chuckle. “Women? Believe me when I tell you no one is interested. I can’t ever seem to hold on to a good relationship.” He swallowed some of his beer and sat down on one of the bar stools.

“Done…before…” Larson choked out the words after he swallowed the pill. Despite the pain, he uttered those two words in such an urgent way that Calix jumped slightly backwards…done what before? Lucy’s…killed before?

*~*~*~*~*

“Oi! You kept up a relationship with me, in a way! I’m a woman!” she said with a small laugh as she took another not-so-delicious drink of club soda.

Hakksu began to wonder whether it was wise to put his trust in Lucy. But this also gave him some relief, knowing that she would probably follow through with his request previously mentioned.

He looked down at the boy with pity. “You are safe here.” He took one of the cloths and dampened it, dabbing it on the boy’s face and neck to clean off the remaining blood. “Please, rest.”

~~~~~

Brody laughed and took another swig. For a short moment he gazed at the bottle he held. Then, glancing up at Lucy, his expression turned serious.

“You’re beginning to worry me. Your behavior has… worsened.”

Calix grabbed Hakksu’s hand in fear…he was scared of so many things right now. That Larson wouldn’t live, that Lucy would strike again…that Lucy would kill Hakksu…He watched as the boy slowly drifted off to sleep, clearly in less pain than he had started…Calix released a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.

~*~*~*~*~

Lucy set down the glass, staring at Wolf intently. She had the look of a killer…a fighter. The good qualities, courage, aggressiveness, perseverance. But she also had the bad qualities, a cold heart, no guilt, and a twisted and demented way of judgment.

“I can handle myself…I only killed one person, and it’s a good thing I’m not freaking out and crying like a baby about it. Because if I was, I wouldn’t be as far as I am right now. You know that.”

Hakksu graciously took Calix’s hand, and he lifted up the other to stroke his lover’s cheek. His expression softened, but it was still traced with worry and uncertainty.

“I am sure Lucy will return. We can confront her about this, then.” He glanced down at the boy, “Let me take him upstairs. He will be more comfortable in a bed than on the floor.”

~~~~~

“Doesn’t this worry you? You feel nothing.” He became irritated. “I’ve killed many men, and no matter the reason I had in killing them, I’ve always felt remorse for taking another’s life. Even if I despised them down to the core. Murder makes us all monsters.”

He breathed in deeply to try and calm himself, to lower his tone of voice. “I wish you would just talk to me , and tell me what’s really wrong.”

murder makes us all monsters… he words ran through Lucy’s head and caused her to stare down at her feet, ashamed. If murder with guilt made you a monster…then Lucy was a cretin. She bit her lip and looked upward without moving her head. “I don’t…I don’t know what’s wrong, okay?!” she shouted. “I don’t know and it’s tearing me apart! I’m a horrible person, hell I shouldn’t count as a person! I’M A WORSE THAN A MONSTER. I’M NOT HUMAN! I CAN’T BE!” her shouting finally caused tears to spill from her eyes as she angrily looked at Wolf. But her eyes pleaded for him to care…to not slap her. To not make her feel less human than she already did. She let out the lasts words in short shaky breaths 

Hakksu did as he said he would. After he returned downstairs, he sat on the couch and beckoned Calix to join him.

~~~~~

Brody was silent. What could he say? What could he do? He stood, leaving the beer on the counter, and he took Lucy into his arms and hugged her tight.

“Please, don’t think that. Don’t think you’re not human. Because you are. You’re Lucy. Everyone has their demons. They could be drugs, alcohol, violence, behavior… anything. And none of those things could convince me that you’re more or less a human being.” He pulled away to look into her eyes. “Think about the people who care about you, Lucy. Calix and Hakksu depend on you to help keep them safe. And believe it or not, there are those in the organization who are rooting for you to join. There are a lot of them, actually. And… And I need you, Lucy. You’re the closest thing to a family I have. You’re important; you matter to people. Does that make you a monster? No. It makes you human.”

Slowly, Calix moved to sit beside his lover on the couch. He let himself lay his head on Hakksu’s shoulder, holding him tight. “How can we trust her…I mean, if she did this? Even if she was just provoked…she could get provoked too.”

~~~~~

Lucy tensed up suddenly at the embrace, but slowly she felt herself needing it…wanting it. His words seeped through her brain as he spoke, feeling the warmth suddenly disappear as he broke away…she didn’t say anything for a long while and stared at the table in front of her. She needed a focal point so she could pretend she wasn’t losing her mind. 

“Serial Killers count as human too…and people need them. Their victims need them to stop killing people. Their family need them to pay the bills, the taxes…their friends need them to leave and never come back.”

I am not sure we can trust her, but we need her. If she is… provoked, I will make sure she does not harm you. Do not worry, alright?” Hakksu wrapped his arm around the boy and kissed him lightly on the cheek.

~~~~~

“Stop it, Lucy!” Wolf grabbed her shoulders firmly, “Just stop this! You are not a serial killer, and you shouldn’t be comparing yourself with one.” He searched her eyes and added, “I want you to see yourself the same way I see you. A reliable ally, a trusted friend, a loved young woman with a great future ahead of her. And not to mention the best fighter I’ve ever seen. Please.”

His eyes were growing red, his lips quivered every now and then. He couldn’t bear to see Lucy act like this; act like she was inhuman. It hurt him. He wanted her to be happy.

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Calix stood to the side, watching the boy be dragged in. He seemed to drunk with pain to realize something about Hakksu was different and irregular…Calix realized that he was trying to choke out a thank you, but that only resulted in more blood falling out of his mouth and onto the carpet.

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Lucy ripped open the door, jumping into the passenger seat. She sat on top of her hands, curling her feet up to the see and laying her chin on her knees, staring at the dashboard of the car…She wanted to turn and hug Brody. Just…cry…but she was way too strong for that. Her ego wouldn’t stand for it.

“I…Larson again…Wolf…I really fucked up…” she stated in a near whisper. “He…He called you a drunk. And a coward…neither are true, and I know it. The guy’s a dirty ass hole. He deserved every last thing I did to him.” she growled. She left out the part about being called his whore…that one had hurt her the most, but she didn’t Wolf thinking people called her that.

Hakksu laid Larson’s head down gently on top of a small pillow he had taken from the couch. Among all of the boy’s injuries, the one needing the most attention was his arm. The bleeding had gotten out of control, and they needed to stop it somehow. Towels. He required towels. And some thin cloth.

He turned and sprinted up the stairway, remembering the towels in the bathroom. He grabbed two or three of them and hurried into one of the bedrooms. Hakksu hastily pulled off the bed sheet and carried everything downstairs.

Calix, can you help?” he asked, handing the towels to him. Hakksu tore the sheet into small slivers of cloth and set them on the floor, taking one of them and tying it as tight as he could around the human’s arm in attempt to stall the excessive amount of blood overflowing from the wound.

~~~~~

Wolf cleared his throat and shifted his position in the seat.  “Lucy… I thought we talked about this. Self-control, remember?” He nearly had to spit that word out. Self-control. Brody knew he had no right to be telling Lucy to control herself, when he still struggled with the same dilemma. Control. His mind shifted to the flask in his jacket pocket.

Calix nodded awkwardly, his eyes averting the catastrophe in front of him. “I…yeah. What d’ya need me to do?”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“Self control my ass!” she shouted suddenly, flinging her feet forward and angrily kicking the dashboard. She was pissed. 

“He deserved it! Self control is pointless. I’m not…I’m not normal and we all know it! I’m a freaking psycho! If you hadn’t come along, everyone here would be dead!” Lucy hung her head, making sure her hair obstructed Wolf’s view of her face…because she could feel a hot tear making it’s way down her cheek.

Hakksu took one of the towels from Calix and began mopping up the seemingly limitless carmine fluid secreting from the boy’s gash. Beyond this, Hakksu had absolutely no expertise in the medical area, let alone for a human. He desperately searched his mind for what to do next.

On Kunjic, whenever he was injured, the Helnu healers would give him something for his pain and spread this sweet-smelling substance over his wound to prevent any infection. Then they would wrap it up with some clingy fabric, like the kind Alyssa used at the hospital. Maybe Calix would know what he needed.

Do you remember what you gave me for my leg? The medicine for pain?” Hakksu hoped Calix knew what he was talking about.

~~~~~

Brody knew talking about matters such as these would not get through to Lucy, she was much more of a “fight it out” kind of person. Brody revved up the engine and drove down the street, heading for his apartment. Maybe she would calm down after getting something to drink.

After ten or so minutes, Wolf parked in front of an average complex and exited the car, expecting Lucy to follow suit. He climbed up the stairs until he was standing in front of apartment 4c. Brody reached into his jeans pocket and searched through his ring of keys for the one that he needed to get inside.

Once he opened the door, he quietly entered his home and tossed his keys onto a glass dish he kept on the counter. He then went to the fridge to pull out a beer and a club soda, setting the latter down on the counter top and opening the beer for himself.

Calix nodded. Gauze and pain killers…but where did this family keep them in the house? Calix dashed to the kitchen, pilfering through cabinets at top speed, throwing things to the side and slamming cuppoards shut until he found the medicine cabinet…he began reading the pill bottles and throwing them aside if they weren’t what he wanted.

Soon, he emerged, out of breath, with a wrap of gauze, pain killers, and a glass of water.

“I can’t believe she did this…” Calix stated with awe as he handed Hakksu the items.

~*~*~*~

Lucy stared down at the club soda with a frown. Wolf knew she drank…but he refused to let her do it in his prescence. It annoyed her. Finally, Lucy took the glass and drank it, making a face…she hated club soda. Of course, it was the best choice for her and her…career choice. It was the most healthy choice, though not the tastiest.

“So…found any ladies that suit your fancy lately?” she asked, trying to forget about what had happened only a while ago…

Hakksu lifted Larson’s head up and touched a pill to his lips. “Swallow,” he said, having the water nearby. As he began to wrap the wound, he sighed softly and shook his head. “Her face… It was cold. She… Was not only angry. She had attacked without any hesitation. Without regret. She wanted to kill him. She held death in her eyes.

This seemed to really bother Hakksu. He wondered if that was what his face had looked like when he slaughtered those women in the park. It chilled him down to the bone.

~~~~~

Brody smiled, letting out a small chuckle. “Women? Believe me when I tell you no one is interested. I can’t ever seem to hold on to a good relationship.” He swallowed some of his beer and sat down on one of the bar stools.

“Done…before…” Larson choked out the words after he swallowed the pill. Despite the pain, he uttered those two words in such an urgent way that Calix jumped slightly backwards…done what before? Lucy’s…killed before?

*~*~*~*~*

“Oi! You kept up a relationship with me, in a way! I’m a woman!” she said with a small laugh as she took another not-so-delicious drink of club soda.

Hakksu began to wonder whether it was wise to put his trust in Lucy. But this also gave him some relief, knowing that she would probably follow through with his request previously mentioned.

He looked down at the boy with pity. “You are safe here.” He took one of the cloths and dampened it, dabbing it on the boy’s face and neck to clean off the remaining blood. “Please, rest.”

~~~~~

Brody laughed and took another swig. For a short moment he gazed at the bottle he held. Then, glancing up at Lucy, his expression turned serious.

“You’re beginning to worry me. Your behavior has… worsened.”

Calix grabbed Hakksu’s hand in fear…he was scared of so many things right now. That Larson wouldn’t live, that Lucy would strike again…that Lucy would kill Hakksu…He watched as the boy slowly drifted off to sleep, clearly in less pain than he had started…Calix released a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.

~*~*~*~*~

Lucy set down the glass, staring at Wolf intently. She had the look of a killer…a fighter. The good qualities, courage, aggressiveness, perseverance. But she also had the bad qualities, a cold heart, no guilt, and a twisted and demented way of judgment.

“I can handle myself…I only killed one person, and it’s a good thing I’m not freaking out and crying like a baby about it. Because if I was, I wouldn’t be as far as I am right now. You know that.”

Hakksu graciously took Calix’s hand, and he lifted up the other to stroke his lover’s cheek. His expression softened, but it was still traced with worry and uncertainty.

“I am sure Lucy will return. We can confront her about this, then.” He glanced down at the boy, “Let me take him upstairs. He will be more comfortable in a bed than on the floor.”

~~~~~

“Doesn’t this worry you? You feel nothing.” He became irritated. “I’ve killed many men, and no matter the reason I had in killing them, I’ve always felt remorse for taking another’s life. Even if I despised them down to the core. Murder makes us all monsters.”

He breathed in deeply to try and calm himself, to lower his tone of voice. “I wish you would just talk to me , and tell me what’s really wrong.”

murder makes us all monsters… he words ran through Lucy’s head and caused her to stare down at her feet, ashamed. If murder with guilt made you a monster…then Lucy was a cretin. She bit her lip and looked upward without moving her head. “I don’t…I don’t know what’s wrong, okay?!” she shouted. “I don’t know and it’s tearing me apart! I’m a horrible person, hell I shouldn’t count as a person! I’M A WORSE THAN A MONSTER. I’M NOT HUMAN! I CAN’T BE!” her shouting finally caused tears to spill from her eyes as she angrily looked at Wolf. But her eyes pleaded for him to care…to not slap her. To not make her feel less human than she already did. She let out the lasts words in short shaky breaths 

Hakksu did as he said he would. After he returned downstairs, he sat on the couch and beckoned Calix to join him.

~~~~~

Brody was silent. What could he say? What could he do? He stood, leaving the beer on the counter, and he took Lucy into his arms and hugged her tight.

“Please, don’t think that. Don’t think you’re not human. Because you are. You’re Lucy. Everyone has their demons. They could be drugs, alcohol, violence, behavior… anything. And none of those things could convince me that you’re more or less a human being.” He pulled away to look into her eyes. “Think about the people who care about you, Lucy. Calix and Hakksu depend on you to help keep them safe. And believe it or not, there are those in the organization who are rooting for you to join. There are a lot of them, actually. And… And I need you, Lucy. You’re the closest thing to a family I have. You’re important; you matter to people. Does that make you a monster? No. It makes you human.”

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Calix stood to the side, watching the boy be dragged in. He seemed to drunk with pain to realize something about Hakksu was different and irregular…Calix realized that he was trying to choke out a thank you, but that only resulted in more blood falling out of his mouth and onto the carpet.

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Lucy ripped open the door, jumping into the passenger seat. She sat on top of her hands, curling her feet up to the see and laying her chin on her knees, staring at the dashboard of the car…She wanted to turn and hug Brody. Just…cry…but she was way too strong for that. Her ego wouldn’t stand for it.

“I…Larson again…Wolf…I really fucked up…” she stated in a near whisper. “He…He called you a drunk. And a coward…neither are true, and I know it. The guy’s a dirty ass hole. He deserved every last thing I did to him.” she growled. She left out the part about being called his whore…that one had hurt her the most, but she didn’t Wolf thinking people called her that.

Hakksu laid Larson’s head down gently on top of a small pillow he had taken from the couch. Among all of the boy’s injuries, the one needing the most attention was his arm. The bleeding had gotten out of control, and they needed to stop it somehow. Towels. He required towels. And some thin cloth.

He turned and sprinted up the stairway, remembering the towels in the bathroom. He grabbed two or three of them and hurried into one of the bedrooms. Hakksu hastily pulled off the bed sheet and carried everything downstairs.

Calix, can you help?” he asked, handing the towels to him. Hakksu tore the sheet into small slivers of cloth and set them on the floor, taking one of them and tying it as tight as he could around the human’s arm in attempt to stall the excessive amount of blood overflowing from the wound.

~~~~~

Wolf cleared his throat and shifted his position in the seat.  “Lucy… I thought we talked about this. Self-control, remember?” He nearly had to spit that word out. Self-control. Brody knew he had no right to be telling Lucy to control herself, when he still struggled with the same dilemma. Control. His mind shifted to the flask in his jacket pocket.

Calix nodded awkwardly, his eyes averting the catastrophe in front of him. “I…yeah. What d’ya need me to do?”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“Self control my ass!” she shouted suddenly, flinging her feet forward and angrily kicking the dashboard. She was pissed. 

“He deserved it! Self control is pointless. I’m not…I’m not normal and we all know it! I’m a freaking psycho! If you hadn’t come along, everyone here would be dead!” Lucy hung her head, making sure her hair obstructed Wolf’s view of her face…because she could feel a hot tear making it’s way down her cheek.

Hakksu took one of the towels from Calix and began mopping up the seemingly limitless carmine fluid secreting from the boy’s gash. Beyond this, Hakksu had absolutely no expertise in the medical area, let alone for a human. He desperately searched his mind for what to do next.

On Kunjic, whenever he was injured, the Helnu healers would give him something for his pain and spread this sweet-smelling substance over his wound to prevent any infection. Then they would wrap it up with some clingy fabric, like the kind Alyssa used at the hospital. Maybe Calix would know what he needed.

Do you remember what you gave me for my leg? The medicine for pain?” Hakksu hoped Calix knew what he was talking about.

~~~~~

Brody knew talking about matters such as these would not get through to Lucy, she was much more of a “fight it out” kind of person. Brody revved up the engine and drove down the street, heading for his apartment. Maybe she would calm down after getting something to drink.

After ten or so minutes, Wolf parked in front of an average complex and exited the car, expecting Lucy to follow suit. He climbed up the stairs until he was standing in front of apartment 4c. Brody reached into his jeans pocket and searched through his ring of keys for the one that he needed to get inside.

Once he opened the door, he quietly entered his home and tossed his keys onto a glass dish he kept on the counter. He then went to the fridge to pull out a beer and a club soda, setting the latter down on the counter top and opening the beer for himself.

Calix nodded. Gauze and pain killers…but where did this family keep them in the house? Calix dashed to the kitchen, pilfering through cabinets at top speed, throwing things to the side and slamming cuppoards shut until he found the medicine cabinet…he began reading the pill bottles and throwing them aside if they weren’t what he wanted.

Soon, he emerged, out of breath, with a wrap of gauze, pain killers, and a glass of water.

“I can’t believe she did this…” Calix stated with awe as he handed Hakksu the items.

~*~*~*~

Lucy stared down at the club soda with a frown. Wolf knew she drank…but he refused to let her do it in his prescence. It annoyed her. Finally, Lucy took the glass and drank it, making a face…she hated club soda. Of course, it was the best choice for her and her…career choice. It was the most healthy choice, though not the tastiest.

“So…found any ladies that suit your fancy lately?” she asked, trying to forget about what had happened only a while ago…

Hakksu lifted Larson’s head up and touched a pill to his lips. “Swallow,” he said, having the water nearby. As he began to wrap the wound, he sighed softly and shook his head. “Her face… It was cold. She… Was not only angry. She had attacked without any hesitation. Without regret. She wanted to kill him. She held death in her eyes.

This seemed to really bother Hakksu. He wondered if that was what his face had looked like when he slaughtered those women in the park. It chilled him down to the bone.

~~~~~

Brody smiled, letting out a small chuckle. “Women? Believe me when I tell you no one is interested. I can’t ever seem to hold on to a good relationship.” He swallowed some of his beer and sat down on one of the bar stools.

“Done…before…” Larson choked out the words after he swallowed the pill. Despite the pain, he uttered those two words in such an urgent way that Calix jumped slightly backwards…done what before? Lucy’s…killed before?

*~*~*~*~*

“Oi! You kept up a relationship with me, in a way! I’m a woman!” she said with a small laugh as she took another not-so-delicious drink of club soda.

Hakksu began to wonder whether it was wise to put his trust in Lucy. But this also gave him some relief, knowing that she would probably follow through with his request previously mentioned.

He looked down at the boy with pity. “You are safe here.” He took one of the cloths and dampened it, dabbing it on the boy’s face and neck to clean off the remaining blood. “Please, rest.”

~~~~~

Brody laughed and took another swig. For a short moment he gazed at the bottle he held. Then, glancing up at Lucy, his expression turned serious.

“You’re beginning to worry me. Your behavior has… worsened.”

Calix grabbed Hakksu’s hand in fear…he was scared of so many things right now. That Larson wouldn’t live, that Lucy would strike again…that Lucy would kill Hakksu…He watched as the boy slowly drifted off to sleep, clearly in less pain than he had started…Calix released a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.

~*~*~*~*~

Lucy set down the glass, staring at Wolf intently. She had the look of a killer…a fighter. The good qualities, courage, aggressiveness, perseverance. But she also had the bad qualities, a cold heart, no guilt, and a twisted and demented way of judgment.

“I can handle myself…I only killed one person, and it’s a good thing I’m not freaking out and crying like a baby about it. Because if I was, I wouldn’t be as far as I am right now. You know that.”

Hakksu graciously took Calix’s hand, and he lifted up the other to stroke his lover’s cheek. His expression softened, but it was still traced with worry and uncertainty.

“I am sure Lucy will return. We can confront her about this, then.” He glanced down at the boy, “Let me take him upstairs. He will be more comfortable in a bed than on the floor.”

~~~~~

“Doesn’t this worry you? You feel nothing.” He became irritated. “I’ve killed many men, and no matter the reason I had in killing them, I’ve always felt remorse for taking another’s life. Even if I despised them down to the core. Murder makes us all monsters.”

He breathed in deeply to try and calm himself, to lower his tone of voice. “I wish you would just talk to me , and tell me what’s really wrong.”

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Hakksu smiled at what Calix said. “Yes, we will be,” he replied. He ran his hand through his lover’s hair, messing with those curls of his. He loved this boy more than anything.

Before Calix could even utter the first syllable in the phrase ”I love you”,  a loud, hard, thump hit against the door of the house, causing Calix to instinctively jump up from his position and run to look at the window. From where he was, he was hidden, but he could see everything clearly…even hear, the yelling was so loud.

 There was a boy. 15 or maybe 16. He was slumped against the door of the house, his nose was obviously broken, his lip was bleeding, and there were bruises on his face and arms…he was holding his chest like maybe a rib cage was broken. Calix flinched at the sight of him. And, as if on cue, a combat boot clad foot swung into view, kicking him straight in the stomach. And before Calix could even blink, two fists, bloody from all the punching they had obviously been doing before getting to Calix’s door, cam forward and repeatedly punched him. 

He wanted to go out there…tell whoever it was to stop…but if they hurt him too…and what if they saw Hakksu? And found out someone was living in a house that should be empty? But then he heard a voice…a pained, angry, voice. It was gurgled from what sounded like held back tears:

“YOU EVER TALK BAD ABOUT WOLF AGAIN, LARSON, AND I’LL DO MORE THAN BREAK YOUR NOSE!”

Lucy…as Calix recognized her voice, she stepped in to view. There were a few scratches on her face, and her knuckles were torn up, but other than that she was unharmed…she kicked the boy, Larson, again, causing him to scream and cry in pain. 

“Next will be you’re fucking penis. Then next your head. And if somehow, you manage to stay alive because you do so love to cheat-” Lucy knelt in front of him, causing Calix to flinch back…she was scary. Clearly angry, and upset…she was almost insane. And she was smiling. Something flashed forward, what Calix thought was an arm, and in an instant Lucy was holding a small black butterfly knife up against Larson’s throat.

“Then I’ll use the knife you decided to use in a WEAPONS FREE ARENA on you.” An empty threat, Calix guessed…hoped…but then she grabbed the boy’s wrist, rolled up his shirt sleeve, took the knife, and carved, in perfect detail, and even in cursive.

“Lucy Harris” 

She got up, threw the knife down at his feet, kicked him one last time for good measure, and walked off, leaving the boy moaning and groaning in front of Calix’s house. But then she walked back, not into view, but Calix could barely hear her.

“I am not his whore. He is not a drunk. He is not a coward. And if you ever fucking say so again, I’ll carve more than my name into you’re decapitated head.” and then she walked off for good.

Hakksu lay on his back, supporting his weight with his elbows. What had he just witnessed? That boy outside was injured… badly. And Lucy caused it. He wanted to help the young  human, but common sense told him not to. What if he was discovered?

The prince sat up and looked at Calix with concern outlaying his expression. He knew Lucy was a determined fighter, but how could she do such a thing? What if that boy, Larson she had called him, bled to death? Hakksu could hear the human gasping and choking on blood, moaning in pain occasionally.

“We cannot leave him outside…” He spoke in a quieted tone, his accent becoming heavier than before. He didn’t want Larson to hear him speaking.

The decision was up to Calix to make, whether to help the kid or not. But if they did, Hakksu would have to be the one to carry Larson inside. Hiding was not an option.

“I…” Calix choked on his own words, watching out the window at the boy…he was in such miserable pain, but…maybe Lucy had a reason. Had he really called her Wolf’s whore? But…no one deserved that cruelty…and his arm was bleeding horribly from where she had carved her name…

“I…Yeah…let’s let him in…” he finally decided. But he didn’t go for the door. Instead he leaned flat against the window, looking for any sign of Lucy…there was none.

~*~*~*~*~

The streets were empty, some weird fair going on downtown, and Lucy walked in the middle of the street, hands and face covered in Larson’s blood. She acted as if nothing had changed…but her eyes were blood-shot and her hand trembling. She’d done bad things…but never had she ever carved her name into someone’s hand…and her problem wasn’t that the boy would die, but that now there was evidence…

Lucy shivered, wrapping her jacket tighter around her, but she knew it wasn’t the cold…it was the fear…she saw something. A black Camaro. “oh…oh thank god.” she breathed, breaking into a sprint towards the old 80s car…She tripped on her own feet a couple times, but eventually she reached the car, her hands slamming onto the window in a panic. She was so scared…she was so so scared. What she had done…she should feel remorse…but she didn’t. What was wrong with her?

Hakksu quickly stood and headed for the door. Before he turned the handle, he took a deep breath and prepared himself for the worst. He glanced quickly at Calix then jerked the door open, immediately reaching out to grab the boy.

~~~~~

Brody concealed the flask he had just been drinking out of from Lucy, who he had seen coming towards the car. She rushed to the door, and he reached over to unlock it. Luckily, Brody hadn’t consumed too much of the whiskey for the alcohol to be noticeable on his breath.

“Damn… Lucy… You look like-“ A thought interrupted his sentence. “What did you do?”

Calix stood to the side, watching the boy be dragged in. He seemed to drunk with pain to realize something about Hakksu was different and irregular…Calix realized that he was trying to choke out a thank you, but that only resulted in more blood falling out of his mouth and onto the carpet.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Lucy ripped open the door, jumping into the passenger seat. She sat on top of her hands, curling her feet up to the see and laying her chin on her knees, staring at the dashboard of the car…She wanted to turn and hug Brody. Just…cry…but she was way too strong for that. Her ego wouldn’t stand for it.

“I…Larson again…Wolf…I really fucked up…” she stated in a near whisper. “He…He called you a drunk. And a coward…neither are true, and I know it. The guy’s a dirty ass hole. He deserved every last thing I did to him.” she growled. She left out the part about being called his whore…that one had hurt her the most, but she didn’t Wolf thinking people called her that.

Hakksu laid Larson’s head down gently on top of a small pillow he had taken from the couch. Among all of the boy’s injuries, the one needing the most attention was his arm. The bleeding had gotten out of control, and they needed to stop it somehow. Towels. He required towels. And some thin cloth.

He turned and sprinted up the stairway, remembering the towels in the bathroom. He grabbed two or three of them and hurried into one of the bedrooms. Hakksu hastily pulled off the bed sheet and carried everything downstairs.

Calix, can you help?” he asked, handing the towels to him. Hakksu tore the sheet into small slivers of cloth and set them on the floor, taking one of them and tying it as tight as he could around the human’s arm in attempt to stall the excessive amount of blood overflowing from the wound.

~~~~~

Wolf cleared his throat and shifted his position in the seat.  “Lucy… I thought we talked about this. Self-control, remember?” He nearly had to spit that word out. Self-control. Brody knew he had no right to be telling Lucy to control herself, when he still struggled with the same dilemma. Control. His mind shifted to the flask in his jacket pocket.

Calix nodded awkwardly, his eyes averting the catastrophe in front of him. “I…yeah. What d’ya need me to do?”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“Self control my ass!” she shouted suddenly, flinging her feet forward and angrily kicking the dashboard. She was pissed. 

“He deserved it! Self control is pointless. I’m not…I’m not normal and we all know it! I’m a freaking psycho! If you hadn’t come along, everyone here would be dead!” Lucy hung her head, making sure her hair obstructed Wolf’s view of her face…because she could feel a hot tear making it’s way down her cheek.

Hakksu took one of the towels from Calix and began mopping up the seemingly limitless carmine fluid secreting from the boy’s gash. Beyond this, Hakksu had absolutely no expertise in the medical area, let alone for a human. He desperately searched his mind for what to do next.

On Kunjic, whenever he was injured, the Helnu healers would give him something for his pain and spread this sweet-smelling substance over his wound to prevent any infection. Then they would wrap it up with some clingy fabric, like the kind Alyssa used at the hospital. Maybe Calix would know what he needed.

Do you remember what you gave me for my leg? The medicine for pain?” Hakksu hoped Calix knew what he was talking about.

~~~~~

Brody knew talking about matters such as these would not get through to Lucy, she was much more of a “fight it out” kind of person. Brody revved up the engine and drove down the street, heading for his apartment. Maybe she would calm down after getting something to drink.

After ten or so minutes, Wolf parked in front of an average complex and exited the car, expecting Lucy to follow suit. He climbed up the stairs until he was standing in front of apartment 4c. Brody reached into his jeans pocket and searched through his ring of keys for the one that he needed to get inside.

Once he opened the door, he quietly entered his home and tossed his keys onto a glass dish he kept on the counter. He then went to the fridge to pull out a beer and a club soda, setting the latter down on the counter top and opening the beer for himself.

Calix nodded. Gauze and pain killers…but where did this family keep them in the house? Calix dashed to the kitchen, pilfering through cabinets at top speed, throwing things to the side and slamming cuppoards shut until he found the medicine cabinet…he began reading the pill bottles and throwing them aside if they weren’t what he wanted.

Soon, he emerged, out of breath, with a wrap of gauze, pain killers, and a glass of water.

“I can’t believe she did this…” Calix stated with awe as he handed Hakksu the items.

~*~*~*~

Lucy stared down at the club soda with a frown. Wolf knew she drank…but he refused to let her do it in his prescence. It annoyed her. Finally, Lucy took the glass and drank it, making a face…she hated club soda. Of course, it was the best choice for her and her…career choice. It was the most healthy choice, though not the tastiest.

“So…found any ladies that suit your fancy lately?” she asked, trying to forget about what had happened only a while ago…

Hakksu lifted Larson’s head up and touched a pill to his lips. “Swallow,” he said, having the water nearby. As he began to wrap the wound, he sighed softly and shook his head. “Her face… It was cold. She… Was not only angry. She had attacked without any hesitation. Without regret. She wanted to kill him. She held death in her eyes.

This seemed to really bother Hakksu. He wondered if that was what his face had looked like when he slaughtered those women in the park. It chilled him down to the bone.

~~~~~

Brody smiled, letting out a small chuckle. “Women? Believe me when I tell you no one is interested. I can’t ever seem to hold on to a good relationship.” He swallowed some of his beer and sat down on one of the bar stools.

“Done…before…” Larson choked out the words after he swallowed the pill. Despite the pain, he uttered those two words in such an urgent way that Calix jumped slightly backwards…done what before? Lucy’s…killed before?

*~*~*~*~*

“Oi! You kept up a relationship with me, in a way! I’m a woman!” she said with a small laugh as she took another not-so-delicious drink of club soda.

Hakksu began to wonder whether it was wise to put his trust in Lucy. But this also gave him some relief, knowing that she would probably follow through with his request previously mentioned.

He looked down at the boy with pity. “You are safe here.” He took one of the cloths and dampened it, dabbing it on the boy’s face and neck to clean off the remaining blood. “Please, rest.”

~~~~~

Brody laughed and took another swig. For a short moment he gazed at the bottle he held. Then, glancing up at Lucy, his expression turned serious.

“You’re beginning to worry me. Your behavior has… worsened.”

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Hakksu smiled at what Calix said. “Yes, we will be,” he replied. He ran his hand through his lover’s hair, messing with those curls of his. He loved this boy more than anything.

Before Calix could even utter the first syllable in the phrase ”I love you”,  a loud, hard, thump hit against the door of the house, causing Calix to instinctively jump up from his position and run to look at the window. From where he was, he was hidden, but he could see everything clearly…even hear, the yelling was so loud.

 There was a boy. 15 or maybe 16. He was slumped against the door of the house, his nose was obviously broken, his lip was bleeding, and there were bruises on his face and arms…he was holding his chest like maybe a rib cage was broken. Calix flinched at the sight of him. And, as if on cue, a combat boot clad foot swung into view, kicking him straight in the stomach. And before Calix could even blink, two fists, bloody from all the punching they had obviously been doing before getting to Calix’s door, cam forward and repeatedly punched him. 

He wanted to go out there…tell whoever it was to stop…but if they hurt him too…and what if they saw Hakksu? And found out someone was living in a house that should be empty? But then he heard a voice…a pained, angry, voice. It was gurgled from what sounded like held back tears:

“YOU EVER TALK BAD ABOUT WOLF AGAIN, LARSON, AND I’LL DO MORE THAN BREAK YOUR NOSE!”

Lucy…as Calix recognized her voice, she stepped in to view. There were a few scratches on her face, and her knuckles were torn up, but other than that she was unharmed…she kicked the boy, Larson, again, causing him to scream and cry in pain. 

“Next will be you’re fucking penis. Then next your head. And if somehow, you manage to stay alive because you do so love to cheat-” Lucy knelt in front of him, causing Calix to flinch back…she was scary. Clearly angry, and upset…she was almost insane. And she was smiling. Something flashed forward, what Calix thought was an arm, and in an instant Lucy was holding a small black butterfly knife up against Larson’s throat.

“Then I’ll use the knife you decided to use in a WEAPONS FREE ARENA on you.” An empty threat, Calix guessed…hoped…but then she grabbed the boy’s wrist, rolled up his shirt sleeve, took the knife, and carved, in perfect detail, and even in cursive.

“Lucy Harris” 

She got up, threw the knife down at his feet, kicked him one last time for good measure, and walked off, leaving the boy moaning and groaning in front of Calix’s house. But then she walked back, not into view, but Calix could barely hear her.

“I am not his whore. He is not a drunk. He is not a coward. And if you ever fucking say so again, I’ll carve more than my name into you’re decapitated head.” and then she walked off for good.

Hakksu lay on his back, supporting his weight with his elbows. What had he just witnessed? That boy outside was injured… badly. And Lucy caused it. He wanted to help the young  human, but common sense told him not to. What if he was discovered?

The prince sat up and looked at Calix with concern outlaying his expression. He knew Lucy was a determined fighter, but how could she do such a thing? What if that boy, Larson she had called him, bled to death? Hakksu could hear the human gasping and choking on blood, moaning in pain occasionally.

“We cannot leave him outside…” He spoke in a quieted tone, his accent becoming heavier than before. He didn’t want Larson to hear him speaking.

The decision was up to Calix to make, whether to help the kid or not. But if they did, Hakksu would have to be the one to carry Larson inside. Hiding was not an option.

“I…” Calix choked on his own words, watching out the window at the boy…he was in such miserable pain, but…maybe Lucy had a reason. Had he really called her Wolf’s whore? But…no one deserved that cruelty…and his arm was bleeding horribly from where she had carved her name…

“I…Yeah…let’s let him in…” he finally decided. But he didn’t go for the door. Instead he leaned flat against the window, looking for any sign of Lucy…there was none.

~*~*~*~*~

The streets were empty, some weird fair going on downtown, and Lucy walked in the middle of the street, hands and face covered in Larson’s blood. She acted as if nothing had changed…but her eyes were blood-shot and her hand trembling. She’d done bad things…but never had she ever carved her name into someone’s hand…and her problem wasn’t that the boy would die, but that now there was evidence…

Lucy shivered, wrapping her jacket tighter around her, but she knew it wasn’t the cold…it was the fear…she saw something. A black Camaro. “oh…oh thank god.” she breathed, breaking into a sprint towards the old 80s car…She tripped on her own feet a couple times, but eventually she reached the car, her hands slamming onto the window in a panic. She was so scared…she was so so scared. What she had done…she should feel remorse…but she didn’t. What was wrong with her?

Hakksu quickly stood and headed for the door. Before he turned the handle, he took a deep breath and prepared himself for the worst. He glanced quickly at Calix then jerked the door open, immediately reaching out to grab the boy.

~~~~~

Brody concealed the flask he had just been drinking out of from Lucy, who he had seen coming towards the car. She rushed to the door, and he reached over to unlock it. Luckily, Brody hadn’t consumed too much of the whiskey for the alcohol to be noticeable on his breath.

“Damn… Lucy… You look like-“ A thought interrupted his sentence. “What did you do?”

Calix stood to the side, watching the boy be dragged in. He seemed to drunk with pain to realize something about Hakksu was different and irregular…Calix realized that he was trying to choke out a thank you, but that only resulted in more blood falling out of his mouth and onto the carpet.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Lucy ripped open the door, jumping into the passenger seat. She sat on top of her hands, curling her feet up to the see and laying her chin on her knees, staring at the dashboard of the car…She wanted to turn and hug Brody. Just…cry…but she was way too strong for that. Her ego wouldn’t stand for it.

“I…Larson again…Wolf…I really fucked up…” she stated in a near whisper. “He…He called you a drunk. And a coward…neither are true, and I know it. The guy’s a dirty ass hole. He deserved every last thing I did to him.” she growled. She left out the part about being called his whore…that one had hurt her the most, but she didn’t Wolf thinking people called her that.

Hakksu laid Larson’s head down gently on top of a small pillow he had taken from the couch. Among all of the boy’s injuries, the one needing the most attention was his arm. The bleeding had gotten out of control, and they needed to stop it somehow. Towels. He required towels. And some thin cloth.

He turned and sprinted up the stairway, remembering the towels in the bathroom. He grabbed two or three of them and hurried into one of the bedrooms. Hakksu hastily pulled off the bed sheet and carried everything downstairs.

Calix, can you help?” he asked, handing the towels to him. Hakksu tore the sheet into small slivers of cloth and set them on the floor, taking one of them and tying it as tight as he could around the human’s arm in attempt to stall the excessive amount of blood overflowing from the wound.

~~~~~

Wolf cleared his throat and shifted his position in the seat.  “Lucy… I thought we talked about this. Self-control, remember?” He nearly had to spit that word out. Self-control. Brody knew he had no right to be telling Lucy to control herself, when he still struggled with the same dilemma. Control. His mind shifted to the flask in his jacket pocket.

Calix nodded awkwardly, his eyes averting the catastrophe in front of him. “I…yeah. What d’ya need me to do?”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“Self control my ass!” she shouted suddenly, flinging her feet forward and angrily kicking the dashboard. She was pissed. 

“He deserved it! Self control is pointless. I’m not…I’m not normal and we all know it! I’m a freaking psycho! If you hadn’t come along, everyone here would be dead!” Lucy hung her head, making sure her hair obstructed Wolf’s view of her face…because she could feel a hot tear making it’s way down her cheek.

Hakksu took one of the towels from Calix and began mopping up the seemingly limitless carmine fluid secreting from the boy’s gash. Beyond this, Hakksu had absolutely no expertise in the medical area, let alone for a human. He desperately searched his mind for what to do next.

On Kunjic, whenever he was injured, the Helnu healers would give him something for his pain and spread this sweet-smelling substance over his wound to prevent any infection. Then they would wrap it up with some clingy fabric, like the kind Alyssa used at the hospital. Maybe Calix would know what he needed.

Do you remember what you gave me for my leg? The medicine for pain?” Hakksu hoped Calix knew what he was talking about.

~~~~~

Brody knew talking about matters such as these would not get through to Lucy, she was much more of a “fight it out” kind of person. Brody revved up the engine and drove down the street, heading for his apartment. Maybe she would calm down after getting something to drink.

After ten or so minutes, Wolf parked in front of an average complex and exited the car, expecting Lucy to follow suit. He climbed up the stairs until he was standing in front of apartment 4c. Brody reached into his jeans pocket and searched through his ring of keys for the one that he needed to get inside.

Once he opened the door, he quietly entered his home and tossed his keys onto a glass dish he kept on the counter. He then went to the fridge to pull out a beer and a club soda, setting the latter down on the counter top and opening the beer for himself.

Calix nodded. Gauze and pain killers…but where did this family keep them in the house? Calix dashed to the kitchen, pilfering through cabinets at top speed, throwing things to the side and slamming cuppoards shut until he found the medicine cabinet…he began reading the pill bottles and throwing them aside if they weren’t what he wanted.

Soon, he emerged, out of breath, with a wrap of gauze, pain killers, and a glass of water.

“I can’t believe she did this…” Calix stated with awe as he handed Hakksu the items.

~*~*~*~

Lucy stared down at the club soda with a frown. Wolf knew she drank…but he refused to let her do it in his prescence. It annoyed her. Finally, Lucy took the glass and drank it, making a face…she hated club soda. Of course, it was the best choice for her and her…career choice. It was the most healthy choice, though not the tastiest.

“So…found any ladies that suit your fancy lately?” she asked, trying to forget about what had happened only a while ago…

Hakksu lifted Larson’s head up and touched a pill to his lips. “Swallow,” he said, having the water nearby. As he began to wrap the wound, he sighed softly and shook his head. “Her face… It was cold. She… Was not only angry. She had attacked without any hesitation. Without regret. She wanted to kill him. She held death in her eyes.

This seemed to really bother Hakksu. He wondered if that was what his face had looked like when he slaughtered those women in the park. It chilled him down to the bone.

~~~~~

Brody smiled, letting out a small chuckle. “Women? Believe me when I tell you no one is interested. I can’t ever seem to hold on to a good relationship.” He swallowed some of his beer and sat down on one of the bar stools.

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Hakksu smiled at what Calix said. “Yes, we will be,” he replied. He ran his hand through his lover’s hair, messing with those curls of his. He loved this boy more than anything.

Before Calix could even utter the first syllable in the phrase ”I love you”,  a loud, hard, thump hit against the door of the house, causing Calix to instinctively jump up from his position and run to look at the window. From where he was, he was hidden, but he could see everything clearly…even hear, the yelling was so loud.

 There was a boy. 15 or maybe 16. He was slumped against the door of the house, his nose was obviously broken, his lip was bleeding, and there were bruises on his face and arms…he was holding his chest like maybe a rib cage was broken. Calix flinched at the sight of him. And, as if on cue, a combat boot clad foot swung into view, kicking him straight in the stomach. And before Calix could even blink, two fists, bloody from all the punching they had obviously been doing before getting to Calix’s door, cam forward and repeatedly punched him. 

He wanted to go out there…tell whoever it was to stop…but if they hurt him too…and what if they saw Hakksu? And found out someone was living in a house that should be empty? But then he heard a voice…a pained, angry, voice. It was gurgled from what sounded like held back tears:

“YOU EVER TALK BAD ABOUT WOLF AGAIN, LARSON, AND I’LL DO MORE THAN BREAK YOUR NOSE!”

Lucy…as Calix recognized her voice, she stepped in to view. There were a few scratches on her face, and her knuckles were torn up, but other than that she was unharmed…she kicked the boy, Larson, again, causing him to scream and cry in pain. 

“Next will be you’re fucking penis. Then next your head. And if somehow, you manage to stay alive because you do so love to cheat-” Lucy knelt in front of him, causing Calix to flinch back…she was scary. Clearly angry, and upset…she was almost insane. And she was smiling. Something flashed forward, what Calix thought was an arm, and in an instant Lucy was holding a small black butterfly knife up against Larson’s throat.

“Then I’ll use the knife you decided to use in a WEAPONS FREE ARENA on you.” An empty threat, Calix guessed…hoped…but then she grabbed the boy’s wrist, rolled up his shirt sleeve, took the knife, and carved, in perfect detail, and even in cursive.

“Lucy Harris” 

She got up, threw the knife down at his feet, kicked him one last time for good measure, and walked off, leaving the boy moaning and groaning in front of Calix’s house. But then she walked back, not into view, but Calix could barely hear her.

“I am not his whore. He is not a drunk. He is not a coward. And if you ever fucking say so again, I’ll carve more than my name into you’re decapitated head.” and then she walked off for good.

Hakksu lay on his back, supporting his weight with his elbows. What had he just witnessed? That boy outside was injured… badly. And Lucy caused it. He wanted to help the young  human, but common sense told him not to. What if he was discovered?

The prince sat up and looked at Calix with concern outlaying his expression. He knew Lucy was a determined fighter, but how could she do such a thing? What if that boy, Larson she had called him, bled to death? Hakksu could hear the human gasping and choking on blood, moaning in pain occasionally.

“We cannot leave him outside…” He spoke in a quieted tone, his accent becoming heavier than before. He didn’t want Larson to hear him speaking.

The decision was up to Calix to make, whether to help the kid or not. But if they did, Hakksu would have to be the one to carry Larson inside. Hiding was not an option.

“I…” Calix choked on his own words, watching out the window at the boy…he was in such miserable pain, but…maybe Lucy had a reason. Had he really called her Wolf’s whore? But…no one deserved that cruelty…and his arm was bleeding horribly from where she had carved her name…

“I…Yeah…let’s let him in…” he finally decided. But he didn’t go for the door. Instead he leaned flat against the window, looking for any sign of Lucy…there was none.

~*~*~*~*~

The streets were empty, some weird fair going on downtown, and Lucy walked in the middle of the street, hands and face covered in Larson’s blood. She acted as if nothing had changed…but her eyes were blood-shot and her hand trembling. She’d done bad things…but never had she ever carved her name into someone’s hand…and her problem wasn’t that the boy would die, but that now there was evidence…

Lucy shivered, wrapping her jacket tighter around her, but she knew it wasn’t the cold…it was the fear…she saw something. A black Camaro. “oh…oh thank god.” she breathed, breaking into a sprint towards the old 80s car…She tripped on her own feet a couple times, but eventually she reached the car, her hands slamming onto the window in a panic. She was so scared…she was so so scared. What she had done…she should feel remorse…but she didn’t. What was wrong with her?

Hakksu quickly stood and headed for the door. Before he turned the handle, he took a deep breath and prepared himself for the worst. He glanced quickly at Calix then jerked the door open, immediately reaching out to grab the boy.

~~~~~

Brody concealed the flask he had just been drinking out of from Lucy, who he had seen coming towards the car. She rushed to the door, and he reached over to unlock it. Luckily, Brody hadn’t consumed too much of the whiskey for the alcohol to be noticeable on his breath.

“Damn… Lucy… You look like-“ A thought interrupted his sentence. “What did you do?”

Calix stood to the side, watching the boy be dragged in. He seemed to drunk with pain to realize something about Hakksu was different and irregular…Calix realized that he was trying to choke out a thank you, but that only resulted in more blood falling out of his mouth and onto the carpet.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Lucy ripped open the door, jumping into the passenger seat. She sat on top of her hands, curling her feet up to the see and laying her chin on her knees, staring at the dashboard of the car…She wanted to turn and hug Brody. Just…cry…but she was way too strong for that. Her ego wouldn’t stand for it.

“I…Larson again…Wolf…I really fucked up…” she stated in a near whisper. “He…He called you a drunk. And a coward…neither are true, and I know it. The guy’s a dirty ass hole. He deserved every last thing I did to him.” she growled. She left out the part about being called his whore…that one had hurt her the most, but she didn’t Wolf thinking people called her that.

Hakksu laid Larson’s head down gently on top of a small pillow he had taken from the couch. Among all of the boy’s injuries, the one needing the most attention was his arm. The bleeding had gotten out of control, and they needed to stop it somehow. Towels. He required towels. And some thin cloth.

He turned and sprinted up the stairway, remembering the towels in the bathroom. He grabbed two or three of them and hurried into one of the bedrooms. Hakksu hastily pulled off the bed sheet and carried everything downstairs.

Calix, can you help?” he asked, handing the towels to him. Hakksu tore the sheet into small slivers of cloth and set them on the floor, taking one of them and tying it as tight as he could around the human’s arm in attempt to stall the excessive amount of blood overflowing from the wound.

~~~~~

Wolf cleared his throat and shifted his position in the seat.  “Lucy… I thought we talked about this. Self-control, remember?” He nearly had to spit that word out. Self-control. Brody knew he had no right to be telling Lucy to control herself, when he still struggled with the same dilemma. Control. His mind shifted to the flask in his jacket pocket.

Calix nodded awkwardly, his eyes averting the catastrophe in front of him. “I…yeah. What d’ya need me to do?”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“Self control my ass!” she shouted suddenly, flinging her feet forward and angrily kicking the dashboard. She was pissed. 

“He deserved it! Self control is pointless. I’m not…I’m not normal and we all know it! I’m a freaking psycho! If you hadn’t come along, everyone here would be dead!” Lucy hung her head, making sure her hair obstructed Wolf’s view of her face…because she could feel a hot tear making it’s way down her cheek.

Hakksu took one of the towels from Calix and began mopping up the seemingly limitless carmine fluid secreting from the boy’s gash. Beyond this, Hakksu had absolutely no expertise in the medical area, let alone for a human. He desperately searched his mind for what to do next.

On Kunjic, whenever he was injured, the Helnu healers would give him something for his pain and spread this sweet-smelling substance over his wound to prevent any infection. Then they would wrap it up with some clingy fabric, like the kind Alyssa used at the hospital. Maybe Calix would know what he needed.

Do you remember what you gave me for my leg? The medicine for pain?” Hakksu hoped Calix knew what he was talking about.

~~~~~

Brody knew talking about matters such as these would not get through to Lucy, she was much more of a “fight it out” kind of person. Brody revved up the engine and drove down the street, heading for his apartment. Maybe she would calm down after getting something to drink.

After ten or so minutes, Wolf parked in front of an average complex and exited the car, expecting Lucy to follow suit. He climbed up the stairs until he was standing in front of apartment 4c. Brody reached into his jeans pocket and searched through his ring of keys for the one that he needed to get inside.

Once he opened the door, he quietly entered his home and tossed his keys onto a glass dish he kept on the counter. He then went to the fridge to pull out a beer and a club soda, setting the latter down on the counter top and opening the beer for himself.

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Hakksu smiled at what Calix said. “Yes, we will be,” he replied. He ran his hand through his lover’s hair, messing with those curls of his. He loved this boy more than anything.

Before Calix could even utter the first syllable in the phrase ”I love you”,  a loud, hard, thump hit against the door of the house, causing Calix to instinctively jump up from his position and run to look at the window. From where he was, he was hidden, but he could see everything clearly…even hear, the yelling was so loud.

 There was a boy. 15 or maybe 16. He was slumped against the door of the house, his nose was obviously broken, his lip was bleeding, and there were bruises on his face and arms…he was holding his chest like maybe a rib cage was broken. Calix flinched at the sight of him. And, as if on cue, a combat boot clad foot swung into view, kicking him straight in the stomach. And before Calix could even blink, two fists, bloody from all the punching they had obviously been doing before getting to Calix’s door, cam forward and repeatedly punched him. 

He wanted to go out there…tell whoever it was to stop…but if they hurt him too…and what if they saw Hakksu? And found out someone was living in a house that should be empty? But then he heard a voice…a pained, angry, voice. It was gurgled from what sounded like held back tears:

“YOU EVER TALK BAD ABOUT WOLF AGAIN, LARSON, AND I’LL DO MORE THAN BREAK YOUR NOSE!”

Lucy…as Calix recognized her voice, she stepped in to view. There were a few scratches on her face, and her knuckles were torn up, but other than that she was unharmed…she kicked the boy, Larson, again, causing him to scream and cry in pain. 

“Next will be you’re fucking penis. Then next your head. And if somehow, you manage to stay alive because you do so love to cheat-” Lucy knelt in front of him, causing Calix to flinch back…she was scary. Clearly angry, and upset…she was almost insane. And she was smiling. Something flashed forward, what Calix thought was an arm, and in an instant Lucy was holding a small black butterfly knife up against Larson’s throat.

“Then I’ll use the knife you decided to use in a WEAPONS FREE ARENA on you.” An empty threat, Calix guessed…hoped…but then she grabbed the boy’s wrist, rolled up his shirt sleeve, took the knife, and carved, in perfect detail, and even in cursive.

“Lucy Harris” 

She got up, threw the knife down at his feet, kicked him one last time for good measure, and walked off, leaving the boy moaning and groaning in front of Calix’s house. But then she walked back, not into view, but Calix could barely hear her.

“I am not his whore. He is not a drunk. He is not a coward. And if you ever fucking say so again, I’ll carve more than my name into you’re decapitated head.” and then she walked off for good.

Hakksu lay on his back, supporting his weight with his elbows. What had he just witnessed? That boy outside was injured… badly. And Lucy caused it. He wanted to help the young  human, but common sense told him not to. What if he was discovered?

The prince sat up and looked at Calix with concern outlaying his expression. He knew Lucy was a determined fighter, but how could she do such a thing? What if that boy, Larson she had called him, bled to death? Hakksu could hear the human gasping and choking on blood, moaning in pain occasionally.

“We cannot leave him outside…” He spoke in a quieted tone, his accent becoming heavier than before. He didn’t want Larson to hear him speaking.

The decision was up to Calix to make, whether to help the kid or not. But if they did, Hakksu would have to be the one to carry Larson inside. Hiding was not an option.

“I…” Calix choked on his own words, watching out the window at the boy…he was in such miserable pain, but…maybe Lucy had a reason. Had he really called her Wolf’s whore? But…no one deserved that cruelty…and his arm was bleeding horribly from where she had carved her name…

“I…Yeah…let’s let him in…” he finally decided. But he didn’t go for the door. Instead he leaned flat against the window, looking for any sign of Lucy…there was none.

~*~*~*~*~

The streets were empty, some weird fair going on downtown, and Lucy walked in the middle of the street, hands and face covered in Larson’s blood. She acted as if nothing had changed…but her eyes were blood-shot and her hand trembling. She’d done bad things…but never had she ever carved her name into someone’s hand…and her problem wasn’t that the boy would die, but that now there was evidence…

Lucy shivered, wrapping her jacket tighter around her, but she knew it wasn’t the cold…it was the fear…she saw something. A black Camaro. “oh…oh thank god.” she breathed, breaking into a sprint towards the old 80s car…She tripped on her own feet a couple times, but eventually she reached the car, her hands slamming onto the window in a panic. She was so scared…she was so so scared. What she had done…she should feel remorse…but she didn’t. What was wrong with her?

Hakksu quickly stood and headed for the door. Before he turned the handle, he took a deep breath and prepared himself for the worst. He glanced quickly at Calix then jerked the door open, immediately reaching out to grab the boy.

~~~~~

Brody concealed the flask he had just been drinking out of from Lucy, who he had seen coming towards the car. She rushed to the door, and he reached over to unlock it. Luckily, Brody hadn’t consumed too much of the whiskey for the alcohol to be noticeable on his breath.

“Damn… Lucy… You look like-“ A thought interrupted his sentence. “What did you do?”

Calix stood to the side, watching the boy be dragged in. He seemed to drunk with pain to realize something about Hakksu was different and irregular…Calix realized that he was trying to choke out a thank you, but that only resulted in more blood falling out of his mouth and onto the carpet.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Lucy ripped open the door, jumping into the passenger seat. She sat on top of her hands, curling her feet up to the see and laying her chin on her knees, staring at the dashboard of the car…She wanted to turn and hug Brody. Just…cry…but she was way too strong for that. Her ego wouldn’t stand for it.

“I…Larson again…Wolf…I really fucked up…” she stated in a near whisper. “He…He called you a drunk. And a coward…neither are true, and I know it. The guy’s a dirty ass hole. He deserved every last thing I did to him.” she growled. She left out the part about being called his whore…that one had hurt her the most, but she didn’t Wolf thinking people called her that.

Hakksu laid Larson’s head down gently on top of a small pillow he had taken from the couch. Among all of the boy’s injuries, the one needing the most attention was his arm. The bleeding had gotten out of control, and they needed to stop it somehow. Towels. He required towels. And some thin cloth.

He turned and sprinted up the stairway, remembering the towels in the bathroom. He grabbed two or three of them and hurried into one of the bedrooms. Hakksu hastily pulled off the bed sheet and carried everything downstairs.

Calix, can you help?” he asked, handing the towels to him. Hakksu tore the sheet into small slivers of cloth and set them on the floor, taking one of them and tying it as tight as he could around the human’s arm in attempt to stall the excessive amount of blood overflowing from the wound.

~~~~~

Wolf cleared his throat and shifted his position in the seat.  “Lucy… I thought we talked about this. Self-control, remember?” He nearly had to spit that word out. Self-control. Brody knew he had no right to be telling Lucy to control herself, when he still struggled with the same dilemma. Control. His mind shifted to the flask in his jacket pocket.

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Hakksu smiled at what Calix said. “Yes, we will be,” he replied. He ran his hand through his lover’s hair, messing with those curls of his. He loved this boy more than anything.

Before Calix could even utter the first syllable in the phrase ”I love you”,  a loud, hard, thump hit against the door of the house, causing Calix to instinctively jump up from his position and run to look at the window. From where he was, he was hidden, but he could see everything clearly…even hear, the yelling was so loud.

 There was a boy. 15 or maybe 16. He was slumped against the door of the house, his nose was obviously broken, his lip was bleeding, and there were bruises on his face and arms…he was holding his chest like maybe a rib cage was broken. Calix flinched at the sight of him. And, as if on cue, a combat boot clad foot swung into view, kicking him straight in the stomach. And before Calix could even blink, two fists, bloody from all the punching they had obviously been doing before getting to Calix’s door, cam forward and repeatedly punched him. 

He wanted to go out there…tell whoever it was to stop…but if they hurt him too…and what if they saw Hakksu? And found out someone was living in a house that should be empty? But then he heard a voice…a pained, angry, voice. It was gurgled from what sounded like held back tears:

“YOU EVER TALK BAD ABOUT WOLF AGAIN, LARSON, AND I’LL DO MORE THAN BREAK YOUR NOSE!”

Lucy…as Calix recognized her voice, she stepped in to view. There were a few scratches on her face, and her knuckles were torn up, but other than that she was unharmed…she kicked the boy, Larson, again, causing him to scream and cry in pain. 

“Next will be you’re fucking penis. Then next your head. And if somehow, you manage to stay alive because you do so love to cheat-” Lucy knelt in front of him, causing Calix to flinch back…she was scary. Clearly angry, and upset…she was almost insane. And she was smiling. Something flashed forward, what Calix thought was an arm, and in an instant Lucy was holding a small black butterfly knife up against Larson’s throat.

“Then I’ll use the knife you decided to use in a WEAPONS FREE ARENA on you.” An empty threat, Calix guessed…hoped…but then she grabbed the boy’s wrist, rolled up his shirt sleeve, took the knife, and carved, in perfect detail, and even in cursive.

“Lucy Harris” 

She got up, threw the knife down at his feet, kicked him one last time for good measure, and walked off, leaving the boy moaning and groaning in front of Calix’s house. But then she walked back, not into view, but Calix could barely hear her.

“I am not his whore. He is not a drunk. He is not a coward. And if you ever fucking say so again, I’ll carve more than my name into you’re decapitated head.” and then she walked off for good.

Hakksu lay on his back, supporting his weight with his elbows. What had he just witnessed? That boy outside was injured… badly. And Lucy caused it. He wanted to help the young  human, but common sense told him not to. What if he was discovered?

The prince sat up and looked at Calix with concern outlaying his expression. He knew Lucy was a determined fighter, but how could she do such a thing? What if that boy, Larson she had called him, bled to death? Hakksu could hear the human gasping and choking on blood, moaning in pain occasionally.

“We cannot leave him outside…” He spoke in a quieted tone, his accent becoming heavier than before. He didn’t want Larson to hear him speaking.

The decision was up to Calix to make, whether to help the kid or not. But if they did, Hakksu would have to be the one to carry Larson inside. Hiding was not an option.

“I…” Calix choked on his own words, watching out the window at the boy…he was in such miserable pain, but…maybe Lucy had a reason. Had he really called her Wolf’s whore? But…no one deserved that cruelty…and his arm was bleeding horribly from where she had carved her name…

“I…Yeah…let’s let him in…” he finally decided. But he didn’t go for the door. Instead he leaned flat against the window, looking for any sign of Lucy…there was none.

~*~*~*~*~

The streets were empty, some weird fair going on downtown, and Lucy walked in the middle of the street, hands and face covered in Larson’s blood. She acted as if nothing had changed…but her eyes were blood-shot and her hand trembling. She’d done bad things…but never had she ever carved her name into someone’s hand…and her problem wasn’t that the boy would die, but that now there was evidence…

Lucy shivered, wrapping her jacket tighter around her, but she knew it wasn’t the cold…it was the fear…she saw something. A black Camaro. “oh…oh thank god.” she breathed, breaking into a sprint towards the old 80s car…She tripped on her own feet a couple times, but eventually she reached the car, her hands slamming onto the window in a panic. She was so scared…she was so so scared. What she had done…she should feel remorse…but she didn’t. What was wrong with her?

Hakksu quickly stood and headed for the door. Before he turned the handle, he took a deep breath and prepared himself for the worst. He glanced quickly at Calix then jerked the door open, immediately reaching out to grab the boy.

~~~~~

Brody concealed the flask he had just been drinking out of from Lucy, who he had seen coming towards the car. She rushed to the door, and he reached over to unlock it. Luckily, Brody hadn’t consumed too much of the whiskey for the alcohol to be noticeable on his breath.

“Damn… Lucy… You look like-“ A thought interrupted his sentence. “What did you do?”

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Hakksu smiled at what Calix said. “Yes, we will be,” he replied. He ran his hand through his lover’s hair, messing with those curls of his. He loved this boy more than anything.

Before Calix could even utter the first syllable in the phrase ”I love you”,  a loud, hard, thump hit against the door of the house, causing Calix to instinctively jump up from his position and run to look at the window. From where he was, he was hidden, but he could see everything clearly…even hear, the yelling was so loud.

 There was a boy. 15 or maybe 16. He was slumped against the door of the house, his nose was obviously broken, his lip was bleeding, and there were bruises on his face and arms…he was holding his chest like maybe a rib cage was broken. Calix flinched at the sight of him. And, as if on cue, a combat boot clad foot swung into view, kicking him straight in the stomach. And before Calix could even blink, two fists, bloody from all the punching they had obviously been doing before getting to Calix’s door, cam forward and repeatedly punched him. 

He wanted to go out there…tell whoever it was to stop…but if they hurt him too…and what if they saw Hakksu? And found out someone was living in a house that should be empty? But then he heard a voice…a pained, angry, voice. It was gurgled from what sounded like held back tears:

“YOU EVER TALK BAD ABOUT WOLF AGAIN, LARSON, AND I’LL DO MORE THAN BREAK YOUR NOSE!”

Lucy…as Calix recognized her voice, she stepped in to view. There were a few scratches on her face, and her knuckles were torn up, but other than that she was unharmed…she kicked the boy, Larson, again, causing him to scream and cry in pain. 

“Next will be you’re fucking penis. Then next your head. And if somehow, you manage to stay alive because you do so love to cheat-” Lucy knelt in front of him, causing Calix to flinch back…she was scary. Clearly angry, and upset…she was almost insane. And she was smiling. Something flashed forward, what Calix thought was an arm, and in an instant Lucy was holding a small black butterfly knife up against Larson’s throat.

“Then I’ll use the knife you decided to use in a WEAPONS FREE ARENA on you.” An empty threat, Calix guessed…hoped…but then she grabbed the boy’s wrist, rolled up his shirt sleeve, took the knife, and carved, in perfect detail, and even in cursive.

“Lucy Harris” 

She got up, threw the knife down at his feet, kicked him one last time for good measure, and walked off, leaving the boy moaning and groaning in front of Calix’s house. But then she walked back, not into view, but Calix could barely hear her.

“I am not his whore. He is not a drunk. He is not a coward. And if you ever fucking say so again, I’ll carve more than my name into you’re decapitated head.” and then she walked off for good.

Hakksu lay on his back, supporting his weight with his elbows. What had he just witnessed? That boy outside was injured… badly. And Lucy caused it. He wanted to help the young  human, but common sense told him not to. What if he was discovered?

The prince sat up and looked at Calix with concern outlaying his expression. He knew Lucy was a determined fighter, but how could she do such a thing? What if that boy, Larson she had called him, bled to death? Hakksu could hear the human gasping and choking on blood, moaning in pain occasionally.

“We cannot leave him outside…” He spoke in a quieted tone, his accent becoming heavier than before. He didn’t want Larson to hear him speaking.

The decision was up to Calix to make, whether to help the kid or not. But if they did, Hakksu would have to be the one to carry Larson inside. Hiding was not an option.

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