((OOC: I meant to answer those questions a long time ago but never really did it in the end, so well, I’m bored, so I will throw this in here now.
It was pretty much my attempt of a short fanfiction, I’m not the best writer but I do my best every time I write stuff in english =3
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Normally I wouldn’t be in the mood to tell stories, but fine if you anons really want one.
6 years ago, I was 16 by back then, I decided it was time for me to move on, so I ran away from home.
I couldn’t stand my way-too-small hometown at all, it sucked, this is why I went on a 3 days trip to the next big city.
When I finally reached Holmsbehn I realised how dirty and disgusting this place was… Nothing like I imagined it, to be honest, but I didn’t want to stay for long there anyway.
The search for a place to stay was a disaster, I spent the whole day looking for something tolerable.
It was already late in the afternoon when I reached a street with a bunch of abandoned warehouses, they were all old and shitty, not fit to live in, all besides one smaller building between two big ones. It was still pretty shabby, but I thought it would be good enough ‘till I was able to find something better. So I went inside to have a better look at my new temporary home.
It had a big main room and a smaller one in the back. The main room even had some pieces of furniture, a torn up couch and some old wooden cupboards. Nothing interesting, so I went straight through to the smaller room. It kinda looked like someone would actually live here, there was a mattress, a table, a locker and a wardrobe, yet nobody was there, so I assumed that the place was deserted. I started to inspect the few things in the room, looking for something valuable but there was nothing else than trash and trinkets.
I just found an interesting looking box in one corner, when suddenly someone opened the door to the little room I was in. At first I thought a young woman had gotten lost and was now in my doorway, but with a closer look I realised that it was just a really feminine looking guy. He had wavy hair tied back in a loose ponytail and looked at me with an outraged expression, then all of a sudden he yelled at me.
“What the hell are you doing!?” The guy didn’t look much older than me, not even all that strong either, so there was no reason for me to loose my composure here. I was sure the guy would go away as soon as he realised that he was in the wrong place, so I replied as polity as possible. “I live here you idiot, I should be asking you the same thing.” The girly guy’s face changed slightly, he looked even more furious now.
He yelled back at me; “What? Fuck off, this is my home, get the fuck out!” By that I was sure that the guy REALLY was confused, how could this be HIS home, there were no curtains in the windows or a doormat or anything like that, it was clear that this place was abandoned. I carried the box to the near-by table and sat down; hoping that ignoring the weirdo would solve this little issue but I couldn’t keep it up for long. I started looking through the box and spoke calmly; I didn’t even bother to look up at him. “I was here first, you get out.”
The wavy-haired guy moved closer to the table flipped the whole thing in one movement then revealed a small butter-knife and pointed it at my face. Before I was able to respond he snarled at me “Get the fuck out or I’ll cut you ya fucking brat.” Needless to say that I wasn’t impressed by that little knife at all, actually I thought it was fucking hilarious, so I replied; “What? With that little butter knife? HA!” Then broke out in a loud laughter. AND THEN THAT FUCKING BASTARD CUT ME!
He left a long slash above my right eye. The pain was almost unbearable and it burned like hell, but I tried to stay still, didn’t want to give this psycho any kind of satisfaction. So I stated calm and collected. “Heh, didn’t hurt at all, pansy.”
He grabbed me without a warning and dragged me to the exit, I had to admit that he was stronger than he looked like, I wasn’t able to break free from his firm grip. When we reached the front door, he tossed me out of the warehouse hard enough that I stumbled and landed on the ground, he looked down at me, waving around with his laughable small knife and said “If you come back here kid, next time I’ll aim lower.”
With all the blood running down my face it wasn’t easy for me to see properly through my right eye and the pain was killing me, but I tried to play it off well. So I yelled back at him “Hey! You can’t just kick me out, I was there first! And I’m NOT a kid!” He simply replied; “Fuck off little boy.” He shut the door behind him and locked it straight away. It took me a moment to realise what this moron just did, he didn’t only call me a little child, which really pissed me off, but he also took away the only place I could have stayed for the night.
Rage filled all my thoughts and I started to hammer against the heavy sliding door. Trying to provoke this cunt to come out again, I would have been able to beat that guy in a fair fight, but he just ignored my swearing and shouting. I gave up after a few long wasted minutes.
I left the street and the warehouses behind me and wandered into the next allay, leant against the damp wall and let myself fall on the ground. I’d lost more blood than it was good for me and I felt horribly shaky on my feet. All I knew in that moment was, that I have to stop the bleeding somehow, so I went through the small amount of stuff I brought along with me, ripped up my spare T-shirt and used it as a makeshift bandage.
I felt asleep in this dark, shabby alleyway and didn’t wake up until late in the morning. I was hungry, thirsty and my head ached even more than the night before, first it was a dull pain than it got sharper to a point where I thought it would split my head in two. The blood around my right eye was now dry and I wasn’t able to open this eye any more, I knew that I have to find a place to wash the blood and dirt away. I could remember a river nearby, so I decided that it will be the best to go there first, before I could go one and search for a new place to stay.
I found the river easily, it was nearer than I expected, but it also was in the same area than the old warehouses.
The memories from the night before hit me, I was still pretty upset, on the other hand, I could barely walk straight, so I decided that it would be better to avoid that one particular building. I decided to just go down to the river and leave the area as fast as possible.
I cleaned up my face and eye, but left the bandage at its place, I was too afraid that the cut might start to bleed again, I knew that losing more blood could get dangerous for me.
I was done with that rather quick and I left the place right after, started to stroll through the city again.
I hated this place more and more, everything in this city was unpleasant, I couldn’t understand why there are still so many people living here.
I spent my last money on a good breakfast than I started walking around aimlessly once more. Afternoon came and went by and soon the sun started to set again, it looked like I had to sleep in a dark, cold alley again…And the next day would even get worse, I had nothing, no money, no home, no one to rely on, I’d never felt so lost before.
I got angrier with every step I made towards the unknown, and when I thought I couldn’t hold it any longer I noticed some guys in a small alley. I stopped, looking at the scenario with a slight interest. I wasn’t able to see much in the dark of the alley but apparently some guys were beating up another, weaker one. I knew that it wasn’t my business, but I was filled with so much hate and anger at that moment that I didn’t care any more, all I wanted was to beat someone, really hard and this situation seemed perfect to release some stress.
So I started to run, with the plan to just crash into the ongoing fight. But I had to change this plan as soon as I saw that one of the three muggers pulled out a gun, pointing it at their victim on the ground, who was held down by the two others. Well, instead of crashing blindly into the fight, I ran into the guy with the gun instead, taking him down. I kicked the gun away and beat the shit out of this bastard, it felt good to relief finally some stress after all these awful hours.
I stopped after a I heard a gunshot right next to me, then the victim grabbed me and tried to pull me away, I didn’t move at first, looking back at the pair of thugs on the ground, I assumed that the one got shot, he was holding his shoulder with a pained expression on his face. I wasn’t able to have a better look at the other creep because I felt a hard tug at my shirt and was forced to come along.
I didn’t want to leave the fun this early and I especially didn’t want to run away from it, but this coward didn’t let go of me.
We were running for several minutes until he slowed down and loosened his grip. I was then able to have better look at the victim. I recognised him; it was this frickin’ asshole from the night before, the one who threw me out of my home. If I’d known earlier HE was the one they were beating up on I never would’ve saved him.
I was still really mad at him, and I wanted nothing more than punch the hell out of him, but he was already in a horrible shape. He’d got beaten up pretty bad before I showed up and saved his ass, I was surprised that he still could stand, let alone walk. His breathing was fast and he had to lean against a wall so he wouldn’t collapse on the pavement.
After some moments of silence I asked him if he was okay, he nodded at me and added several seconds later; “Think I’m alright.”
I replied in an unconcerned tone “Hmph, good. Not like I was trying to save you or anything, I just wanted to vent some stress back then.” I’d rethought my current situation and came to the decision that it wasn’t that bad after all.
He owed me something for saving his life and I could take advantage of this.
At this point I tried to be a bit nicer, even if he owed me something, it wouldn’t hurt to be more careful about my words. He looked up at me and asked; “What’s your name kid?”
He still dared to call me kid… It was hard to remain calm, but I managed it quite well and replied “Don’t call me kid! … It’s Ben-…Bellamy. My name is Bellamy.”
“… Thanks Bellamy.” He responded while glancing at my bandage “Come back to mine, I’ll fix up your head and give you a place to stay if you need it.” This offer was all I hoped for, but I simply said “Yeah alright.” I didn’t want to sound too exited, like I wanted or needed the offer in any way at all but I knew if I played my cards right, I’d be able to get much more then just that out of this freak.
Back at the warehouse he offered me a seat and slowly removed my poorly self-made bandage, my worries from earlier were valid, the wound opened again and blood started to run down my face, though it wasn’t as much as it was the day before. I tried to put on a brave face, but I was starting to feel really sick. I flinched at the unexpected feeling of a cold, wet towel near the throbbing cut. The older youth started to carefully clean up my face from all the blood and dirt and left me again for a few moments.
He went to a nearby cupboard, I wasn’t able to see what he did there but he came back with a glass full of water, well that is what I thought it was back then. He gave it to me and said; “Here, I bet you’re thirsty, drink this, it’ll make you feel better.” I still thought it was just water in the glass, so I took a big mouthful of it without any worries.
I felt the burning in my throat and a disgusting taste on my tongue only seconds later, I started to cough and spat out last of liquid I had in my mouth.
I thought for a moment that the older teen tried to poison me, that I would pass out any second and never wake up again. I stopped coughing and waited, but nothing happened.
Before I could complain about this awful drink that bastard gave me, he commanded me to drink the rest as well. I tried to turn around to face him, but I realised I kinda felt shaky, even while sitting on the chair.
He was looking down at me with a vacant expression, one hand on his hip. I told him that the stuff tasted nasty, that I didn’t want to drink the rest but he didn’t listen at all, just grabbed the hand I was holding the glass with and lead it up to my mouth.
“Come on, drink up kid.” Was all he said. I asked him why I had to and he told me that it was medicine and that I need to drink it. I believed him and swallowed the rest of the foul liquid.
It still burned and I had to cough again, but I also noticed that my cut wasn’t hurting as much any more, instead of a sharp pain it was now only a dull throbbing.
The world around me started to spin even faster now, I never felt that weird before in my life. I grabbed the back of the chair and held on tight, trying to not fall down. Everything was getting blurry and I couldn’t think straight any more.
I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to figure out what exactly was going on here and what I should do next. The older teen was standing right in front of me when I opened my eyes again. He was just staring down at me, holding a bottle, filled with a clear liquid.
The label said “Denaka Vodka” that was the moment it finally clicked, this freak made me drunk with some cheap vodka. There wasn’t much I knew about alcohol at this point, it never was a big topic back in my small hometown so I never cared much about it. Well, at least this idiot wasn’t lying to me, I DID feel better, the pain was far more tolerable than before.
I still didn’t know why he did that and why he still carried this bottle with him, so telling him straight away what was on my mind sounded like a good plan to me, so I said as clear as possible “Whaddyou need the boddle for?” Apparently the alcohol in my system was messing with me gravely and I hated it.
The teen crouched down in front of me, so that our eyes were on the same level. Instead of the blank expression he had the whole time through, he now looked rather worried. He put the still opened bottle on the ground and grabbed my hands that were still resting on the back of the chair. He didn’t brake the eye contact for a single moment, watching me closely.
I didn’t get this guy, just a few hours ago he tried to kill me and now he actually looked like he cared about my well being…
Even his voice was softer when he started to talk again “Listen kiddo, you need to be brave now, understand?” I simply nodded, too afraid that the alcohol in my system would mess around with me again. “Good and now close your eyes for a moment.” He continued, putting my hands together and was holding them down with only one hand now. I did what I was told and closed my eyes and the next thing I can remember was this horrible pain where my cut was. I felt this razor-sharp, burning pain perfectly fine,not even the booze I drunk couldn’t help much here.
I opened my eyes immediately, wanted to see what was going on. Just seconds later I regretted it badly, this freak just poured the rest of the vodka all over my face, and now my eyes started to burn as well, I quickly closed them again, but it already was too late, the vodka was burning nasty in my eyes, tears started to run down my face, mixed with the blood from the cut.
I had enough of this, enough of this dumb game this freak was playing with me, I started to struggle away from his grip, wanted nothing more than get off the chair and leave this place and this cunt behind. I didn’t need his help or his sympathy, I wasn’t a weakling, I was sure that I could live by myself just fine.
Despite all my effort I just wasn’t able to break free from him, I felt awfully helpless in this moment, panic slowly rising, afraid of the next thing this freak is going to do to me. “Let the fuck go of me, asshole!” I yelled hysterical, still struggling without any results.
I had my eyes still closed so I was surprised when I suddenly felt the touch of his hand on my head, holding me down a bit and speaking with a soft but determined voice “Calm down, everything is fine. I was only disinfecting your cut to prevent an infection and now stop struggling.”
Slowly I tried to open my eyes again, but my vision was still too blurred, I couldn’t see a thing, not until the older teen wiped away the blood and booze with a wet towel. “See, wasn’t that bad at all, right?” He said calmly, smiling at me. I wanted to protest, wanted to tell him that it burned horribly, but instead I slowly gave him a nod. “Good, you’re a brave boy, Bellamy” he said, let out a small laugh, added “Now don’t touch it okay?” and let go of my hands. He stood up and ruffled one hand through my hair and vanished out of my sight again.
The sharp pain slowly ceased and the dull throbbing feeling took its place again.
I was confused, not sure what to think any more, just a few moments ago I wanted to run away and now I was fine by simply sitting here, waiting for the next thing to happen. Maybe this guy wasn’t a freak after all, his explanation sounded reasonable, maybe I misjudged him, maybe he really just wanted to help me.
Besides that, I still felt dizzy, I was sure that running away was impossible like this.
After some moments I heard the footsteps of the older teen behind me again, he tapped me on the shoulder and simply said “come with me.”
I made no move, just looked up at him, not sure if I would be able to stand and walk without stumbling. He gave me a strict look and added “What are you waiting for, get up already!” I mumbled a small “fine, fine.” and tried to get on my feet. It wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be, okay it was rather wobbly, but at least I didn’t fall over. The guy led me to the torn, old couch on the other side of the warehouse and seated me on the left side, I could see a little box on the other side with a red cross drawn on it. The older one sat down between me and the box and said calmly “You’re still feeling a bit shaky, don’t you, Why don’t you lay down while I fix up the rest of your head?” He was looking at me with concern, he was right, my head was still spinning and it wasn’t easy for me to stay calm. So I simply nodded and was about to rest my head on the armrest to my right side, but he stopped me and said it would be easier for him to do the work on my cut if I would rest my head on his lap. I didn’t object and did what I was told, just wanted to lay down already.
I couldn’t see what the other one was doing, but I assumed that he was opening the box, getting ready to fix up my wound. “I need you to be brave just for one more time, think you can do that?” He said after a short while. I had no clue what he was up to this time, but I knew that he won’t leave me a choice anyway., so I nodded, hoping this procedure will be over soon. “Alright, close your eyes and stay calm, no moving, understand?” He went on, I replied with a simple “mhm” and closed my eyes with a little hesitation. Laying there with eyes closed made me kinda drowsy after a time.
I was just about to fall into a nice and cosy sleep as a razor sharp pain shoot through my body, I tensed up an opened my eyes imminently, right in time to see a shiny needle in the other ones hand. I wanted to get up but this idiot was faster and hold me down firmly and loudly snapped at me “I said DON’T move!” I mumbled panicky “but but but” the older teen only said “No moving!” in a loud, cold voice, but added, way softer, after a short time “ Listen kid, your cut needs to be sewed, it won’t heal properly if I don’t do this. Now close your eyes again and stay calm, or the needle ends up in your eye in the end…just relax, it’ll be over soon”
I considered his words for a moment, what he said sounded plausible, I wasn’t a dumbass, I knew that deep cuts needed that kind of treatment, but still, I just couldn’t let go, there was no real reason to trust him…everything was pretty confusing and weird.
“Hey Bellamy, why don’t you tell some stuff about ya, hm?” Now this confused me even more, why would he want to know stuff about me? I looked up at him and hesitated some moments more but eventually started talking.
I told him random stuff about my past, silly little stories that were crossing my mind. With every minute I started to relax some more, I closed my eyes again, still talking, forgetting this guy and the needle completely.
After a while I felt a painful pulling at my forehead, with still closed eyes I asked concerned what this was, but all I got as an answer was “Nothing, keep talking.” So I continued telling the other one about me and my past, trying to not think about the pain.
I kept talking for another fair while until I was interrupted by the older one “okay, I’m don here.” he said self-satisfied. I wasn’t quite sure what he meant, so I asked “huh, with what?” “With your cut, I only need to patch it up now and you’ll be better soon.” he replied.
I sat up, a little bit wobbly but it worked and brought a hand up to where my cut was, but the older teen stopped me before I could reach it “it’s okay, leave it” He turned around to his supplies and grabbed some bandages and started to patch me up. “here you go, all fixed up” He said when he was done, slightly smiling at me. I looked at him for a moment, it seemed that he really juts wanted to help me. “Oi, what’s your name?” I asked after a few seconds. “Sarquiss” he answered without hesitation. “Thanks Sarquiss” I said with a big smile and laid down again, falling asleep just few moments later.
So, that’s the story behind my scar and also the story how I met
Sarquiss, hope you anons are happy now.