tonight the world dies. [fireh]

[haydensherwood]

Silence woke him. Not a dream, not his name being called, not a knock on the door or Jim easing him awake with soft kisses. He blinked the sleep from his eyes, slowly turning his head to look over at his fiancé. Jim was still asleep, his arm wrapped loosely around Hayden. Smiling sleepily, Hayden leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on the older male's face, whispering a quiet, "I love you," as he slowly sat up, careful not to wake the sleeping twenty year old. The taller, black-haired senior looked for peaceful, so relaxed, and though the sight made him blush and smile, Hayden just couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.

A shivering ran down his spine, feeling like cold fingers, making his breath catch in his throat. Warily, he looked over at the alarm clock. It was just 4:30 in the morning. They didn't have to be up until six, and yet here he was, sitting up wide awake in bed while Jim slept peacefully beside him. "Maybe I had a bad dream and I just can't remember it. Nothing to worry about." Maybe it was just his imagination that his voice came out in an apprehensive whisper. Maybe it was just his imagination that made him feel like something terrible was going to happen.

For a brief but frightening moment, panic seized the eighteen year old and he found it hard to breathe. His eyes widened as he clutched at his chest, desperately trying to inhale enough oxygen to whisper Jim's name. Hayden couldn't manage to do so but, just as he could feel his body starting to give in to the suffocating silence, it was over. He could breathe. Shaken, he looked again at the clock just in time to see the zero change to one. He really was getting himself all paranoid, wasn't he?

Seeking to calm his nerves, the boxer-clad senior stretched and carefully made his way out of bed, trembling legs causing him to stumble a little as he headed to the bathroom. Since he was up, why not start getting ready for school now? Maybe then he and Jim wouldn't be rushing around last minute. Maybe... Maybe not. Giggling softly, he reached for the doorknob of the bathroom door, only to freeze upon hearing a quick knock.

All color drained from his face, leaving him pale and ghostly. A low wheezing whine escaped from his chest, his body jumping when the knocking became more persistent and yet still soft. Gentle. Somehow... Feminine? Perhaps it was Mia, his friend from next door. They had been talking about hanging out more. Or maybe it was Xav or Jack or Charlie or even Becka. It had to be them. Any of them. Anyone but... No, he wouldn't even think it. Not wanting the knocking to alarm Jim, and unable to stand the suspense of not knowing who it was, Hayden sprang across the room toward the dorm room door.

Hesitantly, hands shaking as much as his body trembled, he unlocked the door and opened it just a crack, just enough to see and be seen. "Jim's still asleep, so maybe you could come back later..." His whisper trailed off as a familiar face came into view. Blue eyes met hazel and the teen managed to choke out, "Mom?" before the door was flung open the rest of the way, banging loudly against the wall. He scrambled backwards in order to avoid being hit only for a rough palm to come in contact with his cheek. He froze, shocked, and his eyes widened as he stumbled back another step. He was aware of a startled gasp, sounded like it came from his mother, before a smack to the side of his head left his ears ringing. He blinked, whimpering and crouching down, trying to cover his head with his hands, trying to protect himself.

He was too slow. Another smack, another punch. He could feel blood dripping from his nose and he nearly let out a yelp of pain but, before he could do so, powerful hands wrapped around his throat, forcing him up against the wall. His ears were still ringing, he could hardly hear what was being yelled at him, and some innocent part of his mind prayed that Jim didn't wake up. Hayden didn't want him to see this. Please, Jimmy, don't wake up.. don't wake up, I'll be fine... Don't wake up, he'll hit you too.. he thought, just as his father started yelling. 'I come here to give you a second chance, and you’re in your boxers! You were sleeping with... With HIM weren't you?!' Lips parted, trying to answer, knowing he had to. But he couldn't get enough air into his lungs. Furious, Andrew tightened his hands around his son's throat, ignoring his wife who stood behind him, too shocked to move. 'Answer me, you good for nothing little fag!' Hayden could taste blood in his mouth now, panicking as his eyesight blurred, his head spinning. The hands were too tight, he couldn't breathe. Too weak to struggle, his body went limp, lips opening and closing as he tried to suck air into his lungs. More blackness surrounded him. He couldn't do it, he couldn't resist. He was going to die. His father was going to kill him. He was going to kill him, and then Jim.

[jim]

Jim Parker

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It was a calm, quiet night. Peaceful, which was why the twenty year old was sleeping so nicely, his body chest down on the bed, his breathing soft and unheard as his chest rose and fell, lifting his body with it before it pressed back down on the bed. Through the dim light in the window, all his tattoos were easily seen, scattered all over his arms and body, even his neck, with his head turned sideways on the pillow. The raven haired senior was smiling in his sleep, enjoying his dream, unaware of what had happened, or that his fiance had woken up. However, he did happen to feel the breeze that seeped in under the covers when Hayden moved, and the shiver ran down his spine, his hands absently groping before he pulled the blankets around himself more and slept on, silently dreaming of the end of the year and just how things would be so wonderful.

WHAM!

The sound of the door banging off of the wall startled the twenty year old out of his sleep and he jumped up on the bed, his blue eyes looking around, squinting. Normally, he would wear contacts, or glasses, but neither were being used, and he groped for his glasses on the other side of the bed, pushing the black frame up against his face before he heard the gasping and the sound of flesh hitting flesh. What the fuck was going on? All of the bustling noise was followed by whimpering and more noise, and Jim pushed himself out of the bed, clad only in his boxers and turning towards the door before his eyes widened behind the frame of his glasses. The sounds of pain, the yelping and whimpering, cut him straight through and his body trembled as his eyes widened, the fury steadily bubbling over into a boiling point. 'I come here to give you a second chance, and you’re in your boxers! You were sleeping with... With HIM weren't you?! Answer me, you good for nothing little fag!'

His eyes took in the scene, barely able to force it through his mind before he was in motion, crossing towards the large man holding Hayden in his hands, choking him, and Jim's hand curled into a fist, his arm cocking back before he let it fly, slamming it into the man's face, forcing him to drop Hayden and back off as he threatened another punch, a look of icy hot fury appearing on his face. "Back the FUCK off, you prick!" he snapped out, his body immediately placing itself between the man and Hayden. Cautiously, Jim backed up one step, stooping down to gently lift his lower upwards before moving him back a little to lean on the wall. "Don't move," the senior whispered gently to his love before he stood up, his body turning back towards the man that had barged in. "What the fuck do you think you're doing, barging in and BEATING him? Huh?!" he snapped, his body trembling. It was taking a lot of restraint to keep himself from launching at the man, and said restraint was beginning to wear thin and snap string by string.

“You birthed the love of my life…but with all due respect ma’am..” he started, his eyes falling to the unbelieving mother before him as he tried to contain his fury for the disgusting man standing next to her. The one that had so viciously erupted into the room. “You can suck my fucking dick for standing there and doing nothing to protect your son.” The words were spat at Hayden’s mother, shocking, scandalous. Jim, the very same good natured boy that made everyone smile, that got along with everyone, had finally had enough. The fury blazed over him like a piping hot tub of water, scalding through his veins and flesh as his eyes narrowed, focusing on the monster of a man standing there. The normal cheery, beautiful blue was now a molten hot sapphire, his pupils dilating in anger. His arms rippled and his fists tightened before he crossed the room with only a few strides from his long legs. He couldn’t stop himself, the fury was literally making him shake, and his arm drew back as the red seeped into his vision. A tightly clenched fist slammed into the jaw of Hayden’s father with a rattling impact, and Jim didn’t let that stop him. His other arm drew back, and before he knew it, he’d tackled the older man to the ground, slamming his fists repeatedly into his face, every inch he could reach. “You. Sick. Fucking. FREAK!” he snarled, each word punctuated by a punch. “Lying. Fucking. PRICK. I’ll fucking KILL you for hurting him! I’ll beat you into a fucking pulp for everything you've done to him!” he growled out, the fury washing over him like a tidal wave.

Jim was never one for violence…not unless it was seriously needed. And this time, in his eyes, it was needed. The wrath sprung along his nerves, making them sing whenever he threw a punch, not even caring for his own well being. All that mattered to him was hurting the man he was pummeling, of making him pay for what he did to Hayden. To Jim’s Hayden. The nineteen year old senior couldn’t hear a word being spoken, let alone screams or panicking people around him, which was what was more than likely happening. He wouldn't stand for the man that was now below him, and his fists repeatedly hit, his body unaware of any other blows that were given back as the red color flooded his vision. Everything. Every fucking little thing that the man had done to Hayden was washing over Jim, and coming out in sheer fury.

muse; >.> boom? lawl.
lyrics; never again - nickleback
listening to; pandora radio
outfit; uh..boxers?
tagged; hayden
notes; -hides-
credits; template to moi. so no stealing!

[haydensherwood]

The hands. It felt like they were getting tighter, squeezing around his throat until even blood had a hard time flowing. His vision kept going blurry, fading to black at some points, emitting small gagging sounds as he fearfully tried to take in much needed oxygen. He didn't want to die. He didn't want Jim to get hurt. He didn't want his mother or Jim to see this. This was something that was supposed to just be between his father and himself. No one else was supposed to know. As his legs gave out under him, he managed to release a frail whimper, face turning from pale to red to blue. His lungs and head felt like they would explode. It would be so much easier to just let himself die, to give in, but he wouldn't. He couldn't. He had something, someone, to live for and he couldn't give that up. Jim already lost his family... Hayden didn't want to put him through that pain again.

Unable to turn his head, and his eyes too unfocused to notice anything besides the face of the man in front of him, he was unaware that Jim had been woken up by the slamming door. He didn't even know the door was still open. Because of this, he panicked as the hands loosened, still not able to inhale as the panic seized him. And then he saw Jim, saw his father stumbling back, short gasps finally bringing oxygen into his body. The sudden relief made his head spin even more and he would have fallen to the floor right then had hands not gently reached for him, pulling him up and helping him to lean against the wall. His ears were still ringing, the voices around him all muffled, but he could just make out the yelling and screaming and then the whisper directed at him. He blinked, his neck in too much pain to move, his breathing too heavy to speak. His breathing nearly stopped again as he listened to more of the yelling, body sliding down the wall a little. 'He's my son, I have the God given right to do what I want with him!' he heard his dad snarl back at his fiancé, voice a little off after being punched. Just hearing it made the boy flinch.

Everything felt so jumbled, so mixed up. His body slid more down the wall until he was sitting, too dazed to stand any longer. Blood was still dripping from his nose, the ruby droplets falling into his mouth as he struggled to get all the oxygen he needed into his body. Distantly, like he was listening through a tunnel, he could hear Jim saying something to his mother. He could see her ducking her head down, hands covering her face, and couldn't help but feel bad for her. She had always been so soft spoken and trusting and always looked for the good in people. He hoped she wouldn't be too tramatized by this.

He tried to say something, wanting to get Jim to calm down, but all that came out were a few garbled noises. His tongue didn't seem to want to work. He tried to look up at his fiancé, only to have pain shoot down his spine. He hadn't even noticed how hard his back had hit the wall until now. He was sure it was going to leave an ugly mess of bruises. How was he going to hide all of them? His face, his neck, his back... It all hurt so much. And.. And where was Jim? He had just been standing right there.. Where did.. He.. Oh no. Dazed blue eyes widened, more garbled noise leaving his lips as he tried to calll Jim back over to him. But it was too late. Suddenly, there were two bodies on the floor, each throwing punches at the other, and it was all happening so fast... Too fast. It made him dizzy. 

His head tilted back against the wall, only to panic as warm blood slid down his throat, choking him as he coughed, falling sideways onto the floor. His vision went black again, the lack of sight making him want to scream, but he couldn't make anything other than just... noise. 'Get off of me, Devil Child!' he heard his father screaming, 'I've done nothing wrong! It's you who made this happen!' Jim's fault? This was JIM'S fault!? No! This wasn't Jim's fault. He was the best thing to ever come into his life. The most amazing person in the world. If anything... It was his own fault. Hayden. Not Jim. Jim was too good, too perfect. 

He was aware of soft, shaking hands gently touching him, but his vision was too blurred to see. His head felt it was going to explode, and he kept coughing and choking on the blood from his nose. It was all so confusing. 'Hayden... I'm sorry... So sorry.. I didn't know, I swear I didn't know!' It was his mother's voice. He hadn't heard that voice in months, not since that day he'd lost his parents. Her voice probably should have made him angry, should have made him want to yell at her. But it didn't. Instead, he wished his wheezing would stop long enough for him to comfort the shaking woman, wished he could cover her eyes so she wouldn't have to see Jim and Andrew throwing punches at each other. She was so gentle, so nice; why did she have to see this. Why hadn't he kept his mouth shut? This was his fault. All his fault.         

[jim]

THIS WILL BE UP SOON. I PROMISE <3