forum Worse... (O/O)

Started October 14, 2019 by Deleted user

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Silver nodded and gave a crooked smile, the same as one from his childhood. "Thanks." He hummed, brushing past the other with a peace sign.

Drake frowned a little. No, he can't be… He thought, staring after the other man. Not possible. I moved away and we lost track of each other…he can't be here.

Is he? No, he left this city and told me he wasn't coming back…
Silver blinked away the thought, heading into a vintage book shop called 'Old man sells old book.'

Drake watched the other male walk for a long moment. It isn't possible…but… He frowned, crossing his arms and thinking. It isn't possible.

A few minutes later, Silver came out of the store with a large duffel bag and fresh blood on his shirt. His dealer decided she didn't want to deal anymore, so she won't. Ever.

Drake's eyes widened slightly. If it is him…then he's changed. He didn't…I don't want to know. Then a realization struck him, and his body went cold. Oh my god…he's the one I'm after. The one I came here to stop.

By now, the citizens of the city knew not to question it. It happened too often not to question it. Silver connected a call on his phone, speaking six words. "Good news, we got the guns."

(Drake would know his name, right?)

Drake swallowed, watching him still for a long moment as the puzzle pieces connected in his mind. Oh my god…I know it's been a while but I never would have imagined…

Sterling clicked off his phone, dropping the bag off to a car that was parked on the curb. He looked down at his shirt and frowned. "Damn it, now I have to head home."

(okay got it. thanks)

Drake took a breath. "Sterling?" he said slowly. He only spoke just loud enough for the other to hear, and only if he was paying attention. He almost…Drake almost wanted to be wrong. He wanted this to not be Sterling, just a look alike. But fate's a bitch, and so is karma.

His frown went deeper, no one had called him that in a long, long time. "… Yes?" His response sounded hesitant, like he wasn't quite sure the man was speaking to him.

"I…hadn't thought I would see you again." Drake said, still speaking slowly. Damn it. It is him. What do I do know? What do I say?

"Well, you're the one who left."
Sterling frowned, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow. He didn't have a reputation of being forgiven, not anymore.

"That's true…but that wasn't my choice. My parents made me." Drake replied, chewing on his lower lip again. He wanted to confront Sterling. Right here, right now, about the choices the other male was making.

"Hmmm…" His even deep frown went deeper, uncrossing his arms. "I'll be going now." Sterling muttered, tunring on his heel.

"You aren't as evil as people think you are." Drake said suddenly, almost desperately. "You…you can't be." he blinked, almost surprised with himself, but there was no taking back the words he had already said. "You weren't when we were kids. You were…you were nothing like this, Sterling."

Sterling's eyes flashed with something malicious. "No Drake, you're right. I'm much worse." He growled.

Drake blinked, hands squeezing into fists at his sides, nails digging into his palms. "Why? What happened to you?" he asked, eyes searching the other male. He wanted to understand. So, so desperately wanted to understand.

"You left, and with you, my humanity did." Was all he responded with, sending a glare to Drake before turning back on his heel and walking away.

Drake blinked quickly. "Sterling…" He darted after him, putting a hand on his shoulder. "I don't understand." He looked at him, his eyebrows knotted together in confusion.