forum "You don't understand, its simple really-" (OXO, very dark, CLOSED)

Started October 03, 2023 by @CaseyJ group

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"w-wait… " he says, barely above a whisper, he reached out towards Carmen then winced at the pain it caused in his arm.

Carmen moves forward, “What? Don’t want me to leave?” He tilts his head.

He moves forward, taking the man’s arm, “You shouldn’t do this, you know.”

"why not?" He didn't pull his arm back, but he tensed at the contact. "I like watching things bleed"

“Even yourself?” He sighs, using his thumb to while the blood away.

He was silent for a moment, watching the others hands. "I have the urge to stab you. to slit you open and watch you bleed. But I'm not… why?"

Az tenses, his gaze flicking up, “Because I’m the only one who’s noticed you in a long time, and you want the attention more than you want to see me bleed.”

Tyler puffed out his cheeks. "Fine. You dont know me"

Az shrugs, “What did I get wrong?” He tilts his head.

He was silent, wanting to pull away, he didnt like being this vulnerable in front of others

“Nothing?” He asked, dropping the others arm.

Tyler brought his arm towards his chest. Not looking at Carmen.

Az smiles slightly and shrugs, “Anyways. If you have nothing else to say, I have a shitty party to go back too.”

Tyler didnt want to be left alone, to slip back into his insanity, but he couldnt bring himself to beg the other to stay

Az sighs, “Come with me. I have a spare shit in my bag. I always end up getting puked on at these, so a clean shirt is a must.”

Tyler nodded, holding his arm to his chest. He was very unstable in that moment. Splitting between his two persona's, Tyler the coffee shop worker, and Trickster the psychotic serial killer.

Az smiles and walks back up the slight slope, towards the god-awful truck that sat there. He sighs and walks up to Jackie, “Open the fucking door. I need to get my bag.”

Jackie looks up, “Fucking hell, Carmen, don’t walk up on me like that.” He unlocks the truck shaking his head.

Carmen glares at him and then opens the truck door with a jerk of his arm. Reaching in, he grabs his bag and then unzips it, pulling out the spare shirt. It was a red and black Korn shirt. “Sorry, it’s all I have.” He tosses it to him and then digs more into his bag, pulling out anti-septic and a rag.

“Let me see your arm.”

Tyler quickly put the shirt on, holding out his arm to Carmen, ignoring the other male, whom the Trickster side of him was plotting to kill.

Az sighs and puts some of the anti-septic on the rag and carefully wipes Tyler’s arm. “This’ll sting.” He murmurs.

Tyler looked at Carmen. "you think pain will bother me?"

“Whatever. . .” He mutters, cleaning the cut and then reaching into his bag, pulling out a small roll of bandages. He wraps his arm, quiet. “If you’re bleeding everywhere, people will stay away from you. If you want people to notice you, then. . .well, don’t be a sore thumb. These people will tear you to shreds if you’re different than them.”

“Carmen, get the fuck outta my truck!” Jackies voice rises aboute the den of the music and the man appears in the drivers side door, “I don’t want you just chillin’ in here. You k now how I feel about that.”

Az’s hands speed up, tying the bandage and putting his stuff back in his bath. “R-Right. . . Sorry, Jackie.” He zips his bag closed and closes the truck door, silent.

Tyler was silent. Then Trickster spoke, the voices were different, Tyler being more soft spoken and timid, Trickster being louder and more eccentric. "Can I play with that one? He seems like lots of fun to make scream"

Az’s hands stilled and he looks up at Tyler, “No. No ‘playing’ with my friends.” He whispers, moving away from the truck.

"Thats not your friend…is it? He is very killable" he grins.

Az looked at him, “Jackie is my friend.” He mutters. This was part of Carmen’s persona that he hated the most. Addiction to toxic relationships.

"Would you miss him if he… dissappeared?" He grins.