"Better run, bitch! You're lucky I'm on c-contract!" Vien called after him, waving his knife angrily in the air before turning to Beau. "Are you alright?" he asked softly, his tone immediately changing from murderous to concerned. "Let's get you patched up, o-okay?" he murmured, reaching into his satchel to grab a small towel to wrap the knife in before setting it in the bag
Beau nodded slowly as he closed his eyes for a few moments, leaning his head against the wall behind him. The whole attack had shaken him up, but not because of Acadius's size. It reminded him of the time when his dad had beaten him when he had been drunk or on a new drug. Pushing the memories away, Beau lifted the hem of his shirt up and took a sharp inhale of air in as he looked at his chest, noticing a faint blue hue beginning to form at the sides. "The ribs…" He said softly as he looked back up at Vien.
She drove up and hit the kickstand, leaving her Vespa behind. The junkyard was always creepy at night. If Mikka could only see her now. He'd probably yell at her for being so idiotic. You shouldn't go alone! Trust no one! Especially don't trust Acadius! You idiot! I can't believe you! But Lisbet had some tricks up her sleeve. There was no way Acadius would leave even a scratch on her tonight.
"Don't worry love, I'll take care of you. How about we get you to my place, my foster mom's a nurse. She'll b-be able to help a little better than I can," Vien murmured, running his fingers along Beau's ribs sympathetically. He glanced over to where he had thrown the Social from before, who was now gone. Huh. Must have been dragged away
"They didn't hurt you did they?" Beau asked, his brow furrowing faintly in concern as he looked up at Vien. He glanced to the side, where a few Greasers had seemed to hear the fight and were yelling at the Socials who were now driving away.
"No, no, I'm fine," Vien assured him. The only damage he had taken was the bloody nose, which he was half sure was broken. "L-Let's just get you to my place, okay?" he murmured, moving Beau's arm so that he could lean against him as he helped him into the house. He set Beau down on the couch gently before going to the phone. He dialed his foster mother, taking a few minutes to talk to her before walking back to him. "She'll be here in ten, alright?"
Beau nodded as he took Vien's hand and leaned against the couch, trying to take fainter breaths in order to not hurt his chest. He looked up and forced a faint smile onto his lips in order to cover up any pain. Though, he realized that he must have looked half-crazed with the blood on his face.
Vien scooted a little closer to Beau, running a hand through his hair soothingly before pressing a kiss to his forehead. "It's going to be alright, love. T-They won't hurt you anymore. I won't let them," he mumbled, though his tone held a hint of coldness towards the end of his speaking. If he had his way, he would have killed them all. But he couldn't make another scene, not when he was so close to turning 18
A faint smile spread across Beau's face, though he noticed an edge to Vien's sentence even when the words were comforting. He tried to take a deeper breath in but quickly stopped as he furrowed his brow in pain. "I don't want them to hurt you, Vien. The last time I got on their bad side, my brother came home with a black eye and a broken wrist." He explained softly as he rubbed the back of Vien's hand with his thumb.
"You're late." Lisbet stood up from the hood of a broken car, staring Acadius down as he came out from the shadows, blood all over him.
He grinned. "Sorry sweetheart, I had some business."
"Don't tell me you were beating up a Greaser."
"He said some things I didn't like, a'ight?"
Lisbet slid down the car, walking closer to him. "What do you want, 'Dius?"
"Same as you," he purred, coming closer, "to get this over with."
She brought out her gun and pressed it to his forehead. "What I want is to blow a hole in your skull. So not the same as me, really."
"Do it." Acadius whispered, "Kill me. I bet you can't."
"I can and I will." She gulped. "Now tell me, WHAT DO YOU WANT!?" Lisbet pressed it harder, flicking the safety off.
His gaze turned to steel. "This will not be forgiven."
"What do you want!?"
"For you. . . to suffer." He licked his lips, staring at her as her hand trembled.
"They won't hurt me, love. I p-promise. If they knew who I was, they wouldn't come within a mile of y-you or me," Vien assured him, taking one of Beau's hands in his own gently. He raised it to his lips, pressing soft kisses to the cracked and bloodied skin
"Just stay safe. I don't want you to get hurt on my account," Beau added softly as he closed his eyes for a few moments in order to slow his breathing. He really hoped that Vien's foster mom would make it to his house quickly since the pain in his ribs was already starting to grow. Though, all he could do was worry about Vien and hope that he didn't have more than a bloody nose.
"Don't worry about m-me," Vien assured him, continuing to run his hand through Beau's hair gently. He almost jumped at the sound of a loud, rickety car pulling up outside. "That's my foster mom. You need me to carry you, or can you w-walk?"
Zanna watched as Lisbet ran from the diner. She waited until Lisbet had gone from her sights before texting Leo, You can track my signal right?
Yeah why? he responded.
Wait for my signal. Then come to where I am, Zanna typed back before hopping off the counter and jumping on her Harley and following after her. She didn't want to lose her only chance at work.
"Don't worry about m-me," Vien assured him, continuing to run his hand through Beau's hair gently. He almost jumped at the sound of a loud, rickety car pulling up outside. "That's my foster mom. You need me to carry you, or can you w-walk?"
"I can walk," Beau mumbled as he pushed himself up slowly from the couch. He took a sharp breath, but ignored the pain in his chest as he focused on the old car outside.
(Sorry that I was gone for so long.)
(it's all good)
"Here, let me help you," Vien said softly, gingerly taking one of Beau's arms and putting it around his shoulders. He wasn't sure if Beau would appreciate the help or not, but he was determined to keep him from as much pain as he could
"Thanks," Beau mumbled softly to Vien as he breathed out, glad that some of his weight was being supported by someone else. He began to move towards the door, furrowing his brow faintly to keep himself from groaning.
Vien walked slowly, careful not to jostle Beau too much as he opened the door. His foster mother was waiting in a comically old, beat up car just outside that sounded like it had shrapnel caught in the motor. Vien helped him down the porch, making his way over to the car and helping him to one of the back seats
Beau leaned back into the seat and forced a small smile onto his lips, hoping that Vien would sit next to him. The car's noises worried him a little, but he ignored his concern and focused on what to say to Vien's foster mother. When no words came to mind, he looked down at his lap and instead focused on his shallow breathing.
Vien slid into the other back seat next to Beau, not climbing into the passenger seat as he normally would. His foster mother glanced back at them in the rear view mirror but said nothing. She was a quiet woman, and for that Vien was grateful. They began to drive back to Vien's apartment, and he reached around to wrap an arm around Beau gently
Beau glanced over at Vien and took his hand, looking at him gratefully. He still didn't understand why Vien was so kind to him and even asking a nurse to patch him up. No one had ever done that for him. Beau looked back down at his lap, listening to the car as they drove towards Vien's apartment.
Vien glanced over at the backseat mirror, ensuring that his mother wasn't looking at them before pressing a quick kiss to Beau's cheek. The rickety old car drove for a few minutes longer before slowing to a stop in front of his run down apartment complex. He let go of Beau's hand for a moment, sliding out of the car before walking around to help Beau out
Beau pushed himself up from the seat slowly and used the door to support himself, smiling a bit at Vien's kiss and to cover any pained expression that was registering on his face. The last thing he wanted was for Vien to be too worried about him.
Vien wrapped one of Beau's arms around his shoulder again, intent on making sure that he didn't hurt himself any more than was necessary. "You alright?" he asked softly, icy blue eyes wide with concern