selfdestruction [kay]

[jonathan christopher wayland]

My feet slammed on the pavement, my breathing coming fast and rough. My heart was pounding out of my chest as I froze, listening carefully. For a moment, everything was completely silent, but I didn't feel relieved yet. In fact, I hadn't been this on edge in a few weeks. I wet my lips and tried to catch my breath, but I didn't stop listening. If I heard them, I had to get away as fast as possible, as if every demon of hell was breathing down my neck. Good thing I was listening too, because within moment, I could hear the distant sirens of the cops. I swore under my breathe and took a deep breath.. and ran like hell. My legs were screaming complaints for me to stop, my lungs gulping for air while I raced towards the train station. The only place they couldn't follow me. My breathing was rough and I could hear the cops drawing closer, and I swore colorfully. I was gasping soon as I rounded a corner and onto the platform.

I was desperate to escape, so I shoved my way past the few people in my way and locked my eyes on the tracks. It was dangerous, but I didn't care. I heard a few shouts behind me, no doubt the cops running after me, but I raced on, sweat plastering my tawny-brown bangs to my forehead while I went on. Finally, I came to the edge of the platform and made a wild leap. A few people screamed, considering a train was coming right my way. I didn't do anything but run. I could hear cops shouting behind me, but I ran down the tracks until I ran into the tunnel that went under the local mountain. Suddenly, I realized my concern was no longer the cops. I dared a glance over my shoulder, and my heart froze in my chest. Coming right at me was a screaming train. I looked around wildly for an escape, suddenly screaming at myself internally for what I had gotten myself into. I could feel the air from the train on my heels.

Finally, I rolled to the side, slamming myself against the wall of the tunnel and flattening myself. I swear the train was inches from my nose. I wasn't sure how long I was there before the train finally ended, disappearing into the tunnel. I stayed that was for a little bit after the train disappeared before finally, I heaved a shaking breath, and I collapsed to the floor of the tunnel, shaking violently. I found it hard to catch my breath, and my stomach knotted painfully. I couldn't stop when I completely heaved. I coughed for a moment before forcing myself to the other side of the tunnel, sitting against the wall. What the hell had I gotten myself into? What was I thinking? I looked down to my bloody knuckles, still scraped up from the earlier fight I had been in. It had been broken up by the cops, and they had been chasing everyone involved down because.. well it had been a drug fight. I shut my eyes and leaned my head back. I hadn't even had any on me at the time. It was all back at home. At least they didn't get a profile on me. I silently thanked.

Then, without thinking, I pulled out my cell phone and held down the 'one'. Speed dial for the only one in the world I trusted. I didn't care what she did, I just needed her here. I knew the next train wouldn't be coming through again for another four hours, so for now it would be safe. It rang twice before she picked up. "Kay?" I croaked in a hoarse, trembling voice. "I'm the train tunnels. I need you." With shaking hands, I hung up and stuffed the phone in my pocket before drawing my knees up to rest my elbows on, my hands running through my hair before gripping into a fist.

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[kaytlin shay andrews]

“YOU LITTLE WHORE!” The words didn’t sting, and she didn’t flinch. Maybe it’s a bad thing that the teenager was so used to be called names by her aunt, but she was. Ever since she had first moved here with her parents that were murdered soon after that… she was always picked on by her mother’s sister and her husband. No one understood exactly what kind of people they were except for her. Wait, no, lie. Except her and her best friend since childhood, Jace. He had seen their cruelty upfront. He had the pleasure of seeing them go off on her. That was one night she’d never forget, why? Because Jace stood for her and no one had done that for the longest time. Well no, Jace had been doing it for awhile but not when it came to her guardians. “Young lady,” Kay winced feeling nails dig into her shoulder and turned her around to face her aunt. “You will listen to me or so help me I will kick you out of the house for good and then where would you go?” The hag spat and Kay laughed out loud, shoving her hand away.

“Where would I go? To Jace’s house. Duh.” A smirk played on Kay’s lips and that set off her aunt. She screamed and yelled but Kay was already heading for the door. How many times had Kay walked out of her Aunt’s house and into Jace’s? Who knew? But it felt like a thousand to her. That part was probably healthy for her; being able to turn away from abuse into loving arms. It was better to feel some love than no love at all. Kay shoved her hands into her Hoodie pockets as she walked to Jace’s house two blocks away. Two blocks that seemed like one thousand miles. But unfortunately for her, when she got there Jace wasn’t home. She could tell simply by the way the garage was closed and the front porch light was off. Matt? Was he home? Did she care? No. The brunette got to the porch, reached up above the door and grabbed the key before opening the door easily.

And then she got an idea.

Kay was somewhere she shouldn't have been, somewhere Jace would disapprove of her being by herself. Especially when she was doing what she was doing. Can anyone guess where she was? Anyone at all? She was in his garage looking at his newest project: the Harley. The Harley Jace had found in the junk yard two months before. And Kay was planning on stealing, riding, then of course returning it to him. Running a hand through her hair, she exhaled before grabbing the keys off of the tool table. She needed to have the feeling of some kind of control on her life. She wanted to do something stupid so she could to prove to herself that she could still do something. But still, she wished Jace was there to show her what to do. But he wasn’t.

But just as she slid onto the bike her phone began to vibrate and who was calling? Jace. Of course. Had he gone home early and seen her? She sighed, exasperated and flipped open the phone, “Yussir?” Kay? I'm the train tunnels. I need you. And that’s all it took. That’s all it took to get Kay to shove the key and turn, causing the monster underneath her to come to life. Before she knew it, she was in the streets and racing faster than she had ever gone on a motorcycle before. She had to hurry. She had to reach Jace. In and out, she swerved through cars, not paying attention to the honks that followed her down the road. Then she was there, speeding into the tunnel and screeching to a halt next to Jace. She jumped off of the machine before it stopped, causing it to fall over as she crouched next to her best friend. “Jonathan Christopher,” She muttered in a stern, yet worried voice while cupping his face in between her hands. “What happened?” She looked down at his bloody hands and gasped, her brown eyes widening in surprise. She took his right hand in both of hers; bringing it up to her mouth so she could kiss it before she rested her forehead against his shoulder.

ooc;; crap. crap. crap. Dx

[jonathan christopher wayland]

I waited. I didn't do anything but wait and listen to my breathing. I tried to ignore the call to get high and forget all this and tried instead to remember that Kay would be there soon. She would help me. We would go back home like we always did and everything would be the same as always. Well, accept that some chick and my newfound brother would be there... but otherwise, everything would be okay. I would help her forget her aunt, and she would help me forget my drugs. I took a deep breath and was about to try and make myself relax when I heard the roar of bike echoing down the tunnel. Bewildered, I looked up, my blue eyes trying to see through the gloom, but it was hardly moments before the bike screeched to a halt in front of me and Kay leaped off, diving towards me. Kay!

She came to me and I leaned into her cool hands, letting my eyes fall shut. She really made it. But she came so fast. How in the world did she get here so quickly? She didn't have a car. She didn't have her licence yet. I opened my eyes. "Kay...?" She brought my hand up and kissed it before resting her head on my shoulder, and I leaned my face into her hair. The troubled look on my face remained, though, my brow creasing in thought. Then, I spotted my bike, remembering the snarling as it came into the tunnels. It was off now, automatically shutting off when there was no weight on the seat for safety. Realization dawned on me.

"Kaytlin Shay!" I cried. "You stole the bike!"

ooc: i warned you. i have no muse. at all.[/size]