The Worst Day Since Yesterday | Tag - Alex

[ilyas aylin]

The night was particularly dark tonight. Thick clouds covered the moon, sheltering the light away from the living below, strolling the streets. Snow might be coming soon; it was very cold out, which made it all the more remarkable a man, his hair a blonde shade, walked the streets in a shirt that had no sleeves; no jacket, no vest, no nothing. But perhaps his temper kept him warm, because one look at his eyes could tell anyone the man was fuming.

His paces large and fast, he moved swiftly down the street. He’d only see the red van once before, but he was pretty sure he remembered its location. Downside of a van was that it could move when the owner wanted to, although Ilyas doubted the boy had driven his home elsewhere. He had no reason to. Alex most likely didn’t even feel threatened. Well, that was about to change.

The blonde turned a corner swiftly and came by the café he’d visited only a few nights earlier. He should’ve claimed his jacket back, then and there, but he fell for the temptation of free beer. Damn you, alcohol; you were supposed to be helpful. Ilyas tried to keep himself from thoughts that involved all the things that Alex could’ve done with his most valuable belonging; each and every thought about it that crossed his mind made the man cringe. What a fool he’d been. This was his punishment for trying to be a decent guy. Or it was karma, getting back at him for toying with an innocent lad in the library. Either way, this situation majorly sucked.

Soon, the red van doomed up in the distance and the blonde man’s eyes narrowed. It was late and it wasn’t a surprise all the lights inside the vehicle were off. That mattered not. Ilyas hadn’t come over for some nice, random chat, he was on a mission. And it was best that Alex would be asleep, since he then couldn’t distract the other man or pout so much Ilyas would start feeling guilty again, even if it was only a bit. In front of the van, he came to a halt.

A glance to the right, one to the left; no one in sight. Ilyas placed his hand on the door handle. It was a long shot, but perhaps he’d be lucky tonight; it would surely be a nice change to be lucky for once. As he managed to press the handle down and move the door, his eyes widened, though. Somehow, he hadn’t expected the door to actually be open. Apparently, Alex hadn’t learned a lot from their previous encounter. The door squeaked lightly as it opened, making the blonde wince softly as well; he really didn’t want to boy to get up. But as he looked inside, he noticed that finding his jacket in the dark, and in such a mess, would be a bigger challenge than he’d anticipated.

And a 6’5” guy moving through a small van was also not the easiest thing of things. One hand spread out in front of him, Ilyas stepped in. There was a little bit of light, coming from the lantern pole that stood outside, but it was barely enough for the man to make out the shapes of stuff. The only other thing important now was to keep his footing, so he wouldn’t slip and accidently end up in a stranger’s bed.

Where does one keep clothing in a van? This was like trying to find a needle in a haystack, in the dark, too. Perhaps in the back, then. Ilyas reached forward towards something that looked like a cloth, but it was.. furry? And it hissed. And scratched! “Ow!” Damn fat cat!

[alexander jay garcía torres]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i1076.photobucket.com/albums/w450/BluuBluuie/alexcoding.png); border-radius: 50px; border: #867457 1px solid; padding-top: 15px; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom:15px] Weekday nights proved to be a bit boring around here in Honey Tree; there wasn't much on in the bar and it was rather empty after the evening, there wasn't really anywhere to go or anything to do. JD had found something to do though, by the looks of it, because he hadn't appeared all evening. Alex had an idea that he'd found someone to entertain himself with and he couldn't help but feel a sliver of jealousy. The closest he'd come recently to getting some action ended up with him tied up in the library with his jeans down by his ankles. That was enough to put anyone off casual sex for a while, even if he was beginning to get a bit antsy for it. Alex tried to wait up for JD because he was sure his friend would help him out in that area. But, after munching his way through half a packet of stale Oreos, he'd gotten bored and decided to sleep instead. There'd be time tomorrow or something. So Alex had pulled out his blankets, pushed the reclining seats down to make the bed, and made himself comfortable with a nest of mismatching blankets. But, unknown to him, his sleep was to be short-lived. Alex had the bad habit of forgetting to lock the main sliding door to his cherry red van but that was probably JD's fault. There'd been a couple of times that the idiot had forgotten his keys and a pissed off Alex had awoken to constant rapping on the window by his head. Then there was Tootie as well. Her meowling to be let out or let in happened at least once a week and fumbling to unlock and lock the door was just completely annoying. Now Tootie, in exchange for food and shelter from the rain, had turned into a guard dog (or cat) of sorts. So, of course, when she saw a large figure whose scent she didn't recognize, she stirred and began to growl warningly. Yes, growl. That low noise that a pissed off or scared cat makes. When a hand came looming much to close for her comfort, she hissed and spat threateningly and lashed own with her claws, going for flesh or whatever her paws could reach. "Nngh... Toots... cállate." Alex mumbled into his pillow, chewing on his thumb and rolling over in his tangle of blankets. "Home JD?" He blinked open his sleepy eyes and rubbed them with the back of his hand which wasn't in his mouth. Alex squinted and let his eyes adjust to the terrible lack of light. But as he focused, an unsettling feeling began to make its home in his stomach and he felt his dinner of chicken salad and Oreos sit heavy and sickeningly. The figure he saw looming in his van was... definitely larger than Jack's. Oh, god. Alex was awake in an instant. This wasn't good. Someone was in his van. He sat up so fast that he got a dizzying rush in his head. He'd never gotten an intruder before! What did he even do? He ignored the pang of regret of not listening to that man that slurred to him over a whiskey that he should, like, carry a knife or something, stash it under his bed, somewhere in reach. God. It would've been handy now. Not that, y'know, he'd have it in him to actually hurt someone with it. Maybe. He wasn't sure. Possibly? Someone said something about car keys being a good defensive blade if you had nothing on hand. Ooh! His keys! He had a miniature can of pepper spray that doubled as a keyring! Swiftly, Alex reached up and banged on the overhead light he had fixed into the car's ceiling. He froze. Then his expression darkened a thousand leagues. The panic he felt before bubbled down to anger. "Y-You?" Alex screeched, incredulous. "What are you doing here? In my van?!" Rather safe than sorry; the sprite reached for his keys under his pillow and began to jingle them about as he looked for the little can. Suddenly, Alex wished he didn't own so many keyrings. It was... hard finding the one he wanted. He glanced between the last person he wanted to see and his hands which were attempting to find that stupid can. It'd help if he stopped shaking though. "Oh my god, I could fucking kill you, Ray!" [/style] tagged: ilyas! notes: hehe outfit: clicky!

[ilyas aylin]

Damn it, he was awake. The faint mumble, coming from where Ilyas thought the bed was, gave away Alex was no longer asleep. What he said Ilyas couldn’t hear, mostly because it sounded very muffled, but it must’ve been something foreign; definitely not English. If the stupid cat hadn’t opened its pie hole, the boy would’ve still been sleeping now. Ilyas glared at the animal, who seemed to glare back just as much in the darkness. He didn’t like cats. They stank and moulted, made noises that caused goose bumps and dug their nails into everything they weren’t supposed to. And they were bitchy as hell; the blonde had a scratch on his arm now to proof that.

But maybe Alex would fall back to sleep – it wasn’t as if he was truly awake yet anyway – before he could notice the stranger in his home. Ilyas cautiously glanced over at the bed as the person in it moved sleepily. JD? No, it wasn’t JD, but he wouldn’t stay around for much longer to let Alex find out what was going on. The cat had a very comfortable bed for itself, it seemed, and Ilyas soon recognized the familiar brown shade of the piece of clothing the feline was snuggled on.

The man gritted his teeth. The nerve of this kid. He was ready to grab the cat in its scruff, probably cashing a few more scratches in the process and reclaim what was rightfully his, when suddenly, the room was lit. The light flicking on blinded the blonde man at first. His eyes needed a while to adjust and until then, he shut them tightly. In the now illuminated room, the cat made even more noise; wow, that animal would make a nice stew, or maybe even a furry scarf.

The voice coming from behind was a familiar one. Shit. Ilyas only shortly glanced at the now awake Alex, but kept his focus on the cat. That thing looked absolutely vicious. Well, it had met its match. An old newspaper on the floor would do the trick. Ilyas took it, rolled it up and started to poke it against the cat to make it cower away. Of course, the animal lashed out; better to do so at a bunch of old papers than Ilyas’ arm. With his free hand, the blonde reached for his jacket. “I’m here to get my stuff back,” he muttered while he took hold of one of the jacket’s sleeves, but just as he tried to pull the piece of clothing his way, Tootie decided the newspaper was no longer interesting and she was in the mood to shed some blood; her nails were dug deeply into the skin of the stranger.

“Son of a--“ That comment said enough. If Alex still hadn’t recognized him – although that would’ve been severely dumb – he surely did now. The urge to send the cat flying across the room was very big, but he’d once promised his sister not to do such things; not after the incident with Pablo Puffy, the old stray cat back in Ukraine, who mysteriously died after damaging one of Ilyas’ boots with its rotten teeth. Why’d she called it ‘Pablo Puffy’ anyway? Dumbest name ever. He missed his sister, though; all this crap wouldn’t have happened if Yai had been here.

Oh, a death threat? That was new. Today. The man spun in his spot, as Alex clumsily browsed through his keys. “Kill me? With your keys?” The blonde huffed. This boy was a joke; he couldn’t defend himself, even if he wanted to. When it came to that matter, Alex could learn a lot from the older man. He’d probably have better luck using a pillow and smothering the blonde with that. Or his cat, for that matter; damn, that thing was a weapon. “I swear, if that stinking creature wrecks my jacket, I’ll break something very dear to you.” And Alex could take that any way he wanted to.

[alexander jay garcía torres]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i1076.photobucket.com/albums/w450/BluuBluuie/alexcoding.png); border-radius: 50px; border: #867457 1px solid; padding-top: 15px; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom:15px] Ray easily could've knocked or something, right? Alex didn't wander into anyone's house unannounced like this! Not even if he knew the door was unlocked! Just because Alex lived in his Volkswagen never meant he didn't mind people intruding into his space like this. This was his home, for crying out loud. His bedroom, kitchen and living room; all in one! Alex's mouth fell open a bit when the man reached for a newspaper and rolled it in his hands. If he fucking dared thwack Tootie, he was going to get a piece of Alex's mind. No one touched his cat with a rough hand; not even him... because he knew Tootie had it in her to deal any damage back and double-folded. No one messed with the long-haired feline. Alex held his breath when the newspaper came close to Tootie but... thankfully, Ray was just trying to nudge her off... the jacket. God. The fucking jacket. That was what he was after? "Tu chaqueta?" Alex snorted a laugh and went back to sifting through his keyrings. "Good luck... you'll need it." He hadn't honestly planned to have Ray's leather jacket serve as Tootie's bed... Alex loved clothes, maybe enough to be called a bit of a fashionista at times. The coat might've been big on him and might belong to someone who made him have a terrible day but... it wasn't the jacket's fault. He'd gotten home, placed it on the table and as soon as the thing slid to the floor Tootie had been on it in an instant. He had a couple more scratches on his arm from trying to get her off it. In the end, Alex had given up, expecting to never see Ray again and thus not have to return the coat. How wrong he'd been. "Hey! You leave her alone!" Alex barked, finally finding the keychain he was after. It was a small can of spray concealed in a black, fabric pouch with a snap fastener. It was good for two uses... which left him with one left seeing as he actually had already used it two weeks ago on some pervy man that just... ugh. Alex snapped open the pouch and pulled the flap back so he could put his finger on the push-down thing of the spray. "Get away from Tootie, Ray! You're going to hurt her!" The boy lifted the spray and held it warningly, aiming for Ray's face. He didn't want to use it really... so if he could get away without spraying it, Alex would be more than happy. He hadn't seen a store that sold replacements for his pouch yet. When Ray threatened to break something dear to him... he went cold a bit. Alex's eyes flickered nervously to Tootie. Then there was his guitar as well, he practically lived off that thing being it his source of income. The sprite shifted worriedly and glared back up at the older man, his jaw set stiffly. "Just... stand down. Now... please? I don't wanna spray you. But... I will!" [/style] tagged: ilyas! notes: hehe outfit: clicky!

[ilyas aylin]

Those little cuts made by the cat’s nails stung like hell. Like paper cuts; those things meant absolute pain. Surely, Ilyas could’ve easily snapped the cat’s neck, but.. Yeah, for some reason, he decided against that. It wasn’t very nice, even if the little pain in the ass had it out for him. And it drooled all over his jacket and left its hairs on it and.. Man, it was going to be a pain to get it clean again, and smelling decently. The coat was old, very old, but not counting a couple of stains and a tear on the underlay, it was in a good state. The first jacket he’d bought with his own money; it must’ve been about 12 years ago now, maybe longer. Was the old, ragged jacket really worth all this trouble? Yes, it was. Had it been anything else, Ilyas would’ve left it behind with ease. But this jacket had something he couldn’t leave behind. It had emotional value, and secrets. If only Alex hadn’t dug around in the pockets..

A bloody left hand reached out again for another attempt when Alex raised his voice. It made the blonde look up at him. “Then get your fur ball off my stuff!” With good grace or not, Ilyas was determined to get back what was his, with or without Alex’s help or permission.

The spray can Alex held in his hand was probably no deodorant; still, that shit stung terribly too. Although Ilyas honestly doubted whether Alex was capable of doing such a thing, he did freeze in his movement for a sec. Mace was really nasty stuff, yet, it was somehow amusing to see the boy stand up for himself. Or rather, for his cat. Had Ilyas poked Alex with a newspaper, the other man probably would’ve allowed it with ease. Maybe he’d even liked it. Please, let that thought vanish from his mind quickly! Squeezing his eyes tightly shut, Ilyas hoped the image he’d subconsciously pictured along with his thoughts would disappear as well.

It was bluff. Absolute bluff. Alex looked like a deer in headlights; his eyes big and wide, unsure about the weapon he’d found himself and probably not even knowing how to properly use it. He wasn’t going to spray, and he needed to work on looking threatening as well, but there still was a chance that the blonde man judged wrong; he kept that in the back of his mind. And did he really want to be blinded in this small van – very small, by the way. Creepily small – with a guy who he’d not made himself very popular with, these last few days? No, not really. Really not.

The blonde groaned softly, glared at the cat again, but decided to choose wisdom over madness this time. Besides, the kitty proved itself a worthy opponent tonight; this battle was over, but the war was far from it. Still, having to take this ‘loss’ was hard on the man’s pride. He could’ve almost pouted, but didn’t grant Alex the fun of seeing him that way. “Don’t get your panties in a bunch, Bambi. Your cat’s far too hairy to eat anyway.” He tossed the paper over his shoulder – only God knew where it landed in this mess – and, perhaps a little too quickly, rose to his feet.

[alexander jay garcía torres]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i1076.photobucket.com/albums/w450/BluuBluuie/alexcoding.png); border-radius: 50px; border: #867457 1px solid; padding-top: 15px; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom:15px] Did Ray think that Alex hadn't already tried to get Tootie off the man's jacket? He'd tried and bore the marks of his attempt on his arms. The black cat was just very possessive once she claimed something as hers. Alex was still mourning the loss of a beloved, tartan scarf of his which she'd been using as her bed for the past two months. Only cashmere scarf he owned and it turned out that Tootie loved it as much as he did. Thing probably had holes and smelly stains on it by now; ready to be chucked. Alex didn't let himself lower his arm when Ray seemed to be in thought for a few moments. Yeah, mace; hurts like a bitch if you're on the receiving end. This man was a tricky one though, something he had clearly proved the other day. The young sprite didn't fancy being tied stark-naked to his driving wheel or something like that so... for his body's sake, he didn't lower his guard. He kept the pocket-sized can pointed at Ray's face with his finger poised threateningly on the cap. Panties? Alex snorted; offended. What sort of swipe was that at his masculinity? He would've rolled his eyes if he weren't so determined on keeping them focused on Ray. He was much bigger than him and probably much more capable of disarming him than Alex was the man. All it'd take would be a single moment to slip-up and this situation could be reversed. So what if he was shaky and on edge? He'd been sound asleep until the fucker had sneaked into his van. Anyone would be a skitterish mess. Ray seemed to be giving up though. Good idea. Seemed like he valued his limbs and his eyes, even if Tootie had already gotten a few good scratches in judging by how blood trickled down his arm. Alex supposed he could offer to disinfect them, at least. Or give him the bottle and some paper towels. Because, come to think of it, Alex didn't want to get within arm's distance of Ray. He could do it himself, the same way Alex had to get himself out of that knot that'd tied him to the bookcase. And, as easily as that, Alex had been distracted; thinking about the disinfectant and where he'd put it last. And probably at the very worst moment as well because it was then when Ray decided to throw the newspaper and get to a stand. He moved too quickly for Alex. Much too quickly. So quickly that the boy jumped, squeaked, flinched... and pressed down on the can as his hands involuntarily seized up. He was already spooked as it was! Being jittery and sudden movements didn't go together well, not for Alex at least. The eye-watering smell of cayenne pepper filled his van and the now-empty can was dropped to the floor, as if the item burned Alex's hands. Oh god. He'd sprayed it! His hands snapped over his mouth. "I-I didn't mean to! Sorry! Oh, god, I'm so sorry! Lo siento!" Alex panicked. Fuck, his own eyes were watering! And he'd been the one spraying the fucking thing! Squinting, he looked up at where he'd been aiming and at Ray. At least now he wouldn't hurt Tootie? Speaking of Tootie... Alex noticed that the sly bitch had chosen now to skulk away. How fucking convenient. "...Ray? I-I'm sorry. I really am... oh god." [/style] tagged: ilyas! notes: hehe outfit: clicky!

[ilyas aylin]

Oh, poor judgement, how you ensnared the blonde man tonight. Just as Ilyas had fully risen to his feet, took a deep breath and averted his gaze towards the doorway, just past Alex, the faint sound of a pressed cap reached his ears. It happened fast. Before his brain could fully wrap itself around what had just happened, the pain set in. His eyes burned as if set on fire, stung as if poked by a thousand needles at the same time; it all told the blonde man one thing: the trigger had been pulled.

The sensation of the mace caused instant tears in Ilyas’ eyes as he cowered backwards and covered his eyes with both his hands. Not like that would help any, because the damage had already been done. That son of a bitch! Surely, the man would’ve screamed that out loud, if he hadn’t been so busy wincing in pain. Damn it, it hadn’t been an empty threat; Alex had protected himself. Small detail was that Ilyas had already surrendered. This was a typical case of shooting an enemy in the back, choosing to kill after resignation. That was a mean trick; even meaner than tying someone up in the library. Yes, it was! And a hell of a lot more painful as well, at least physically.

Not just his eyes; his hand stung crazily as well, the open wounds the cat had caused and mace didn’t go well together either. Despite the fact that he was unable to open them, his eyes still somehow produced tears uncontrollably; too many to wipe away and soon, the man’s cheeks were wet and shimmering in the van’s light – which, by the way, was also particularly painful to his eyes currently. He couldn’t even see if Alex was enjoying the sight he’d created, but he could faintly hear him mumbled. Sorry? Oh, he’d better be.

“You little..” What word to insert? So many things applied to this guy. Slowly, the man forced his blue eyes to open, but they were not only blue now; the part of his eyes that were normally white had turned red, scarily red, even. Mace really was a bitch. The deep, teary red and the icy blue gave a interesting contrast to Ilyas’ eyes – it almost made him look wicked, or in wicked pain – but he only managed to open them for a second, to catch a glimpse of Alex’s form, before the stinging increased again and he had no other choice but to shut his eyelids once more. Damn it, tonight really wasn’t a good night.

Best thing to do now was to hurry the hell out of this van, find a decent amount of water somewhere and rinse his eyes like no tomorrow. He didn’t want Alex’s help – he’d never wanted it, but now least of all. But he did want something else. A hazy glance over his shoulder told Ilyas the cat had moved its behind away from his jacket; wow, it only took mace? He swiftly reached for it, found it by touch and dragged it in, before any vicious feline could lash at him again. With his jacket clutched against his chest, the blonde struggled his way back up to his feet. “You’re crazy,” he hissed in the direction he thought Alex was standing, but it could’ve easily been a chair or something else; his eyes were now slightly open, but the tears and stinging still made his sight remarkably bad. That wouldn’t stop him from leaving this place at this instant, though.

Bumping into nearly everything the van contained, Ilyas did manage to find the doorway he entered through. He swung it open and let in the darkness of night. That café probably had a bottle of water to spare, especially for a man in his condition. Then again, maybe they thought he’d just tried to attack some innocent lady and got punished for that. No, not the café. Too many watchful eyes, while his own weren’t working now. Getting out of the van alone was already rather difficult when not being able to see.. Ilyas held on to the door handle as he took the leap, but apparently, the vehicle stood a little higher from the ground than the man had expected.

BAM.

[alexander jay garcía torres]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i1076.photobucket.com/albums/w450/BluuBluuie/alexcoding.png); border-radius: 50px; border: #867457 1px solid; padding-top: 15px; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom:15px] Oh god. Ohgodohgodohgod. That had been a total accident! Alex hadn't meant to mace Ray! He was going to be in for it later, wasn't he? From what Alex had heard and been told, being pepper sprayed wasn't a nice experience at all. He thought that jabbing himself in the eye with an eye pencil hurt... this had to be, like, a hundred eye pencils all at once! And sharpened ones too! Alex watched Ray, frozen with his hands clasped over his mouth in shock over his foul accident, as the man stumbled somewhat blindly for his jacket. He caught a glimpse of his steely blue eyes and swallowed quietly; they looked really angry and raw. Definitely not as pretty as they usually were and a thousand times more menacing. His own caramel eyes flickered to his hard, sticker decorated, guitar case that was propped up against the bed for a moment when Ray grumbled to it. Alex figured that he was talking to him though. That he was supposedly the "crazy" one. Look who was talking! The man who barged into his van at god-knows-what time to play tug-of-war with his cat! "But it was an accident!" He insisted with a pleading tone, asking the man to just listen to him. "You gave me a fright! I honestly didn't mean to!" Ray looked like he was trying to go. Was that even a good idea right now? In his state? His grumble to the guitar instead of the sprite pretty much proved that he was partially or completely blind. It wouldn't be wise to let him stagger about the street like this... definitely not. "Ray!" Alex gasped as the man took a tumble out onto the side walk. Oh god. Things were going worse than pear-shaped... more like pineapple shaped. Alex hastily hopped out of his van after Ray to assess the damage. He hoped he hadn't bust anything... the man would no doubt have it in for him once his eyes and sinuses recovered. Swiftly, the young sprite tugged at Ray and rolled him over, shaking so bad now that his knees threatened to turn to jelly under him. Fuck, was he going to have a panic attack? Alex really did not need one of those. Not now. Not ever. "Díos mío... díosmíodíosmío... I'm sorry, Ray! God. I'm so fucking sorry!" What calmed mace down? Wasn't it, like, pee or something? Or was that for jellyfish? Or maybe for sea urchins? Alex peered at Ray's reddened face and rubbed his cheek and temple with the palm of his hand as he thought. No. He wasn't going to fucking pee on the man's face. Just in case that wasn't what pee worked with. And, anyway, even if it was, he wasn't going to bloody do it. Alex got a feeling that Ray wouldn't appreciate being peed on. Alex was kinky, but not that sort of kinky, and he doubted Ray wasn't either. Water. That's what he needed. "Hold still... y-yeah? I've got this." Alex stammered, reaching back into his van where a half-empty bottle of water could be seen on the floor. It was probably a couple of days old but... it'd do, right? With a bit of difficulty due to the fact that his fingers did not want to cooperate, the boy unscrewed the bottle and kind of just... sloshed the water on Ray's face. That'd work, right? "I don't know first aid... oh god... d-do I just use water? Is this... okay? Joder, lo siento, Ray. I really am sorry!" [/style] tagged: ilyas! notes: hehe outfit: clicky!

[ilyas aylin]

‘Hmpf’, was pretty much the only thing that could be heard as the man took a tumble out of the van. That, and a loud thud, of course. As if he couldn’t comprehend what had just happened, Ilyas lay dumbfounded on the street, his eyes still half-closed. He couldn’t see if there were any spectators, but the man swore he could hear laughter in the back of his head. Than again, perhaps it was his conscience, enjoying the awkwardness he was going through. He’d sort of deserved this, hadn’t he? NO! Not because of the lame library joke. Maybe because of all the other bad things he’d done in life; the really bad things, that weren’t meant in teasing ways, or as a useful lesson. If that was the case, this punishment was rather light, really.

The man propped himself up on his elbows, but before he managed to spin around, he felt something tucking on his side and he, again, lost his balance and awkwardly turned onto his back, then into a sitting position. This was worse than being drunk. This was far worse. “Don’t touch me,” he muttered under his breath as he pushed into thin air, trying to shove away whoever tried to be helpful. It was only then he noticed Alex’s shape had doomed up by his side again, although it really could’ve been anyone. Ilyas only recognized it was the boy because of the sound of his voice and the Spanish – it had to be Spanish – muttering. Ilyas wanted to swing his fist at the other guy, but due to his poor sight, he’d probably miss and that would be such a waste of a lovely opportunity. But really, honestly, how would that make this situation any better? Sure, it’d be a type of anger management – one that would be frowned upon and called unhealthy by most – but it’d probably only get blood on his jacket.

Alex leaving again to do God knows what gave Ilyas the opportunity to squirm his arms into the sleeves of his jacket and pull it tightly around him. The warmth was actually welcome now, while sitting out on the street. His eyesight would probably recover again soon, although the stinging hadn’t yet decreased much. If only he had a little bit of water, he’d be able to—

SPLASH

This had to be a joke. No one could be this foolish, could they? Or perhaps, someone else was to blame for all of this. It all gave Ilyas a big chance of heart, there at the spot. There had to be a God. There just had to be one, because these terribly things wouldn’t happen if there wasn’t some sadistic prick somewhere making them all occur. The blonde exhaled loudly, the drops of water falling down from his nose. “Really? Wasn’t it bad enough yet?” he asked with a huff and pushed against the figure next to him; this time, he’d hit. If he’d stick around this guy any longer, he could as well end up dead. Using the car door as support, Ilyas pulled himself to his feet and before anyone, in particular Alex, could stop him, he strolled off; he didn’t care where to, as long as it was away from the van.

“You stay away from me!” he called over his shoulder at the boy; surely, he’d understand the message, wouldn’t he? But instead of trying to get his message across, the blonde should’ve watched his step a little better. Instead of walking on the sidewalk, like a regular pedestrian, he wandered onto a different road. And that could’ve well been a fatal mistake. All he could see where two large lights, coming closer at high speed, and an indescribable impact. Suddenly, there was a little gap in his mind as he lay, staring up at the sky, his gaze even hazier than before, the thoughts in his mind silent. And then, it went dark.

[alexander jay garcía torres]

[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i1076.photobucket.com/albums/w450/BluuBluuie/alexcoding.png); border-radius: 50px; border: #867457 1px solid; padding-top: 15px; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom:15px] What did he mean by that? "Wasn't it bad enough yet?". Alex looked at the now empty plastic bottle, a bit confused. Pepper spray burned. Water soothed burns. There was a bit of logic behind his actions. "I-I thought it'd help?" He stuttered, throwing the bottle aside. If water didn't help... was it maybe pee? "I'm not... fucking not... pissing on you!" Alex said, aghast. No. There was no fucking way he was doing that! That was just, ugh, gross and wrong on so many levels! Ray could pee on himself or something. Alex was not doing it. Nuh-uh. No way, Jóse. But, thankfully, that didn't seem to be what Ray wanted if that shove backwards was any clue. Alex half-rolled backwards; falling onto his butt, then onto his back and just missing banging his head on the asphalt by very little. Well, that was plain rude. Alex sat up and grimaced. The floor was wet. He was getting his pants wet. He wasn't wearing underwear underneath his pyjamas. Wet, cold butt. Not nice. "I'm only trying to help!" Alex shouted back, throwing his arms up in the air. He could've easily sat back, laughed, mocked the guy, and enjoyed the show he'd accidentally caused. But no, instead, he'd tried to right his error and Ray... ugh, Ray was an ungrateful bastard. "Well... yeah... you know? Serves you right for... for sneaking into my van!" Alex nodded and picked himself up off the floor. "Creep!" Yeah. He deserved that mace. If he'd just knocked and asked politely, Alex would've found a way to give him back his jacket. And god, what was so good about that jacket? Was it really worth creeping into someone's home, duelling with a cat and receiving a faceful of pepper spray? Ooh... maybe it was lined with drugs or something. Maybe that was why he was so intent on getting it back. But then... oh god, that made him some sort of accessory, right? An unknowing drug mule for a couple of days! Oh god. Alex patted down his damp pyjama bottoms, shivering at the cruel and bitter night wind that tugged at his thin shirt and pants. That was when he heard a horrid screech of tires, accompanied by a sickening thud. He stood still for a moment or so. It'd sounded close... very close... and it'd come from the direction in which Ray had been staggering. Partially dreading what he'd see, the boy slowly peered around his van and every single vestige of colour flooded from his face. There was Ray, spread eagled on the road, illuminated by the almost blinding lights of the van. His face looked peaceful yet at the same time eerie due to the dark shadows cast over them. And there was blood... oh god, blood. A man, probably the driver to the red pick-up that was now stopped in the street, its motor purring quietly as if the metal monster were dozing placidly, was hunched over Ray, talking frantically into a mobile phone. Alex felt sick. He'd killed him! He'd fucking killed Ray! Panic. Panic set in again. He hadn't meant for that to happen! Maybe Ray might've deserved the mace, might've deserved that face-plant into the pavement, might've deserved those cat scratches but, fuck, not this! No one deserved death! The man presumably talking to a 911 operator saw Alex standing there, ghostly white and in his pyjamas, and beckoned him over quickly. The boy moved as if on automatic. Drawing closer... he saw the rise and fall of Ray's chest though, albeit shallow and definitely pained. The relief was indescribable. It whooshed through his body in a cold, shivery wave and he got to his knees by the other man. It took a second or so to realize that he was being talked to, or more specifically, being asked questions. Alex, breathing quickly and swallowing repetitively, looked at the stranger, lost. "N-Name? ...Ray... he's Raymond." It didn't even register right then that Raymond probably wasn't even the injured man's name. He'd just assumed it. But that didn't matter. "Y-Yeah. Married." But to whom? Alex had no names, no numbers, no anything. Oh god, he felt like he was going to throw up... there was blood trickling down Ray's forehead; the visible wrinkles in his skin being transformed into streams instead of expression lines. It was just so... red. Everything was red. A paper bag was thrust into Alex's shaking hands as he stared at Ray's face. Someone lifted it up to his mouth and he began to breathe. Breathe. Breathe. He heard someone say that the ambulance was on its way, probably the pick-up driver. Poor guy seemed to be shaken up pretty badly as well judging by the unintentional vibrato in his voice. "Díos mío... I-I'm so sorry, Ray." Alex whispered into the bag as lights that alternated between red and blue lit the older man's face, slack from being out cold. "I should've just... tasered you instead." · e x i t · t h r e a d · a l e x a n d e r · [/style] tagged: ilyas! notes: hehe outfit: clicky!