#zoneral

     Holy shit. Holy shit. For one, terrifying moment Steve thought it was over, that they--that Quentin--had lost. Try as he might he couldn’t get the other boy to wake up, and as fear tore through his chest and threatened to choke him he had the odd, disconnected thought that he should just accept it. They could only run for so long, exhausting themselves in the process and making it worse. Wouldn’t giving in and letting it be over be the better choice?

     No. The pair of them had come too far to give up, lost too much to lay down and die. Things might be grim, the horizon bleak, but they were still alive and that meant they were still in the fight. If they pushed a little further they could figure something out, put a stop to Freddy and go back to living normal lives. If only Quentin would wake the fuck up.

     A breath Steve didn’t even realize he was holding burst out of him in shaky relief, a faint, hysterical laugh following as Quentin’s eyes shot open. “Oh, thank god...fuck. I thought--Christ, are you okay?”

     Quentin was right;  they couldn’t keep going like this, but Steve didn’t care to think about it at the moment. Not when there was so much blood. As far as he could tell the wounds weren’t lethal, but they weren’t good, seriously painful at best. They might even need stitches, but that was a problem for later. A hospital was the last place either of them wanted to be.

❝They’ve been GONE a long time.          ❞ Restless legs once again adjust beneath her weight upon the couch, and Ashley sighs anxiously. Josh and Chris had left what seemed like HOURS ago in search of the others, and Ashley just wanted to know if everyone was okay. Strange things had been happening ALL night. Although while she WANTED to find all of her friends herself to put the question to rest, she hadn’t been able to leave the lodge. THANKFULLY her companion had decided to stay behind to keep an eye on her. 

@zoneral​ said: ‘are you okay in there?’

     Fingers grip the counter top of the bathroom sink. Wood digs into calloused pads as he tries desperately to shake the thoughts that threaten to bring him down. To take him to his knees. He doesn’t quite understand what he just witnessed. A man with a burnt face. A red and black striped sweater. The sound of metal as it swishes together, crisscrossing bars jutting out of fingertips. A clawed hand he had never even imagined. Never thought would pierce into his dreams. This nightmare was different. Panic inducing. Sweat trickled down his forehead. The small hairs on the back of his neck prickled upward. Gooseflesh covered his arms. The bags under his eyes were enough to describe the little amount of sleep he had gotten, which, wasn’t much of a surprise. If he was sleeping, it was normally plagued with dreams of his mother’s death. Of the guilt he felt deep inside of him that he never spoke of. The guilt that liked to claw away just under his skin. But this? This nightmare had a living, breathing person in it. No. That wasn’t right. Bellamy knew that the people in his dreams weren’t real. They couldn’t be, but then why was there a long gash just above his left hip? And why did he still feel the stinging sensation that that metal clawed hand had brought the moment it met flesh? The sound of Quentin’s voice knocks him from his thoughts and he takes a breath, hazelnut gaze meeting his reflection. “I’m fine.” He calls back, voice still gruff from sleep as he pushes away from the countertop, turning his back to his mocking reflection before moving to the door, ready to face the male, and when does, there’s curiosity in Bellamy’s gaze. “Not to sound crazy but you ever have dreams that you can’t tell if they’re real or not?”

@zoneral​ said: ‘you need rest.’

     Eyes drift close. There’s a breath upon his worn lips that’s slips out like wind. Bellamy’s body feels exhaustion. It weighs heavy on his bones. His mind never stopping as he wants to keep pushing forward. Keep moving on. There’s so much more that still needs to happen. That needs a leader in it’s stead. “There’s no time.” Bellamy’s voice is clipped but there is no venom in his vocals. No hard edge around the sound. Another breath and he has to make the choice. Stop. Let his body slow down to guide with the exhaustion he’s feeling or keeping going. Pushing forward and fighting onward. Doing what needs to be done because no one else will be there to do it. “We can either get this done together or I’ll do it alone.”

@zoneral​ said: “you aren’t easy to forget.”

     There’s a raise to his left eyebrow. Slight curve causes the left side of lips to raise with it. A smirk sprawling over worn features and the Captain of the Soccer team can’t stop the small build up of a chuckle that rolls over his tongue. There goes that already massive ego of his at the other’s words. A glint hits his hazelnut gaze just then, arms crossing over broad chest as he leans back into the lockers. Class had ended for the day and he knew he’d have to go run laps on the field, but right now? He was enjoying this far too much. Enjoying this view far too much. “What can I say?” Bellamy pauses, smirk growing farther, another chuckle escaping as the glint darkens. “I know a lot of other things about me that aren’t easy to forget too.”

@zoneral​​ said: ❝ do you mind if we stay like this for a little longer? ❞

    Lips part as a yawn escapes through them, deep and needed. Limbs stretching out muscles as his back rests, reclined against a makeshift headboard from fallen scraps of the Drop Ship. The breeze through the tent feels good upon naked skin of his torso. The air smells fresh with leaves and nightly mist. It’s a scent that he’ll never get used to but never tire of so easily. The way the books had described was nothing like reality. Nothing like what he would have imagined. A breath as words sink into his ears. A small, lopsided grin forms upon worn lips as eyelids flutter open, hazelnut gaze shifting to look upon the other male. “Only if you try to sleep a bit longer.” A pause, the grin shifting, smirk spiraling upward even further. “Or else I might have to kick you out.”