The Many Faces of Walter Reid Ericks

☺Get Well Soon ☺ || Waxi-MW

Maxi watched him. No thoughts through her mind, just genuinely watched him, which was a rare thing for her. She watched as the two orderlies patted him down. She watches his reaction and the thought of why flutters through her mind. Most everyone here gets that treatment anyways. She doesn’t turn away to hide the fact she was watching. She rubs her neck, a trait she’s picked up since they took her locket.  She glances to her new company. “He sure is something, I suppose.” She says just as coolly as she started before.”

Walter sat alone in the corner of the craftroom after the other orderly had finally left, assuring he wasn’t near anything but the dull coloured pencils, faded markers and slightly wrinkled paper. He began to draw things called brain maps that a kid in there a few years back taught him about. He sketched the layouts of buildings, streets, fountains, even trees before he began to slowly colour, concentrating hard on it. The orderly with Maxi smiled before the other came up. “Oi, dude. They have the fries today!” “Ooh! Well, you have a good day, miss,” he nodded, running off to join his friend in the line for reheated cafeteria tray meals.

☺Get Well Soon ☺ || Waxi-MW

She didn’t know why she was staring at the other, just that he was. He always pulled her attention to him, no matter what sh was looking at, no matter what thoughts traveled though her mind. Right now, She was on the normal I wish I could kill my siblings and I wish I was dead right now tangent in her head. In fact, she just figured out a very nice way to cut off Kass’ head with a shoelace. Then him and his arms distracted her and her mind wandered to his back story, feeling nosy. She sighs heavily and blinks, shaking her head and staring out again, and back at that damn boy damn it. She was just trying to see if she could figure a way to pull Colin’s spin through his mouth when the boy spoke, jarring her out of her thoughts. “You know, It’s also very impolite to assume someone is staring at you and your scars.” She says cooly with no emotion, despite knowing she was staring at him and his scars.

Walter frowned at the attitude shot at him and almost immediately regretted ever opening up his mouth and using his poor excuse of a voice to accuse the girl. But, he knew. He always knew. Without a second word, he got up and snatched his tray off the table, throwing his food out and putting the paper dishes in the bin, dumping the water out and putting the glass in the sink, placing the tray on the counter. He didn’t look at her but cringed out of embarrassment and shame as the younger orderly called to him. “Walter! You know the drill.” He was suddenly accompanied by a guy at least a few inched shorter and spread his arms and legs, letting the youth pat him down to check for anything. Couldn’t have any shards of plastic like last time and just barely miss a major artery. “Alright. All clear.” Walter rolled his eyes, “Great. Can I go now?” The youth sighed and ushered him out, letting him go to the craft room. The orderly sat next to the disgruntled Maxi, “Innit he a wonder?”

Walter drops Maxi off for her first day at Harvard

Hell On Earth || Waxi-ZA

Maxi’s body shook with pure fear as she curled into his arms and shook her head. “N-no… you were late. I know we agreed to stay in but I got worried. I thought…. that maybe.” She takes a deep breath, shaking her hands. “Im okay… are you okay?”

“Yeah, baby, I’m fine,” He sighs and holds her close to his chest, petting her hair, “Sh, sh, sh. It’s okay, now.” He kisses her forehead, “Stay here.” He gets up, closing the door, barricading it and grabbing his gun, turning the safety back on before sitting back down with her, “There were four...If I had been later...”