Fight to the Death

“Blaire?”

'Who the hell is it' My mind screamed as I started shaking crazily in my skin. I bit my lip in the process as well, meanwhile trying to stay as quiet as possible as I attempted to cover my whimpers of both fright and pain.

“Blaire... it's Zacky.” I quickly lunged my body to the side so that I could reach over and flip on the dim light that was available in the room. After doing so, I saw clearly that the “voice” was being truthful in his words. There was Zacky, holding his hand over his eyes in an attempt to shield them from the sudden brightness (even though it wasn't bright at all, just barely a soft glow like what you would get from a couple of glow-sticks minus the crazy neon colors.)

“Thank God its only you.” I sighed in relief.

“What do you mean, only me? Who did you think it could- wait. Don't answer that.” He sat down on the bottom of the bed and laid back. His body was still opposite sides from mine, technically. I was at the very top of the rectangular object while he was at the foot, or bottom of it. For some reason that alone left me... unsettled. My stomach all twisted in knots of nervousness.

“Did you want something?” I asked in an audible whisper; however, he never answered. I slowly moved so I was closer to his closed-eyed face and ultimately, his body. “ZACKY.” I whisper-yelled directly next to his ear after I lent down on my elbows. He jumped or rather flinched at my sudden actions and looked at me confused while I went into a laughing fit. I only stopped when his face turned literally in a hard scowl-like stone-like well...hardness. “What are you thinking about?” I asked after a long bout of painstaking silence. He only sighed.

“I'm gonna get you out...”

“Sure.” I scoffed at his bluntness amongst that prior sentence.

“No I'm serious...” His voice was harsh. Had I offended him in some way? Sounds like it.

“Ah huh?” I mumbled in a not-so-sure kinda way. God, would I LOVE to get out but I highly doubt that is possible. I'm stuck here until further notice. I'm stuck in HELL for the rest of the semester minimum

How long is the semester by the way? I need to ask someone...maybe, him, (Zacky) about it. I want to know how long I'm stuck in here. Why didn't I ask before, why didn't I think of asking before.

Hummmm....maybe because I was in pain and getting beat up unfairly!?!?

“...I have this feeling. Like something bad is going to happen and I don't want anything to happen to you... And hurt you more than you already are-”

“I'm fine...” I cut him off, lying through my ears.

“Babe...You. Are. Fucking. Lying.” I looked away from his seemingly intense stare and bit down on my swollen lip, nervously.

“How then? My brother will find out, and its not like any where else will take me... He doesn't fucking want me either.” I mumbled under my breath, realization dawning on me harshly. Luckily I'm pretty sure he didn't hear the last parts. It was hard for me to not choke on those words.

“The guys and I have been talking. Ever since the new guy took over” He paused at stared at my face, I could feel him doing so without even looking back at him in return. “things have changed. He's hurting people just like he did to you, just not as badly... I cant, we cant do this... punishment as in isolation and a few slaps on the wrist are one thing... torture is inhumane, just...wrong. It's wrong in so many ways... He's gonna end up killing people... killing you.”

I looked at him and our eyes bore into one another's, despite him still being technically upside down, for what seemed like hours. But in the back of my mind, there was also Shadows... the way he had looked at me too. His face I just couldn't shake from my mind, no matter how hard I actually tried, which wasn't that hard to tell you the truth.

The way the both of them acted was also at the fore... Like how they acted almost jealous of one another. Its ludicrous to think about really; why would either of them like me? The kiss Zacky and I had. It had to be a spur of the moment thing... right? I mean, I'm 16 and a fuck up, neither of them should care. Why the hell don't they have girlfriends. Oh, shit. Or do they?! Man, they probably do... Fuck, I'm screwing their lives up in only a matter of a few seconds. Damn.

“Here.” He broke the silence and my numb, distant thoughts. I broke the stare quickly coming back to my body once again, in a way, to see a small bag in his up raised hand. I grabbed for it and he dropped the tiny plastic baggie into my hand. Inside seemed to have sealed, all of my jewelry. Every little tiny piece that I had brought with me, on me in the past. I raised an eyebrow looking at all of the silver and multi-colored jewelry, then looked back to his smirking face. Wonder and confusion as to why he had given it back, there in my thoughts.

“Why are you giving me these?”

“What. You don't want them?” He smirked an all to knowing smirk and held his hand out teasingly like he was about to take the bag back from my hand. He rolled over; now he was laying on his stomach and had his elbows holding him up on the bed.

“Well yeah I do...its just why are you giving them to me?”

“I'm. Giving. You. Them... To. Wear.” He said slowly acting as if I was 3 years old.

“Really?” I said in a smart ass voice. He nodded while laughing slightly. I rolled my eyes... “The holes are probably all closed up already. And I don't feel like getting in any more trouble thank you very much.”

“Nah, I doubt they're closed the whole way, and you will not get in trouble, promise. Now, come here.” He jumped up and grabbed my hand, pulling me gently behind his larger frame towards the bathroom. He led me to the busted up mirror and sink before lifting me up so I was sitting on its ceramic edge. All the while, I was wondering what exactly his plans where as well a s what he was gonna do.

“I'm just going to have to take them out before class...” I couldn't bare to think about the pain of harshly making them go through the enclosing holes only to have to rip out the various metals out a few minutes to hours later due to class.

“Nahh, no one is going to care. The teachers may notice but I highly doubt you will get into any trouble for me giving you them and putting them in.” I bit my lip... I was in no way shape or form going to get the shit beat out of me again for this of all things. I could deal without the piercings for a while, not having them is better than punishment for having the jewelry in. I would rather be punished for back talking or something that called for a certain degree of punishment, not quite liking what I would really get per-say but it was at least something to be “proud” about. It wouldn't make me look like a sissy that's for sure.

Please don't mind my not making sense, I hardly understand myself...

He held out his hand which I dropped the bag into. I figure I can hide the ones in my ears and take out the 2 in my lip pretty easily. I guess

I had a feeling he would make me agree to allow HIM to put them in anyways. I personally don't really see the difference. In fact its a bit odd to have someone else put in your jewelry if you get what I mean. I put them in or he does, either way they are going to be there in the semi closed holes one way or another.

He dug around in it until he got all of the various studs, barbells and rings out. I quickly tied up my hair into a make-shift bun type style, reluctantly nonetheless, while I watched him wash his hands in the never warming water.

“Hey.” I giggled and kicked his leg with my foot as he splashed the freezing cold water up at me.

“OW!” I rolled my eyes, I did NOT kick him hard at all. “Okay this may hurt... just a little fuckin' bit” I grimaced as he took out the studs that would go into my lip. I held onto his shoulders and closed my eyes as he pushed the straight bar through the hole on the right side of my lip. He took it out quickly leaving stinging pain behind. Then he proceeded to put it in correctly, with the flat part inside of my mouth. He did the very same with the other side.

Ick, I tasted blood flowing into my mouth and slightly down my chin.

Next, there were a pair of soft lips against my own.

“That didn't hurt did it?” He whispered after kissing me. His forehead laid lightly against my own as his and my lips just barely touched still, brushing as he talked. Me in a daze could only thing of an answer to that previous question.

It wasn't bad. I thought it would be worse. Thank God neither were infected, that would be a fucking bitch.

I leaned away and nodded pouting at the same time, I was technically kidding but he didn't know. He kissed me once more quickly, before wrapping his arms around my waist. Truth is it only burned now, like after a fresh piercing, it felt warm..

“Sorry.” He smiled against my neck afterward. “What else?” I turned my head to the left so he could see my ear.

“It's infected...” I mumbled, knowing for sure that my industrial piercing was no question about it, as he brushed the loose hair away.

“Holy shit it is. But you have to put it back in or it will close with the infection in it...” I grabbed the bar out of his hand and rinsed it in cold water. I jumped down and looked in the mirror at the red swollen part of the upper cartilage of my ear. I wrinkled my nose in disgust. “Give it.” I shook my head at his demands before I unscrewed the balled ends of it off. He grabbed it out of my hand before I could do anything more.

I let him push it through the two holes quickly. It fucking burned and stung like hell. Fuck. I bit down on my already swollen lip hard enough to taste blood again while I quickly screwed the ends back on before pain came because of the action. Thank goodness that's it besides the three in my ear lobs; those definitely could wait, they wouldn't close easily. I've had them pierced for more than 11 years without every taking out the stud for more than the few seconds it took to put in a brand new one so they wont close very quickly.

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“I've been thinking of ways to get you out.”

“um okay.” I mumbled a hour later as I walked into my room and put my clothes into a pile in the corner. I got a shower and changed into a tank top and shorts while he waited alone in my “room,” doing who only knows what.

“You look hot with those.” I looked at him questioningly... He sat up and touched my lips slightly. Oh. (Only he would think that.) I rolled my eyes and scoffed as I laid down on the bed on the side that touched the wall; I was literally touching the wall. There was a safe enough distance in between us that way.

“I'm thinking murder is out... sooooo that means food poisoning is out too... maybe- Wait! Maybe we can sneak you out?” He wiggled his eyebrows weirdly at the last suggestion he made.

“Yeah whatever” I mumbled starting to fall asleep.

“What about if we all quit and I put you into one of my suitcases?”

“Ahhh hum.” I wasn't comprehending what he was saying now, only mummbling randomly, “ah hum” is what came out first.

“Or we could- you're falling asleep.” he said laughing a little.

“Umm” I yawned.

“Go to sleep. I'll see you in the morning babe.” He kissed my temple and went to get up.

“Noo don't gooo.” I whined, grabbing him. I just remembered something all of a sudden. “Stay please! There's a crazy, mean guy who comes here in the morning and he's mean and I... he was gonna choke me... and he hit...I..he did.. never mind...” I wasn't making any sense, he laughed again as my eyes started to close once again.

“Fine,I'll stay... I won't let the crazy mean guy hurt you.” I would have punched him for mocking me with his laughing voice but I was dead to the world. The last thing I remember was feeling something move and stay slightly across my stomach. I tensed up at the touch of whatever it was but relaxed as sleep quickly overtook my battered looking and feeling body.

“WAKE UP!!!” Someone suddenly yelled jostling me immediately awake. I jumped from the booming sound and sat up, an arm fell into my lap for a moment in the process as I shielded my eyes from the extremely bright light coming from the outside hallway, filling the small room with ease. I felt someone jump from beside me and move their arm instantly as well... Zacky. I smiled at the thought before I seen the person in the doorway.

His face held the most sadistic smirk I have ever seen in my 16 years of life.