Realistic or Modern Generation 8

[PenBlade1326]

Brax repeated his words to Harley to John as best he could, choking on most of the words. He started to twitch slightly as he laid on the couch, bleeding out. He had been injured by trackers before, but never this bad. These wounds were deep. "I f-failed you all...I'm s-sorry." Brax said, coughing.

 

[Hi Im Red]

"Hey, shh," Harley coaxed the boy, looking up at John, "I don't care, call an ambulance, he might bleed out if you don't," she said. Despite all the biterness, Harley really did care, she just chose not to show that she cared. "Until then, I can do what I can to stop the bleeding, but I don't know if it'll be enough," her voice trailed off as she started to mumble to herself, pushing one hand down hard on the wound. Just slow the bleeding, slow it and he will live. With one bloodied hand she rummaged through the first aid kit, finding the gauze and pressing it down onto the wounds to gather the blood. "You'll be alright, Brax," she said.

 

[wonderboy1234]

"I'm not calling an ambulance. He's not gonna bleed out. Dan was into some fucked up shit. I know how to seal the wounds," he said kneeling next to Brax and applying pressure to gauze on his the wounds,"there should be a sewing kit in the downstairs bathroom. It's around the corner. I need it and a bottle of hydrogen peroxide. Harley get it for me. Now!"


He looked down at Brax and saw the pain he was in and he kissed Brax on the cheek and leaned his head over to Brax's ear and whispered,"Hang on. You're not gonna die on me. I won't let you."

 

[Hi Im Red]

"You're being an idiot by trying to do it yourself," Harley informed their leader. But she got up nonetheless, following the directions that she was given finding the seeing kit easily and looking through the bathroom before finally finding the hydrogen peroxide. She left a terrible mess behind her but it wasn't like she cared. Harley ran back to the living room and placed the things onto the coffee table.

 

[PenBlade1326]

Brax tried to say something back, but the pain and blood loss made him pass out as John whispered those words in his ear. Brax now lied on the couch, cold and still. Still alive, but hanging on for dear life. He was a fighter...he wouldn't go down so easily.

 

[wonderboy1234]

"He's unconscious. Harley hold the gauze in place for me. I have to sterilize the needle," he said taking the sewing kit and the hydrogen peroxide from Harley. He pulled a needle and some thread from the sewing kit and threaded the needle as fast as he could but he was stressed and his fingers were slightly shaking. He was able to successfully thread the needle and he opened the bottle of peroxide and lowered the needle down into the bottle by the thread. He counted to ten and then pulled the needle out of the bottle going to work on Brax. He started on the firsts gash and then slowly went to all the others until Brax's wounds where stitched up nicely. Obviously Jonathan wasn't a professional but they did the job good enough. He looked at Harley and stated,"Bandage him up. We'll have to stay here till he can travel. He's gonna be in a shit ton of pain when he gets up. Dan used to like painkillers and poppers. I'll see if I can find any."

 

[PenBlade1326]

Brax shift ever so slightly in his unconscious state. He winced as John went to work on him. Of course he couldn't feel anything since he was out cold, but his body still felt the pain as he slept. Sweat now started to form on his skin. Brax was injured, upset, worried, panicked, and exhausted when he passed out...that combination was having bad effects on him. But he'd be alright. Though to be honest, Brax would question John about why he was so intent on saving him. Brax thought of himself as just a fighter in a group of runaways not worth the dirt he walked on...or at least that's what his parents imprinted in his brain. His fingers began to slowly claw at the couch cushion as he lied there.

 

[Hi Im Red]

Harley took the bandaging process slowly, she didn't want to cause him anymore pain. And with how slow she was going, it would take her twenty minutes tops to finish. She had just finished cleaning the blood off of the wounds as Beax started to claw at the cushions. Hesitantly, she placed a hand over his head and stroked his hair gently. She hummed quietly, the tune of a lullaby her mother would sing to her when she was sick. When it came down to it, Harley had a lovely voice when singing, which isn't something you'd expect, but it was true. She wanted to wait now, to finish bandaging him, at least until he calmed himself. It was still a mystery to her why he was like this, never actually paying attention to what he had to say.

 

[PenBlade1326]

Brax began to calm down. He shook slightly as he lied there. In his sleep he continued to whisper words such as, "Ian..sorry....others...let them down..." He whispered in his sleep. He stopped clawing the couch, after he made a small hole in it, of course. He breathed slowly, skin still glistening in sweat and tears.

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

(I am...My Notifications just stopped....)


Tony watched the others from a distance. He was still limping and his head still ached from his former injury, and as such he was leant against the wall, watching the others

 

[PenBlade1326]

Brax kept repeating his words of disappointment in himself in his sleep. His skin that glistened with the sweat and tears from the events of the night still covered his skin. His head slowly drifted sideways as he began to rest comfortably on the couch, breathing slowly and steadily. The amount of blood he's lost can either prove fatal, or just damaging...Brax will probably pull through the night, but will he be ready to fight once he awakens? It's in his nature to want to rescue Ian...he can't sit by...but he's hurt. When he wakes up, what will happen?

 

[Hi Im Red]

Harley waited for Brax to calm before her gentle hands went back to bandaging him up. Once she was done she let out a sigh and went to the kitchen to get herself a drink. The liquor was a bonus. She traveled back into the living room pulling up a chair next to where Brax was passed out, his words finally making sense in her head and one person came to mind; Ian. Everything was on alert and she knew that something had happened to him.


Ian came to very groggily being sedated and thrown over some trackers shoulders and bound wrist all while being thrown into the back of a van was definitely not his favourite thing to do, but hey, not much that he could do when Dr. Peter was involved. He could still feel the bumps beneath him as they road over every single pothole in the road. Nothing was making sense, this was not the car they hijacked, he looked up and all the blood drained from his face. Ian tried to move himself back into the corner wall, much like he would do back at the facility and someone had come into his cellar. He didn't get to the corner though, no he bumped into the feet of a tracker and was now fully terrified. Forced to look at the menacing Dr. Peter, but he dared not say a word to him.

 

[PenBlade1326]

As Brax lied on the couch, now fully bandaged and taken care of, he had this pitiful look on his face, breaking his tough exterior. The soldier everyone knew him as had ceased to exist. He had this overwhelming guilt from letting Dr. Peters take Ian. Ian was his comrade...now he was a prisoner. Brax's face showed pain, both physical and emotional. He kept repeating his words from before about how he had let everyone down, how he was sorry. Whenever Brax would wake up, he'd beat himself up over this.

 

[PenBlade1326]

As time went on, Brax slowly began to wake up. His eyes opened, looking pained and one of them looked a little beat up around it. He grunted and struggled to sit up, straining himself as he arose. He grabbed his stomach area where he had been stabbed, he still felt a tad whoozie from the blood loss and the stab wound. "Wha...what happened?" He asked, knowing what happened...but he hoped it was only a terrible dream.

 

[wonderboy1234]

Jonathan headed upstairs to look for painkillers for Brax. He entered the bathroom on the second floor of the house and opened the medicine cabinet. He found some Advil nothing stronger. He knew the strong shit would probably be Dan's old room. He headed towards it, with each step his stomach felt like it was getting more and more knotted. He opened the door and he felt sick, like he was going to throw up. He took a deep breath through his nostrils and looked around the room. He found the illegal painkillers Oxycodone, OxyCotin, and some other bottle (he didn't recognize the name on). He took them and the Advil and headed downstairs.


Drax was still asleep then. He'd placed the painkillers on the counter in the kitchen and had gone over to the sleeping Brax. He had brushed a strand Brax's black messy hair behind his ear and had looked down at him with sorrow. He worried he was a terrible leader. Ian was gone and Brax was injured. It was hopeless to try and go after Ian, after all there were only 5 of them now. He leaned next to Brax and kissed his forehead and stroked the back of his hand with his fingers.


"You could never love me Brax...I'm too broken for even you to fix," he whispered softly into the sleeping boy's ear.


Before getting up he'd kissed Brax's hand and said a little prayer to God (something he hadn't done in a very long time.) He prayed that Ian would be ok and could gain the courage and to escape and someone find the group. Also he prayed for guidance on how to be a better leader. He headed upstairs and entered his old room. He sat on the bed and and threw the husky stuffed animal at the wall and broke down into tears.

 

[PenBlade1326]

Brax had now fully awoken. "What?" He asked, but John was already gone. Brax rubbed his forehead, feeling groggy and in massive amounts of pain. He got up from the couch after John went to his old room. But Brax lost his balance, still feeling light-headed and he fell down. He groaned. Brax slowly rose to his feet and placed a hand on his stomach over his wounds. They hurt like Hell. Even though Brax was conscious while John was down there a few moments ago, he looked like he was sleeping. Brax didn't really hear him though, his head was ringing. Brax explored the level of the house he was in, Harely was somewhere else in the house. Hopefully getting some rest. He wandered into the backyard. He sensed no EM signatures...he and the group were safe here. Brax immediately went to work. He started training, punching and kicking in the air. He was training for a fight...Never will I let something like this happen again...I'll die fighting those things if I have to. He thought as he trained. He let out small, barely audible grunts as he trained. He was in loads of pain...from anyone else's POV, Brax looked like he was barely moving, struggling to just keep himself standing. But he kept training.

 

[Hi Im Red]

Harley was in fact sleeping in the kitchen, sitting on a stool, her head on top of the counter. She had gotten up a little while ago for another drink and ended up sitting down and next thing she knew she was falling asleep. Stirring in her sleep as she heard Brax falling, but it wasn't enough to pull her from her sleep. It's been a while since she has had a well resting cat nap, and this one was feeling nice and refreshing. After a while, of sleeping, her senses picked something up; nothing life threatening but it was movement and at the moment she thought everyone to be either asleep or not moving outside the house, unless by some miracle it was Snake Boy. That thought got her on her feet and she followed the senses, she followed them right into the backyard and her thoughts of Ian returning instantly vanished and she ran to Brax's side, "What the hell do you think you're doing? You'll rip the stitches, come on, Brax you're smarter than this," she said wrapping her arm gently around his side to bring him back inside.


Ian spent the rest of the ride in the back of the van or truck or whatever it was they were in, cowering, eyes looking around the small space that he was in. If there was one thing he hated more than being alone, it was being trapped in a small enclosed space with three other people. His wrists were beginning to get sore from the tight metal chains that bound his hands together, he was glad it was dark where he was, this way no one could see his tear stained cheeks, or his bloodshot eyes. Ian could defiantly feel a gun that was pointed to his back every time he made a noise and it had shut him up quite easily. Now the only question was, what the hell did Dr. Peter want with him?

 

[PenBlade1326]

Brax lightly shrugged Harley off of him. "I deserve getting my stitches ripped out after I let those bastards take Ian...I let you guys down, I've gotta make up for it by training." Brax said, going back to the motions of training. "Ian's my friend...my teammate, and I was too weak to stop the Trackers. Now if they come back what if they took you? Or Danny? Or John? Or Tony? I couldn't live with myself if one they took someone else...I'm a failure...and I won't rest until I'm able to kill those things with one punch." Brax said, firmly. "Go back inside...check on John and the others...I've got work to do." He said, continuing on with his training. He was being very hard on himself...he vowed to get Ian back, and work extra hard to protect the others.

 

[Hi Im Red]

"Brax," Harley said he tone stern and serious, "Ian is a trooper. He can fend for himself just until you get better. It'll only be a couple of days. Until then we can maybe try and tract him an see if there are any unknown facilities around, then when you're better, train all you want. Hell I'll even help you; just please go back in and rest, I don't want to see you hurting yourself too. We've already had Ian taken from us, we can't risk having you gone too." Harley placed a hand over Brax's hand to stop the punches, looking him in the eyes wanting him to stop until he was better.

 

[PenBlade1326]

"I'm sorry Harley...but I've gotta keep going. I can't be weak..." Brax said, gently removing her hand and walking to the wooden fence and unloaded punches into it like it was one of those 'inflatable boxing buddies' they sell in toy stores. He kept a steady movement going as he punched the fence, disciplining himself the only way he knew how. All he wanted was for Harley to check on everyone else and see if they're okay. He was in loads of pain, but he wouldn't stop. This was clear. His grunts as he punched were violent, pained. It'd be better for him to be alone...though he appreciated Harley's actions. 
Brax continued his vigorous training while unleashing his pain and all the anger at the Trackers and himself into the wooden fence of the dead pervert's house. He started punching so hard that his knuckles soon began to get a little scratched up and bloody. Like losing more blood will hurt me...He thought.

 

[wonderboy1234]

Jonathan heard Brax outside. He got up from his spot on the bed and wiped a few stay tears from his eyes. He went over to the window and peeked through the blinds down at Brax. His movements were short and awkward. The pained look on his face crushed Jonathan. Why was Brax doing tins to himself. He was gong to hurt himself even more. He pulled open the window and climbed out onto the roof.


He'd done this before, mostly to get away from Dan when he was drunk but he also found he liked looking at the stars. He sat down pulled his legs to his chest and watched Brax. Jonathan sighed and watched Brax punch the fence with all his might. Jonathan couldn't take Brax hurting himself like this anymore. He spread out his wings and glided onto the ground and pinned Brax's arms behind his back.


"Stop this soldier! Ian's gone and your hurt! Snap out of it. That's an order! Nobody blames you! We'll figure out what to do in the fucking morning!"

 

[Hi Im Red]

"Once your out of his sight he'll go right back at it," Harley called from the open window. She couldn't sleep, nor did she want to, and so after taking a peek in the yard to see if Brax was still breathing, and checked on Danny and Tony, she went up to see John, whom just so happened to be jumping through the window at the time. "But that's not my problem," she said closing the window so a draft wouldn't come into the house, it was cold enough in the damn place as is. She stalked her way down the stairs going through the duffel bags, looking over their supplies and taking out what they didn't need. They had to travel light if they were planning an attack, but they had to travel light anyway. Take what you need; spare nothing more.

 

[PenBlade1326]

"Get off of me..." Brax said, still intent on training with the fence. "This is nothing compared to what they did to us in New Genesis, John...you should know that. I let them take Ian, and now they're doing God-knows-what to him..." Brax said. "This isn't about orders...or strategy or tactics! This is about survival now!" He yelled, shaking John off of him. He stopped punching the fence, tiny spots of blood were on the wood, as well as his knuckles. Sharks get a weird frenzy thing from smelling blood...it was the same for Brax. "J-just...just leave me alone...please..." Brax said, slighty calmer and pleading to simply be alone.

 

[wonderboy1234]

"I refuse to let you go on like this. Ian may be gone but we'll get him back. He's strong. He'll be strong for a few days while you heal and we plan how to get him out. We have to be smart about this! Conserve your energy and you'll heal faster. Brax I care about you...a lot. If you won't stop this for yourself do it for me and the others! Get inside and rest! That's an order," Jonathan belted sternly. He grabbed Brax's hands and squeezed them,"Brax stop...I think I love you...Stop doing this to yourself."


Jonathan tried to cover his mouth. Crap. He'd told Brax something he was hoping Brax would never need to know. He stared at Brax and lowered his eyes feeling unhonored and unworthy of being in his sight. He lifted his gave for a moment and not approvingly said,"Do what you want. We can't save Ian till you heal." With those last words he shoved Brax back a little and started back towards the house.

 

[PenBlade1326]

Brax watched John go in the house. "Shit..." He whispered to himself and punched a hole clean through the wooden fence. He walked to the other side of the yard and paced around. He saw that Dan had a pool...Brax felt most comfortable in the water. He couldn't drown, he had gills. So he decided to dive in, fully clothed and headfirst into the cool, refreshing water. The blood from his hands and from under his bandages began surging through the water and turning it red in some places. Brax was fine, though. he swam under the water, forgetting about his injuries and simply letting his inner shark have some...playtime in the water. He thought about what John said, going over it in his head. He then thought about Ian, and how they'd get him back. He didn't feel like it was John's job, or Harley's...it was his own. He felt like a failure, and would use every ounce of his power to make things right. He surged through the water, smelling the blood and going on a 'frenzy'. But he was calm now...so calm. 
Brax floated around in the water, contemplating what was going on in his head...Having John say that, having the guilt of Ian, it got to him...it really did. He got out of the water, clothes soaked and bandages dampened. That didn't matter to him...he went back to training on a part of the fence he hadn't broken yet. John was a good person...so's Harley, and Ian, and the others. Why was he being so short with them? All Brax wanted to do was train, to punish himself and just forget.