forum All Is Hell That Ends With ‘Fair’(Closed ~ One-on-One ~ Rated a possible M)

Started March 12, 2020 by @Toxic_Persephone group

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Marcus cursed under his breath, running his fingers through his messy curls. “It’s all so frustrating. We’re trapped like rats and it’s driving me crazy!” He bit his lip, looking around the place once again.

“If we’re rats, we’re also hella resilient,” Cyrus pointed out, “It sucks, but we’ll pull through it.”
Probably. Maybe…
“I think it might be time to off my dad… and I’m not kidding, at all. I know some people who aren’t too keen on his leadership in the first place. I can probably cut a deal with someone.”

Marcus pulled his sleeve up and rubbed at a few of the burn scars he had given himself. He was anxious and usually the burns helped ground himself. But that was self destructive. And he wanted to do better for Cyrus.
“Off him…? I think it might be tome to do that too. I don’t think there’s any other way. It’s the same with Marx.”

“Okay, well since that’s settled, now it’s just a matter of how,” Cyrus said, “I’m seriously thinking of proposing something to my sister. She’s next in line to lead, and while she is cruel, she’s a lot more tactful than our father and thinks he runs the gang sloppily. Not to mention there’s a small faction that absolutely adores her. I could convince her to let Pollux go, among other things, in return for helping her get to the top, and killing the old man myself so she doesn’t have to. She’s ruthless, but he’s family.”

Marcus shivered at the mention of the other sibling. He hadn’t ever met her but Cyrus had said enough to make Marcus weary of the woman.
“You think she’d let you and Pollux go?”

“I know she’d let me go,” Cyrus said, “She thinks I get in the way because of my attitude. As for Pollux, he’ll at least be part of cutting the deal. Well… actually, it’s the Silence who wants him dead, we’re just the ones doing it. And my dad uh… well, he seeks to psychologically torture me wherever he can. Plus he hates that I’m bi, so it was the perfect job that he knew I wasn’t going to do.”
Cyrus frowned and crossed his arms.
“I think she’s my best chance, honestly, Marcus. Besides, with her on my side, I can take him out at home instead of having to find a secluded place to catch him off guard.”

"Then let's go that route, love, if you think it'll be the best way. I just want you to be free, love." Marcus leaned back and thought for a moment, his eyes going dark. "I have a way to off Marx, too. I won't have to lift a finger. There's only one person other than me who can get close enough to kill him." He growled, baring his teeth once again.
"So, lets contact your sister and get rid of your father, and I can contact my way out. I won't like talking to him but he's the only one."

“Right. I’ll get that ball rolling, and I’m going to visit Pollux later this evening, if that’s okay. He said you’re welcome to come with me too,” Cyrus said, “And if you need any help with your part, don’t hesitate to ask me.”

"May I come with you to visit him? I don't like being alone…" he sighed softly and ran his fingers through his hair. "Its not fun at all and my thoughts get dark." Marcus tapped his arms to drive his point, referring to the self harm scars that littered his arms and legs.

Cyrus nodded. “Absolutely. I think I might need some support to. I haven’t shown it, but I’m so shaken from all this…”
He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.
“Sorry you got dragged along into this situation. It turned out alright, I guess, but it still wasn’t great.”

Marcus gestured for Cyrus to move closer, opening his arms. "Come here, Cy," instead of wait for the other to move closer, Marcus moved to him. He wrapped his arms around Cy in a tight hug, kissing his face softly. "Its all okay, I promise. I'm alright and I'm here to support you, Cy. I'll be there with you whenever I can be."

Cyrus sighed in relief.
“I appreciate it, love.”
He returned the hug. As he pressed closer to Marcus, he realized just how hard his heart was thumping in his chest. It wasn’t surprising, given all that had happened, but he was still unsettled.
“Alright, what should we do now? It’s probably not wise to stick around.”

Marcus rubbed soothing circles into Cyrus's back, frowning as he felt how unnerved the other had been.
"Anything for you…" He murmured, giving Cyrus a tight squeeze before he let go and nodded.
"We should leave… Where do you want to go? To visit your friend? To your sister? What do we do if she tells your father about what you want to do?"

“I’m going to message Nina, see if we can talk later. In private,” Cyrus said, “It might be best if we stop by the hospital first after all.”

Marcus nodded, his green eyes turning to look around the apartment one last time. “Be careful with it, okay? I don’t want you hurt… but yes, let’s visit the hospital first.”

Cyrus nodded and went for the door.
“I hate this so much…” he murmured, “God, he was so lucky to be gone. I don’t even… He would’ve fought, but they’d probably have gotten him anyway.”

“We’ll make sure he’ll make it, Cyrus. I promise. I can even hang around and watch his apartment if you want me to. I want to make sure your okay as well as him.” Marcus hummed, tilting his head.

“Thanks, but… I feel like that might be more dangerous for you,” Cyrus said softly, “Depending how long it is before they discharge him, it might not even be necessary. Sucks for him, but… in this case it’s ultimately better.”

“It would be more dangerous, but I’m willing to do so.” He gently tugged Cyrus towards the door, leading him out.
“It would be better for him to stay. Can we request he stay for a little longer? Under the excuse we’re getting his apartment readied for him to come back? Like getting it cleaned or something?”

“Well… we might not have to, depending. They admitted him to the hospital instead of treating him in the ER. Besides, I don’t think that’s a good excuse,” Cyrus sighed, “If I had to guess, he’s probably stuck there for at least two or three days.”
Cyrus headed out the door and closed it behind them.

“Only that much time…?” He muttered, shivering at the thought. Marx wouldn’t be back in town for awhile… would Pollux be safe until Marcus could get Marx killed?
“We need to work fast then…”

“Well, yeah, but that’s a minimum,” Cyrus said, “I think three days is enough for my dad. And that might shake things up enough to buy us more time.”

“Let’s hope. Im worried about Marx. It’s us who want him dead, it might be able to rock the boat enough to stop them though, give us enough time to figure it all out.” Marcus bit his lip, thinking for a moment.

“It’s really all we’ve got,” Cyrus said softly, “I hate taking chances like these, but…”
He shook his head.
“It’s kind of a far walk, I can get us a taxi or something, if you want.”

“If that’s alright. A taxi might work better, we can get to him quicker.” Marcus mumbled, biting at his nails nervously.
“Could we taxi?”

“Yeah, I’ve got cash for the fare,” Cyrus said, gesturing at his pocket.
He walked out towards the street.
“There’s also a bus stop right here, actually. Depends on their stop times though.”

“Sorry for making you pay. I’ll get a real job when I’m free…” He looked away with a guilty expression, leaning against Cyrus as they came up to the street. “Whichever comes first if you’d like. Or anything you’d prefer.”

Cyrus checked the time.
“Bus should make a stop here soon. And don’t worry about paying. Like I said, some of this isn’t even technically my money.”
He smirked to himself.
“Think of it as an involuntary gift from my old man.”
Cyrus started towards the bus stop, which was less than a block down the street, and as soon as he sat down, he could hear the revving of a larger engine down the road.

Marcus let out a soft giggle as he followed Cyrus, looking up at his boyfriend. "Could it be an 'early wedding' gift?" He joked, cracking a small, weak smile.
He turned his head to watch for the bus, the revving peaking his interest. Marcus always was a curious one, even if he hid it when he could.
Marx didn't like it when Marcus focused on something else.

Cyrus felt a little uncomfortable at the mention of marriage already, but it was just a joke so he shrugged it off.
Once the bus approached, he paid the driver their fare and started towards a middle seat. He scooted in towards the window and patted the seat next to him, gesturing for Marcus.