forum The Drug (Asylum/Lab RP) [closed]

Started May 24, 2018 by @_sleeby_rat_

tune

Kaz woke with a start, falling off his bed and hitting his head on the corner of the nightstand. Damn nightmares. His mind hadn't lied when it told him he would be lucky if he lived through the morning. He felt something warm on his forehead and hissed slightly as he reached up to touch what felt like a small gash in the skin. His fingers came away red, and he scowled down at them angrily

Aliana wouldn't lie, she couldn't sleep all night. She was to nervoucited. She had already packed everything up and was now sitting on her bed, humming a tune, and swaing to the melody.

At the sound of a thump, Vaughn quickly sat up in bed. He rolled his shoulders back, rubbing at his tired eyes. He looked over at Kaz who was on the floor with a nice sized slice on his forehead. “You always fall of the bed or something?” He asked in a low tone, sounding scratchy and rough from sleep.

Kaz sat up, wincing at the pain in his joints and head. He opened his mouth to respond, but remembering his nightmare he simply shut his mouth and nodded. He began to rummage through his bag, pulling out a small piece of gauze and some medical tape before grabbing a bottle of pain pills

Vaughn frowned slightly when he looked at the pain pills. “Maybe you should slow down with those, you’re going to overdose or something,” he warned as he got out of bed. He stretched his arms out, feeling a few cracks and pops as the stiffness left his muscles.

Kaz didn't know what to do. He wanted to explain that he couldn't really get high off them when his body was in so much real pain in the mornings, but he didn't want to speak in fear Vaughn would get violent. He chose to nod slightly, putting his glasses on and walking into the bathroom

Vaughn collected his clothing into his bag, checking through his things to make sure everything was there. He took a small, simple, silver band from the bag, slipping it onto his right ring finger. He zipped his bag shut, glnancing around the room.

Aliana stood up and paced around the room. Her anxiety was kicking in. Despite her usual carefreeness something about this was setting her off.

Kaz sighed, staring at himself in the mirror. A trickle of blood had made its way down the side of his face, and he scowled. "You are a fucking dumbass," he muttered to himself before grabbing a towel and wiping at the blood. It wasn't too big of a gash, he would manage. He finished wiping the blood away, setting a small square of gauze over it and taping it to his forehead. His hair just so happened to fall halfway over it, which he was grateful for. He took a small cup from the side of the sink, filling it with water and taking a couple of the pills. He drank the water and threw the cup away, walking back into the room quietly

“Pace a little quieter please,” Venezia called. “I’m trying to sleep. It’s really all you do anymore, she thought to herself bitterly. Mom would be so disappointed. Jessie too and you know it. She shook her head sharply. “I mean, I might as well since we’re getting kicked out.”

Aliana turned to Venezia, "It might no be so bad right? I mean this could be the start of a new adventure! That would be cool."

Vaughn’s eyes flicked over to watch Kaz when he stepped back into the room before going back down to his bag. He couldn’t help but feel nervous and anxious from the idea of practically being tested on. What’s the matter Finley, scared of loosing your breath? the whispers taunted, his lungs tightening. He took a breath, shoulders shuddering slightly. He zipped open his bag, taking out what looked like an old Walkman, and a small cassette tape.

Kaz sat down on the bed, throwing the bottle of pills in his bag before zipping it and setting it next to him. He glanced over at Vaughn, noticing the tape. He opened his mouth to ask what kind of music he had before shutting it. He doesn't want to listen to your voice Kaz, his mind sneered. You had better keep it shut before I shut it for you, it threatened

Vaughn opening it, popping the cassette tape inside before shutting it. He connected earbuds to the Walkman, simply staring down at it. His old therapist had given it to him to use when he got stressed. He carried it with him most places, just in case he felt a panic attack coming on. Music seemed to help calm his nerves.

Kaz's shoulders slumped slightly, and he winced as a headache began to form. Wonderful. Just more pain to deal with. He didn't get long to feel sorry for himself though, because several guards opened the door and filed into the room, followed by a scientist. "It's time to go," one of them said, and Kaz felt his lungs tighten

Vaughn gave the guards and scientist a hostile glare, putting one of the earbuds into his ears. He slid his backpack onto his shoulders, stuffing his Walkman into the side pocket. He listened as the music started up. Some alternative song that he couldn’t exactly remember the name of started playing.

Kaz slung his bag across his back, trying to remember how to breath as he walked out. The guards began to escort them down the hallway, and two other groups were leading the other pairs of candidates down the hall behind them. Some of the other residents stopped to stare as they made their way down the hall and out into the yard. A large, armored van was waiting for them, along with more guards carrying what looked like cuffs. The guards behind them shoved them forward, and Kaz felt something click in his brain. Before he knew it he wasn't Kaz anymore and he was socking one of the guards holding the cuffs in the jaw, an angry grin plastered across his face

Vaughn had felt completely calmed by his music, but his eyes widened in surprise when Kaz struck one of the guards. “Las, what the hell?! Are you trying to get yourself killed?!” He shouted, moving to grab Kaz.

Kaz whipped around, a murderous glint in his eyes as he knocked the guard down. He cracked a smile. "Kaz isn't home right now. But I'd be happy to snap your pretty little neck for him," he growled. The scientists backed away in fear, and the guards looked like they were still trying to decide what to do

Aliana looked at the boy who seemed to have snapped. She started giggiling, clapping, and jumping up and down, "Blood and death!" Blood and death!"

Vaughn’s brown raised at that. Kaz had more than once personality? “I’d like to see you try,” he threatened, eyes narrowing sharply. He didn’t seem to show any lack of confidence in himself. Hell, the whispers were cheering him on at that point.

Kaz, or what he had become, took a step closer to him. "You see," he began, looking down at his knuckles, which were streaked with blood from the guard's broken nose, "You've hurt my little Kaz. And last time I checked, only I'm allowed to hurt him," he spat before swinging at Vaughn

Vaughn had allowed the backpack to drop next to him. He jerked back at the sudden swing, growling as he grabbed the sides of Kaz’s head. He slammed his shoe into Kaz’s check before jerking his head down, his knee smashing against the others nose harshly.

Kaz slumped for a moment, falling to his knees. Blood dribbled from his nose, and when he looked up he was grinning. He began to laugh, moving away enough to get to his feet. "Oh, this is lovely. I wanted you to bash Kaz in earlier, but now that I'm in control it's even more fun," he giggled before sweeping one of Vaughn's legs out from under him. He moved above him as Vaughn fell, raising a fist. He seemed to falter for a moment, though, as if this version of Kaz was being held back by the real one

Vaughn took the moment that Kaz paused to grabbed his legs and roughly jerk him to the ground. Once Kaz had fallen, Vaughn was immediately on top of him, pinning him down as his hands gripped Kaz’s throat in a strangling grip.

Kaz gasped, hands flying up to grip Vaughn's arms. He choked, the smile and glint in his eyes leaving as suddenly as they came. "Wh-What's going on?!" he choked out, confusion and fear tying knots in his chest as he looked up at Vaughn. He seemed to not know what was happening, and the guards behind them began shouting something to one of the scientists

The whispers urged Vaughn to keep going, to keep choking the life out of the boy underneath him. And he might have, if he wasn’t dragged to his feet by a guard. He felt a fist slam into the side of his face roughly, and he fell back to the ground from the impact. But he didn’t cry out like one might have. He didn’t even whimper or make a single noise as pain blossomed along his cheekbone and eyesocket.

Kaz gasped, and the glint seemed to come back to his eyes. He didn't make it far before he was grabbed by the shoulders and a needle was jammed into his neck. He screamed and cursed before falling limp, his eyes still open as he was dropped to the ground. In the state he was in, he almost looked dead. "Cuff him to the other one before the paralysis wears off," one of the scientists said, and the guards strapped a pair of cuffs to Kaz's limp wrists before another guard strapped cuffs to Vaughn's. They dragged Vaughn over to Kaz, a retractable cable tying to the other pair of cuffs before Kaz's body was picked up and thrown into the van. The cable obviously didn't stretch very far, as it tugged Vaugh along with it