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Bitter, distasteful words stung the boy's head. It wasn't per-say his fault for getting the bag. It wasn't his responsibility to remember them. But as usual, Nick was the first one to point fingers. The entire trip to the gas station and back, Nick refused to talk to him. The day before Vergil was supposed to come back to pick them up, Ellis had finally decided enough was enough.
"Ye'w oughta' stop bein' an ass, Nick. It still ain't my fault for the whole damn thing."
Nick squeezed tight on the Ziploc bag, crushing the crust of his sandwich into the inner shape of his fist.
"It is your fault. We wouldn't have this fucking mess if you could remember one goddamn thing besides that idiot friend of yours. Who's probably dead by now anyway, so stop hoping that you're going to find him or some sappy shit. It's not going to fucking happen."
Rochelle and Coach stopped mid-conversation. They knew it was more than likely true, but neither of them wanted to crush the boy's hopes. It seemed as if that was the only thing that the boy had left. He never spoke of his family, he never spoke of a lover, he only spoke of his friends. Probably the only people who kept him going at the end of the day. It was the first time any of them had seen the boy's face fall. His baby blue's filled with tears, and as he vigorously blinked them away they dropped down his face. The mechanic's palms turned up to rub his burning eyes. It was the first time any of them saw the boy cry, as well. What surprised all of them though was the next thing he did.
His fist balled up and swung, nailing Nick right in the jaw.
--
Days had passed after the brawl between the two; tension still tight between them, more or less on Nick's end. They were almost to the bridge by now, but the night had began to creep on the four survivors. Coach nodded at the other three to note how dark it was starting to get. They had learned from past experience that their flashlights only light up a small path in front of them and chances were if one of them got lost that'd be it for them. Rochelle and Coach picked up the pace a little, in search for the next safe house; which left Nick and Ellis trudging behind. It bothered the younger one that they hadn't talked since the fight. It had been days since Nick acknowledged him as a human being, and he couldn't count the number of times Nick threw something extremely close to him almost on purpose. The boy's eyes glanced around, but he wasn't in search of a safe house, he was in search of a place to pull Nick to. Thankfully, the city was filled with deep alley ways.
The mechanic grabbed the conman's suit, yanking him into one of them.
"Hey!"
Ellis' finger gently pressed to Nick's lips as his own lips ran on and on about how guilty he felt for hitting the man and that it was his fault that they left the gun bag on the boat. Nick's eyes dulled to a gentle green simmer as he listened to the boy ramble on; deep down inside he knew it wasn't the boy's fault. And with the sudden apology he couldn't just accept it like it was his fault. The conman cupped the boy's cheek, looking down at him softly.
"El, it's not your fault. Okay? We're all just a little tense right now. With the bridge being a stone's throw away I just didn't want something to happen to any of us and I took it out on you."
The conman swallowed hard as he released the boy's cheek, looking away. He wasn't one for apologies; as a matter of fact the conman never apologized for anything in his entire life. But the boy was worth the embarrassment of admitting he was wrong.
"So, I-I'm sorry."
The mechanic smiled, glancing out the alley then back at Nick. Coach and Rochelle were standing in the street, looking around for the two. We'll find a lie to tell them in a second. Ellis stood on his toes, turning the man's head towards him and gently connecting their lips. His hand rested against the man's racing chest, feeling him lean down to apply more pressure. As Nick moved the boy back against the brick wall, the moment began etching itself in his head. And whether he'd like to admit or not, he was in love with this stupid hick.
"Ye'w oughta' stop bein' an ass, Nick. It still ain't my fault for the whole damn thing."
Nick squeezed tight on the Ziploc bag, crushing the crust of his sandwich into the inner shape of his fist.
"It is your fault. We wouldn't have this fucking mess if you could remember one goddamn thing besides that idiot friend of yours. Who's probably dead by now anyway, so stop hoping that you're going to find him or some sappy shit. It's not going to fucking happen."
Rochelle and Coach stopped mid-conversation. They knew it was more than likely true, but neither of them wanted to crush the boy's hopes. It seemed as if that was the only thing that the boy had left. He never spoke of his family, he never spoke of a lover, he only spoke of his friends. Probably the only people who kept him going at the end of the day. It was the first time any of them had seen the boy's face fall. His baby blue's filled with tears, and as he vigorously blinked them away they dropped down his face. The mechanic's palms turned up to rub his burning eyes. It was the first time any of them saw the boy cry, as well. What surprised all of them though was the next thing he did.
His fist balled up and swung, nailing Nick right in the jaw.
--
Days had passed after the brawl between the two; tension still tight between them, more or less on Nick's end. They were almost to the bridge by now, but the night had began to creep on the four survivors. Coach nodded at the other three to note how dark it was starting to get. They had learned from past experience that their flashlights only light up a small path in front of them and chances were if one of them got lost that'd be it for them. Rochelle and Coach picked up the pace a little, in search for the next safe house; which left Nick and Ellis trudging behind. It bothered the younger one that they hadn't talked since the fight. It had been days since Nick acknowledged him as a human being, and he couldn't count the number of times Nick threw something extremely close to him almost on purpose. The boy's eyes glanced around, but he wasn't in search of a safe house, he was in search of a place to pull Nick to. Thankfully, the city was filled with deep alley ways.
The mechanic grabbed the conman's suit, yanking him into one of them.
"Hey!"
Ellis' finger gently pressed to Nick's lips as his own lips ran on and on about how guilty he felt for hitting the man and that it was his fault that they left the gun bag on the boat. Nick's eyes dulled to a gentle green simmer as he listened to the boy ramble on; deep down inside he knew it wasn't the boy's fault. And with the sudden apology he couldn't just accept it like it was his fault. The conman cupped the boy's cheek, looking down at him softly.
"El, it's not your fault. Okay? We're all just a little tense right now. With the bridge being a stone's throw away I just didn't want something to happen to any of us and I took it out on you."
The conman swallowed hard as he released the boy's cheek, looking away. He wasn't one for apologies; as a matter of fact the conman never apologized for anything in his entire life. But the boy was worth the embarrassment of admitting he was wrong.
"So, I-I'm sorry."
The mechanic smiled, glancing out the alley then back at Nick. Coach and Rochelle were standing in the street, looking around for the two. We'll find a lie to tell them in a second. Ellis stood on his toes, turning the man's head towards him and gently connecting their lips. His hand rested against the man's racing chest, feeling him lean down to apply more pressure. As Nick moved the boy back against the brick wall, the moment began etching itself in his head. And whether he'd like to admit or not, he was in love with this stupid hick.
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a poem about Ellis
his eyes, they glisten with life and light,
despite the fury, the fear and fright,
he sees the world with so much love,
so innocent and white, much like a dove,
when all the world has gone to hell,
on the evil of it all he will not dwell,
I admire it so, his spirit so free,
to think of him fills me with glee,
his name alone, is so sweet to say,
I think about it every day.
oh dearest Ellis, I shall say it true,
but a handsome man I can call you,
and so much more than that, I dare to say,
but you are truely beautiful in everyway,
and if no one else can see it too,
then on my own, i shall love you.
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Beside You
When we were standin' side by side I could feel yer dyin' pulse, didjya know that? It felt like with every beat a little more of yer life was gettin' away. And at the same time, fer some reason, I felt like everything up until that point, apocalypse an' afore, was so small that none of it even mattered.
Afore standin' there I never realized how heavy you were. I guess I shoulda figured 'cause-a how big yer shoulders are an' stuff but yer suit didn't look like it fit so I figured you were smaller'n that. …Anyway, standin' there with yer blood on me an' with you holdin' on an' everythin' felt like some kinda moment that had been waitin
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[ONE-SHOT] [Nellis] Don't Leave Me, Nick...
The battle has ended. This war is over.
The small town was finally enjoying its first quiet night. The explosions had wiped out most of the zombie population, and no more foot-dragging, shuffling sounds ringing around the city, nor do the occasional growls of the Special Infected.
Everything was in peace tonight.
A soft, gentle night breeze picked up, bringing the smell of explosives and rotten flesh along with it. The heat, which was part of the residue from the bombing, had faded, leaving only pure cold chills that strike hard into the bone.
The cold was what shook Ellis awake from his unconscious state. He opened his eyes, and gazed up
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little drabble that came up from a piece done by ~XGerardsxOnlyxLoveX
i think we're alone now
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i think we're alone now
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This is so beautiful ( cries )