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Title: Familiar Realm
Author: atrocious_x
Pairing: Matt // Zacky
Rating: NC17 (later chapters)
Summary: [Extreme AU]. `They say every time the bell sounds, an angel gets their wings...`
Disclaimer: Not real, dur.
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So sorry it's taking so long to update. Not only do I have limited time on this computer, but my Muse seemed to have gone on vacation for like two weeks straight. I can't guarantee that it won't happen again, but I can promise to try and finish this as quickly as I can, so I don't have to make you wait anymore.
Familiar Realm
Chapter 04
I just stared at him for a moment, wondering why he was being so open with me. He probably felt the connection between us that I felt -- I couldn't explain it, but it was there.
"So...you were condemned..." I said, unsurely. "To stay here?"
"Exactly." he replied.
"And Jimmy?" I questioned, pointing off towards where the taller man had disappeared.
He nodded. "Him too," he said. "And Johnny -- all of us for the same reason."
"At the same time?" I asked, figuring I'd found out who Johnny was soon enough.
"No." Matt answered, "They were here before me." he paused as one of his arms bent over his shoulder, aimlessly touching his back. I was almost caught up in the way his muscles moved under his skin. "They did this to me."
I was appalled; he was living, and being all buddy-buddy, with the men who'd cut off his wings?
"It's their job." he said, noticing my expression. "Everyone is sent here when condemned -- it's their choice to stay; so far I'm the only one who's chosen that."
"Who cut off their wings?" I asked. "Each other?"
"No." he said. "The ones with their job before them left, we didn't find out why."
I said nothing, and he started to pull on his shirt again. I watched the muscles some more, so unable to help myself.
"How painful was it?" I asked randomly.
"Worst pain I've ever felt." he said slowly. "And I've been here hundreds of years -- felt a lot of pain."
He sat down as I fell silent once more, and he resumed shuffling cards. I swallowed, watching his hands.
"I think you're the first person to not to laugh at me, and leave." he said slowly, tone amused. "Besides other angels of course."
"How many angels have been condemned?" I asked, I couldn't imagine there was a lot.
"Hundreds, even millions." he said.
I fell silent again, not knowing what to say. I looked back down at his hands, but then my eyes traveled up his arms. There were long scars, gashes in his skin -- whenever he'd done that, he'd meant business.
"As you can see," he said, raspy voice interrupting my thoughts. "Though I've tried; I can't die."
I raised my gaze awkwardly to meet his. It reminded me vaguely of the movie "The Crow". In the original story line, Eric Draven tried to kill himself, but since the crow made him immortal, he obviously couldn't, and his wounds would only heal -- that part wasn't shown in the movie though. I opened my mouth trying to say something, but failed and shook my head, looking down again.
"So tell me about this dream you had about me." he said.
I felt my face heat up; I'd forgotten that I'd mentioned having a dream about him.
"It was just...Jimmy I guess, cutting...you know.." I didn't know how to say this. "Your wings."
He smirked again, this time at my inability to speak. "Think you'll stop stalking me now that you know my story?" he asked.
I snorted, but before I could answer, one of the doors I'd come in opened loudly. I turned in my chair as Matt glanced up. I took in his appearance quickly -- he was short, and his hair was dyed a bright red color. He was wearing your everyday jeans and black tee shirt, carrying a paper bag, and smoking a cigarette.
"That was fast." Matt replied as the guy headed towards us.
He shrugged, setting the bag on the table. He glanced at me, then back at Matt questioningly.
"This is Zack." he said, "Zack -- Johnny."
The man extended a hand, pulling his cigarette from his mouth with the other. "Nice to meet you." he said, though I couldn't tell if he was speaking truthfully or not.
"You too." I said.
When we'd reclaimed our hands, he took a drag of his cigarette, glancing around.
"Where's Jim?" he asked.
"He was in the garage." Matt said, pushing the bag across the table slightly so he could continue shuffling -- it was easy to assume that he only shuffled because he needed something to do with his hands.
Catching sight of this, Johnny grabbed the bag again. He threw a polite smile at me, before turning and heading off down the hallway Jimmy had disappeared down. Matt watched his retreating back for a moment before glancing back at me.
"I have to go somewhere." he said. "You can stay here if you want, or you can go back to wandering the streets."
"I can't come with you?" I asked.
He smirked. "You don't have a crush on me, do you?" he asked playfully.
I felt my face heat up again. "No." I said quickly. "I just meant -- I just wanted --"
"Whoa, calm down buddy." he said, grinning. "I was just kidding -- but no, you can't come with me."
"Well...what is there to do around this place?" I asked, throwing a glance around.
He shrugged. "You could just like...look around or something, I don't fuckin' know."
I grinned, and looked down as he stood up, setting the deck of cards on the table.
"You could play a game of solitaire or something." he said, "Get Jim and John and you guys can have a round of Go Fish, seeing that Johnny sucks at poker."
I smirked. "Are you good at poker?" I asked, accusingly.
"I'm the best there ever was." he said, before heading passed me towards the doors.
I turned in my chair, but neither of us said anything else as he left. I sat there for a few moments, before I stood up, deciding to take Matt up on the offer of looking around. I didn't want to go down the corridor both Johnny and Jimmy had disappeared down, so I chose the one opposite to that.
The first room I looked in was a pretty nice sized room, but was empty. Against the wall there was a cot-like bed, and there was just something in me that told me it was Matt's. Making a mental note to come back to this room, I left it, and continued down the hall. Most of the other rooms were empty; I found a bathroom that was reasonably clean, a few storage closets, and another make-shift bedroom, this time with a big mattress on the floor. I hated to assume things about people, but I guessed that this room was Jimmy and Johnny's; they seemed to be pretty close -- more than just friends.
Kind of put down that there was nothing exciting to be found, I headed back to Matt's room. As I sat down on the cot, I ignored the sound it made. I couldn't imagine how someone as big as Matt could sleep on it, I could just picture him sitting down and it collapsing.
I laid down on it, facing the doorway, and realized how depressing this room seemed. It was no wonder why Matt was so angsty. It was strange, but even though I knew that my problems were nowhere near the size of his, he and I were alike. I hated to say it, but I felt more comfortable with him than I did with Brian.
Brian couldn't understand me, even though he tried really hard. Matt understood me without me saying anything. Brian was generally a happy person, and the only thing that remotely saddened him was missing a date with Michelle (or me being the stubborn jackass I was). Matt seemed to get happy for about a millisecond, before he slipped back into his angst.
I didn't want to sound fatheaded, but I felt that Matt needed me, and I needed him. It was hard to explain, so I didn't even try anymore, instead feeling myself slipping into a restless sleep.
~x~
I opened my eyes, taking in a deep breath. My vision was blurred from grog, but as it cleared I found myself staring at two denim clad legs. I lifted my gaze, and found that Matt was leaning against the doorframe, strong arms crossed over his chest, and look of amusement on his face.
"I thought you'd left." he said.
I sat up quickly, but realized this was a bad idea as I got a head rush. "How long were you standing there?" I asked.
He shrugged. "I wasn't counting." he said. "I find it quite humorous that you were sleeping in my bed though; can I ask why?"
"Uh..." I started slowly. "It was comfortable?"
He smirked, and straightened. Then he neared me and the bed, sitting down next to me. The cot sunk beneath his weight and gave an irritable noise of protest, but it went ignored as he stretched his legs out in front of him and leaned back slightly.
"Where did you have to go?" I asked.
He gave a scoff, shaking his head, and closing his eyes. It was obvious he didn't care too much for what he'd been doing. "Nowhere." he said. "Needed to talk to someone."
I nodded. He side-glanced me.
"So," he said. "You planning on staying the night, or what?"
"What time is it?" I asked.
"Around nine." he replied. "You slept the day away, man."
"I guess I'll leave." I said, going to stand up.
He put a hand on my knee quickly. "You don't have to."
Leaving it there for now, you guys can be guaranteed a good chapter after this one.
Author: atrocious_x
Pairing: Matt // Zacky
Rating: NC17 (later chapters)
Summary: [Extreme AU]. `They say every time the bell sounds, an angel gets their wings...`
Disclaimer: Not real, dur.
00 || 01 || 02 || 03
So sorry it's taking so long to update. Not only do I have limited time on this computer, but my Muse seemed to have gone on vacation for like two weeks straight. I can't guarantee that it won't happen again, but I can promise to try and finish this as quickly as I can, so I don't have to make you wait anymore.
Familiar Realm
Chapter 04
I just stared at him for a moment, wondering why he was being so open with me. He probably felt the connection between us that I felt -- I couldn't explain it, but it was there.
"So...you were condemned..." I said, unsurely. "To stay here?"
"Exactly." he replied.
"And Jimmy?" I questioned, pointing off towards where the taller man had disappeared.
He nodded. "Him too," he said. "And Johnny -- all of us for the same reason."
"At the same time?" I asked, figuring I'd found out who Johnny was soon enough.
"No." Matt answered, "They were here before me." he paused as one of his arms bent over his shoulder, aimlessly touching his back. I was almost caught up in the way his muscles moved under his skin. "They did this to me."
I was appalled; he was living, and being all buddy-buddy, with the men who'd cut off his wings?
"It's their job." he said, noticing my expression. "Everyone is sent here when condemned -- it's their choice to stay; so far I'm the only one who's chosen that."
"Who cut off their wings?" I asked. "Each other?"
"No." he said. "The ones with their job before them left, we didn't find out why."
I said nothing, and he started to pull on his shirt again. I watched the muscles some more, so unable to help myself.
"How painful was it?" I asked randomly.
"Worst pain I've ever felt." he said slowly. "And I've been here hundreds of years -- felt a lot of pain."
He sat down as I fell silent once more, and he resumed shuffling cards. I swallowed, watching his hands.
"I think you're the first person to not to laugh at me, and leave." he said slowly, tone amused. "Besides other angels of course."
"How many angels have been condemned?" I asked, I couldn't imagine there was a lot.
"Hundreds, even millions." he said.
I fell silent again, not knowing what to say. I looked back down at his hands, but then my eyes traveled up his arms. There were long scars, gashes in his skin -- whenever he'd done that, he'd meant business.
"As you can see," he said, raspy voice interrupting my thoughts. "Though I've tried; I can't die."
I raised my gaze awkwardly to meet his. It reminded me vaguely of the movie "The Crow". In the original story line, Eric Draven tried to kill himself, but since the crow made him immortal, he obviously couldn't, and his wounds would only heal -- that part wasn't shown in the movie though. I opened my mouth trying to say something, but failed and shook my head, looking down again.
"So tell me about this dream you had about me." he said.
I felt my face heat up; I'd forgotten that I'd mentioned having a dream about him.
"It was just...Jimmy I guess, cutting...you know.." I didn't know how to say this. "Your wings."
He smirked again, this time at my inability to speak. "Think you'll stop stalking me now that you know my story?" he asked.
I snorted, but before I could answer, one of the doors I'd come in opened loudly. I turned in my chair as Matt glanced up. I took in his appearance quickly -- he was short, and his hair was dyed a bright red color. He was wearing your everyday jeans and black tee shirt, carrying a paper bag, and smoking a cigarette.
"That was fast." Matt replied as the guy headed towards us.
He shrugged, setting the bag on the table. He glanced at me, then back at Matt questioningly.
"This is Zack." he said, "Zack -- Johnny."
The man extended a hand, pulling his cigarette from his mouth with the other. "Nice to meet you." he said, though I couldn't tell if he was speaking truthfully or not.
"You too." I said.
When we'd reclaimed our hands, he took a drag of his cigarette, glancing around.
"Where's Jim?" he asked.
"He was in the garage." Matt said, pushing the bag across the table slightly so he could continue shuffling -- it was easy to assume that he only shuffled because he needed something to do with his hands.
Catching sight of this, Johnny grabbed the bag again. He threw a polite smile at me, before turning and heading off down the hallway Jimmy had disappeared down. Matt watched his retreating back for a moment before glancing back at me.
"I have to go somewhere." he said. "You can stay here if you want, or you can go back to wandering the streets."
"I can't come with you?" I asked.
He smirked. "You don't have a crush on me, do you?" he asked playfully.
I felt my face heat up again. "No." I said quickly. "I just meant -- I just wanted --"
"Whoa, calm down buddy." he said, grinning. "I was just kidding -- but no, you can't come with me."
"Well...what is there to do around this place?" I asked, throwing a glance around.
He shrugged. "You could just like...look around or something, I don't fuckin' know."
I grinned, and looked down as he stood up, setting the deck of cards on the table.
"You could play a game of solitaire or something." he said, "Get Jim and John and you guys can have a round of Go Fish, seeing that Johnny sucks at poker."
I smirked. "Are you good at poker?" I asked, accusingly.
"I'm the best there ever was." he said, before heading passed me towards the doors.
I turned in my chair, but neither of us said anything else as he left. I sat there for a few moments, before I stood up, deciding to take Matt up on the offer of looking around. I didn't want to go down the corridor both Johnny and Jimmy had disappeared down, so I chose the one opposite to that.
The first room I looked in was a pretty nice sized room, but was empty. Against the wall there was a cot-like bed, and there was just something in me that told me it was Matt's. Making a mental note to come back to this room, I left it, and continued down the hall. Most of the other rooms were empty; I found a bathroom that was reasonably clean, a few storage closets, and another make-shift bedroom, this time with a big mattress on the floor. I hated to assume things about people, but I guessed that this room was Jimmy and Johnny's; they seemed to be pretty close -- more than just friends.
Kind of put down that there was nothing exciting to be found, I headed back to Matt's room. As I sat down on the cot, I ignored the sound it made. I couldn't imagine how someone as big as Matt could sleep on it, I could just picture him sitting down and it collapsing.
I laid down on it, facing the doorway, and realized how depressing this room seemed. It was no wonder why Matt was so angsty. It was strange, but even though I knew that my problems were nowhere near the size of his, he and I were alike. I hated to say it, but I felt more comfortable with him than I did with Brian.
Brian couldn't understand me, even though he tried really hard. Matt understood me without me saying anything. Brian was generally a happy person, and the only thing that remotely saddened him was missing a date with Michelle (or me being the stubborn jackass I was). Matt seemed to get happy for about a millisecond, before he slipped back into his angst.
I didn't want to sound fatheaded, but I felt that Matt needed me, and I needed him. It was hard to explain, so I didn't even try anymore, instead feeling myself slipping into a restless sleep.
~x~
I opened my eyes, taking in a deep breath. My vision was blurred from grog, but as it cleared I found myself staring at two denim clad legs. I lifted my gaze, and found that Matt was leaning against the doorframe, strong arms crossed over his chest, and look of amusement on his face.
"I thought you'd left." he said.
I sat up quickly, but realized this was a bad idea as I got a head rush. "How long were you standing there?" I asked.
He shrugged. "I wasn't counting." he said. "I find it quite humorous that you were sleeping in my bed though; can I ask why?"
"Uh..." I started slowly. "It was comfortable?"
He smirked, and straightened. Then he neared me and the bed, sitting down next to me. The cot sunk beneath his weight and gave an irritable noise of protest, but it went ignored as he stretched his legs out in front of him and leaned back slightly.
"Where did you have to go?" I asked.
He gave a scoff, shaking his head, and closing his eyes. It was obvious he didn't care too much for what he'd been doing. "Nowhere." he said. "Needed to talk to someone."
I nodded. He side-glanced me.
"So," he said. "You planning on staying the night, or what?"
"What time is it?" I asked.
"Around nine." he replied. "You slept the day away, man."
"I guess I'll leave." I said, going to stand up.
He put a hand on my knee quickly. "You don't have to."
Leaving it there for now, you guys can be guaranteed a good chapter after this one.