Deja Vu
Finally, I got to post this. I just finished last night. Mack, this is all for you. It's different than the first one, too. So make sure you read this version.
Title: Deja Vu
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: This never happened. That I know of, anyway.
Pairing- Umm... All I'm going to say right now is yes. Leigh/someone.
Summary/Notes: Leigh wakes up in an all-too-familiar place after a night at the bar. Leigh's thoughts are in italics. It sorta jumps around, sorry. Oh, and you better know who Leigh and James are to understand this.
Oww....my arms...
This was Leigh's first thought as he woke from his drunken slumber to find an unbearable stench surrounding him.
I'm not lying down. Ow, my head. God damn...where the hell am I?
Whatever the foul stench was, it was forcing itself up Leigh's nostrils. The pitch black room spun; alarms were going off in his head.
What is that smell?!
He tried breathing through his mouth, which only caused him to vomit. The taste in his mouth was sickening, rotten with that alcohol aftertaste.
James...bar...sick.
The events of the last night came pouring back into his head. Leigh and James had gone out drinking, but James had gotten one of his 500 food allergies and made Leigh drive him home. That was the last thing he remembered- James getting out of the car and waving goodbye. The image was comforting, the only thing he had right now. Trying to picture every detail from that night, he thought hard. He came up blank. Nothing made sende to him now, his mind was scrambled.
All of the questions that were screaming in his head were put on hold as his eyes exploded. What seemed like 1000 lights all zapped on at once, flooding the room with an yellow florescent glow. The overwhelming headache that followed only caused Leigh to vomit again, this time he managed to miss himself, instead getting it on the floor. This only confused Leigh more, but it was the least of his problems. Finally getting the courage, and ability, to open his eyes, he braced himself and looked up.
The bathroom Leigh found himself in was one he'd been in so many times before, yet now it was so unfamiliar. It had real mold, causing the disgusting smell, and there was no camera crew and other actors in the room. In front of him stood the biggest change. There was a small tea table with a white lace tablecloth sitting there. Behind it sat a girl. She wore a blood red cocktail dress and black combat boots. Her jet black hair hung over her face leaving only a small gap where her face was visible. Half of one small eye stared back at him.
"Hey Leigh. Remember this old place?" She whispered.
Her soft australian voice...Leigh had heard it before. That didn't help, Leigh knew hundereds of people. Ever since his first movie, everyone seemed to know him. That was it then, maybe she was a stalker. Almost as if on que, she raised her head.
"No, I'm not really a stalker. I certainly see you often enough, though."
She let out a small giggle, but quickly went back to her sharp stare. He tried to stare right back, but the girl seemed to be drilling into his mind, knowing every single one of his fears. He lowered his gaze to the table, trying to think but having nothing to think of. That's when he saw it. A metal glint caught his eye. Laying on the table, next to a small cup, was a sharp serated knife. She watched Leigh stare at it, his eyes getting larger.
What the hell did I get myself into?! No, come on, you can take her, she's got to be a teenager. But she's got a knife and I can't move...
It was true, Leigh could barely move at all. The shackles holding him to the ceiling had formed large welts on his wrists from trying to struggle. His feet were tied together loosely with some thick rope and hung a few inches off the ground. All he could do was swing himself about a foot, and what good could that do? He was doomed to...what? This girl had his fate in her hands. Leigh had no control, and this was his greatest fear. He could do nothing, just sit and watch her plan on what she would do to him. And how long would she sit there? Almost an hour had gone by since Leigh woken up, and she hadn't done anything to him yet. She was taunting him, Leigh realized. Just fucking with his head.
Finally, the girl stood up and glided over to Leigh. He watched as she stood on her tiptoes and put her face right near his. More to herself then to him, she whispered "Finally...so long I waited..." and sighed deeply. He just hung there, confused, until he felt an unbearable pain sliding down his arm. Looking down, he saw the glint of her knife and blood pouring off his hand. She took the knife and repeated this, running it down his other arm. She grabbed onto his waist with one hand and slid down his body. Leigh had to admit, he was slightly drawn to her. Her sweet scent in such a musty room, her frail body, and she was so turned on by his blood. His infatuation with her her stopped as she slashed both of his ankles with one sharp swing. Leigh just stared, he had meant to scream but nothing had happened. He just watched her slowly tear his flesh. She rubbed her cheek across his newest wound, his stomach. She moaned deeply, and before he could react, the girl flung herself onto him and kissed him. She forced her tongue between his lips with a strength Leigh was taken aback by, all the while keeping that one eye open, staring into his eyes with a mix of pleasure and pure hatrid.
Leigh couldn't take it any longer. He did the only thing he could with the small amount he could movie his hands, he pulled her hair. But instead of a yelp of pain, she let out a startled, angry cry as the black wig fell off onto the floor, revealing short dark hair with red streaks.
"Y...you..it's..." Leigh stuttured, trying to figure out what just happened.
"Surprise." James looked up, his face no longer hidden by the black hair.
"But...what..why?!"
That was when James lost it. He threw the knife onto the floor, the pleasure gone from his eyes. He brought his face back to a few inches away from Leigh's.
"Are you really that stupid?" He whispered. "Ever since school, you were always the popular one. Sure, you said we were friends, but you were gone as someone better came along. And then, just when I think that was just a phase and now I have you back, you kick me out of my own movie. As soon as you realized you could be a star, once again I was left in the cold. But why should you care, you had your rich American friends. Do you have any fucking idea how that feels? Do you?!"
James was screaming by the end of it. Angry tears had started to stream down his face. He bent down and picked up the knife he had thrown, then sat back down in his chair. Leigh was as confused as ever, still not quite sure what had happened.
"I...but...why?" He stammered again. His head felt like it would soon explode and his entire body was now covered in blood.
James's face turned a shade of scarlet. Within seconds, he had chucked the knife as hard as he could at Leigh, then stood up and stormed to the other side of the room, turning the lights off again. Leigh felt the warm blood trickle down his freezing cold leg where the knife had landed. Aching and barely concious, he watched as James slid the heavy door shut. His last thoughts as he faded away from the world were
This all seems really familiar...
Title: Deja Vu
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: This never happened. That I know of, anyway.
Pairing- Umm... All I'm going to say right now is yes. Leigh/someone.
Summary/Notes: Leigh wakes up in an all-too-familiar place after a night at the bar. Leigh's thoughts are in italics. It sorta jumps around, sorry. Oh, and you better know who Leigh and James are to understand this.
Oww....my arms...
This was Leigh's first thought as he woke from his drunken slumber to find an unbearable stench surrounding him.
I'm not lying down. Ow, my head. God damn...where the hell am I?
Whatever the foul stench was, it was forcing itself up Leigh's nostrils. The pitch black room spun; alarms were going off in his head.
What is that smell?!
He tried breathing through his mouth, which only caused him to vomit. The taste in his mouth was sickening, rotten with that alcohol aftertaste.
James...bar...sick.
The events of the last night came pouring back into his head. Leigh and James had gone out drinking, but James had gotten one of his 500 food allergies and made Leigh drive him home. That was the last thing he remembered- James getting out of the car and waving goodbye. The image was comforting, the only thing he had right now. Trying to picture every detail from that night, he thought hard. He came up blank. Nothing made sende to him now, his mind was scrambled.
All of the questions that were screaming in his head were put on hold as his eyes exploded. What seemed like 1000 lights all zapped on at once, flooding the room with an yellow florescent glow. The overwhelming headache that followed only caused Leigh to vomit again, this time he managed to miss himself, instead getting it on the floor. This only confused Leigh more, but it was the least of his problems. Finally getting the courage, and ability, to open his eyes, he braced himself and looked up.
The bathroom Leigh found himself in was one he'd been in so many times before, yet now it was so unfamiliar. It had real mold, causing the disgusting smell, and there was no camera crew and other actors in the room. In front of him stood the biggest change. There was a small tea table with a white lace tablecloth sitting there. Behind it sat a girl. She wore a blood red cocktail dress and black combat boots. Her jet black hair hung over her face leaving only a small gap where her face was visible. Half of one small eye stared back at him.
"Hey Leigh. Remember this old place?" She whispered.
Her soft australian voice...Leigh had heard it before. That didn't help, Leigh knew hundereds of people. Ever since his first movie, everyone seemed to know him. That was it then, maybe she was a stalker. Almost as if on que, she raised her head.
"No, I'm not really a stalker. I certainly see you often enough, though."
She let out a small giggle, but quickly went back to her sharp stare. He tried to stare right back, but the girl seemed to be drilling into his mind, knowing every single one of his fears. He lowered his gaze to the table, trying to think but having nothing to think of. That's when he saw it. A metal glint caught his eye. Laying on the table, next to a small cup, was a sharp serated knife. She watched Leigh stare at it, his eyes getting larger.
What the hell did I get myself into?! No, come on, you can take her, she's got to be a teenager. But she's got a knife and I can't move...
It was true, Leigh could barely move at all. The shackles holding him to the ceiling had formed large welts on his wrists from trying to struggle. His feet were tied together loosely with some thick rope and hung a few inches off the ground. All he could do was swing himself about a foot, and what good could that do? He was doomed to...what? This girl had his fate in her hands. Leigh had no control, and this was his greatest fear. He could do nothing, just sit and watch her plan on what she would do to him. And how long would she sit there? Almost an hour had gone by since Leigh woken up, and she hadn't done anything to him yet. She was taunting him, Leigh realized. Just fucking with his head.
Finally, the girl stood up and glided over to Leigh. He watched as she stood on her tiptoes and put her face right near his. More to herself then to him, she whispered "Finally...so long I waited..." and sighed deeply. He just hung there, confused, until he felt an unbearable pain sliding down his arm. Looking down, he saw the glint of her knife and blood pouring off his hand. She took the knife and repeated this, running it down his other arm. She grabbed onto his waist with one hand and slid down his body. Leigh had to admit, he was slightly drawn to her. Her sweet scent in such a musty room, her frail body, and she was so turned on by his blood. His infatuation with her her stopped as she slashed both of his ankles with one sharp swing. Leigh just stared, he had meant to scream but nothing had happened. He just watched her slowly tear his flesh. She rubbed her cheek across his newest wound, his stomach. She moaned deeply, and before he could react, the girl flung herself onto him and kissed him. She forced her tongue between his lips with a strength Leigh was taken aback by, all the while keeping that one eye open, staring into his eyes with a mix of pleasure and pure hatrid.
Leigh couldn't take it any longer. He did the only thing he could with the small amount he could movie his hands, he pulled her hair. But instead of a yelp of pain, she let out a startled, angry cry as the black wig fell off onto the floor, revealing short dark hair with red streaks.
"Y...you..it's..." Leigh stuttured, trying to figure out what just happened.
"Surprise." James looked up, his face no longer hidden by the black hair.
"But...what..why?!"
That was when James lost it. He threw the knife onto the floor, the pleasure gone from his eyes. He brought his face back to a few inches away from Leigh's.
"Are you really that stupid?" He whispered. "Ever since school, you were always the popular one. Sure, you said we were friends, but you were gone as someone better came along. And then, just when I think that was just a phase and now I have you back, you kick me out of my own movie. As soon as you realized you could be a star, once again I was left in the cold. But why should you care, you had your rich American friends. Do you have any fucking idea how that feels? Do you?!"
James was screaming by the end of it. Angry tears had started to stream down his face. He bent down and picked up the knife he had thrown, then sat back down in his chair. Leigh was as confused as ever, still not quite sure what had happened.
"I...but...why?" He stammered again. His head felt like it would soon explode and his entire body was now covered in blood.
James's face turned a shade of scarlet. Within seconds, he had chucked the knife as hard as he could at Leigh, then stood up and stormed to the other side of the room, turning the lights off again. Leigh felt the warm blood trickle down his freezing cold leg where the knife had landed. Aching and barely concious, he watched as James slid the heavy door shut. His last thoughts as he faded away from the world were
This all seems really familiar...