A Land Of Creases
Title: A Land Of Creases
Author: seraph05
Rating: PG
Fandom: The Academy Is…
Warnings: uh oneshot, bill tied to a gurney and that’s it
Disclaimer: *is wheeling William’s gurney away with him still tied to it*…oh um…no..no I guess you couldn’t really call it owning so much as…borrowing…
Summary: They’re trying to break him. From his gurney bed, his cage, he can see them trying to sever the chord between his reason and his soul.
A land of creases, straps and skin stretch out before his wide eyes. The absence of mahogany, now bleached pale brown, finds his gaze flicking helplessly against the walls while camera’s sneer silently above. Across his clammy, beautiful skin he can feel the padded walls breathing. The smell of it is without age, memory, colour or flavour. It’s vague chemical scent climbs up his nose and his head rears back to escape it. No matter how he moves though he knows there is no chance of a reprise, the pressure of leather through linen an ever-present reminder of that. In spite of this he continues to shift his weight between his sholderblades.
They’re trying to break him. From his gurney bed, his cage, he can see them trying to sever the chord between his reason and his soul. They want to see the secrets leaking out of his ears. They’re going to inject lies in his veins, shackle his mind and leave him to rot in this white soft void. This place that doesn’t trigger any feeling or heart. He can’t remember home or what his front lawn looked like. He can’t remember parents or siblings. Strangely enough it’s in his hair that he remembers seconds of his friends. On his pillow his dark locks lie, curls and kinks like smiles and laughter. They say they’ll cut it off soon. He begins to panic.
Reaching down his throat to his heart and lungs they claw tightening talons around a racing beat. It squeezes the rhythm and they discover it in the shrill noises the machines make. They find last wall standing between them and what they want. His brain screams at the though of the clippers and his pale bald head, vanity playing no part. Without the gentle hues mixing and cutting through the nothingness around him he won’t remember them at all. He almost cries tears pricking the back of his eyes but then he catches himself. He recalls why he’s doing this, why he’s holding out and for what reason. Why he can’t submit.
He calms himself sucking evenly at the air until the machines are quiet, blipping only occasionally, and his heartbeat matches the bleak electronic tune.
“Easy, easy” he tells himself. He can imagine them sitting in the dim booth, walls bruised with television screens all different angles and points of zoom. He can imagine their disgruntled look as the prize slips out of their latex fingers again. They know their theory needs vindication.
“Easy, easy now” he repeated, maintaining the mantra internally “They think they know but they don’t. But I do”
Blood flushes pink into his lips as he smirks.
“They’ll never know”
A/N: This fic was inspired by The Phrase That Pays and this is my first The Academy Is… fanfic. I hope it was ok ^_^
Author: seraph05
Rating: PG
Fandom: The Academy Is…
Warnings: uh oneshot, bill tied to a gurney and that’s it
Disclaimer: *is wheeling William’s gurney away with him still tied to it*…oh um…no..no I guess you couldn’t really call it owning so much as…borrowing…
Summary: They’re trying to break him. From his gurney bed, his cage, he can see them trying to sever the chord between his reason and his soul.
A land of creases, straps and skin stretch out before his wide eyes. The absence of mahogany, now bleached pale brown, finds his gaze flicking helplessly against the walls while camera’s sneer silently above. Across his clammy, beautiful skin he can feel the padded walls breathing. The smell of it is without age, memory, colour or flavour. It’s vague chemical scent climbs up his nose and his head rears back to escape it. No matter how he moves though he knows there is no chance of a reprise, the pressure of leather through linen an ever-present reminder of that. In spite of this he continues to shift his weight between his sholderblades.
They’re trying to break him. From his gurney bed, his cage, he can see them trying to sever the chord between his reason and his soul. They want to see the secrets leaking out of his ears. They’re going to inject lies in his veins, shackle his mind and leave him to rot in this white soft void. This place that doesn’t trigger any feeling or heart. He can’t remember home or what his front lawn looked like. He can’t remember parents or siblings. Strangely enough it’s in his hair that he remembers seconds of his friends. On his pillow his dark locks lie, curls and kinks like smiles and laughter. They say they’ll cut it off soon. He begins to panic.
Reaching down his throat to his heart and lungs they claw tightening talons around a racing beat. It squeezes the rhythm and they discover it in the shrill noises the machines make. They find last wall standing between them and what they want. His brain screams at the though of the clippers and his pale bald head, vanity playing no part. Without the gentle hues mixing and cutting through the nothingness around him he won’t remember them at all. He almost cries tears pricking the back of his eyes but then he catches himself. He recalls why he’s doing this, why he’s holding out and for what reason. Why he can’t submit.
He calms himself sucking evenly at the air until the machines are quiet, blipping only occasionally, and his heartbeat matches the bleak electronic tune.
“Easy, easy” he tells himself. He can imagine them sitting in the dim booth, walls bruised with television screens all different angles and points of zoom. He can imagine their disgruntled look as the prize slips out of their latex fingers again. They know their theory needs vindication.
“Easy, easy now” he repeated, maintaining the mantra internally “They think they know but they don’t. But I do”
Blood flushes pink into his lips as he smirks.
“They’ll never know”
A/N: This fic was inspired by The Phrase That Pays and this is my first The Academy Is… fanfic. I hope it was ok ^_^