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Everyday his voice gets stronger as he gets angrier. He wants to destroy all of our reasons for being here. It was terrifying so I pushed him down. Even so, he never left me. Lulling me into sleep at night, talking me through my torment. Telling me I didn't deserve this. That they all should die for how I've suffered. In my darkest moments, I had to agree.
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Trip pulled Aoba out into the hallway, the wet cloth still clung to his eyes. As he was pulled along, panic rose up in his throat. He didn't want to go to Trip's room. He was scared. He was always scared. If he went to Trip's room it would kill him this time. He knew it would.
Aoba felt something hard hit his knees and it took him a moment to realize he had fallen. Trip let out a sigh that made all of his muscles cringe. He couldn't see his face so he couldn't tell if he was angry with him. What would he do to him if he was angry?
"He's gonna kill you, you know?" It was Sly again. "Even if it's not today. Eventually, those two are going to love you to death." He was laughing at his own stupid joke, clearly quite proud of himself. He was right though.
Soon he felt Trip put his arms around him and lift him. It would appear he was going to Trip's room whether he could get himself there or not. "Kill him." Aoba shook his head, probably making Trip wonder. Or not, he knew Aoba was crazy by now. They both knew. "Kill them before they kill us. I can do it for you. You won't even have to watch."
Aoba felt dizzy thinking about it. Maybe Sly really could get them out. If Aoba was going to give him his chance it had to be now, they were running out of hallway. He reached out to Sly and was suddenly filled with the sensation of falling. Sly felt like he was soaring, however, as he came to the forefront. It had been a little while, the body felt different.
Sly slipped the blindfold off of his face and quickly blinked his eyes into focus. When Trip opened his mouth to admonish him, he stepped into the opportunity. He quickly balled the cloth up and shoved it into Trip's mouth and as far down his throat as his fingers would allow. Turned out to be pretty far considering how skinny his hands had gotten. Trip bit down on his fingers as he withdrew them and dropped Sly to the floor. He tried to suck air around the cloth but it only pulled it further down his windpipe.
Trip stuck his fingers into his mouth to try to reach it but his fingertips just barely grazed it, pushing it further down and triggering his gag reflex. He retched but what came up had no where to go. Sly stared in fascination as the bump in Trip's neck bobbed up and down in an attempt to get the bile back down, but it was pointless.
Sly shook himself from his daze and got behind Trip while he was distracted and kicked the back of his knees as hard as he could. When Trip went down, he immediately hopped on him and began slamming his face into the floor with all of his strength. He continued his assault even after Trip stopped resisting. It wasn't until he could no longer hear him gurgling that Sly felt safe enough to leave him there. "After all those years with Virus, that fucker still had a gag reflex? Ha, lucky us huh?"
Sly looked down at his hands when he realized they were shaking. "Steady Aoba, this was just the first."He stood there for a second while he contemplated his next step. His body was weak, he doubted he could handle another struggle. Trip was big and he was strong, Sly was just trying to be thorough, but he had to be quicker with Virus. He walked back down the hallway to Virus' door.
He reached out to knock when he was seized by Aoba's terror. Slowly he backed away from the door. "Shit Aoba. Feel things on your own time. I can't afford to fuck up with Virus." Aoba knew he was right. Trip probably would have killed them in anger. Virus would do so much worse. Sly gave him a moment to calm himself before he approached the door again.
It felt weird to knock, but he wasn't going to risk walking in. He had been lucky Virus hadn't heard any of the commotion with Trip. When the door opened he took a step back to allow Virus into the hallway. "Aoba-san, wha-" Virus took one step before he caught sight of Trip out of the corner of his eye. Sly wanted to wait and see his reaction, if any, but it was too dangerous. He leapt forward and grabbed Virus' face before pushing his thumbs deep into his eye sockets. The feeling was incredible. The way Virus was scratching at him made him think it wasn't going to kill him like he had hoped. Keeping his hands firmly at the side of Virus' face, Sly twisted his neck until he heard a satisfying pop and Virus fell limp into his arms. Sly quickly pushed Virus off of him and scrambled to his feet to shut the door. He didn't know if Hersha and Welter held any loyalty to the two non-twins, but he didn't want to risk a run in.
He glanced down the hall to Trip's still body, turned to look down at Virus. A shrill, terrifying screech ripped through the hallway, startling Sly back against the wall. He looked around frantically for the source until he realized it had been him. He sighed in irritation. "Don't lose your shit Aoba. We're far from done." Sly squatted down next to Virus and removed his shoes, clothes and coil. He slipped everything on except for the shirt. He would have to take Trip's, this one had blood on it.
Sly got them away from the mess in the hallway to explore the house. He was amazed at how little he knew the place considering how he had spent the last year there. He found the kitchen and immediately ran over to the fridge. It was mostly leftovers, weird to think of either Virus or Trip cooking, but he didn't care. He started pulling out containers and tearing into them. He could feel Aoba's disgust. "Hey, Trip made us puke during bath time remember? We need to eat. They let our body go to shit." Cold chicken, cold pasta, he was hungrier than he realized. He needed to slow down though. It would be a waste to throw it all back up. He put everything back in the fridge and sat down on the floor to rest.
"What now?" Aoba's voice was small in his head. A foreign feeling swelled in Sly's chest. Aoba was lost and looking to him. After all this time, Aoba was finally really seeing him. Cute. He'd hate to disappoint.
"Now, we try to get ahold of that brat. He's rich right? Maybe we can get him to take us back to Midorijima." He lifted his wrist, staring at the coil that flopped around loosely on it. "You're going to have to talk to him. I don't think I can fake what we need to get his ass moving." Silence. He could tell Aoba was hesitant, but he soon felt him pushing forward. "Good boy." Sly smirked as he relinquished control.
It took some coaching and reassurance from Sly to get Aoba to successfully call Noiz, but they managed. Shocked the shit out of him to hear their voice. Good news; Aoba broke down beautifully. Noiz agreed to come get them and talked him through setting up the coil so he could track it. Bad news; it would take him fifteen hours to get to them. Whatever, there was plenty of food. He just had to avoid the allmates. "Oh...Noiz? Please don't tell anyone about me. I'm not ready for that." Noiz agreed. It was Aoba's choice to make, what did he care?
"You did good Aoba." The voice in his head made him smile. It had been a while since he had done that. It felt unnatural. Aoba looked out the window, it was dark. He was too tired to look around for a clock. He thought about getting some blankets for himself out of the linen closet in the hallway but he was afraid to see their bodies. Or worse, they failed in killing them and they wouldn't be laying there when he looked. "Calm Aoba. We can sleep on tile just fine." Sly began cooing him to sleep right there on the kitchen floor.