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Nov 22, 2015 22:01:17 GMT -6
Post by WYATT CALDWELL on Nov 22, 2015 22:01:17 GMT -6
MY KNUCKLES BLEEDING
life had a funny way of repeating itself. no matter what, the past would forever catch up. it should have come at no surprise, yet there he was, spittin' the same old tracks. for the first time in his life, wyatt was completely alone in the world. noah had a life of his own, the kid was caught up in the whole ghost ordeal. despite the circumstances, wyatt was happy for his brother. if anyone could make the world a better place, it would be his twin. due to the seemingly never-ending mission, the two had been apart for quite some time. well, maybe it just felt that way to wyatt. honestly, he couldn't remember the last time they had spoken... a few days? a few weeks? who knows. aside from the distance between them, noah was all that he had left. dahlia was gone, the woman made it pretty clear that she didn't want wyatt around. zahra... no matter how much it killed him to stay away, no matter how badly his heart was breaking... it was for her own good. it was the only way that he could keep her safe... right?
these past few days were really taking a toll on the kid. days were spent sleeping, nights overcome with shows. he had nothing else to do, so why not spend that time rapping? besides, the bills needed to be taken care of somehow. the rest of his cash went straight to dahlia, which she never refused. the other small amount, well, that was invested solely in the drugs. once again, wyatt had become a slave to the poison. it started out of desperation, striving to get high. now? he needed them to stay sane. it was the only thing stopping the kid from snapping entirely. he was numb, both mind and body. the cocaine played a major role in his sleep deprivation. there weren't very many shows he played without being high, and the after parties? they were the worst, or the best, depending on how you wanted to look at it. oh, there was never a shortage of drugs. to be honest, wyatt needed them now more than ever.
he saw her again... god, she had gotten so big... she wasn't a little girl anymore, and that was what killed him the most. wyatt had missed everything: her first steps, first word... zahra grew up without a father, she had no idea who he was. wyatt would be labeled as another dead beat father, as if he had left them out of his own free will. it wasn't like that... in his absence, dahlia had snagged another sucker, one that managed to weasel his way into their family. into his family. the motherfucker was actin' as if he had a part in her life, like he was there for it all... they had no fuckin' clue, no idea what wyatt went through, how he suffered... how he still suffered. his impulsive nature was taking over, threatening to push wyatt farther than he wanted to go. the dick was taking his place. his first thought landed to the gun resting on his coffee table, loaded and ready to go. all it would take was one slip of the finger, and that asshole would be tastin' metal.
it would be a lie to say that wyatt was thinking about going through with it. seeing zahra with him, it caused the male to snap entirely. all the shit he gave up, and for what? so that he could live. what the fuck was living if it meant losing the one thing he struggled so hard to protect? wyatt would have gladly taken the few years he had left with cancer, if he could only hold her again... tell that he loved her, that he would always be there for her. leaning forward, he hesitantly eyed the line of cocaine already prepared, gaze shifting toward the glock. he was still riding the previous cocaine high, a little more and he wouldn't be able to stop himself. rubbing his hands together, wyatt let out a frustrated sigh. turning the music up on the stereo, he fished in his pocket, pulling out a pill bottle. after popping two pills of oxy, he tossed the bottle onto the table, downing the tablets with a mouthful of beer. resting both arms onto his knees, the male lightly tapped the handle of the gun, transfixed as he watched it spin in a circle.
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Dec 11, 2015 0:44:13 GMT -6
Post by NOAH CALDWELL on Dec 11, 2015 0:44:13 GMT -6
want to save you while there's still something left to save ahh life was good. at least he thought so. he really couldn't complain about a damn thing in his life, particularly when he looked at what he used to be faced with. once he was a weak and dying boy, incapable of even being in the outside world without practically keeling over. now, he had everything...everything he could have asked for. the looks, the strength, the smarts, and one kickass job. in nearly every way he was just like the spies he read about in his comics when he was a kid - living out his childhood dream. and best of all, his health was a threat to him. the control the moon had on him and his need for flesh to survive was a setback, but the ghost organization had taught him plenty on how to control it. for the most part, life was fucking good.
except for wyatt. the effect of their transformation seemed to have the opposite effect on his elder twin. whereas noah flourished happily and reveled in his new life, wyatt floundered. he hated what he was and made that very clear to noah. guilt often surfaced with such conversations, particularly because he had been the one to drag wyatt to the clinic in the first place. but as he'd been told by giles, there was no way to change the past - only to look ahead at the future. but it was that guilt which made him feel responsible for him[and of course his love for his bro], pressuring noah into looking after him every chance he got. he recognized wyatt was struggling and for that reason, he did his best to be there for him.
wyatt had actually proved himself in the secret organization, as much as noah. his skill with a sniper rifle was spot on and he proved valuable to the team...until he started going downhill. his mental state was fragile and eventually, too many unnecessary casualties led to his release. there was talk of his extermination as well, if he continued on his warpath, but it was noah's own threats to leave o.g. that kept wyatt alive. now, he had to make sure he stayed that way. his brother was all he had, what with their family abandoning them and all. he couldn't lose him...especially not when he caused this.
working with the secret group had plenty of perks, including connections in high places. he'd been at the headquarters, tucked away underground, playing with a few of charlie's gadgets when the vibration on his phone went off. he provided very few people with his number; only those who were important enough to need him in an emergency. this time it was the local authorities, a police officer, who noah had saved from a rogue vampire once. "noah? we got another noise complaint on your brother's place. figured it'd give you a heads up, try to head it off before we send a squad out there. i can probably buy you twenty minutes." the lycan abandoned what he was doing, standing up straight as he thanked the guy at the other end of the phone. "thanks, pete. i'm sure it's nothing. you know him, gotta practice with his music and all. it's how he makes his living. i'll get it straightened out. promise." with that, he bid the officer goodbye and headed above ground immediately.
it hadn't taken long for him to show up on the right block, hearing the music blaring through the home's walls from a good distance away. "shit wyatt..." he muttered, shoving his hands into his pockets as he neared the residence. when he finally reached the door, he knocked loudly and with no response, eventually began pounding on it. still no response over the music, wyatt decided to open the door. it was locked, and rightfully so, but that hadn't stopped the lycan from using his sheer force to push through it, leaving the door in tact but the lock not so much.
anger did not often find it's way into noah's mind; that was wyatt's thing. but looking upon everything, he was overwhelmed, to the point he wanted to tear up. he tried screaming at wyatt, realizing his words were drowned out by the beats. he went to the stereo, slamming his hand down on the power button angrily. "what in the actual fuck is going on here? what are you doing? what's this? and that? and what the hell is that?" he pointed to various things -the drugs, the pill bottles and finally the gun. "got a noise complaint on you. cops tipped me off. we gotta get this cleaned up before they show up or we're both going to jail." he began to usher things together, avoiding the subject of what was going on in a way. he wanted to busy wyatt, maybe freak him out about the authorities a bit...though he doubted it'd do any good. while he knew all the shit wyatt did on a regular basis, he felt awkward for bringing it up. instead, he just diverted the conversation. "c'mon. help me clean all this up..." brothersss template by Margie @ Adoxography v2
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Dec 12, 2015 0:11:36 GMT -6
Post by WYATT CALDWELL on Dec 12, 2015 0:11:36 GMT -6
MY KNUCKLES BLEEDING
life had become a series of unfortunate events. wyatt was right back where he had started: a junkie standing on the edge of reality, just waiting for the opportunity to jump. only this time around was far worse than before. no longer did he have an anchor, something holding him up-straight. zahra was his motivation to quit, to try and make something of himself. when she was born, everything changed. wyatt's world revolved around that little girl, and he wanted to give her everything she deserved. he wanted to provide for his family, and for a while he did... until that phone call. from the beginning, wyatt doubted the whole operation. noah had seemed so excited about it, thinking that it could be the answer to their illnesses. wyatt wanted to be healed, but something seemed off. it was too good to be true, and he knew that. still, there was no way he would let noah walk into that sort of situation alone. in all honesty, the kid was intrigued at first, but those feelings soon turned to horror when his previous accusations were proven true.
he never blamed noah for what happened to them. he wanted to be cured, how could wyatt be angry with him for that? noah would have done the same if the roles had been reversed. they were brothers. twins. no matter what, wyatt would always be there for the kid. though, it was becoming all too clear that wyatt needed more saving than noah did. he was lost, drowning in a sea of uncertainty. those trials... the suffering he endured... he lost everything. it may have improved noah's way of life, but it did the opposite for wyatt. he hated the monster they turned him into. hell, the male would have gladly taken the remaining years he had left over becoming a lycan. it would have meant being a father, at least for a little while. now? he was viewed as a monster, a dead-beat father that couldn't care less about his child. zahra was so young when he left... she had no memory of her father. he wasn't in the picture, nor would he ever be. what was the point in living, when everything you loved was taken away?
just knowing that dahlia had hooked up with another man made the situation worse. the feelings he once harbored for the woman were long since gone, that wasn't the problem. his jealousy stemmed from seeing this stranger around his baby girl, acting as if he were her father. wyatt was the one that was supposed to take care of her, not him. despite how badly his heart ached, staying away was the best thing he could do for them. wyatt was dangerous, a loose canon. he was both impulsive and unpredictable while in wolf form, he had no control. it wasn't safe for them to be around him, it wasn't safe for anyone to be around him. the change had also taken a toll on his personality, causing the male to be far more aggressive than before. that played a part in why he didn't fit in with the organization: they couldn't control him. it didn't matter if you were innocent or guilty, he pulled the trigger all the same. it was at that point, everything started blending together, no longer could wyatt tell the difference. his unstable mindset got him kicked out of ghost, and honestly, he didn't see it as a bad thing. behind that weapon, he was a different person.
his eyes remained on the spinning barrel, completely unaware of his brother's presence. yells were drowned out by the music, attention lifting once the silence set in. the corners of his mouth tilted upward, a chuckle breaking through. in wyatt's defense, it wasn't everyday that his brother showed such an angry side to himself. standing there, he resembled their mother more than anything, appearing as she did when scolding wyatt for sneaking out. "well hello to you too." eyes traveled back onto the gun as noah spoke, smile remaining across his lips. "huh, figured you'd know what a gun looks like by now." leaning forward, wyatt picked up the weapon, pointing the barrel toward the window. "betcha it was that dick across the street. always complainin'." without any effort, wyatt was able to locate the heat source, seeing through every wall and straight into the man's home. shifting his gaze back to noah, he unloaded the gun with a swift movement, causing the magazine to fall into his lap. tossing the empty weapon back onto the table, wyatt smirked. "ah, jail's not so bad. dunno if you'd be able to survive it, though. i have a feeling you'd end up as someone's bitch." it was no secret that wyatt payed quite a few visits to the county prison, due to a variety of offences.
leaning forward, wyatt's gaze immediately fell upon the lines of cocaine formed on the surface of his coffee table. might as well finish them off, right? noah seemed to be on a cleaning rampage, and the last thing he wanted was for the drugs to go to waste. reaching for the rolled up dollar bill, wyatt let out another chuckle. "don't mind if i do."
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Dec 12, 2015 20:14:28 GMT -6
Post by NOAH CALDWELL on Dec 12, 2015 20:14:28 GMT -6
want to save you while there's still something left to save noah would never understand wyatt's world, no matter how much he tried. he'd always been the nerd to his 'cool' brother and whatever he did, he simply would never be able to compare. he'd always chased along in the footsteps of his brother, hoping one day a little bit of that genuine coolness would rub off on it. it never really did, even now that noah was a completely different person. he had awesome gadgets and could execute just about any secret operation plan that was thrown at him - but he still had his nerd status. in a way, he coveted what wyatt had, wanting a little taste of it for himself. he wanted to now what it was like to have the fame and the fortune and abundance of friends. hell, he even found the fact that wyatt had a child pretty endearing. it didn't matter what trouble he got himself into, noah would always love the guy.
with that love and adoration for his big brother, he had come to a point in which he realized he needed to keep an eye on him. if he wanted to keep him around, alive and in his life, wyatt truly needed help. the local authorities were somewhat avoidable, like with today's scenarios. and if it truly came down to it, the fact of the matter was that lycan strength and force would beat a mortal police officer any day. it would take a hell of a lot of drugs to kill their species and while that theory wasn't technically tested out, that wasn't the greatest worry of all to noah. instead, it was operation ghost itself. they not only rescued those in poor situations like the two caldwell brothers, but they acted as hunters. the goal was to allow supernaturals to blend in with the mortal world, creating some unachievable peace. if anyone compromised that, the mission of the group became to take the dangerous individual out. that was what he feared and foremost, what he was trying to prevent and avoid. it sure as hell didn't help any, though, that wyatt had this 'do it' kinda personality when noah presented him with such threats as a caution.
"yes, hello to me." noah muttered, the agitation clear in his voice. he merely stared at wyatt with pursed lips, feeling as though he needed to be scolded like a child. in any other situation, he would have enjoyed the pure snarkiness and sarcasm of the situation but the younger caldwell saw it was a more serious situation. "thank you, captain obvious. question is what is it doing there on the table?" he ventured a guess if he opened the barrel he'd find silver bullets in there - enough to seriously wound or kill their kind. o.g. had repossessed all the weapons initially given to wyatt, so noah could only imagine where his brother had gotten this one. "if you wanted to play with guns, you could have stayed with ghost. at least there you'd have something legitimate to do." noah was well aware how his brother felt on the situation but he always too the opportunity to mention it as the situation presented itself. a part of him hoped that bringing him back to o.g., doing another round of training with giles, would help him shape up and get back on the right track. "you have the skills...you can't deny that." more than anything, he just wanted his best friend around; he wanted them to be a team again.
despite his efforts to stay mad, a small chuckle escaped him at the mention of being someone's prison bitch. "probably, man. that's why i don't plan to ever go to prison. gotta say though, you're a little scrawny to work your way up to the top of the food chain in there." he teased lightly, before falling back into a more serious role. "would think your concern would be staying out of there too. didn't go so well the last time we were caged animals...doubt a second time around would be any better." after his experience with the group who'd turned them and experimented on them, he had no desire to ever relive any sort of imprisonment again.
noah had already been in the process of throwing a bunch of things into a garbage can he'd picked up, turning back to see what wyatt was doing. in his frustrations, he wanted to slap everything away from him and yell at him at the same time. instead, he merely stared at him, quietly speaking one last sentence. "is this what you want your daughter to come home to?" he was optimistic and often tried to relay that trait to wyatt, telling him often than one day, his daughter would be back in his life. but that sure as shit wouldn't happen if he was deader than a door nail. brothersss template by Margie @ Adoxography v2
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Dec 19, 2015 17:30:40 GMT -6
Post by WYATT CALDWELL on Dec 19, 2015 17:30:40 GMT -6
MY KNUCKLES BLEEDING
good old noah, always looking out for his brother. even now that they weren't working together, he still managed to save wyatt from himself. he was there to stop the male from going to jail, whereas wyatt could have cared less. his own worth was severely lacking, constantly on a mission of self-destruction. glancing down to the gun, wyatt smirked lightly. "where else would i put it?" chuckling, his glossy orbs flicked back up to noah. "i may or may not have had intentions of usin' it." using it on who, that was the question at hand. honestly, wyatt wasn't even so sure. it started out as a threat against the dick who stole his life. guess you could say that it escalated to thoughts of using it on himself. really, who the fuck would it hurt? the only person he had in his life was noah, and the kid would be better off not having to look after wyatt's ass. noah had things going for him, he was fully invested in ghost. the sting of loss would surely fade with time, then again, look at wyatt. even after six long years, he was still hurting over the loss of his little girl.
who knew that being halfway famous would lead to easy access in basically everything. "think that one's nice, you should see what i got in the back." motioning behind him, wyatt let out another stoned chuckled. oh, he had a nice collection, even if it was illegal. aside from the sniper rifle, he had acquired a rather deadly machine gun. now, that was a fun toy. he wasn't stupid enough to haul that bad boy out, though. nah, the kid was smart when it came to murder. slap on a decent silencer and you're good to go. oh, he thought about it daily, going after the prick. hell, he would gladly take the consequences that followed. "jesus." of course, he knew it was only a matter of time before noah would bring up the organization. "and if the person i was lookin' to take down had nothin' to do with ghost?" noah didn't see, it was almost as if he refused to believe that his brother was damaged. placing a gun in his hands and giving him the okay to shoot, that was their first mistake. the man was deadly, they found that out first hand, but it was far too late to save the lives he took so recklessly.
he couldn't help but laugh once again at noah's words, nodding his head slightly in response. "yeah, skills... my suppose to be proud that i'm good at killin'?" noah didn't understand, he never went through the pain of taking an innocent life. everyone he took out, they deserved it. it was his job to keep the world safe. "i'm done for, man. i dunno why you can't see that. the og, it's not for me. we ain't the same... an i'm sorry that i can't control myself like you. if i go back, i can't promise that i won't fuck up again." wyatt held a lot of admiration for his brother, especially after everything they had been through. despite how things started off, he was quickly proving to be the stronger twin. leaning over, he rested both arms onto his knees, bloodshot eyes trailing to the ground momentarily. "what do you think'll happen the next time around? i was already pardoned, right? think they'd let me off the hook the next time i screw up? i dunno, man. the way i see it, og would have no problem puttin' a bullet in my head if it meant savin' their asses." shrugging slightly, another amused chuckle broke through. "not that i'd mind. fuck, i'd be askin' for it at this point." with a system pumped full of narcotics, wyatt was liable to say anything, even if he didn't want noah to realize just how bad it was.
leaning back into the couch, wyatt couldn't help but laugh at his brother's response. "good plan." brows quirked slightly, shaking his head at the witty comeback. "hey, man. i been down that road before, and i'll have you know, my ass came out intact, thank you very much. i might be skinny, but i put plenty of ma'fuckers on the ground in there." it was no secret that wyatt possessed an aggressive side, especially towards those who posed a challenge. he wasn't about to let anyone walk over him, the kid was done with that shit. "can't be any worse than this." wyatt wasn't afraid of imprisonment. he spent most of his life caged up, starting with the illness, ending with the government and jail time. honestly, the fight inside of him was slowly dying out. for so long, he fought against his captors, forever struggling to break free of whatever situation he had been placed in. things were different now. the guy was tired, both physically and emotionally.
sitting on the edge of the couch, wyatt was fully prepared to snort the remaining lines, whether his brother watched or not. however, the second noah's words settled, eyes flicked upward, lip curling slightly. he meant well, hell, noah had more hope than wyatt ever did. still, that didn't change how the male felt. "she ain't comin' back." in a split second, his mood shifted, voice growing grim. dropping the dollar bill onto the table, wyatt rested his back against the shabby couch. placing a joint between his lips, he proceeded to light the end before inhaling a generous amount. it was almost as if he wanted to get caught, which may or may not have been true. "she's seein' someone... my little girl is callin' some other motherfucker daddy." after taking another hit, wyatt intentionally blew the smoke in noah's direction. "zahra has no idea who the fuck i am. i already missed seven goddamn years... she ain't comin' back... dahlia was right."
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Feb 19, 2016 22:07:56 GMT -6
Post by NOAH CALDWELL on Feb 19, 2016 22:07:56 GMT -6
want to save you while there's still something left to save even though noah had a ton of support from operation ghost, wyatt as the only blood relative he had. sure, his elder brother and sister were still alive somewhere, but he hadn’t talked to them in years…and had no desires to. noah was his twin, the very person he felt the most connected to, despite being completely opposite in every way possible. growing up, they were all the other had and that was a bond that noah would never abandoned. aside from just being a good person who liked to help, noah knew it was his duty as a loving brother to help his brother. some may have thought the tattooed boy a lost cause but that was never noah’s take on it. there was always hope for a person, so long as someone in the equation cared enough to try. in this case, it wasn’t wyatt who cared about his own life, but his brother who was looking out for him. it was like some odd sort of payback, for all the years that wy had looked out for the second born twin. noah had always been weak and while his twin had too, wyatt at least had the strength to get them through childhood. it was time for noah to return the favor in adulthood.
the lycan merely stared at his brother, completely unamused. “you shouldn’t even have it.” he stated simply, knowing he’d figure out some way to take it home with him. not that it would do much good – wyatt would probably just find another. “remember all the cool shit you had at headquarters? the awesome guns…sniper rifles…silencers. all at your disposal, to do good with, of course.” he reminded the man opposite to him, going on with his usual not-so-subtle hinting that his brother should come back to the very people that saved them. they may have been monsters but that didn’t meant they couldn’t do good in the world. “you don’t need to use it. guess i’ll remove the temptation for you.” he finally snatched it up, opening up the chamber to let the bullets fall on the floor before stowing it in inside his coat breast pocket. even if wyatt had meant the bullets for someone beside himself, noah saw that as an equally bad thing. if he began a terror to the community, he knew o.g. would put him down. that’s what they did: protected the peace.
seriously? there was more? he shouldn’t have been surprised, he guessed. “i can’t let you…” he started off, trying to find his words. he certainly didn’t want to babysit his brother or lose his trust, but it was hard to deal with what he was hearing. “why? why could you possibly need any of that? oh right, there is no reason.” noah was cross now, though it was pretty clear that wyatt didn’t take him seriously whatsoever. “you know i can’t leave without confiscating it all.” there he went, using the team’s terms. “i can tell ghost i picked them up off the street or off some mortal dealer or something.” in his head, he already began to find the excuses, fully aware he couldn’t turn this information to the very organization he worked for. he was a good recruiter and foot soldier for them, which made deceiving them all the more morally difficult for him. “you know what i’d have to do.” noah stated simply, an unpleasant look on his face. if his brother killed without orders from the group, he in turn, would be killed.
“its more than that, wyatt.” he continued to pick up the littered room, throwing things in the garbage can as he glanced back over at his brother. “putting down monsters…those who are a danger to the city. sure, you’re taking a life…a murderer's life…but you’re doing it to save hundreds others.” it was a difficult argument to make but noah could recognize the good in their work. the pain of his brother’s words hit him hard, though he used his training to conceal it. he hated seeing him like this and having that inkling that there was nothing he could do to help him. “one more chance, brother. that’s all i’m asking for. come back, let me help you.” he’d already stuck his neck out for his brother with the group, who had been hesitant. “and if anything goes wrong, i promise you i’ll put a bullet between your eyes myself. no more misery and no more hurting people. no more hurting yourself.” noah made the promise, knowing full well in his heart that he would never be the one to pull the trigger. he thought, without a doubt, that he could save wyatt.
a wavering laugh came from him, appreciating the playful banter between his brother, even if it came with a whole mess of problems. “well then, don’t wanna go back. after all, you start hitting those withdrawals in the slammer and you’re not going to be on top. they'll knock your socks off to the point you won’t want to get up from the toilet on account of how much you’ve been puking. and the shaking and night sweats? not gonna help you too much with holding your ground.” when he opened his mouth, he had intended to joke back with his twin but instead, he handed him a dose of reality in the form of his drug habit.
at this point, noah didn’t make a move to remove the joint from wyatt’s mouth. he figured a little pot was a lot less harmful than the power on the table. he listened to his brother as he spoke, bending low to the table at the same time to blow the cocaine from the table with a large breath. unless his brother was going to vacuum it out of the carpet, he’d solved that problem for now. “and you’re just going to accept that? you’re going to accept that she’s being raised by some other moron?” his words were edging, nearly taunting wyatt. “you get up and get your shit together and i’ll help you get her back.” that was a promise he could stand by, mostly because he too wanted to get to know his niece. “but if you wanna sit there and wallow in your own self pity then let this other dude raise her. if that’s the case, he’s probably a better father anyway.” there, he said it, on purpose. if the thought of the organization wouldn’t persuade him, maybe his daughter would. seriously love them as bros template by Margie @ Adoxography v2
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May 23, 2016 22:46:00 GMT -6
Post by WYATT CALDWELL on May 23, 2016 22:46:00 GMT -6
MY KNUCKLES BLEEDING
a grin was quick to spread across the male's lips, eyes squinting slightly. "pfft, don't be such a buzz-kill. i'm sure everyone on the block has a gun." despite wyatt's views when it came to operation ghost, he merely returned noah's words with a chuckle. "to do good with... remember all the innocent lives i took? did that with those awesome guns and shit." he continuously beat himself up about the entire ordeal, taking complete blame for what happened. the man snapped, his instability taking a drastic toll on the duties he was expected to do. what if those events were to repeat themselves? i mean, the guy wasn't exactly in the best place right now, certainly not mentally. hell, he could barely function without being stoned. "i a'int like you, noah. i never was... you got the hero part down, makin' the world a better place for the monsters who got fucked over. you've found your place. i'm just not so sure that place involves me." it was true, the twins did owe operation ghost a great deal. the organization saved them... but maybe staying away was the best way for wyatt to repay that debt.
brows raised as he watched noah unload his gun, bullets falling to the ground. "bro... that wasn't cool." his words were laced with humor, finding the entire scenario rather amusing. "looks like the o.g turned you into a straight up tight-ass. then again... i guess you've always been that way." with a teasing expression splattered across his features, wyatt leaned back into the couch, back resting against its cushion. "can't let me what?" tilting his head to the side, he could feel the rush of euphoria. the cocaine setting in, leaving behind a pleasurable sensation. "bust a cap in someone's ass?" snorting slightly, wyatt folded his arms across his chest, a cool chill spreading throughout his body. "why not have 'em? i mean, can't be relyin' on wolfy power all the time, right?" as his eyes grew heavy, the male glanced away momentarily, heart-rate picking up. "enemies come in all forms, a'int just limited to the supernatural world." there were plenty of disputes among the entertainment industry, especially when it came to the rap genre. one wrong word, one lyric directed toward the wrong person. that's all it took. that wasn't including the drug business, to which wyatt was currently drowning in.
waving his hand weakly, wyatt leaned his head back. "yeah, yeah. go do your job, mr. officer. but, i can't promise that it won't happen again." cracking up, his right hand slowly connected to his chest, rubbing the location above his heart. "you can tell 'em whatever the fuck you want, don't make no difference to me." nodding absentmindedly, his eyes eventually trailed back up to noah. yeah, wyatt understood what they would have to do. though he remained silent for a brief moment, he watched as his brother scrambled to clean up the trashed room. "right... savin' lives, killin' the bad guys... ever thought that i could be one of those monsters? i mean, technically the shit i pulled woulda gotten any regular monster killed. they only pardoned me 'cause of you." his finger pointed toward noah as he finished the statement, dilated pupils locked onto his brother. "one more chance, eh? one more... i know you mean well, but it feels kinda like help is a little out of reach right now..." his voice trailed off, expression shifting as he heard noah speak. swallowing hard, wyatt sat up, brows pulling together.
"you sure about that?" despite the breathless feel, wyatt struggled to fight against his crumbling surface, stare hardening. "you sure you could kill me? 'cause honestly, i don't think you got it in you. i have a hard time believin' that you would be able to pull the trigger. you a'int that strong, brother." staring the male down carefully, he refrained from breaking eye-contact. "wanna know how i know that? if the situation was reversed, and it was you standin' at the end of that barrel... i wouldn't be able to do it." a broken chuckle crept passed his lips as he looked down, rubbing at his eyes. "fuck man, i'd shoot myself before i'd ever turn a gun on you. but, noah... i hope to god that i'm wrong. so, i'm holdin' you to that promise." glancing back up, a faint smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth. "don't bitch out on me, kid." deep down, wyatt knew better. they were twins... their bond was far greater than the average brothers. they were connected in a way that few individuals could understand.
despite the depth of his previous words, wyatt couldn't help but crack up at noah's words. "hey, that's just another reason why no one'd wanna fuck with me. i'm a cranky-ass motherfucker when coming down, not gonna lie. then again, not even a dick in the ass could compare to those goddamn withdrawals. shit fuckin' sucks. y'know, that's why you were always the smart one. good grades, kept your nose clean. fuckin' went to college... did i ever mention that i was proud of that shit?" another effect of cocaine? over-confidence, and never shutting the hell up. though he may not have voiced it often, wyatt couldn't have been more proud of his brother's accomplishments. while he was out partying and wasting away his life, noah was actually doing something with his. the only good to come out of wyatt's reckless nature was his little girl, and even that was taken away from him.
by that point, he wasn't even paying attention to noah's actions, mind wandering far from his little reality. however, the fact that he had gotten rid of the cocaine was more or less a good thing. "well... you confiscated all my guns, so i can't exactly shoot the fucker, now can i?" he was obviously joking, a tactic often used to mask his true emotions. "and how're you gonna do that, mr. kent?" it was a reference to superman, yet another wise-crack. however, as his brother continued to speak, something within wyatt managed to snap. the coffee table was flipped as wyatt came to a stand, shoving noah against the wall. with one hand clenching the fabric of his suit, the other was raised in a fist, as if ready to punch the other male. the rapid rise and fall of his chest signified the lack of air, the speed of his pounding heart... he was frozen, glossy orbs locked onto his brother's, a pained expression slowly spreading across his face. hesitantly, he dropped the previously raised fist, his other hand letting go of noah's clothing. "i didn't me-..." pausing, wyatt could feel his nose running, liquid pouring from his nostrils. using the back of his hand to wipe it away, he pulled it back, instantly noticing that it was blood. "ah, shit..." he had gotten nose bleeds before, but nothing like the one he was currently enduring. "i'm s- sorry..." ignoring the blood seeping from his nose, wyatt's forehead met with noah's shoulder.
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