Rewrite Some Lines

A/N: Hello! I'm alive again, though most of you probably didn't know I had died, lol. Just a quick note on the warnings. Most apply to far later on in the story, if they will apply at all. I just added any possible warning to cover all the bases. Anyhoo, enjoy!

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A shoe crashed on the door nearby, ricocheting off and nearly hitting Evan in his shoulder. "You better get back here, you little faggot! You know you done wrong, kid. Come back here an' take your punishment!" The bellowing voice followed Evan throughout the house. He had been here many times before but this was the first time he actually felt the need to leave.

Jason was at it again, though this time was so much worse than the others. Most often the older man would merely sneer or make a snide remark about something Evan had done or did not do. Jason only resorted to violence once before, and that was a simple smack on the cheek, which he had later apologized profusely for. Evan had no other choice than to forgive him. This man had given him love when no one else would dare.

But at that moment, Evan wished so much he could be anywhere else but in Jason's house. Even his own house would be better than this. He skidded around a corner, Jason's voice seemingly closer now, and more dooming. Evan spotted a nearby door that was open a crack, and quickly dove inside, closing the door behind himself and shuffling back into the depths of the tiny area. He easily hid his small frame behind the various smoky smelling heavy winter coats and rain boots, but he still feared Jason's wrath, especially since he hid, which would make it all worse.

"Oh God, please don't let me die tonight. I will do anything you want if you get me out of this alive..." Evan whispered into a fluffy faux fur coat in front of him. "...please." He had long ago broken out into tears. Pathetically weak tears, Jason had called them once, during their lovemaking. At this point, Evan began to wonder if anything they had done could honestly be considered love.

"Evan," Jason started, sounding dangerously close to the closet. His voice was calm and collected now; painfully soft sounding and almost sweet, but Evan could hear the tinge of bitterness and poison in his voice. "you don't want to do this, Baby. Y' know I love you. You know we can work this out like we always do. Just come here, and we'll talk, nice and easy like."

When Jason paused to listen for an answer, which Evan had no intention of supplying, the telltale click of a switchblade sounded in the room, and Evan felt a cold snake of dread creep up his spine. His eyes widened impossibly, and he tried futility to make more room between himself and the madman out in the living room. He scooted back into the closet, slowly as to not make a noise, but God apparently did not hear his plea, and a bag from a shelf above knocked loose and banged loudly against the door. Evan whipped a hand over his mouth to keep himself from crying out in shock, but it was all much too late.

The closet door whipped open, and a strangely non human mass stood before Evan. The monster's mouth was slack, the eyes bulging from their bloodshot sockets, the fingers contorted into unnatural shapes around the blade. Even his stance did not seem normal. Evan could no longer control the steady flow of tears as the man he once thought he loved turned into this...thing. "Aha! I see you..." The monster sing songed merrily. "Thought you could hide from me, eh? Well, my sweet, you know I'll always find you. We're connected, you and I. Now come out like a good boy and talk with your boyfriend. Civilized folk don't hide in closets, right?"

Jason smiled widely and took a step back to allow Evan an exit from the stuffy closet. "Good boy," He crooned when Evan slowly slid out and on the floor into a huddled mass of tears and fear. "Now now, baby. We can't be on the floor, can we? Care to sit on the couch together? I feel like cuddling..." Jason bent over, blade still in hand, and easily gathered Evan's limp form off the floor and deposited him on the couch gingerly, as if he was handling a small bird or a baby kitten. "Ohh, yes. Much better, love." He whispered, settling Evan into his lap and petting his hair affectionately.

Evan almost fell into his trap, finding the combined effects of the running and the adrenaline and the fear seeping into him and filling him with an overwhelming sense that only left him with tiredness. With the soft petting and the hushed words he almost fell asleep in the monster's lap, but he jerked himself out of Jason's hold before he allowed that to happen. Or, at least he tried to.

Jason's steady, though needlessly tight grip surrounded Evan's small wrist, stopping him from straying too far from the couch. Evan's breath caught in his throat, and he feared he might vomit when he looked down to see the blade pointing at his exposed belly. His stomach quivered, and he could feel the metal press into his skin, making him bite his cheek. One wrong move and he would fall onto the knife. He snapped his head up to Jason's icy gaze and wordlessly begged him to pull the knife back.

All he got in response was a knowing smile. "Evan." Jason said quietly, making the boy in question return his attention. "You want to leave me." He scoffed when Evan quickly shook his head no. "Oh, come now. I can tell when you're lyin'." He paused to turn the blade over in his hand, but did not remove it from Evan's stomach. "You want to leave me. I can see it in your eyes. I can smell it on you. I know. I've seen it coming for some time now. Tried to work things out. But you keep being difficult. Do you see what a dilemma this is?" Jason cocked his head to the side and waited for a reply.

Evan let out a shaky breath, and opened his mouth to say something, anything, but he found his throat was locked. He could not say a word, try as he might. A single bead of sweat rolled from his temple down the side of his cheek. When Jason's eyes turned dark, he knew he was in some serious trouble.

"I see. You don't think this matter is serious, do you. Well, I regret to inform you, my dear, that it is indeed serious." He slid the knife up Evan's belly and rested it against his clearly visible ribcage. Jason stood up from the couch, not once letting go of Evan's wrist, and leaned in carefully, his heady scent filling the boy's nostrils. Jason pressed cheek to cheek with Evan, turning his head slightly to lick up the leftover path from the earlier sweat bead. "Baby," He whispered hotly into Evan's ear, making him shiver for all the wrong reasons. "If I can't have you, I'll make it so nobody else will ever want you. All you'll have, my dear," He paused, his mouth as close to Evan's ear as he could get it, "Is me."

Evan did not feel the pain first, as he might have thought. What he noticed first was the sound of the knife cleanly slicing through flesh. Then the thick coppery smell of blood hit him like a boxing glove, and finally, the pain swooped in and took over his entire body. He found himself on the floor, clutching his side some time later. His hand and side were wet, and the cool air from the room made him shiver, which only forced out another gush of the liquid. His vision was blurry, but he could make out a pair of shoes in front of him, and only had enough time to register one of them coming closer towards his face before everything went black.


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The first thing Evan awoke to was the steady sound of a mechanical beep, some whooshing noises, and a shrill, girly cry, "Oh my God! He's awake, Tyler! He's awake! Go get the nurse! Hurry!" A pause, then, "Ev! Oh my God, I thought you were dead for sure!" He barely felt the touch on his hand, but he recognized it for what it was and closed his hand around the other as well as he could manage.

"Hey now, don't talk just yet, hun. I don't want you to hurt something or...um. I don't know. Just, sit tight, okay? Well, heh, not like you can do much else, um. Oh look at me, just babbling on. Erm, wait. Can you see me?" The girl stuck her face in his short line of vision and waved her free hand around in his face. "I think you can. Your eyes moved a little bit just now. Oh Ev, I swear if you go blind..." Her voice carried the sound of a light and concerned threat. Evan knew she meant well.

"Ehem, Miss. I'm going to need to you step away for a moment while I check out his vitals." Another female voice sounded from a bit farther away, and suddenly the pressure on his hand was gone, and Evan realized then how quickly he had come to depend on that simple touch. He attempted to turn his head to look at his friend, but the simple act of moving his neck sent such pain through his body he could not do it. The nurse sighed when his heart rate spiked for a moment and gave a pointed look at the wiggly girl next to her patient. "Miss, I'm going to need you to leave for a moment."

The girl frowned and stomped her foot down on the ground impatiently. "Why do I need to leave? I'm practically the only family Ev has at the moment; I have every right to be here!"

"Well," The nurse started, sounding equally impatient and wondering why this little girl was giving her lip. "I'm sure that's all well and great, but if you don't leave this room now, I will have you forcibly removed. You are hindering my check on Mr. Evans and if I don't do my job, he might not get better." Her voice carried a threat.

The girl rolled her eyes and flipped out a hand. "Lady, first off, I can spot a bluff as well as I can make them. Secondly, don’t call him ‘Mr. Evans’, he hates that. It makes him sound like his father. But anyway, I’m not stopping you from anything. You're just checking his blood pressure and whatnot. He's not going to die anymore. It was just the whole 'he needs to wake up' thing that got your panties in a bunch. But he's fine now, right?"

She looked at Evan again, thinking 'fine' was a relative term considering the state he was currently in. He had bandages all over his body, a cast on one of his arms and legs, his nose was broken beyond traditional repair and would have a permanent bend in it, and his torso had so many wounds the girl wondered if he would ever look like the boy she had befriended. In his cocoon of wraps and bandages, she barely recognized him. Only when he had opened his eyes had she seen her Evan.

But she noticed something else there, too, that deeply worried her. His eyes did not have that same boyish innocence any longer, and instead something dark and weary replaced it. Maybe it was just a phase, she thought. Maybe it was the shock, the pain. She still had no idea what had happened to him other than he was attacked and left for dead outside of a Dairy Queen and brought in by some kind stranger.

She could wait to ask him, even if every fiber of her being desired to seek out the answers she so desperately needed to know. She felt her throat constrict and her eyes threaten to spill tears. While awkwardly gesturing towards the door to the room, she said, "I'll...um, be outside. The room, I mean. Sitting...right." She turned on her heel and made her way towards the door, but before she got a chance to leave, she heard the faint sound of Evan's voice.

"Skye," He croaked, his mouth feeling thick and dry.

She took a deep breath, let it out, and then answered, "Yes?"

He attempted to smile. He did not know if it worked, but it was the thought that counted. "Thanks,"

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A/N: Alright, guys. First part to my NaNoWriMo story. Hope you all enjoyed. c: