FIND ME - - - BRUCE [triggers]

[posy ann knight]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://25.media.tumblr.com/f02ea13f524bf1a079217e43ba2d4d54/tumblr_mfsyj89sRu1rd6dyco1_500.jpg); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 25;] hi Everything started when she got the first note. It was a short note that was put in her locker that read Stay away from McKaye. Easily Posy dismissed it though, probably just some rich girl being caddy and mean. Then a few days later Bruce told her that she should stay away from him that they shouldn’t hang out. Still Posy dismissed it, even when she got a second note, just as short that just said Listen to lover boy. Someone was just being mean to her, even though she learned of that psycho running around Posy didn’t even think that it could possibly have any relation. She stopped hanging out with Bruce for about a week and there weren’t anymore notes, but when she got back to her dorm room after spending the night with Bruce and making up there was an even shorter note on her bed I warned you was all it said. Progressively it got worse. After the last note she went to class the next day and opened her locker to find all of her books torn apart and a single crushed flower. She got a more notes wedged in her new books or in her backpack or in her room that got more and more threatening as time went on. She got back to her room one day and all of the fabric that she bought recently was torn and her side of the room was a mess. Luckily she got there before Jay so she had time to clean up. It wasn’t that bad, really, no one was hurting her, but Posy was starting to get scared, so she talked to Helena. After being extremely vague Helena told Posy that she should probably tell the person she’s keeping this from, Bruce. However so much was going on and Bruce didn’t need the stress. No she could deal with this. Or maybe she couldn’t. It finally got through to her that maybe, just maybe this wasn’t just a bunch of caddy girls and that it might just be that nut job all the legacies are freaking out about. Bruce had just asked her out, she had the ring her gave her on and everything. Her and Bruce were boyfriend and girlfriend, Posy was so happy it made her careless. It was the night before her dad was supposed to be in town and Posy knew it would be best to stay the night in her dorm room in case her dad came early and found out his little girl was actually staying in the boy dorms. Posy preferred her father not trying to kill her boyfriend. Anyway it was late at night and Posy was going to the bathroom to wash face and take care of business after staying up late sewing and working on the finishing touches of her dad’s presents. She was in one of the stalls when the lights turned off. She called out that someone was in there, but no one answered. Then she said that it wasn’t funny, her response was the sound of a mirror shattering. She heard footsteps and Posy stood stall with eyes wide. There was banging on all the stall doors, when the banging was just one away from her the bathroom door opened and the light turned on. Posy remained tucked in a ball on top of the toilet, listening to a girl cry out about the broken mirror, she sat there until the girl ran out to get staff to clean up the mess before running out of the bathroom straight to her room and didn’t sleep a wink. Posy should have told Bruce right away, but she was freaked out and hiding in her room with her pepper spray in hand. She thought about calling him in the morning, but her dad showed up and she figured Bruce could have Christmas to not worry and then she could tell him. However she got a text on Christmas that Bruce was going home. Then she found out that his little sister had died and Posy knew she couldn’t worry him, she could wait until he got home to tell him about the notes and vandalism. The next day Posy sent her dad off for him to drive back to Ohio and decided she could go back to Bruce’s and use his kitchen and make that cake she promised him. It didn’t take long to make the cake; it was baked and iced easily. She put it in the fancy airtight lock thing that Bruce bought when they went grocery shopping once to make sure it stayed fresh for when Bruce got back. She was leaving his room to drive back to hers to go take Linny for a walk; she was locking the door with the key he kept hidden when suddenly there was something over her mouth. Posy struggled but she was no match for whoever it was and quickly everything went black. When she woke up hands were bound behind her back, her feet were tied, and there was tape over her mouth. Her eyes went wide and she started to scream, but it just came out muffled because of the tape. After god knows how long of freaking out Posy started to calm down and take in where she was. It was dark and cold; she was sitting on a cold slab of concrete in an enclosed space, a closet maybe? Her hands were bound in what felt like handcuffs, they were cold and hard and on a bit too tight so when she tried to wiggle free she could feel them cutting into her skin. Her legs were bound together in what looked like duck tape; gosh there was already a tear in her pants at her knee. Posy wasn’t sure how much time passed she sat in there, she kept trying to wiggle out of the handcuffs, but all she succeeded in doing was bloodying up her wrists. She tried to work on her legs, but she really had nothing to cut the tape with. Eventually it came down to her just sitting there and thinking. How long had she been out? Could it have been a few hours? A day? Days? Posy didn’t know, she didn’t have her phone to check the date or time, all she had was a bunch of questions. One thing she didn’t question though was who was behind this. It had to be that psycho killer, but if it was the killer then why was she alive? Why was she being kept wherever she was? Was she going to be killed? Oh god she was going to be killed and maybe the killer was just dragging it out to make Bruce suffer, especially after Bruce already escaped the nut job once. The first thing she noticed once she was done really freaking out was she was thirsty. Logistically Posy knew she could last at least three days without water and based on the fact that she wasn’t completely parched meant that she couldn’t have been down there for more than a day… that sounded right. Now that she was aware of how thirsty she was, it was kind of all she could think about. When she heard footsteps and the sound of metal moving, locks probably, Posy couldn’t help but hope that it was water or food coming, but she feared that it was the psycho coming to kill her. Best case scenario it was a rescue team. The door opened and all Posy saw was black. Black pants, black boots, black hoodie with the hood pulled over and either a black mask or paint or something hiding the person’s face. Posy couldn’t help but scream a muffled scream when she saw the figure, she tried scrambling back but the person grabbed her by the arm and pulled her out of the closet she was being kept in. She took in her surroundings, while still struggling to get away. All around her was just concrete and dim lighting, nothing distinguishable besides the chair and camera in the middle of the room. The chair was the one that Posy was pushed in, then a voice started speaking, it was disguised with one of those voice changers so Posy couldn’t tell if it was a boy or a girl or a man or a woman, but she heard the person addressing the camera, taunting Bruce. When she calmed down a bit she could hear the last bit of what the voice said …enjoy the show McKaye. The person approached her, Posy saw it draw a gloved fist back and it came into contact with her face, knocking her sideways off the chair. She fell to the ground and the person yanked her up by her sleeve causing it to rip and sat her back on the chair, turning back to the camera You should hear her scream was what they said before ripping the duck tape off her mouth. She tried not to scream, just to be defiant, but by the time she was knocked to the floor again she couldn’t help it. Luckily she passed out. When she came too she was back in the closet, this time her hands bound in front of her and a bottle of water was in the corner of the room. Posy was so thirsty that she drank it all without thinking. It was a bad idea because no water came for a long time, actually nothing came for a while, which Posy was glad for because everything hurt. She wasn’t sure, but she was pretty sure she was bleeding on her head somewhere, her ribs hurt, her arms were torn up from trying to protect her head. Her clothes were ripped and dirty and had dried blood on them. She was also seriously hungry, she didn’t even eat breakfast the day she was taken and she’s gotten no food since. She knew she could survive, but god she was hungry. Somehow she managed to fall asleep but she was woken up by the sound of the door opening again. The person returned, dressed in the same black get up. Posy wanted to scream, to fight when he yanked her up and pushed her back toward the chair in the middle of the room, she tried, she did, but she hurt everywhere and there wasn’t as much spirit behind it. She was pushed back in the chair and the strange voice handed her a script, before pulling the duck tape off her mouth the voice told her she’d read it, but Posy read the script and it was just taunting Bruce, so she shook her head defiantly. The person drew something from its hoodie pocket and Posy learned it was a taser after she got stuck with it. Now will you read it?! it asked angrily but Posy shook her head again and was stuck again. After that she was hit across the face again before being thrown back into the closet. This happened two more times, Posy refused each time. By the time Posy was left alone she just… god she couldn’t even think maybe it was her brain shutting down or maybe she could just sleep. The next time Posy woke up the black figure was in the doorway and suddenly there was a bag over her head. She was pulled/dragged somewhere she couldn’t see before she was thrown into what she could only assume was a trunk because it was small and cramped and she heard a car start up. Posy had no idea where she was, she might not even be in Easton for all she knew. Either way she was pretty damn sure she was going to die. The person was probably taking her out to the middle of nowhere, killing her, and then disposing of her body. God she couldn’t die. She couldn’t. She just started living! It would destroy Bruce and her father, god her father. He would be all alone. It would kill the men in her life Posy knew it. So when the trunk opened Posy was ready to fight tooth and nail to get out of this because she had so much to live for and she had people to take care of. She was pulled out of the trunk and dumped on the ground of… a forest? She was in a forest, the trees were bare because it was winter and she didn’t have a coat so she was cold. It was dark out, but her eyes were used to the dark. She didn’t have a coat and for some reason the asshole took her shoes. She was dragged long for god knows how long before she was dumped on the ground and when she saw the person reach into their pocket Posy was ready to run, but what the person drew out wasn’t a weapon… It was her phone. The person tossed the phone at her and said Just a friendly reminder to your friends. I’m in charge, not them. Then he tossed the key to the cuffs on the dirt, she dove for the key and by the time she looked up the person was gone. With shaking hands Posy fumbled with the handcuffs behind her back and by the time her hands were free she fumbled with the duck tape, taking longer with shaking hands, on her legs and mouth. She grabbed her phone and ran. She wanted to get far far away from that psycho in case they came back and decided that maybe it wasn’t a good idea to let her go for whatever reason. The ground was hard and cold and it was dark out, when she was farther away Posy ducked under a kind of overhang before sliding down and curling her legs up underneath her tattered and dirtied sweater. With shaking hands she turned on her phone and found it was Sunday early early morning, closer to Saturday than anything. With shaking hands she dialed Bruce’s phone, why she didn’t dial 911 she didn’t know, but all she wanted right now was Bruce. When the phone topped ringing Posy said in a quiet, rushed voice Bruce, help. Please… I’m in the woods somewhere. Please come get me. She could feel her voice starting to shake as the adrenaline wore off and she could start to feel the cold seep in. words: 2412 tagged: bruce outfit: CLICK

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[BRUCE RYAN MCKAYE]

[style=font-family:georgia; font-size:35; color:e7e0d5; letter-spacing: -3px; text-shadow: #000000 2px 2px 2px;]and all these demons,

THEY KEEP ME UP ALL NIGHT.

[style=font-family:tahoma; font-size: 9; letter-spacing:2px; text-align:justify;]It all started with a phone call.

He'd been at Helen's for a little while, he'd dropped by for Christmas eve and Helen had given him a bad time for not bringing Posy - Posy was with her dad, though, so how could he bring her? - and Bruce was pretty sure that Helen was skeptical that Posy even existed at all. Which wasn't unsurprising, because in his entirety of his high school career he'd probably had two or three girlfriends tops, and the most recent ex was nuts. So he wasn't surprised that Helen was making a big deal out of this, especially the way Tav spoke about Posy, like she was some saint or something. Honestly, for putting up with him, Posy was pretty damn close. He'd left shortly before eleven though, and it hadn't been much longer after he'd reached Videlict that his phone had gone off. From Ireland. It was his mother, which didn't particularly alarm him in any way, since it was Christmas eve... Except, Limerick's time was five hours ahead of Easton's, which meant that it was roughly four in the morning; an illogical time for even his mother to call. He'd known something was wrong the moment he'd picked the phone up and it was his father speaking, because if it wasn't important, it would have been his mother. He could hear her in the background though, wailing like the bean sidhe herself, and Bruce knew. He just knew. His father hadn't even said it directly, he'd never even addressed it; it had just been that stern voice and a, "You have a flight booked to Limerick and it's scheduled to leave in an hour and a half. The Carlisles are coming as well." And that was how Bruce McKaye had learned his little sister had died. God, he'd hated Aislynn, he really had. He'd hated her for being sick, for stealing his and Liam's attention, for ruining his life. Except, the entire drive to the airport - he hadn't even packed, god, he'd just left - all he could think about was how it wasn't her fault she was sick. She hadn't asked to be born with a heart condition, she didn't deserve his hate. If anything he should have been patient with her, understanding... But he wasn't. Bruce was selfish if nothing else, and all he could see was how her illness affected him.

It wasn't her fault, not at all. She'd died thinking her older brother hated her. God, what kind of scum was he? He'd never even apologized, not two weeks ago, when his mother called him to tell him that Ais had been in the hospital and that her new stent was infected. He hadn't even called her, or asked her how she was doing, because all he could think about was how Aislynn being ill would just make his mother crazier. And now she was dead. And he couldn't go back and fix that, not at all; he'd have to live with the fact that his baby sister died knowing that he hated her, when he didn't hate her at all.

He hated himself.

So Bruce had flown to Limerick, and before he'd left, he'd asked Tavish to tell Posy because he didn't want to run up her phone bill with any international costs or anything. He didn't want her to have to worry about him, especially not during the holidays. Christmas was supposed to be a happy time, but it wasn't. It wasn't happy at all. He didn't sleep, the entire, short time he was in Limerick. Bruce arrived seven hours later, at one in the afternoon, and spent the vast majority of his time trying to avoid his mother. His father was arranging the funeral, and their estate was packed with so much family that Bruce couldn't help but squirm. His uncles avoided him, but his aunts would chastise him for not being a better son, for not helping his mother through this time of need. Liam would occasionally give him looks, having flown in from practice with his football team. Liam had escaped the majority of their mother's descent into madness over the incredibly ill Aislynn, but Bruce had not, and he couldn't forgive his mother the way Liam could. The funeral had taken place on the 26th, and as soon as he could get out, he booked a flight back to the states and was on his way. He'd arrived, too, the same day, not too late - around ten or eleven - and Tavish had come to pick him up. That was when he tried to call Posy the first time, just to let her know he'd landed and he was alright and not to worry about him, because he'd inadvertently told her about Aislynn and he hadn't meant to, and he didn't want her to worry about him. He didn't think twice about it when she didn't pick up, chalked it off to her having left her phone somewhere, and called it that. It wasn't until he and Tav were nearly back to Videlict when Lily went to go check on Posy, and found the door to his room wide open, and a note.

A note.

He'd just lost it, right there in the passenger seat of the Continental, which he had let Tav drive because Tavish liked driving it. Bruce didn't particularly remember a lot about it, except that his face had ended up sticky and he'd run up the stairs of the dorms three at a time, until he could hardly breathe by the time he made it to the sixth floor (although, he wasn't sure if it was because he was running, or crying, or both). But Lily had been waiting for him in his dorm, and Tavish hadn't questioned anything, or said anything, he'd just stood there stony faced and solemnly agreed to stay with him. He only had fleeting points of clarity; he remembered sitting on his bed, with his head in his hands, because something happening to Posy had become an all-consuming fear, the kind that would creep into his dreams and keep him up on the odd night. And now it was real, and something had happened to her, and unsurprisingly it was his fault. His sister was dead, and his girlfriend might as well be, and he wasn't sure he had it in him to even get up from where he was sitting. And then the next thing he remembered, was everyone in his room. Hayden, Jake, Chase, Lily, D'Arcy, Delany, Tavish; it was all too much, it was all too suffocating, and it was driving him mad. Lily convinced them to leave, after a while, to go next door and give him some room. And he was glad, he was so glad for that room but it wasn't going to fix anything, anyway.

He spent a lot of time staring down at his carpet, he remembered that much. And wondering where Posy was, and if she was even alright, or if she was even alive, and thinking about how, if it hadn't been for him - him and his stupid selfishness - she would be safe in her dorm and not potentially dead somewhere.

At some point, the night passed, and the day came and went, and he wasn't really even aware of anything, not anymore. He was just angry, at himself, at this stupid killer, at the fact that he was so goddamn helpless. He couldn't do anything, he didn't know even where to start. Time went on in some haze, and Tavish stayed, and some pseudo-Hayden-esque watch began, the type that had started when Abby had died, except Bruce wasn't about to jump out a window or overdose on morphine, not like Hayden, because Posy wasn't dead. She couldn't be dead. There was no body. Which in many ways was worse, than if she was dead. At least if she was dead, it would be over. She wouldn't have to suffer, and he could go on, with all that guilt on his back. But she was alive somewhere, and who knew what was going on, or if she was even in one fucking piece anymore. Who knew what that fucker was doing, and it just snowballed from there. Until that night. Lily had been over, keeping an eye on him, convincing everyone to give him some space, when he'd gotten the message. Lily had watched it with him, so she'd heard it, she'd seen it. He didn't even remember much of it, because he'd gotten so angry that he'd just lost it. Bruce didn't even particularly remember what he'd done, either, until he sort of came to coherence in the bathroom, with his hands all bloodied, a broken mirror, and the sink ripped out from the wall. Lily had just sat through it, too, and avoided the occasional planet that had flown off his orrery when he'd smashed it against the wall, and the telescope that had ended up out the window, and the furniture that had ended up smashed to bits. He couldn't fucking take it, he just couldn't. And then Tavish had cleaned things up, and Bruce couldn't deal with Chase and Jake and Hayden, so he'd just fucking left. He'd climbed out his window - because Tavish couldn't fucking stop him, and neither could fucking Jake or Chase for that matter - and Lily had helped him get out, because they were going to smother him to death. Each and every one of them.

He'd spent the night in some crappy hotel outside of Easton, watching old black and white movies all night, because he couldn't fucking sleep anymore.

In the morning, Bruce came back. He'd taken off with the intention on finding this fucker, but halfway through the night he realized it was pointless. He didn't know where this guy was, or where Posy was - he knew she was alive, thank god, but he didn't even know. He didn't. He couldn't do anything, he couldn't even help Posy, and it was all his fault. He'd resolved himself to nothing, then, because there was nothing he could do. Not a single goddamn thing he could do, and what was the point, anymore? What was the point of anything, anymore? Posy was going to die, and he was going to die with her, maybe not in the most physical sense there was, but anything worth living in him was going to be gone, because this was his fault. All he wanted to do was protect her, and he'd tried so hard and his selfishness had gotten in the way, and look where it had gotten him? Posy was gone, she was gone and she was hurt and he couldn't do a single thing to stop it. He couldn't protect her, there was no point. So he let Lily help him find the planets to his orrery and he called the little Italian man who'd made it, and went through the motions of living but didn't actually live, because Jupiter had a big crack in it, and the most important planet was missing, and what was the point of an orrery that was incomplete, anyway?

At first, he'd thought he imagined it, when his phone went off. Everyone had their own ringtones, and most of them were funny, but he'd never expected the sound of the Lumineers to hit his ears, especially not now. When the initial, split-second doubt crossed his mind, dread filled him. It was him. It was that fucker, and he'd killed Posy, and now he was going to fucking brag about it. He picked up the phone, not sure whether to rejoice or to panic, and took the call. But the voice on the other line wasn't the distorted, electronically masked voice of the killer - it was quiet, feminine. It was Posy. Oh god, it was Posy. She was alive. She wasn't dead, and she had a phone, which meant... "Posy? Posy? Oh god, Posy." His voice ended up cracking, but he didn't care, because she needed him, and she was free. Or at least, he assumed she was, if she was calling him. It might have been a trap, who knew? Who cared? He'd given up caring about himself a long time ago. Woods. She was in the woods, somewhere. There weren't all that many woodsy places around Easton; there was a nature area, some reserve or something, which had to be where she was. There was just no other place, right? "I'm coming, Posy, I promise, I am, just stay on the phone, please. Please." He was vaguely aware that he probably should tell someone he was leaving, probably shouldn't go by himself. But he'd forgotten to care about his own wellbeing, and he didn't care if it was reckless, because Posy was alive, and she was well enough to talk, and she needed him and that was all that mattered. He'd pulled on a jacket and grabbed a spare, and the blanket off his bed and he bolted down to the parking lot and filled up the Continental and headed out. He'd say things, into the phone, sometimes. He'd remind her that he was coming to get her, and that it was going to be okay, and she was going to be safe and everything was going to be alright, and he ignored it when his voice cracked, and he focused on driving when he had to, but for the most part he just focused on Posy, because she was alive, and she was free, and he was never letting her out of his sight again.

He didn't remember a lot of the drive to the reserve, but he did remember leaping out of his car and bolting from the parking lot into the trees. He wasn't even dressed for the cold, and he didn't even care, either. "Posy? Posy!" He called out into the trees as he looked for her, only half aware that he still had his phone in his hand, and only dimly aware that the frantic, scared voice that was ringing through the trees was his own. "Posy, I need you to tell me where you are." He said, when he'd come to his senses. It felt like forever, looking through the trees, but it really couldn't have been any longer than five minutes before he found a shape, only dimly outlined beneath the overhang, and his heart sank into his stomach and something like relief coursed through his veins. He dropped his phone, still on, carelessly into his pocket and bolted for the overhang, and didn't stop until he was nearly on top of her. Bruce flung his arms around her, momentarily distracted by the relief of her being safe, and alive, to remember that she was hurt. God, she was hurt. He kissed the top of her head and pulled away from her just far enough to squint at her in the dark, but he couldn't see her all that well. "Pos, God you're hurt, I'm sorry, I just, oh God."

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[posy ann knight]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://25.media.tumblr.com/f02ea13f524bf1a079217e43ba2d4d54/tumblr_mfsyj89sRu1rd6dyco1_500.jpg); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 25;] hi Cold. Posy was so cold. It didn’t really hit her until she was sitting on the ground with her knees tucked under her oversized, torn sweater. There were holes in her socks from walking in them around the wooded area and the left sleeve of her sweater was hanging on by threads at the shoulder allowing for a draft to creep in through her sweater. Her hands were shaking, but she wasn’t quite sure if it was because she was cold or because she was scared or maybe it was because she was pretty sure she had at least a cracked rib and it kind of hurt to breath. At least now Bruce was on the phone. He said he was coming and all the adrenaline that was pumping through her body to get her to run away to this point was slowly ebbing away. Okay she said weakly when he told her to stay on the phone. Her arm hurt and when she moved her wrists they hurt from how raw and bloody they were from the handcuffs she had been wearing. Not only did her wrists hurt, but just about everything did. She wasn’t sure what was truly damaged though because the cold was starting to make her a bit numb. She couldn’t feel her toes, which was probably a good thing because her feet were a mess from walking around in just socks. There were bruises around her torso, her arms were shredded up, she probably had some bruises on her face, and she was pretty sure her head was bleeding somewhere. How long she waited for Bruce to find her, Posy didn’t know. She was curled up on the cold forest floor, her head resting on her knees because she was so tired all of a sudden. She still had the phone pressed to her ear though, but otherwise she was kind of oblivious to what was going on around her. She heard Bruce talking to her on the other end and she responded the best she could. All she wanted was for Bruce to get her and take her home. She wanted to see Linny and she wanted to sleep in a bed, even her not so comfortable one. On the phone she heard Bruce call her name, she also heard her name being called in the distance. I’m here she said quietly, but her voice was small and horse from screaming so much and lack of water. When he asked her where she was she looked around her, but it was all the same. All she could see were bare trees and dead leaves mulching on the ground. I… I don’t know Posy could say, her voice breaking in the middle. She took a deep shaky breath before remembering that she was sitting under and overhang. Th-there is an overhang she finally told him. The other end went quiet and Posy said Bruce? but there was no answer and she got scared. What if this was a trap and the crazy person had just got Bruce? Oh god. She buried her head further in her knees and squeezed her eyes shut. Maybe if she just made herself small the nut job wouldn’t hurt her anymore. When she felt arms around her she jumped a little and let out a yelp before opening her eyes and seeing it was Bruce and she automatically relaxed. Just then she noticed tears running down her cheeks. Maybe she had just started crying now or maybe she had been the entire time, she wasn’t too sure, but she started crying harder out of relief and sadness and fear and pain when Bruce kissed the top of her head. She grabbed onto the front of his shirt with a death grip, scared if she let go he would disappear. I wanna go home she said quietly. Please Bruce. words: 648 tagged: bruce outfit: CLICK

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[BRUCE RYAN MCKAYE]

[style=font-family:georgia; font-size:35; color:e7e0d5; letter-spacing: -3px; text-shadow: #000000 2px 2px 2px;]and all these demons,

THEY KEEP ME UP ALL NIGHT.

[style=font-family:tahoma; font-size: 9; letter-spacing:2px; text-align:justify;]Bruce almost thought he was dreaming, when he hit the cold air and ran into the woods. It wasn't even until he hit the treeline that he realized it probably wasn't a smart idea; he was alone, there was a killer on the loose, one that obviously had something against him - really, who didn't these days? - and it was all too easy to use Posy as bait. He'd do anything for her, he really would, and Bruce was very sure at this point that whoever this killer was knew it. He didn't care though, he realized not far into the trees, if this asshole was trying to bait him or not. He just didn't care if he was being baited, or if there was some trap set up for him, because quite honestly it wasn't going to be Bruce McKaye who was going to suffer if that fucker showed up. If Bruce got his hands on that guy, he would wish he had never been born. He would. Bruce would make damn sure of that. It was much too cold out, late December and all, but it was freezing and he didn't know what condition Posy was even in, and it only made him move faster in what he hoped was the right direction. There was a muted thought, back in his mind that these trails went on for hours, and she could be hopelessly lost in a labyrinth of reserve trails or trees and he might not even find her. But he couldn't think like that, because she was free, and he had to believe that she was going to be okay.

His heart sank with relief when he spotted the overhang, and it felt like something massive had been removed from his shoulders. He started running, even faster, ignoring the lower branches that caught his face or the underbrush that clung to his pant legs and the laces of his Chucks. None of that mattered, and the only important thing was Posy, who was under that overhang and he needed to get to her and make sure she was safe. He had to look after her, because god knew he'd failed miserably at it and that had gotten her stuck in this whole situation anyway. He shouldn't have been so selfish, and he should have stayed away from her, and he should have done a million things different that he hadn't, and now she was curled up under that overhang and he didn't know what sort of condition she was in.

It didn't take him long to get there, and the trees thinned out closer to the makeshift shelter, so he didn't have to worry about tripping over roots or bushes. He slid to a stop when he reached her, dropped to his knees, and reached out to held onto her. He thought he'd never get to do that again, something that was so trivial and stupid and he never really thought about before, but he'd been so scared that when they found her she'd be dead and he'd never get to hug her again. He didn't want to hurt her thought, either, but it felt like he just couldn't let her go. She was hurt, though, he tried to keep reminding himself of that because damn it, he'd seen it happen with his own eyes, and who knew what else happened out of view of a lens, and he shouldn't hold onto her so tightly but god damn it felt so good to. "Shh, shhh, Pos it's okay." She was crying even harder and he could feel her body move from it, so he eased up his grip and felt her fingers dig into the front of his shirt. He pulled away just enough so he could see her, and moved his hands to pull the hair out of her face. "It's okay, Pos, I'm not going to let anything else happen." He said, squinting against the dark to get a look at her face. She was crying and it killed him, but he was pretty sure he was crying too - which was embarrassing, really, twice in one week wasn't going to keep up any sort of reputation - but he honestly didn't care. He could see, even in the dark, that something was wrong with her face. He wasn't too sure what it was, but it didn't look right, and he didn't know if it was blotched from crying or from bruises or from both, but it only served to make everything worse. He pushed his fingers through her hair, but he stopped when the tips caught something dried in it, and then something wet, and he thought maybe at first it was mud, but the ground was frozen, which meant it was blood. He swore under his breath and pulled his hand away because he didn't want to hurt her, even though he probably already had.

"We'll go home soon I promise." He said, easing back so he'd be able to stand up. "But you've gotta tell me what hurts, and I've got to get you out of here." He was relieved that his voice wasn't cracking, because now he was positive he was crying too. His face sort of stung from it, even, so he raised the heel of his palm to dry it. "Here." He grabbed the unzipped jacket front and shrugged it off, so that he could spin it around to put over her shoulders. "Okay, okay." He said, more to reassure himself than her, because he needed to figure out where his head was. Posy was okay, she was breathing, she was in one piece. Nothing was missing. She was banged up, he didn't know if she'd broken any bones, and from the sound of her voice there was probably a good chance she was dehydrated. "Okay, I gotta get you back to the car. We have to go to the hospital." He wasn't really talking to her then, either, except for when he addressed her. God they were just kids for Christ's sake, why did they have to go through this? People were going to ask questions at the hospital, and it was just going to be a mess, but she needed medical attention to make sure she was alright. "Can you walk?" He noticed she didn't have shoes, and he could have kicked himself for not bringing anything more than a spare jacket and a blanket, but he really couldn't have seen that one through at the time he'd gotten the call.

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we die alone someday

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[posy ann knight]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://25.media.tumblr.com/f02ea13f524bf1a079217e43ba2d4d54/tumblr_mfsyj89sRu1rd6dyco1_500.jpg); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 25;] hi God she just wanted to go home. The startling thing about that was that when Posy pictured going home it wasn’t to her dad and her bedroom that she grew up in. She was picturing going back to Videlict, snuggling up in Bruce’s insanely comfortable bed with his extremely soft blanket with Bruce’s arms around her while she slept for an ungodly amount of time. It sounded stupid but maybe that cheesy old saying “the home is where the heart is” was true. Sure Posy’s dad’s place will always be home, but Bruce was home too and right now Bruce was all Posy wanted right now. Sure didn’t even know if her dad knew she was missing, she didn’t want to worry him with it. Him holding her almost made up for her not being home, but she was cold and everything hurt, which just made her crave the warmth of Bruce’s bed even more. She nodded numbly when Bruce said he wasn’t going to let anything else happen and she sniffled a bit as she nodded, the tears slowing down. He ran his hand through her hair and she relaxed even more, but when he hit a spot Posy couldn’t help but flinch away because it hurt. He swore and Posy knew she must have some kind of injury worse than she thought. She was hoping maybe it was just a bump on her head, not a cut or a gash, but she could her hair getting wet and she knew her head was bleeding. Bruce started to ease back a bit and Posy grabbed onto his shirt tighter. She was so afraid that if she wasn’t holding onto him at all times that she’d be taken away again and never see Bruce again. He said they would go home soon but she had to tell him what hurts and Posy’s head just got cloudy thinking of it. I… she started but stopped as she felt her lip start to tremble again. I don’t know she warbled out uncertainly. She couldn’t pin point exactly what hurt anymore, it all kind of just started to blur together into just one big hurt. Everything? it came out more like a question, but it was the best answer she could think of. He managed to get out of her grasp and she started to breathe more shallow out of panic, but when she felt him put his jacket over her shoulders she relaxed a bit and pulled the coat tighter around her body. It was comforting having his coat around her, it made her able to delude herself into thinking that maybe this was all a big dream. Some crazy dream she dreamt after Bruce convinced her to do something crazy and reckless but fun and wrapped his coat around her, but no matter how hard she tried she just couldn’t convince herself that it was true. She almost dropped the coat when he said he had to take her to the hospital. Can’t I just go home? Posy asked sadly, she didn’t want to go to the hospital, she wanted home so desperately. Walking, oh god walking. She had managed to get herself to walk away from where she was dumped by the crazy person, but that was out of a lot of adrenaline. Her feet hurt, her legs hurt, her everything just hurt. Plus she was tired and thirsty and hungry. There was also the fact that she had no shoes on and her feet were already torn up from walking around the hard forest floor with nothing but socks. She gulped back more tears and shook her head when Bruce asked if she could walk. I don’t think I can Posy told him. words: 624 tagged: bruce outfit: CLICK

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[BRUCE RYAN MCKAYE]

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THEY KEEP ME UP ALL NIGHT.

[style=font-family:tahoma; font-size: 9; letter-spacing:2px; text-align:justify;]The shock that had numbed his brain had started to wear off at that point, and he could think more clearly, more concise thoughts. It wasn't a drastic leap, and he was still more comfortable with repeating that process aloud, just to make sure it was real. This whole week had been so surreal, so foggy, that being able to physically hear the words out loud, relayed back to him by his own voice, was something he felt he almost had to do in order to keep everything straight. The hopeless feeling, the one of being a kid, faced with impossible responsibilities, was starting to wane into something he could deal with. The feeling was a vast plateau now, and he could look over it, even if it still existed under the surface. There would be time, later, to think about that; he couldn't take this for granted, not right now. What he did now was important. Maybe not life or death - or maybe it was, who knew? - but it was important. And right now he wanted nothing more than to get her as far away from the forest as he could, for fear of the cold, and the damp, and the killer that might be lurking just beyond the line of visibility between the trees.

Bruce wiped his hand on the leg of his jeans and took in a deep breath. Right. Everything. That was specific. He kept in mind not to say anything though; she'd gone through a lot, as an understatement, and it wasn't her fault that she couldn't answer him precisely. He chronicled what he could in his mind, the injury to her head, what looked like bruises along her face - although again, the darkness made him unsure - her feet were probably hurt, and there looked like there were cuts along her wrists from whatever the guy had used to bind her to that chair. God, he was going to kill that motherfucker. He would, damn it, he really would. He didn't even care, if he got in trouble, or ended up in prison, or whatever the hell else, that motherfucker was going to pay. Until then, however, he had things to attend to, like Posy; he had to make sure she wasn't in any immediate danger from injury, and he had to make sure the ones she had were patched up, and then he'd be more than happy to take her back to Videlict and never let her out of his sight again. But that would come later.

He could hear her breathing get shallower as he moved away from her. "Shhh." He said soothingly, as he pulled the jacket over her shoulders. "I'm not going anywhere." He saw the look on her face though, when he said hospital. He hated hospitals, he had since he was a kid and he probably always would; they were death and illness and his mother being crazy, up all night, wailing or pacing or cooking because she didn't know what else to do with herself. Hospitals were a flurry of furious energy, and they were stagnant at the same time, and he hated them. He hated how they smelled, and how they looked. But that was what she needed, and he didn't care if they smelled like death or looked so pale. Because he needed to make sure Posy was alright, at least physically, before he could preoccupy himself with thinking about anything else. "We can't go home yet, I'm sorry, Pos. But we'll be there soon okay? Real soon." He wished they could just go back, and curl up and forget the whole thing ever happened. He wished he could just take her back to his dorm, and swaddle up with a blanket and just fall asleep, because god knew he wasn't sleeping again. "It won't take long at all, and then we'll head straight back." He leaned forward and kissed her forehead and moved to straighten out.

"Alright," He gave her a once over and nodded, pocketing his phone, which he'd nearly forgotten about. "Of course you can't walk, you don't even have shoes. What the hell am I thinking." He muttered, shaking his head. "Come here, I'm sorry if it hurts." He stooped just enough to get a grip under her knees and just beneath her shoulder blades, and he scooped her up. He'd carried her before, home from that party, and now things so much different. That time, he'd liked it. He liked holding onto her, the way she felt in his arms. Except this time, he was preoccupied in trying not to hold her too tight, and balancing between not letting her slip, either. There was no warm feeling, this time, no bizarre little knot in his chest like there'd been the last time, just a numb, frigid sort of urgency in the pit of his stomach. They weren't too far into the woods themselves, which was good, but it took him a moment to figure out which direction he'd come in from - having not thought to really pay much attention on his way in. But he eventually found things he recognized along the trail, and the trees thinned out until the parking lot was visible, empty save the continental that he probably hadn't even locked in his haste to run in and find her. When he'd reached the car, he set her down on the passenger side and unlocked it - turns out, he must have locked it - and pulled the door open. "Here, there's a blanket." He said, pulling the blanket off the seat and throwing it around her. He helped her into the car and leaned down just a moment longer than he needed to, just glad that he could be near her, that he could touch her and kiss her and know she wasn't lost somewhere. He stood that way for a moment, not entirely sure what to do, or if he should say anything. After a beat he leaned back and shut the door, jogging around the hood of the car to the driver's side. He got in and situated himself, relieved to be out of those trees, and relieved that Posy was away from them, too; that she was safe, and away from that nutter, and relieved that he wasn't going to be able to hurt her anymore.

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EVERYONE LIVES TO TELL THE TALE OF HOW.

we die alone someday

TAGGED jaxx&posy | OUTFIT click | NOTE fdsfdgews.

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[posy ann knight]

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