Hell hath no lungs like Hatty

Demyx ran a hand through his hair slowly. "I woudln't hurt myself. Not again."

Hatty frowned at his reply, even though she knew he wouldn't see it. "Make it stay that way, Dem-Dem." she replied calmly, using the nickname for a reason she didn't entirely understand herself. Maybe it would make him remember just how much Cyzarine loved him, or maybe it would just cheer him up. Then again, it might just embarrass him, though that wouldn't be so bad, Hatty reminded herself as she drifted back to sleep.

Demyx didn't reply, partly because he had alreadly fallen back to sleep.
"Come on Demyx!" Saz chimed, racing down the street. Demyx followed, laughing and trying to keep up. Suddenly there was a gun shot and Saz was on the floor, screaming in pain. "Saz!" Demyx screamed, running towards her. Eden, a lad from another gang was standing atop a nearby building, a gun in hand. Growling Demyx ran from Saz's side, and towards Eden. Suddenly there was another gun shot and Demyx was on the floor, clutching his stomach.
Waking with a gasp, Demyx looked around. Heaving a sigh he saw he was back in Cyzarine's room.

Beside him, Cyzarine stirred a little, blinking up at him blurrily. "Demyx...?" she mumbled sleepily, rubbing her eyes in a vain attempt to awaken. "Are you okay...?"

Demyx glanced at Cyzarine and smiled faintly. "F-fine.. Go back to sleep."

Cyzarine frowned a little, but found it easy to drop her ehad back onot the pillow and fall asleep again. "Mmmkay..." she replied quietly, yawning part-way through it.

Demyx smiled back at her before getting out of the bed and beginning to pace.

Groaning, Hatty rolled over, mumbling "now what?!" to herself angrily. She didn't much appreciate being woken up, especially if she wasn't even going to get straight answers about it.
Meanwhile, Cyzarine hugged the pillow a little, oblivious to Demyx's pacing.

"Nightmares." Was all Demyx said in reply. "Go back to sleep."

Rolling her eyes once more, Hatty flopped back down in her bed. Back asleep in seconds, she failed to notice the moth eyeing her curiously from atop the chest of drawers.

Spotting the moth, Demyx crushed it with its hand before it had a chance to do whatever it was planning. "Stupid moth..." He grumbled.

Cyzarine rolled over, her face becoming outlined in the monlight that streamed through the window across the room. Strands of her hair fell into her face, her expression peaceful for the moment.

Demyx smiled at Cyzarine before pain overtook him and he sank to his knees, groaning. He knew what was coming, but he was trying desperatly to fight it.

Cyzarine's brow creased into a small frown as suddenly her senses started telling her something was wrong. Her mother had been a psychic, specialising in tarot and palm readings. Cyzarine trusted the power passed to her, and started waking, if slowly. Her eyes widened as she saw Demyx on his knees. "Demyx?"

"You could say that." The male on the floor looked up at her. "But you would only be half right." 'Demyx' smirked and got up.

Cyzarine's eyes widened further., and she scrambled back in the bed, suddenly very aware of her lack of clothing. "Oh God..." she choked out, blood draining from her face.

'Demyx'...Or rather Garland, saw this and smirked, walking towards her. "Problem Cyzarine?"

Cyzarine didn't know how to answer, but simply tried to back away further, while at the same time looking for something to cover herself with.

As fast as lightening, Garland pinned Cyzarine to the bed, kissing her forcefully.

Cyzarine's eyes widened in surprise, before she started struggling, tears welling up in her eyes. She couldn't breathe, she was so afraid of him...

"Why do you love him Cyzarine?" Garland hissed. "Why do you love this PATHETIC exuse for a human?"

Cyzarine glared at him. "He's not pathetic!" she replied, her voice wavering with the tears starting to escape her eyes. "And I love him because he's Demyx!" she added.
Hatty flew up from the draw, her eyes widening when she saw what had happened. She flicked o the main light and started out the door, hoping beyong hope that Garland was unlike Demyx in that he couldn't see her.

"Correction, he IS pathetic." With that Garland thrust himself into Cyzarine roughly.

Cyzarine barley had time to register what had happened before a loud scream was ripped from her throat. The tears came faster, fear swallowing any pleasure she might have recieved from the pain. "Please..." she begged him, "Please stop..."

Demyx jerked up as he heard Cyzarine scream. "Dont hurt her!" He roared, knowing it was useless.
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Garland thrust into Cyarine again. "So you like him better then?" He hissed, continuing to thrust in and out of her.