MAKE YOU QUAKE WITH FEAR / o, returning cecil

[charlie luciano]

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// ayyee y'all can post now

It was quiet, all so quiet, until a scream left the white-haired boy's lips. Wolfbite. Who the hell was Wolfbite?
God, no. He needed more time, dammit. He needed to get out of here. Charlie stiffened, knowing that Cecil's cries would surely catch the attention of his friends. "Motherfucker." Charlie's words were icy, a hiss under his breath eventually spiraling into a low growl. Shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up. The Italian mentally shouted. On impulse, Charlie aimed to swiftly slit Cecil across the throat in an attempt to make him choke. He had no time to actually strangle him. The cut hadn't been very deep, but right now, Charlie was more focused on making his escape. He got to his feet quickly, his breath hitching in his throat. Charlie let a few shaky breaths leave him as he realized that he had little time and he made a run for it, his legs carrying him through the outskirts of the territory. He had to run until he was out of range, and then it would be a long couple of days until he arrived back home. Was it worth it, though? Yes, yes it was. He was going to give the Badlands what it deserved.

charlie "lucky" luciano

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[align=center][div style="background:; border: 0px; width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12.5px;"]Leading a group this small was much more difficult than he had anticipated. Many were being added to the numbers, but none never truly stayed and left by morning. It was if their presence was never really there. Could he continue this for any longer? He wasn't worthy of carrying such a critical title. Katja must have been mistaken when she promoted him as her Successor, not like there were many choices other than himself. They were the only two who dared show their faces around the Costco, aiding in keeping the name from fading away into a simple memory. He was trying his best. It was a duty he was surely surpassing his father in, even his predecessor. He knew that if he voiced his concerns, the melodic tone of Cecil would reassure him that he was doing a perfect job. A soft expression painted his features, dark, brown eyes pooling with an unknown emotion as his thoughts pondered the pale man. His smooth, ashen skin and his rosebud, pink lips. That was an odd thought.... One he'd never had come across his mind before. Did it mean something? Why was he noticing such minuscule, trivial details about this man?

Guilt settled in the pit of his belly; the responsibility of his disappearance was on his shoulders. Any harm done to Northstar was on his head, and he would gladly take any repercussions for that. I'll do better. It was a promise he was making not only to himself but also to the missing man that he presumed to be dead. His assumptions were quickly debunked as a call that resembled the sickly male echoed, resounding into the ears of the tall Russian, spine straightening, and head lifting. Everything was silent, again. Everything was still. Did he- hear him? He did. His mind was playing tricks on him, proba- There. There it was again. "Wolfbite!" His heartbeat quickened, thudding wildly against his sternum, footsteps hammering on to the asphalt at the same pace. It was him. He knew it was. He was home, finally. A million thoughts reeled in his head all at once, many of them questions- stemming from why Cecil had disappeared in the first place. Or where he had gone off to.

Those inquiries faded as soon as he took a staggering halt by the convulsing body of the white-haired man, holding his throat which was staining his pretty, pale skin with crimson. For a moment, his heart stopped, his eyelids fluttered as he tried to process this horrific scene. He couldn't stop staring. After weeks of not knowing where the fuck he was, he was here, now. But... He was dying right before him. How cruelly the world worked, it was almost laughable. This wasn't funny, however. His lips parted as if he were about to speak, but not a single word spilled from those gaping lips. It clicked, at last. He had to help or else his friend would die in front of his eyes. Wolfbite dropped down on to his knees, feeling the hard, concrete send a shock wave through the nerves in his legs, shuffling toward Cecil as he held his hands out to compress them against the wound, trying to keep the blood from pooling. "You're going to be okay, Cecil." The whisper left his mouth before he could even register it. How did he know? He didn't. Why had he said such a foolish thing to him?

"Please, just stay with me, little buck." Wolfbite swallowed thickly, his face contorting into a look of sheer terror, a look he's never showed thus far. It felt foreign, but it also felt... Right. This amount of fear was appropriate in this situation- because he was fucking terrified. With a shaking hand, now covered in blood, he ripped the tank top he wore from his torso to press it against Cecil's neck. That was the only thing he could think of that would stop the bleeding, for now, at least. "Hold it- Hold it, Cecil." he urged softly, flickering his chocolate gaze across his face which he could tell was painted with horror. He attempted to slide his arms beneath the younger to lift him up, pressing him to his chest.

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//tracking, ya'll are fucking killing me
literally in tears rn, don't die cecil

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[align=center][div style="background:; border: 0px; width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12.5px;"]Never in his life had he felt this much panic in his chest; the tightening his throat, this ice running through his veins, the foreboding sensation of an impending doom creeping up on him. But, it wasn't his own fate he was worried about- it was Cecil's. His mind wasn't in the correct state to handle this much stress in such a short period. He wanted to hit something- no, he wanted something to hit him. He wanted to feel pain. Feel something other than this nauseating guilt gnawing at his stomach. This fear. It was so foreign, so alien, that he wasn't sure what the hell to do. He was trained to not feel this way. To not care. He cared so much about this man that it was ridiculous- he hardly knew him. Hardly knew about his past and of what the horrible things he did. He knew he would have so much more to worry about after this, so much to stress over and Cecil would always be one of them. If he didn't save him now he wouldn't be able to feel his thin, little body wrapping around his own in a hug. See his big, beautiful blue eyes that stared at him with the epitome of innocence and purity. They watched Wolfbite like some sort of god; like he was something to worship. He wasn't worthy of such a wholesome patron.

God, he felt so light in his arms... "Wo-l... f..." His gurgled voice caused him to flinch as if it had stabbed him, his lip quivering just slightly as he tried not to pull it back into a snarl. He stopped his fingers clenching, avoiding them digging into Cecil's frail body. He didn't need him to speak, he was already so weak and he was probably filling his lungs with blood by now. Deep chestnut eyes darted around the city, searching for something, for someone to help. He knew next to nothing about healing and he didn't know anyone else who did. He'd never witnessed anyone else besides himself getting hurt, and he took care of his own injuries. "Wol-f... Bi-Bit... e..." Wolfbite's jaw tensed as his teeth gritted together, eyebrows knitting together to shadow his already dark eyes. The overseer gently shushed him, shifting the younger in his arm to allow his other hand to compress his shirt against his throat. "Don't speak, little buck, don't speak..." he whispered, his pace speeding up at the urgency of the situation. He needed to get back to the complex. He needed to get back, now.

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[align=center][size=8pt]The barking of dogs preceded the appearance of their alpha, with the rest of his pack hurrying ahead, barking at Cecil and Wolfbite. Advay was surprised Cecile reappeared at all; he'd always assumed the kid was off somewhere else with some sort of better life or dead. The most Advay had seen of the kid, he was weak and frail. Not to be blunt, but there was usually not a single place in this new world for someone like that to wander alone. They'd get taken advantage of easily, killed to loot, or in some cases worse. This, though he wasn't sure, could have been for worse.

The first thing he noticed was the blood, and the second thing he noticed was that his dogs were still frantic. He hushed them, and they all fell quiet as he approached. He didn't speak, usually told by Moksha either whether he should help or shouldn't. Moksha wasn't here now to point one deadly hand at him and snap 'don't'. Moksha wasn't here to tell him if this needed his attention at all. It was extremely hard for him to make his own decisions now; and all he could do was murmur a light "Um," as she stood tensely a good distance from Wolfbite, finding himself waiting on orders from the only other person he could even conciser listening to as a leader. Did Wolf have it under control? Did he need help? Awkward, Advay, lifted his scarf up over his face, unsure of both the extent of the emergency due to the covering of the wound, and due to the hushed tones. Was he...supposed to be here? Should he leave Wolf to whatever he had going on with Cecil at the moment? Or was it more of a panicked hush? The continuing questions going through him made him sort of shrink back a little, even more confused as to how he could or should act in this situation.

[charlie luciano]

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// please wait until charlie flees to find cecil! <3

Fuck, he was exhausted. Charlie had to make this trip all by himself; he had told the others that he was going out on "business", but they knew perfectly well what he was doing. He had told them. Now, it was time to drop this sorry sucker off at the Northstar District. He had tried dragging the unconscious man by his leg, but after he grew tired, he resorted to carrying the man in his arms. It had taken a few days on foot to travel here, but it's not like he could leave the fucker in the Badlands. His little friends would get suspicious, and they didn't need them traveling all over looking for him. With the British Northerner returned, still alive (hopefully), his comrades wouldn't lose their shit. Maybe a wild animal got him? Yeah, that could work. That is, if Cecil did good on keeping their little "secret". Don't speak a word to them.

Charlie arrived on the border of the Northstar District, dull brown eyes sweeping the area. Nobody in sight. Perfect. He dropped Cecil onto the ground, his arms feeling weak, and he gazed at the pitiful person before him. Could he really trust this dumbass? Maybe, just maybe, Cecil needed another reminder of what would come to him if he opened his mouth. Something to remember him by. Charlie wielded his switchblade and bent down, wondering which spot was best to engrave the smooth, metal tip into.

charlie "lucky" luciano

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//tracking

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