(c) Buzz [PG-13]

by tea-boy. Sun 22 Feb 2009, 10:15 am

Title:Buzz.
Rating:pg-13
Pairing: Quinn/Bert
Status:Complete
Author: Me

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The buzzing of fluorescent lights loomed overhead. He heard them faintly in his ear. He stared at the off-white wall with an apathetic gaze. The pathetic dark circles around his eyes narrated his story for him. Crust was forming in the creases of his eyes and he didn’t even bother to remove it. His body’s way of telling him that staying up this late was going against nature. His chest clenched open and shut in jagged rhythms. Panic to relaxation to panic. His heart pounded to the beat of his blurred vision.

He kicked back his head and inhaled the toxic smell of artificial chemicals and nauseating cigarette smoke. Strung out and bathed in regret, he just wanted to go home and sleep off his indiscretions. He quietly rubbed his sweaty palms together in apprehension.

Time slowed and sped up. Stretched and ran. He slipped in and out of consciousness as the walls spun around him. Toxins sped through his body and pleasured his brain in the most satisfying of ways. You are what your record says you are.

Swishing sounds of a sick sea crashed in his ears. Twisted melodies filled his brain and danced through his veins. A high unlike any other. He took deep breaths as sweat clung to his skin. In and out, in and out. He didn’t understand. He didn’t understand. Each breath carried a sharp pain that dug and settled into his chest. It was hard to breathe, too hard. He choked on the thickness of the air, of his lies.

He felt the vibrations of a slamming door before he saw the hideous guest it brought. A twisted piano key smile looked down upon him. Locks of golden wire hung off the face of this monster. His monster. Words rumbled in the air, low and deep, but he could not translate them, could not understand. He grew more and more scared as the monster approached him.

His thoughts climbed up ladders, a few rungs short of an answer. He looked around the room frantically. The mechanical eyes of his monster bored into him. Icy terror sunk into his lungs as his breath increased rapidly. His vision blackened and blurred as he crawled backwards on his calloused hands. A poisonous mixture of dread and fear ripped through his chest and clenched his heart and restrained his movements.

Each movement towards him felt like another final moment. The loud footsteps chased any sensible thought away from him. His half-hazy mind could think of only one option. Fight.

He pushed himself of the dusty ground and his head spun. Confirming that his two feet were indeed on the ground, he lunged at the monster. His burning hands wrapped around the pale neck of the demon. It felt so good, satisfying, but all too familiar…

He heard nearly inaudible squeals and pleas erupt from the beast, but didn’t stop. Wild passion burned in his eyes as he felt rapidly cooling skin. A high unlike any other. His dark hair fell in his face as he inflicted wrath on the monster. The struggles became more and more pathetic. He could almost hear the heart beat stopping. He heard the last emotionless breaths leave the body. He fell to the ground with the monster. His breath came in short bursts as he tried to calms his nerves. Slowly, his vision cleared. His high was wearing off. His rapidly beating heart caught in his throat as he looked at the so called beast he was straddling. He gazed in horror at the blue-white face of his lover. Now he saw the truest horror of them all. The reality was, he was not safe, not from himself. He brought his hands up to his face and looked at the instruments of evil. He had inflicted death upon beauty. He was the monster.