"WAKEY, WAKEY SUNSHINE." Titan said, slapping the side of Grayson's face. But nothing.
His frustration only added to his need to explode - he took a deep breath. 'Breathe Titan. Just breath' But no matter how much he told himself that, the need to shout, have a tantrum and beat his hands on the ground like a toddler was strong, but never the less he never did any of those things. But instead he chose to grasp his face, holding it between his hands, and shook it to awaken, but no matter how much he shook Grayson's head, he simply never responded. He remained in the same position Titan had left him, with his arms out stretch above his head, bound at each side of the metal headboard. This time Titan made sure it was metal.
The memory of the wood breaking at the mercy of Grayson's strength, entered his mind. Grayson had taken a piece of the broken wood and plunged it within stomach, almost staking him in the heart but he'd missed, or at least he thought so. He mentally laughed at the memory. That day was the day Grayson had ran, the day he finally broke inside. The day everything changed.
The chains that laid bare on his skin, chains he so easily can break when conscious, but they remained on his wrist as he slept. Weeks on end.
'Why won't you wake up?' He thought, slapping Grayson across the face again and again. Shaking his head side to side, urging his brain to come into conciseness. He did everything he possibly could think of, but nothing came of his attempts. Fails after fails after fails. It was useless to even try.
"Stop pretending to be asleep, I invented that game asshole. I said wake up! Wake the fuck up dammit!" Titan shout, right in his face. He imagined Grayson to open his eyes suddenly, with an annoyed look on his face, the very same look he always gave Titan, whenever he was around. But Grayson remained still, with eyes shut tight and breathing ever so softly. Calmly, seeming at peace.
Titan edged his face forward, getting closer, just centimetres away, starring with a squint in his eyes, just like a suspicious detective would do whenever he was solving a murder mystery. He glared furiously. 'The nerve.' Titan thought, anger and frustration kept on rising, it boils within him, and it was starting to show. Each day he had come to this room, every time he imagined Grayson to have awakened from his slumber, but every time he was more disappointed than the last.
And now he was determined, today he shall be risen from his slumber. Just like those zombies in those movies he had watch earlier on today. "Come on princess, wake up. Do it for me, pretty please." He begged once more, this time poking his face. 'As if that would ever wake him up.' But he had to do something, anything. It was his fault he was in this state in the first place. 'I should have just dragged your ass here, consciously.' Then he didn't have to deal with Marcel breathing down his neck all day. He wasn't stupid, he knew Misha was following him, everywhere he went, she was there, lurking in the darkness, in the background. Did it bother him? Not really. Did he care? In a way he sort of did.
Without a warning call, Grayson's eyes flung open, the green within his eyes lit up. It shone brighter than normal, like his soul had rejuvenated itself. He was awake as if it was an emergency, as if sleeping had become a dangerous thing.
This sudden movement had Titan jump in a slight fright, as Grayson moved his head forward with such speed, even Titan didn't have enough time to react and move out of his way. They bumped their heads together, colliding forehead to forehead, a surging of pain, that seemed to have released itself upon them.
Titan fell backwards on his butt with a thump, rubbing his forehead with his hand. "You little shit. A little warning would have sufficed. " He moaned.
Grayson growled in response, as he squinted his eyes, shutting them until the pain was numb. His attempt to rub away the pain had him limited, his hands felt bound. They were bound, and that was more infuriating than the little bump upon his head.
His jaw clenched and unclenched at the thought of being bound, the one thing he hated most in the world, was to be chained like some animal, "Unchain me asshole."
"I see, sleeping beauty has awakened from her slumber. Charming as ever." Titan smirked, standing up, brushing the non-exiting dust off his suit.
"Unchain me, or you'll regret it." Grayson threatened.
"I didn't know we were throwing empty threats at each other already?" Titan mocked. In his arrogant triumph, he smirked - just a small pouting of the lips; a narrowing of the eyes and a tilting of the head. It was so subtle, it was even more infuriating for Grayson who caught the action.
Grayson pulled at the chains. They clank as he yanked at them, more forcefully than before. Each moment Grayson's level of anger raised, just as his memories seeped through his mind, return bit by bit. The image of her softening his hardened exterior, 'Alison...' Her face, her eyes, nose, lips kept on flashing over and over again. Those sparks he had felt, it all came rushing back to him.
"Where is she?!" He roared. If he was bound and had been asleep, that meant... "What did you do to her?" He continued, just as glimpse of images flashed within his mind.
The smirk grew over his face like a lazy teacher's check mark, the faded 'red ink' stretching up his dimple, "She? I have no idea what you're talking about? I think you're acting a little crazy Graydoll." He said.
"If you have laid one spec of your hands on her, I will-"
"You'll what? Kill me, rip me to pieces. Careful Graydoll, I think you are getting quite predictable." Titan replied, tilting his head to the side, mockingly. Provoking even. "But I will say this, she is fine." He waved his hand, brushing it off.
Grayson didn't believe him, but at the same time what was he going to do. Until he got out of these chains he was pretty much useless, 'why does this keep happening?' He thought. Lately, he hasn't even been able to live life, it was mostly spent either being unconscious or locked up in some way.
Titan starred, waiting for him to speak. It was obvious he wanted something. "What do you want Titan?" Grayson asked, he wouldn't do something without a purpose. That much Grayson knew.
"I need your..." He stopped, it pained him to say.
"You need my?" Grayson knew what he was going to say, but he wanted him to say the words.
"You're going to make me say it aren't you?" And to that Grayson only smirked mischievously, satisfied with the situation.
"I need your help. There I said it, happy now." Titan said while rolling his eyes, but it was obvious though, he was embarrassed to admit it. To ask for someones help, especially Grayson's help. His ego took a blow today.
"And why on earth would you want my help?" Grayson said, yanking the chains once more.
"On the contrary, we are simply helping one another. That is, if you want to be precise." He stated, all while giving a toothy grin at Grayson way.
Curious seemed to peak Grayson's interest. What could Titan possibly offer him, that would want to make him to help Titan? "And what might that be exactly?" He asked, rising his dark eyebrow at him.
"Your freedom." He said, simply. Like it was the most obvious thing, which it was... it had always been that. He wanted to be free, and not have eyes at the back of his head and haven't to look over his shoulder constantly.
His freedom? Was that even possible? The only man that could possibly stop his torment, was the only man that could offer him such an offer. "My freedom? Are you forgetting something? Oh you know like Marcel." He said matter of factly.
"Yes I'm aware of that. But there is always a loop hole to things Graydoll, remember that." Titan replied, folding his arms across his chest.
"And that loop hole being?" Again, he questioned.
"You see Gray, if you give a man what he most desires in the world, then anything is possible." His smirk got wider. Mischief was the eye of the beholder. It certainly was for Titan. Mischief swirled within his eyes. There was something puzzling in his gait, enough to send Grayson to his imaginary holstered pistol.
"And what might that be?" But Grayson's question only made him smile even further.
"Let me tell you a story-"
"Seriously?" Grayson rolled his eyes, cutting him off instantly.
But Titan looked unamused, his smirk etched into a straight line. "Yes very. Unless you would like to forever be running for the rest of your life." He asked all but cynical.
"Go on." He ushered Titan to continuing his boring story.
"Right then, where was I? Marcel hasn't always been this-"
"Cruel, evil, psychotic-" Grayson interjected once more. It was true though, they both knew but Titan knew him better than Grayson ever will. Yes he is dark. Angry. But he was also lost, lost in the need to control his demons, instead they controlled him. Because the very same demons, resided within him to.
"Vampire. I was going to say vampire." Titan answered bitterly. He hated when others talked ill of his brother, they never quite understood.
"Right of course you were."
"You really hate him, don't you?" He had to ask.
'Hate him. No I loath him' Marcel never gave him any other reasons to not. Hatred is that is left. For such a long time Marcel had made his body loose strength, his mind to shatter and rest of him to follow suit. He broke him. He is a mere pieces of a broken man. A broken soul. And for that he could never forgive him.
"You choose to hate the wrong man Gray..." He lowered his gaze.
"The wrong man? Right because you know what it's like to become broken. To be tormented your whole GODDAMN. LIFE!" He roared.
Titan hardly every showed any other emotion, other than his usual mocking self. But Grayson saw it, one glance was all it took, the difficult emotions that swirled within his eyes. Conflicted. Hurt.
"All that you express is true, I can't deny it but in every man's life, there will always be a choice. A choice that is difficult to make. Don't hate, what you don't understand Grayson. Everything Marcel has done, it's to protect you. In his own twisted ways."
"Protect me? The only thing I needed to be protected from is him." He seethed with hate, anger.
"There are far more dangerous creatures that want you dead Grayson." Titan replied.
"Since when did you have sympathy for him. Last time I checked you hated him just as much." Grayson shot back.
Titan's smile never reached his eyes, because his eyes held sadness and sorrow within them. "There are times when I don't agree with him but, I don't hate him."
"Whatever, Titan get to the point, what the hell do you want?" Grayson suddenly snap.
"You sure do have your father's temper." Titan whispered all too lowly, but Grayson heard it, loud and clear.
'Father? He knew his parents?' Questions he longed for so long. He had searched for, could've actually been answered by the only people who had caused him harm. "You know my father? Who is he? Where is he?" Grayson asked, hopeful, curious. Like he had been waiting forever to find someone who know of them, other than Marcel himself.
"Closer than you might think." Titan said, but never dared elaborate any further. He was never the messenger, and he didn't want to be because every time the messenger always got shot or murdered, it was always to sent a message. Always.
"What's that supposed to mean?" But Titan never dared answer, he couldn't. It wasn't his story to tell. "Tell me!" Grayson shout. "If you know who he is, you need to tell me? Titan, please."
"I can't." He said.
"W-why?" Grayson's voice began to break, it pained him to not know. He was sick of always being in the dark about everything.
"I just...can't" Titan repeated, lowering his head in shame, pain? Grayson wasn't quite sure what to make of it, Titan had never shown him any of his emotions, his humanity was always shut off. "But the only thing I can give you is..." He drifted, pausing mid way.
Grayson's anticipation spiked further, "What?" He urgered.
"Find Atia and there you'll find answers that you wish to seek." He simply said, cryptically. But he wasn't finished speaking, as he lifted his head, looking Grayson right in the eyes, "She is your ticket to freedom."