The Journey | By : Demonized Category: -Misc Video Games/RPGs > Slash/Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 600 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Such power is not without it costs, a lesson he learns over the following hours he spends evading MOBIUS in the halls of the hospital. He is successful in this endeavor, and his freedom has never been closer, but by the time they are finally forced to clear out without him—strangely without Sebastian, he notices—he is both physically and mentally exhausted.
The price is well worth the effort, he reasons as he takes his first step outside and finds the Krimson City Police Department milling around, forming a perimeter. Any one of them could be with MOBIUS, stragglers left behind to report back to the higher ups, so he adopts Leslie's mannerisms as a few officers approach him.
"Must be one of the patients," an officer says as they start to usher him over to an ambulance.
"One of the patients," he parrots, wringing his hands together while he hunches his shoulders. He flinches away from the officer that gets too close to him, giving an inarticulate whine as he does so, and stops halfway across the car littered drive. "No! No! No!" he cries out as he hunches over and grasps at his head.
The officers back away from him in a panic, one grabbing for the gun on his belt, and they regard him warily. It takes a minute for them to relax, likely concluding that he must be having some sort of panic attack, hopefully solidifying that he is harmless in their minds.
"Hey! What's going on out here!" A familiar voice calls out from behind them, from the doors of the hospital he had just left minutes before, and a strange emotion sweeps through him. Sebastian is alive, though it's puzzling as to why MOBIUS would leave the detective behind.
Well, this changes things. For him and his revenge against MOBIUS.
"Castellanos, is that you?" One of the officers by him calls out, and he quiets down as Sebastian jogs over.
"Yeah, Vankirk, it's me," Sebastian responds wearily and he can feel the detective's gaze stopping on him. "Leslie?"
There's a touch of uncertainty to Sebastian's voice that's enough to convince him that the detective is suspicious of his identity, just like Kidman had been, and had it just been the two of them he would have readily revealed himself to him. As it stands, he needs to continue with his charade and does so by lowering his hands and turning to face Sebastian. "Sebastian?"
The wary look that Sebastian is giving him vanishes, replaced by a relieved smile, and he nods. "Are you okay, Leslie?"
"Leslie is okay," he says softly as he straightens up his posture just a little then shuffles over to Sebastian. The other officers seem to take this as a sign to back away, with the exception of the one called Vankirk, leaving them be. "Leslie go home now? Take the train all the way home?"
His words seem to strike a chord within Sebastian, causing the detective to flounder for a few seconds before guilt flashes across his face. He looks towards Vankirk and then back towards him before motioning Vankirk aside. "Let's get you looked over first while I talk to Lieutenant Vankirk, okay?"
"Okay," he says even though he knows that Sebastian is attempting to stall giving Leslie a proper answer. He lets himself be taken over to the ambulance by one of the officers that Sebastian calls for and subjects himself to the paramedic's scrutiny without too much of a fuss while he watches the detective and lieutenant talk. No doubt about Leslie's situation and what to do about him.
The solution is a simple one as far as he is concerned, which is to put him under Sebastian's care. He's already started laying the groundwork to make it seem like the detective is the only one he is fully comfortable around, but he'll still need to convince Sebastian to take him in.
He doesn't have to wait long for the opportunity to present itself in Sebastian coming over to him, a grim expression on the detective's face. "Can I have a moment to talk to the kid?"
The paramedic acquiesces and leaves them to go see if there is anyone else that needs tending to, not that there'll be anyone else—MOBIUS is thorough in cleaning up their messes, Sebastian and himself notwithstanding.
Sebastian sighs heavily and runs a hand over his face once they're alone, his shoulders slouching slightly. "Look, Leslie-"
"Leslie Withers is no longer a concern for anyone," he cuts in and Sebastian gives a sharp flinch, his hand automatically reaching for his gun at the perceived threat that he poses to the detective. "It is unwise to cause a scene, Seb, especially when MOBIUS might be lingering."
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