|Jonathan & Markus| Made of scars

[zeke]

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Poor unfortunate Souls

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In pain, in need![/center]

------Zeke Darren Thomas------

6am, thats what time it was then the clock started to chime, well when i say clock i mean Zeke's watch. He pushed the little button to stop it beeping and then looked up at the sky, yeah, yet another sleepless night. His mind was still freaking out about the warning and about the letter from Jonathan, Zeke didn't want anything to do with him, he was dead to him as far has the boy felt.

The puppy dog eyed boy leaned against the wall and put a rollie into his mouth and then pulled out his lighter and sparked a flame Zeke moved the flame to his fag and then let it light before putting the lighter away. His eyes scanned the world around him as he thought, was Jon really coming here? He didn't care either way, he wanted him gone from his life forever

John was such a Hypocrit. He liked loyality but couldn't be faithful, he sighed and sunk down to the ground, he just sat there in silence watching the world pass him by. His stomach was started to rumble very loudly, he hadn't eaten since the letter from Jon arrived and well the only thing he had really done was knock back vodka and absinth and of course smoke.

Could anyone take this broken boy and pick him up off of the ground? The only person that had really been able to sort Zeke out was Mark, but he didn't want to burdon him any more. even though he was his best friend, someone else should pick Zeke up, like Zeke...After all the plus side of the whole letter to Jon was that he hopfully got the mesage that Zeke didn't want to talk to him, through his letter back to him.

Burnt paper, says a lot! [/blockquote]

[Jonathan Young]

Yawning softly, Jon rolled out of bed. He didn't sleep all to well that night. He was too anxious and nervous. Let alone, scared to death to see Zeke again. After getting that letter... or rather, burned peices of a letter. Tears poored down his cheeks as he remembered the ash falling on his lap. He knew he screwed up, and he regrets it like no other. He didn't know how he could fix it.. he tried to appologize to Zeke, but all he got in return was burned paper. There wasn't much else he could do.

After he screwed up with Zeke, he ended up breaking his wand in half. He would need another wand if he was going to go to Hogwarts. Jon quickly got dressed and fixed his hair before heading for Diagon Alley. He glided along the street, his hands in his pockets. His head was hung low, as he couldn't quit thinking about Zeke. He was so worried about how he had taken everything.. if he was alright now. He shook his head and rolled his eyes. Of course Zeke wasn't okay, he had sent ash instead of a letter back to Jon. Not that he didn't diserve the ash.

As he headed for Olivander's, his nose wrinkled at the scent of smoke. Nasty, he thought quickly as his head shot up and looked around for the sorce. His mouth dropped and his dark eyes widened. The very familure shaggy, gorgeous, chocolate hair that belonged to the one person that Jon still loved dearly. Why was Zeke there, of all places? Oh fuck... Jon looked down at his shoes. What do I do? His mouth shut as tears fell down his cheek. Crying in public? No, no, this wasn't happening. It couldn't be.

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No one will ever see
This side reflected
And if there's something wrong
Who would have guessed it
And I have left alone
Everything that I own
To make you feel like
It's not too late
It's never too late

Even if I say
It'll be alright
Still I hear you say
You want to end your life
Now and again we try
To just stay alive
Maybe we'll turn it around
'Cause it's not too late
It's never too late

[zeke]

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Poor unfortunate Souls

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In pain, in need![/center]

------Zeke Darren Thomas------

Zeke sighed deeply and inhaled more of his smoke, he looked up at the sky and sighed deeply before reaching inside his jacket pocket and pulling out a small bottle, more vodka, drinking at 6am all a sign of that Zeke was messed in the head! Zeke sighed and pushed himself up between swigs of the strong liver killer and then took another drag of his smoke. He sighed and leaned on the wall and looked at his shoes, he was waiting for Mark to show up, Zeke wanted to get stoned something he never ever did, but he wanted to do it faaaaaaaar away from school so that Trin wouldn't find out.

Zeke looked up to see if Markus was coming, not from one way, he then glanced the other way, not from that way either. Zeke finished the bottle of vodka before smashing it on the floor. "Such a fucking asshole...HE'S SUCH A FUCKING ASSHOLE, WHO LIKES IT UP THE BUM!" He sung loudly and out of tune, he was pissed again and going through the same routine as he went through everyday of his pity party for one. Zeke reached in to his pocket and pulled out his wallet and opened it, he reached behind the pictures of him and Trin and him and Mark and pulled out a small picture.

The picture was crumpled up and folded, it was old looking and very worn. He opened it and and looked down at the picture of himself and Jonathan after they first go together, he sighed deeply and then placed his wallet away and held his smoke between his lips, he then ripped it into tiny little pieces and dropped it to the ground, he watched it float away down the street before looking up.

His puppy dog eyes got a shock of his life, they landed on none other then Jonathan Young. [/blockquote]

[Markus O'Neil]

Securing the last button he cared to fasten, Markus looked at himself in the mirror with a stern look. Hmm it wasn't too bad. No, it would do quite fine. Grabbing the jacket from the hook, he pulled it over himself and looked at his image in the full length mirror a second time. Clad in dark slacks and a black button down, he shrugged. It wasn't too bad, and he wanted to make sure he looked atleast halfway decent before playing the ultimate game of lying. Cocking a single brow lightly, he decided to go for alittle bit more of a laid back look. Undoing another button located higher up, he exposed more of his chest, the barely tanned skin shining as it was exposed to the rays of the sun. Rolling the cuffs up to mid forearm he looked at himself in the mirror one last time. With a grin, he winked at his reflection and turned on his heel, leaving to go out for his "date". Damn, he was vain.

Walking the street of Diagon Alley, he looked around with a sharp eye, waiting for any sign of Zeke or that bastard Jonathan. Yeah, Markus did hate him and yes, given the chance he would beat his ass without a seconds hesitation. Growling to himself, he pushed such thoughts away from his mind and continued his walk, reaching into the pockets of his slacks he pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Flipping the top of the hard pack open, he looked down. With a smile he noticed eight normal smokes, and four that looked a bit. Different, hand rolled, and packed with something other then tobacco. He was tempted to reach for one of these, but he knew it wasn't worth the risk. He needed to be on his game, he needed to be completely focused; and getting high wasn't really going to help any of those factors. So with a sigh he pulled out a cigarette and dropped the pack into his pocket. Flipping the zippo open, he lit the smoke and snapped the lighter shut. Well, it was game time. Taking another drag he turned the corner to Olivanders. To hell with it.

As he turned the corner he saw a couple things that, well let' just say he didn't approve of. He saw Zeke, crying and Markus instantly felt a pain within himself that could only be described as heart-breaking. He saw the shattered glass at the feet of his mate, and knew right then and there what he had been drinking for the last few minutes atleast. From the looks of thing he had needed alittle something extra to help calm those shakey nerves of his. Lifting the smoke to his lips, he took another drag as his bright blues fell upon the last and by far worst of the scenary. Jonathan. The mother fucker himself. Clenching his fist tightly, he swallowed all senses of anger the best he could. He had to remember that he wasn't here to settle his own scores of anger or to get even at a dick he thought deserved a good stomping. No, he was here for a friend who had asked him to do something, and he would make damn sure he did all he could for Zeke.

Still, it wasn't the easiest thing for him. Markus had been there to pick up the pieces the first time Jonathan had gone and made a fucking mess out of everything. When he had dared to hurt someone like Zeke in such a manner as if the kid met fucking nothing to the world! And then he had the nerve to come here, to come to a place Zeke had gone to escape him? What did he hope to accomplish? Was he gonna tell Zeke he slipped and it fell into another guy and it had been an accident? No, Jonathan didn't deserve anything aside from a god damn fist to the face and a foot to the cock. Hopefully someday Markus would be blessed by the Gods above to someday strike him in such a cruel manner. One could only hope for such things, right?

Though his time wasn't now. Dropping the cigarette to the ground of the alley, he stomped on it and walked forward. He brushed past Jonathan as if he hadn't seen him and walked up to Zeke, placing his hands on the mans waist and kissing him lightly on the lips. "Sorry I kept you waiting so long."

[Jonathan Young]

Jonathan swallowed as he watched Zeke apparently break down. He took a quick step back in the middle of the street as glass was thrown to the ground. What was going on? Had Zeke been drinking? This early in the morning? And he's only 15... and smoking? God, I really fucked up. His mouth fell open slightly as he heard Zeke screaming, or purhaps trying to sing. Whichever he was doing, it was scaring Jon major.

He sighed and raised his head, all while taking a few steps toward Zeke. He had to appologize in person. And hopefully, sober up Zeke before hand. As he walked toward him, he was brushed to the side by someone. Jon's brow lowered at the sight of the guy, and how he was walking right toward Zeke. Just a friend, that's all he is. He let out an audible gasp as he watched the guy place his arm around Zeke's waist. Oh God. A few more tears rolled down his cheeks as he watched them kiss. Even if it was just a tiny one, it was still a kiss nonetheless.

Jon took a few steps back, as he brushed the tears aways with the back of his hands. His eyes were a bit red as he rubbed the tears away. How could Zeke do this to him? He had traveled all this way to get him back. To appologize! What was he thinking? Zeke had probably moved on. Probably didn't even have feelings for him anymore. Jon shook his head and sighed. I still need to talk to him. He nodded his head slowly and walked right up to Zeke and his apparent boyfriend.

Not knowing what exactly to say, Jon mumbled a soft hello and a how are you. He looked at Zeke right in the eyes, wondering how he was really doing. Jon was scared shitless and he was nervous as hell. This new boyfriend looked mean, cruel. Not that Jon couldn't hold his own, it's just he didn't want to get into a fight in front of Zeke. He knew what Zeke could do, and he didn't want to see it again.

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No one will ever see
This side reflected
And if there's something wrong
Who would have guessed it
And I have left alone
Everything that I own
To make you feel like
It's not too late
It's never too late

Even if I say
It'll be alright
Still I hear you say
You want to end your life
Now and again we try
To just stay alive
Maybe we'll turn it around
'Cause it's not too late
It's never too late

[zeke]

[♥][♥][♥][♥]

Poor unfortunate Souls

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In pain, in need![/center]

------Zeke Darren Thomas------

Zeke looked up as he saw Markus, THANK GOD! He looked at him as he walked over, Zeke was more then shocked as he put his hands on his waist and then kissed him...Mark kissed him, Zeke looked at Mark as they separated, he wanted to ask what he was doing, but the words wouldn't come to him. Zeke looked at Mark for a minute trying to find some sort of voice before blinking and shaking his head.

"What are you doing?" He whispered into his ear making it look like he was saying sweet nothings in his ear. "You do realize you kissed me right?" He continued before pulling away and turning around, Zeke looked at Jon, he didn't know what to say. He moved his arm around Markus and looked at him. "Hi..." He said before looking at Markus for help.

Zeke just hoped to god that Jon didn't cotton on that Markus wasn't anything like Zeke's type, Zeke was into blondes, he loved blonde haired guys and girls for that matter, but with girls it didn't matter as much as it did with guys, he loved blonde haired guys and there wasn't anything he could really do about that! If Jon figured it out and asked him, what was he meant to say? Zeke bit his lip, he had no clue what to say really...or what the fucking hell to do![/blockquote]

[Markus O'Neil]

Markus couldn't help but smile as the look of shock registed across Zeke's face. Leaning in close, he heard the whispered words. Did he know about the kiss? Well Markus fucking hoped so otherwise he was one damn big whore! Smiling, he kept Zeke close and whispered back, under the disguise of a gentle kiss to the cheek. "Of course I know I kissed you, mate. Do you want this to look real, or fake as fuck? Now put on your game face and be a good little bitch for daddy." Grinning at his own words he turned lightly, wrapping his arm around Zeke's waist and pulling him close, his eyes looking over Jonathan as he approached. Well, what did Mr. Fuck Up have to say?

Oh, this was just too delicious! Markus had to hold back his laughter as the little bitch before him tried not to cry as he spoke. "Zeke, who's this lad and what's his problem? Can barely here him!" Laughing in a cruel sort of manner, he locked gazes with Jonathan, and in Markus's eyes a dark sort of malice flashed for an instant. The look he so rarely got in his life, the look of pure, untarnished hatred. The wizard despised this man before him, he thought everything about him was perfectly disgusting in evey sense of the word. There was no redeeming quality to this thing. Only a sense of worthlessness. However, Markus had to admit that spending his time trying to hurt him was a rather nice break from everything else, hell it almost felt like an odd brand of revenge he could never get tired of dishing out. Then again, Jonathan did deserve every ounce of the cruelty, he was a class A dick.

" So stranger you got a name, or did you already mumble it and I just couldn't hear it? Come on, are you a spineless Hufflepuff, or just spineless in general?" The shot was directed directly at Jonathan, though it fell under the guise of gentle banter, harmless mockery. But to a man like Markus, a student in the arts of mental warfare, he knew how to use it. Calling him spineless would make Jonathan wonder if Markus knew what he had done, if he knew he had cheated on Zeke. Then Markus decided to land one more savage blow. "Oh, wait! I should have known, this is the lad that use to hang around one of your best friends, right? Shame he couldn't make it, guess you gotta settle on someone who loved ya less, right?" The joking smile was another shot. The real friend had been Jonathan, when he had cared about Zeke as they had dated. Now he was someone different, a second-rate human being in the eyes of everyone. He was someone not worth seeing from the past. Markus hoped it hurt.

[Jonathan Young]

Jonathan's brow narrowed as the guy began talking. What the fuck was his problem? I didn't think Zeke liked this type of guy... He exhaled softly and looked back at the guy. He could feel the hatred reverberating off of him. It felt like this guy was seeing right to his soul and tearing at it with his gaze. His laughter was terror to Jon's ears. What was he supposed to say? He could stick up for himself... but he knew he had fucked up majorly. He had no reason to stick up for himself. He was an idiot for even showing up there.

Jonathan licked his lips before sighing softly. He spoke up and looked at the guy, "My name is Jonathan." He raised one of his gorgeous eyebrows, "And you are?" He was being as nice as he could, but it was obvious that he was both upset and irritated. Jon swallowed hard and looked over at Zeke, his eyes showing that he diserved everything this guy was shooting at him. He looked back at the guy and cocked his head to the side. "I'm not as spineless as you may think." He clentched his jaw as he realized that this guy probably knew what had happened between him and Zeke... and how he had cheated. Of course he would know, especially if they were dating. It was likely that Zeke trusted him enough to tell him everything.... Like he used to trust me... Jon bit his bottom lip and looked at Zeke.

That last verbal punch by this unknown guy just made everything much worse. It was the last thing he needed right now. His dark eyes shot toward the guy, pure loathing spiralled in his pupil. He nodded his head and looked up to Zeke. "I'm so sorry, Zeke. I fucked up. And I regret it every moment I'm alive. I don't know what else to tell you." Jon tried his best to ignore the guy standing next to Zeke. It was very hard, however, because he could feel the guy looking at him. This had to be the worse timing ever on his part. He felt like he had been stabbed in the stomach so many times over again. The same feeling he had when he found out Zeke wasn't coming back to Durmstrang. He loved the boy so much. All he's wanted since Zeke left was to get him back. How could he do that now, with that guy attached to Zeke? He couldn't. Zeke likely hated him.

He couldn't get all of the fun memories him and Zeke had had together, out of his mind. Like their first date. That lovely restaraunt and the beautiful music.. it was the perfect evening. And their first kiss... and how Zeke and him could carry on pointless conversations just because they could. Just being in Zeke's company had made him happier than anything else had. Why did he have to be such a damn idiot? He could have just waited untill Zeke came back.. but no, he had to just take what was thrown at him, literally.

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No one will ever see
This side reflected
And if there's something wrong
Who would have guessed it
And I have left alone
Everything that I own
To make you feel like
It's not too late
It's never too late

Even if I say
It'll be alright
Still I hear you say
You want to end your life
Now and again we try
To just stay alive
Maybe we'll turn it around
'Cause it's not too late
It's never too late

[zeke]

[♥][♥][♥][♥]

Poor unfortunate Souls

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In pain, in need![/center]

------Zeke Darren Thomas------

Zeke smirked slightly at Markus and then hugged him and whispered in his ear. "You're a bloody good friend." He said before smirking. "I'm trying ok." He said before turning and looking at Jon and putting his arm around Markus, Zeke looked at Jon, his mind pushing the thoughts of how he was hurt out of his mind, all that was there was how much he wanted to hurt him back.

Zeke laughed lightly as Markus and Jonathan seemed to fight between each other. "Babe, he's not worth it." He said before putting his arms around Mark's neck, he looked at Jon and then shook his head. "You're wrong there Jon, you're more spineless then a slug, i mean look at you, you cheated on me because you weren't strong enough...This is what a real man looks like, take it in." He said looking at the blonde that made his heart ache.

Zeke looked at Jonathan and shook his head. "You're not sorry, if you were sorry you wouldn't of done it Jon, i was gone for what? 2 hours, i was looking after my little brother and i come back to find out that you are boning someone else...no wonder you're the one that aways takes it, you're the weaker one." He said simply before folding his arms across his chest.

Zeke was saying anything and everything he could to hurt him, even if he didn't mean it...Jon was the sorce of a lot of the pain that had been pushed into his life and he could never forget that, never, never, never! [/blockquote]

[Markus O'Neil]

Watching behind blazing blue eyes, he couldn't help but smile at everything that happened before him. It was just getting better and better. He listened at the weak defiance in the words of Jonathan, and Markus could tell he didn't want to fight. He just wanted to try to build a bridge back to paradise. Well that was just too fucking bad. He listened as Zeke threw blow after blow, and couldn't help but grin at the 'taking it' insult. What better way to tell someone they were a gutless bitch? He watched the exchange of words, his head tilting lightly to the side. Jonathan was really in quite a shitty position. If he were to defend himself it would seem as if he thought what he had done right was worth defending. What did that mean? Well quite simply, he had here and take it like the bitch he was. Which according to Zeke, he was very good at anyways.

Breaking away from the hold of Zeke, he placed a kiss upon his hand before spinning around to face Jonathan. He began walking in circles around the man, his fingers tracing along his shoulders as he went. His strides were slow, deliberate, his words dripping with venom. " Well my boy, the best part is you can admit to the one you hurt that you fucked up. But why not think about it even deeper? You feel that stabbing in your heart, that feeling of remorse? Tell me, where is it coming from? Is it from a lost love," leaning in close to the ear of Jonathan, his tone took a sinisiter new level, "or is it because you are a desperate little whore who can't find a good fuck ever since you managed to ruin the only good thing you ever had?" Grinning saditicly, he leaned away from Jonathan, still circling him, still touching his shoulders in the spidery movements. " Do you ache because someone who once held your heart so dear also aches? Or is it your own selfish desire to mend your own pain that has brought you back here? Are you still only thinking of yourself? What kind of question is that, of course you are."

"Regret, now there is an interesting word for you to use. Regret. I find men who often regret things are usually strong willed, they can stare into the eyes of those they have wronged and understand the pain they have caused. Tell me, could you ever do such, or will you simply coward away from it? Will you avert your gaze, to frightened to look at what you have caused? Too childish to understand the pain you brought with one foolish move?" Stopping infront of Jonathan, he blocked the view of the bastard from looking upon Zeke. Now it was Markus's turn to cause pain. To hurt another, and it was something he was damn good at. After all, he had been raised by a Dark Wizard, his sister had been a total bitch, and the thought of hurting others simply thrilled him. "No, I don't think you regret it; you aren't strong enough. The very action of your crime screams of weakness. A weak love, a weak heart; a patheticly weak man."

Finally, it was time for the grand finale! "What else can you say? Well here, let me help you out, my boy." Walking around, he came up behind Jonathan and leaned in, placing his lips beside the ear of the blonde. His words where a soft whisper, the tone wicked and cruel; he was showing a side of him few had ever seen. Certainly Zeke never had! " Look into those beautiful eyes. Those eyes so filled with sadness and despair. Look at the man who had loved you for you, who had wanted nothing more then to be with you. Say you are sorry for being so fucking weak. Say you are sorry for thinking with your dick instead of your brain. Say you are sorry for being nothing then a common street whore with no morals. Say you are a pathetic little bitch who deserves nothing more then a cruel death. Because only then will you know the kind of pain you caused you heartless bastard." Upon the last word his head whipped away from Jonathan, his words ringing in the air softly. He was a demon when it came to him being angry, his tongue sharp and his mind dangerous. This was where he truly shined.