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[nowait-letme.livejournal.com]

Flash.

Bang.



Two things are wrong with this picture:

One, Chainsaw is standing beside a massive crater full of dirty water and dead squid.

Two, there's a sun in the sky and not a cliff in sight.

Three, those aren't even squid.



That was more than two things, wasn't it.

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[hisbitchnow.livejournal.com]

Obviously, Abel is happy. Very happy to see you, Cain. Except not because you are a bastard and Holy Mother Mary he can't see you at the moment. But seriously, Cain, Abel is very glad you came to his rescue.

"C-cain!"

[mybitchnow.livejournal.com]

"Abel."

He sounds torn between amusement and anger.

"Who the fuck is this--" that sound, for the record, was his elbow hitting Chainsaw's face; it's very distinctive "--and what part of you're mine did you not get the first time? Should I give you another scar to get your attention?"

[nowait-letme.livejournal.com]

You shouldn't do all that talking, Cain.

It gives Chainsaw an idea of where you are, and that's a bad move.

That sound was a blind, angry torturer barreling into Cain from the side.

"Got you," he says triumphantly, and establishes control.

He doesn't worry about Abel. Clearly the little bitch is not a threat.

1/3.

[hisbitchnow.livejournal.com]

"Don't you fucking--" He huffs, pausing to wipe his mouth. "I don't--"

Fuck talking, he should just throw a rock at you. Except...

2/3

[hisbitchnow.livejournal.com]

Sort of boyfriend outweighs psycho.

3/3

[hisbitchnow.livejournal.com]

Abel uses Punch!

[mybitchnow.livejournal.com]

"What the FUCK is this?"

EXCUSE CAIN, HE'S JUST GOING TO BE WORRYING ABOUT THE FACT THAT HE CAN'T FUCKING MOVE.





Badass Abel, you are kind of hot. Please stick around.

[nowait-letme.livejournal.com]

"You little shit!"

Now, if Chainsaw hadn't just been interrupted in the middle of some very promising makeouts by a broken wrist and a kick in the balls, maybe he would do something sensible like use Cain to fend Abel off.

Instead he tries to hit back, with his bad hand.

It doesn't go well.

Also, he still can't quite see.

"Shit," he says, shaking his head rapidly (it doesn't help).

And what he actually does with Cain is send him straight for the crater lake. Do not pass go, do not collect $200. Also, don't swim.

[hisbitchnow.livejournal.com]

Missed it by this much, Chainsaw.

"Cain!" Abel chases, hands balled into fists. "Son of a bitch, where are yo--"

Realizations can be very awful.

"Shit!"

[mybitchnow.livejournal.com]

He adds together two and two and comes up with oh fuck.

"Where does it fucking look like?!"

All of his attempts to resist the compulsion come up null. He can hope Chainsaw isn't as malevolent as he could be, but it's a slim fucking hope.



Or he could hope Abel has something up his sleeve.

...Abel...?

[nowait-letme.livejournal.com]

Meanwhile, Chainsaw is booking it in the opposite direction.

Goddamn livelings just aren't worth the trouble.

(He forgets his coat.)

[hisbitchnow.livejournal.com]

Actually, Abel has no idea what he's doing. None whatsoever. He's running as fast as he can, hand thrust forward to ---

He catches Cain's collar and grips it tight.

Goddamnit, Cain, if you know what's good for you, you better stop.

[mybitchnow.livejournal.com]

He makes an awkward choking noise and stumbles.

[nowait-letme.livejournal.com]

From about a hundred feet behind them: flash and bang.

[mybitchnow.livejournal.com]

Cain stops moving. Stops so quickly he overbalances, in fact, and has to grab onto Abel (oh god why) for balance.

"...Okay, the fuck was that?"

[hisbitchnow.livejournal.com]

W-why are you grabbing me like that? Abel almost trips on himself in shock, hands finding themselves on Cain for support.

"I..." He starts, blinking. "I don't really know."

[mybitchnow.livejournal.com]

"Fine."

He lets go, in a way that somehow suggests he was never holding on in the first place.

"Where are we? No, let me guess, you don't fucking know that either."

[hisbitchnow.livejournal.com]

That...really hurts. Abel folds his arms, sucking a breath in between his teeth. His temples throb and he's resisting the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose.

"You don't have to be so--fuck---nasty." Sigh. "S'not m' fault."

[mybitchnow.livejournal.com]

Snort.

"This is nasty? Oh, Abel. You don't know what nasty is."

Cain picks up a rock and chucks it angrily at the lake. It falls short by about two feet.

Grumpily: "But I bet that bastard was giving you a decent lesson."

1/2

[hisbitchnow.livejournal.com]

What the fuck.

As if Abel's day could not get any worse. If he'd known he was doomed to stay with Cain and his emotional intelligence of a three-year old, he wouldn't have kicked that Chainsaw guy.

In fact, he should've just let Cain drown.

[hisbitchnow.livejournal.com]

"I can't believe you."

[mybitchnow.livejournal.com]

"Sure you can."

He gives the lake one last glare, then turns around and starts walking away from it.

"I'm right here, aren't I?"

[hisbitchnow.livejournal.com]

"That isn't what I meant."

[mybitchnow.livejournal.com]

"Whatever."



And just like that, Cain stops.

"Wait. We're on a planet."

He scowls up at the misty white sky.

"No fucking commanders, no fucking ships, and nothing to fucking fight. Great."

[hisbitchnow.livejournal.com]

"That's what...I was trying to tell you."

He paused and ran a hand through his hair.