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Amnesia and Star Child	By : coldblood Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Linkin Park Views: 1666 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hiding in his bunk, Chester sat rolling a pocket knife in his hands.
It was already stained with blood.
Brad didn’t get it - the bastards never did - he relived those things almost every night, it didn’t go away, it wasn’t something to laugh at.
Paralysed in your dream, watching it all happen below you, and yet feel all the pain.
Sometimes Chester woke up with his genitals aching for no reason at all, the faded scars on his dick a constant reminder of those times all those years ago...
Brad didn’t understand. The wanker never would.
Mike was the only one who dealt with the story like he knew what it was like.
He did know what it must’ve been like - Chester heard him mumbling in his sleep, he had heard him pleading for someone to stop and for someone to help.
Chester didn’t doubt that Mike had been there before.
Now what to do?
Chester blinked slowly and touched the blade of the knife to his wrist; slowly he traced a line running horizontally across and then moving back.
He pressed down harder on the blade and felt the satisfying slimy kind of noise as the weapon pierced his skin. He waited while the blood began to run down his arm before continuing, slowly cutting along an old scar, watching with growing relief as the blood welled and seeped freely from the wound.
At last the line was complete.
Chester flipped the pocket knife and hid it back under his pillow, lying down and watching in relief as the blood flowed continuously out of the cut.
He knew the relief was only temporary, he knew it was like a drug - he knew that he would have to hide it the next day, but he didn’t care.
He felt like Mike was justified now that he had done this - by cutting himself, Mike wasn’t alone.
It was like taking half of Mike’s burden and putting it on Chester’s shoulders.
If he could make people understand what it was like...
Chester closed his eyes and sighed deeply, pressing his hand to his wrist.
No one would ever understand.

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Rosie woke and was greeted with the sight of Brad sitting on the floor next to his bunk.
A second glance revealed Mike, lying on Brad’s bed fast asleep, his hand bandaged tightly.
Worried, the long armed monster silently jumped off the bed and came closer to investigate, her telepathic tentacles probing, searching into Brad’s being, searching for what had happened.
Brad put his head in his hands and stood up, nursing the pounding of his mind, unaware of what the strange sensations were or what they meant.
She understood now.
Mike... Star Child... Friend - please heal...
Rosie sent forth more waves, weaving and investigating Mike’s worn body, aiming to find what troubled his mind, searching for the unknown emotions that were weighing his life force down.
Something blocked her, a monster with huge menacing tentacles waving at her, pushing her away from him.
Stay away - leave him be.
Rosie blinked and snarled silently, forcing her telepathic connection to strengthen, to fight.
But all she could find in Mike was perpetual blackness, and the ebony monster, with wicked teeth gleaming, and red eyes flashing cruelly.
Leave him be, he needs no help - leave him be!
Rosie shook her head, rearing up on her hind legs, fighting the monster like it was almost there in the room - but no - it was, it was within Mike.
She gnashed her horsy teeth, eyes revolving in terror and anger, the monster screaming back at her, evil tentacles whipping out and forcing her telepathy probes back.
The creature screamed - a loud and agonising tone that sent Rosie teetering back, shrieking in ultrasonic pitch the no human could ever hear without mechanical means.
Rosie whined like a horse and pawed the air.
LEAVE HIM BE!!!
Suddenly her telepathic waves imploded - Rosie shrieked again and wheeled - smashing her body inadvertently against Brad, sending him cart wheeling in the air - landing sprawled on the floor.
Brad jumped back to his feet, his own eyes - though much smaller than Rosie’s, widened with confusion and terror much like her own emotions right at that moment.
Rosie shook her raptor head violently, trying to rid herself of the image - she snarled and turned her hardened gaze to Brad’s terrified face and launched herself at him.
She was by absolutely no means small - and standing on her hind legs she reached a fair bit more than two metres - which was certainly taller than Brad.
Brad flew back and landed - winded from the freight train force that had pummelled him.
The disorientation her telepathy had suffered had bombarded Rosie and upset all rational thought - the monster was still before her eyes, guarding Mike jealously from her.
Rosie gnashed her teeth, great orbs revolving in insane rage, confusion and terror as she struck Brad in the chest with an aggressive thump of her hands.
Brad opened and closed his mouth, struggling to bring air into his winded lungs, he fought and staggered back to his feet, looking around for his invisible adversary.
The invisible creature, a star traveller of the far reaches of space, reared back and swung her head like a club - whipping it back and, then it came rushing down and with a ‘thwump!’ Brad collapsed, collecting the full force of the swing by her thick neck - knocking him out cold.
Rosie hissed and snarled, arching her back at Mike’s sleeping form.
She kept her telepathic waves away this time, but she knew the creature was still there, inside of him.
A harsh growl and Rosie stalked off, whipping her tail back and forth in agitation before lying down on the couch in the den.
It took a long time into the night, but despite the stress, Rosie had succumbed to her weary body’s demands and fell asleep.
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