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2/? (a) (Hopefully this won't show up multiple times; it's been in comment-limbo for a while.)
Date: 2011-07-29 04:59 am (UTC)In a flash, the packet was gone, snatched from his hand. The other Sonny gripped it tightly to his chest, his eyes wide, his breathing desperate and uneven for a moment before his expression slowly, gradually calmed. His eyes drifted toward the floor. “Sorry, I…I don’t know what…”
He hesitantly laid the cigarettes back on the table.
Sonny—Skrillex--frowned. “Well, if you need ‘em that badly, they’re yours. I’ve got, like, ten more back at the bus.”
Sonny raised an eyebrow at “bus” but didn’t comment. “No, I don’t, like, I don’t need them that badly, I just…haven’t seen any for a really, really, super-long time.” He absent-mindedly twirled a strand of hair. “I guess I’ll take, like, one or two. If you don’t mind, man.”
Raising both hands, Skrillex leaned back in the booth. “No, man, like I said, take the whole box.” He grinned. “So, where’re you from? ‘M just curious. Like, no cigarettes, double of me, mad-crazy gun…”
“I am you,” Sonny whispered gravely, leaning in over the table. “Or, at least, I think I am. A different you—me—us, whatever. I’ve been in this bar for, like, an hour now, and I’ve seen at least two more people who, well…”
“Look like--?” Skrillex gestured vaguely toward his face.
“Yeah. And I don’t know what all the other…us-es are like, so I don’t know if the places we’re from are any different.”
Skrillex furrowed his brow and, again, nudged his glasses higher up his nose. “Well, I grew up in Los Angeles…on Earth.”
Sonny stifled a laugh. “Sounds familiar.”
“And, erm, when I was sixteen I started playing music…like, professionally—“ Sonny’s eyebrows raised, but he said nothing. Skrillex continued. “And, well, lots of stuff happened and I met lots of really great people and now I’m the ‘Prince of Dubstep’…or something.”
Sonny stared. “Woah, major divergence there. Like, hekka major. I’m just gonna assume you guys didn’t get hit with the, the…”
“The what, man?”
“The zombies and stuff, right? You’d have mentioned it if you did. Wouldn’t you?” He chuckled nervously. “You’d’ve mentioned zombies, for sure.”
Skrillex mouthed empty syllables, making a few false starts before his brain finally caught up to the rest of him. “Wait—what? You mean, like, real zombies, like Romero frickin’ walking dead guys.”
“Yeah, man.” His hand moved to nudge the ball-bearing necklace hanging just under the neckline of his loose black shirt. “Walking…dead guys. Infected, whatever.”
Re: 2/? (b) (Hopefully this won't show up multiple times; it's been in comment-limbo for a while.)
Date: 2011-07-29 05:04 am (UTC)Sonny gripped the necklace in question tightly, eyes distrustful. He faltered, then slowly pulled down the collar of his t-shirt and lifted up the choker so Skrillex could see.
Skrillex peered at it intently. “Woah, man, that’s crazy! It looks just like the one Joel used to wear, well, up until his mau5head shocked him and he had to…” He trailed off, watching Sonny’s expression morph from quiet distrust into something unreadable. His voice dropped to a whisper. “Hey, man. You okay?”
He heard Sonny’s breath hitch. “Jo…You knew Joel? In your world?”
“Yeah, sure,” Skrillex began. “Still know him. He’s a good friend of mine. He signed me to his label. We hang out sometimes.”
Sonny’s shoulders were shaking. He let out a ragged, raspy sob.
Within seconds, Skrillex was at his side. “No. No. He’s…”
“Gone,” he murmured. “He…they…got him. Tore him apart. And they—“ His breath hiked, and with a growl, he forced his hidden arm onto the table. “—they got me, too.”
The arm was wrapped haphazardly. Dried blood stained the bandages; they’d obviously not been changed for a long time. In the gaps between strips of gauze, Skrillex could barely make out what looked like burnt, blackened flesh.
Sonny turned to Skrillex, breaths shallow, and gripped his arm. “They got me, and I knew I was gonna turn, and I waited and waited and waited and it turns out I have this immunity and my brain just wouldn’t stop thinking and they all died and I couldn’t save them and I couldn’t die and—“
Skrillex pulled him into a tight embrace. He knew he was hugging himself and technically that was a little weird but it didn’t matter. Sonny Moore needed help, and no matter how weird it was, Sonny Moore was going to give it. “Hey, man, it’s alright. I’m here. And you know what?” he asked, his voice steely.
“What,” Sonny mumbled into his shirt.
“You’re not going back there. You’re never going back there, man, because you’re here. With me. With all of us, I guess, and you know what? You’re coming with me when we all go home.”
Sonny sat silently for a minute, still holding on for dear life. “But…what if I’m a carrier? For the infection, I mean. I can’t get sick, but…”
“Then we’ll just have to get you some kind of Bubble-Boy suit until we’ve got a vaccination. Simple.”
Sonny grinned invisibly against Skrillex’s shirt. “Yeah. Simple.”
Re: 2/? (b) (Hopefully this won't show up multiple times; it's been in comment-limbo for a while.)
Date: 2011-07-29 05:33 pm (UTC)