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This Delicate Thing We've Made
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M through R › Queer As Folk
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
2,586
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Queer As Folk, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Crash and Burn
Chapter One: Crash and Burn
Coming out of the darkness, the first thing to assault his senses was the smell of blood, cigarette smoke, and sex. As his eyes adjusted, he noticed that, while it was night, the lights from the nearby building could fool even the smartest man into thinking it was day.
When he attempted to stand, his body quickly ruled out that option as a searing pain from his left leg caused him to crumple back to the ground. As he pushed himself to a seated position against the nearby wall, the man’s senses were once again assaulted, this time by the coppery scent of blood, even stronger than before. After quickly looking around for the source, he found a deep and ugly looking wound on his left leg. Too small for a gash but too big for a bullet wound, he finally guessed it was from a knife of some sort. How though? Who the hell had stabbed him, and, more importantly, where the hell was he?
Judging from the blindingly bright lights and pounding beat he felt reverberating from the ground, he guessed that there was a dance club of some sort near where he was. Noticing the darkness and the beat of the music, he knew the club was at its peak hours. Maybe there was someone there who could help him figure out where the hell he was, and, more importantly, who the hell he was.
Gathering his courage and his last bit of whatever he had left, he pushed himself to his feet, mindful of his injured leg, and, using the wall as support, he made his way towards the thumpa thumpa of the club ahead.
After what had seemed like an eternity, the man finally reached the crowded street. His journey, however, had taken its toll on his energy supply and his already battered body. The man was forced to again rely on the wall for support as he rested for a second while he focused on his new surroundings. Every part of his body hurt, some places more than others, and the man just wanted to know why.
Men of all ages, and a few women or men, he couldn’t really tell, moved in all directions on a narrow street. The dimmed lights made faces unreadable, and the sounds coming from different conversations all blended together with footsteps to make a soundtrack for the street. Collisions seemed to be bound to happen, but, as if they were all participants in a heavily choreographed dance, they simply knew where and when to move, with hands being the only things that touched. The people walked with purpose, it seemed, and many were headed towards the music and the lights that the man had seen from the alleyway.
‘Babylon is his hideaway, where he goes to lose himself for a few hours.’
Babylon? The name sounded familiar, but the fog in his head seemed unwilling to let him through to his memories. Despite that, the man knew, or felt, that the club was a sort of safe haven and that the help he needed would be found there. With a new goal in mind, and a new burst of energy, no matter how small, he pushed himself away from the wall that had supported him, and, after shaking off a dizzy spell, began to join the crowd.
Before he had taken more than ten steps, however, someone came up to him from the side and tapped him on the shoulder. The burst of pain brought the darkness back into his vision, and only after decided that turning as fast as he had had been a bad idea. The energy he had gained suddenly disappeared, and he felt his body giving up as he fell back towards the pavement. Instead of the hard impact and the pain that he had been anticipating, he fell into a softer and safer place, but the pain was still there. The intensity of everything in his body hurting at once combined with the sudden fall caused the darkness in his eyes to take over. Before he slipped out of reality again, however, he heard a voice that he couldn’t place but he knew that the person it came from would protect him. He heard the voice once more and then succumbed to the darkness that enveloped him.
“Justin!”
A/N:So what did you think? Please review whether you liked it or not, so I can fix things before I post the next chapter!
Coming out of the darkness, the first thing to assault his senses was the smell of blood, cigarette smoke, and sex. As his eyes adjusted, he noticed that, while it was night, the lights from the nearby building could fool even the smartest man into thinking it was day.
When he attempted to stand, his body quickly ruled out that option as a searing pain from his left leg caused him to crumple back to the ground. As he pushed himself to a seated position against the nearby wall, the man’s senses were once again assaulted, this time by the coppery scent of blood, even stronger than before. After quickly looking around for the source, he found a deep and ugly looking wound on his left leg. Too small for a gash but too big for a bullet wound, he finally guessed it was from a knife of some sort. How though? Who the hell had stabbed him, and, more importantly, where the hell was he?
Judging from the blindingly bright lights and pounding beat he felt reverberating from the ground, he guessed that there was a dance club of some sort near where he was. Noticing the darkness and the beat of the music, he knew the club was at its peak hours. Maybe there was someone there who could help him figure out where the hell he was, and, more importantly, who the hell he was.
Gathering his courage and his last bit of whatever he had left, he pushed himself to his feet, mindful of his injured leg, and, using the wall as support, he made his way towards the thumpa thumpa of the club ahead.
After what had seemed like an eternity, the man finally reached the crowded street. His journey, however, had taken its toll on his energy supply and his already battered body. The man was forced to again rely on the wall for support as he rested for a second while he focused on his new surroundings. Every part of his body hurt, some places more than others, and the man just wanted to know why.
Men of all ages, and a few women or men, he couldn’t really tell, moved in all directions on a narrow street. The dimmed lights made faces unreadable, and the sounds coming from different conversations all blended together with footsteps to make a soundtrack for the street. Collisions seemed to be bound to happen, but, as if they were all participants in a heavily choreographed dance, they simply knew where and when to move, with hands being the only things that touched. The people walked with purpose, it seemed, and many were headed towards the music and the lights that the man had seen from the alleyway.
‘Babylon is his hideaway, where he goes to lose himself for a few hours.’
Babylon? The name sounded familiar, but the fog in his head seemed unwilling to let him through to his memories. Despite that, the man knew, or felt, that the club was a sort of safe haven and that the help he needed would be found there. With a new goal in mind, and a new burst of energy, no matter how small, he pushed himself away from the wall that had supported him, and, after shaking off a dizzy spell, began to join the crowd.
Before he had taken more than ten steps, however, someone came up to him from the side and tapped him on the shoulder. The burst of pain brought the darkness back into his vision, and only after decided that turning as fast as he had had been a bad idea. The energy he had gained suddenly disappeared, and he felt his body giving up as he fell back towards the pavement. Instead of the hard impact and the pain that he had been anticipating, he fell into a softer and safer place, but the pain was still there. The intensity of everything in his body hurting at once combined with the sudden fall caused the darkness in his eyes to take over. Before he slipped out of reality again, however, he heard a voice that he couldn’t place but he knew that the person it came from would protect him. He heard the voice once more and then succumbed to the darkness that enveloped him.
“Justin!”
A/N:So what did you think? Please review whether you liked it or not, so I can fix things before I post the next chapter!