unable to respond to the accusation of LYING he is suddenly pummeled by the mirroring figure, tackling him to the ground where he’s pinned down unwillingly. he lets out a shriek, kicking his legs and collecting a fistful of tucker’s hair in his fingers however they slip away as he’s flipped to his stomach. to his dismay his shirt is jerked upwards, causing him to cringe as the cloth catches on a feather and wrenches it out of the pit where it grew. wasn’t a BIG DEAL, knew that it would grow back though it does make his eyes water ( unsure whether its from the slight pinch or the horror of having his wings in plain sight. ) 

“ GET OFF !! ” his voice turns ANGRY, gravelly tone matching the dirt in his hair and the stone under his skin. he twists and grabs tucker by the collar to yank him off of his body, tossing him to his side so he can shuffle to a sitting position. he curls his knees close to his chest, hugging them with arms wrapped tightly ( wings even tighter ). “ not an angel, retard. ” childish tone wavers, wants to cry or SCREAM but instead he settles on glaring at tucker. 

❛      NO!      ❜       petulant as ever, volatile as ever. tucker turns sour as he’s pushed away. HATES BEING BULLIED! yeah, what a bully michael is. if the siren isn’t getting his way, people are at fault, people must suffer his warped pride. his eyes narrow on the other, a piercing gaze, hollow, searching for soul, wants to twist it until he bleeds. there’s another gasp, offended this time.      

❛      i ain’t no retard! yer a … a fucktard, ya honky!     ❜       oh boy, not happy about that.       

he crawls closer in a flash, moody rumble in throat. he becomes stiff once more, hands and knees, glowering.      ❛      ya don’t even know wha'ya are?! yer the retard, i’m tellin’ ya, yer an angel. got wings, stupid! don’t tell me yer some nasty infuhdel?! waste o’a purdy ass! i oughta skin ya … fuck ya first. mm … maybe after, too.      ❜      

<sub>HATES HIM. HE HATES HIM. FUCKER HATES HIM ! 

a weak boy himself, he feels as if he’s about to crumble. how’d it get to this ? such EMOTIONAL children ! rudiger’s expression contorts into pure RAGE. hate hate hate. doesn’t want to be hated. DOESN’T APPRECIATE IT. long fingers find their way into tucker’s hair & grips tight. 

“ CAN’T LOVE ME IF YOUS HATE ME RETARD. “ he’s unhappy. he’s angered. violent. yanks tucker’s head up, then SLAMS it down hard against the hardwood. he does it again. & again. & again. “ FUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOU TOUCH HER N’ I’LL NEVAH LOVE YOUS AGAIN I’LL HATE YOUS FEREVAH—  “</sub>

❛       YER A RETARD!       ❜      petulantly whines as a hand lifts, digging nails into the man’s wrist. this has gone far beyond what tucker will tolerate as play. he may have thick bones but the ghoul is intent on breaking them. horrid snaps and cracks, grimacing in pain as his face progressively becomes a translucent canvas of splattered green - blue blood. 

fingers slip, a palm smack against floor, choking on such a BRUTAL assault. vision is totally black but all his mind sees is a blinding redredred, carnal ferocity overpowering a submissive boy. he elbows the man’s jaw hard, delirious and nearly out of it does tucker roll onto back. gaze is void, he spits a congealing mess of slimy plasma right in rudi’s face and starts to pull legs from underneath him to get up and away. 

can’t decide if he wants to shred the man of his skin or run and hide where he can cry and wallow in self - pity and harm.