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[ANTONIO MONTAGUE]

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One step, two step, stumble. Again. One step, two step, run. He was aiming for something. His goal was in site. the doors to the kitchen were open. Perfect. His teeth scraped across his lips as he sped into the echoing room, stumbling again. He didn't stop, instead running straight to the drawer, pulling out his target. His goal. His weapon of choice. It was a knife. But not just any old knife. It was a meat carving knife. It wasn't at all a surprise that Antonio Montague of all people knew where one was. But his attitude wasn't normal. Or, it didn't appear to be.

Quickly he glanced around, checking no one saw him, before he slipped the blade into his skinny jeans, hiding it. Once it was firmly in place he moved off again. His steps were solid. He was serious as he made his way steadily to the bathrooms. Or, at least the first few steps were steady. Soon though he broke into a run, racing to get to his destination. What he in't plan on doing was running into someone heknew, someone that would stop him. Alas, when did anything ever go as Toni planned... when he planned that was.

Zacarias' eyes widened as he saw his brother running. He knew this couldn't be good, when was it ever good? "ANTONIO!" he called after the other. He didn't miss the curse the other uttered. He echoed it, though much softer before moving after Antonio, making sure to keep a distance from the other so he could wave for help while still keeping his twin in sight. You didn't even have to be Toni's twin to know something was wrong with this picture. Yes Toni being chased was nothing new.

But a fully dressed Toni being chased by a worried looking Zee meant that something was clearly wrong. Something Zacarias had easily picked up on when he'd looked at the other. Toni's leg had healed nearly a week ago, and yet he was beginning to limp. Something had to be up. Antonio didn't care that he was being followed, his mind was on other matters as he raced into the bathroom - the boy's of course - and threw himself into one of the cubicles. He pulled the knife out from it's tucked place with a hiss and held it in his hand. It was already speckled red with blood.

Shuddering he licked the blood up, hissing slightly at the slit it caused on his tongue - reopening the wound from his suicide attempt back in the warehouse. That had been a completely different matter though. He hadn't known what he was doing then. He knew exactly what he was doing now. The main door slammed open as Zee ran in. Quickly Toni scrambled onto the toilet and locked the cubicle door, all before pressing the blade firmly to his neck. He was trembling lightly, but otherwise was still. However, the damage had been done when the door had been locked. Zacarias knew where his brother was.

Quickly the saner twin dived into the next cubicle along and climbed onto the toilet. Placing his hands on the divider he pulled himself up, peering down at his twin. "Toni no! Don't even think about it!" he exclaimed beginning to pull his whole body up. Hearing the other Antonio jumped, the blade jerking slightly, he pulled it away creating a deep gash in his neck. No sooner did Antonio try to stand than Zacarias had dropped down next to him. Zee ignored the painful vibrations in his legs and the throbbing in his head.

Instead he forced Antonio down onto the toilet, placing his hand firmly against the others throat, trying to hold in the spurts of blood as he grabbed for some toilet paper. "You've got to be fucking kidding me! 'Toni please, you can't die now. Leena and Alejandro need you. I fucking well need you!" he snapped. Antonio's only reply was to drop the knife, which he'd been using against his wrists as Zee tended to his neck, and push at his twin. His twin however stood firm making Antonio squirm.

"Get the fuck off me. You only need me so they don't fuck you" he retorted, coughing slightly. More blood escaped him at that cough. Zee bit back the urge to growl, instead grabbing a fistful of toilet paper. He pressed it firmly to the other's neck and kicked the door open. Pulling his twin into his arms Zacarias carried Antonio to the infirmary. "Keep the toilet paper held firmly down, for alejandro at least" was all Zacarias said to his twin as the bloody pair worked their way out of the cubicle and along to get Babybitch some help.

"I'm not ready Rias... I never will be...

[/b]" Antonio mumbled. Zacarias looked at him in a firm way, silently telling him to shut up, as he continued to walk. He knew exactly what Antonio was going on about. He knew it was Alejandro and Angeleena. But what did it matter anymore. They were going to be fifteen soon. So what if Toni was forever going to be disgusted by how Alejandro came to be, disgusted and scared. No matter what, Toni was going to be a father, and soon from what Zee was guessing.

Silently Zacarias carried his twin into the infirmary and lay him on one of the beds. Gently he moved Toni's hand and replaced it with his own as he leant to place a gentle kiss upon Antonio's forehead, ignoring Antonio's mutter of , "Mi falta..." Zacarias sat there until the Doctor came to tend to Antonio. Then, once Antonio had been knocked unconcious from painkiller drugs Zacarias left, sure the other was fine. His slowly bleeding twin. Antonio had planned to die. But once again he'd been saved.
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