MURDER ON THE HIGHWAY

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Too tired to try and stop Taxi from taking his minature axe, Gabjel only mummbled a grunt of annoyance before leaning forwards, eyes wide in curiosity. "Hinny, what are you-"

CHOP

The metal hatchet echoed across the room, the sound bouncing off the walls slowly. Time haulted. Gabri could see the motion blurs. The only thing twitchin was the hand on the table, like some kind of bad sci fi movie.

But this was not a movie. It had the same air of earthliness as everything real did. That was why it frightened him.

"TAXI-!" Gabrjel started to scream, springing forward, unable to comprehend what just happened and why, but then things became very confusing and he grew quiet. The blonde just sat there grinning like the cheshire cat. While his fingrs were sezering, he just grinned. Lost, Gabri shifted his eyes to the table.

"A trick?"

[KOCHI-KOCHI]

His grin could be more adequately described as a cheshire cat who just got a blowjob. Yes, it hurt to have ones hand cut off. It hurt a fuck of a lot. Pain was coursing through his body, jutting out from the wound to crackle along his spine and up to scream at his brain. But Taxi was the sort of vile little beast who got chills down his spine when you pulled his hair and moaned when the lash hit his back, so when he severed his own set of digits it brang him an incredible amount of pleasure, numbing his senses wonderfully.

But he held back the urge to shove his remaining hand down his pants or to make any lusty noises, biting his tongue beneath lips curved up in a grin.

The blonde stood and backed up, voice a little quaky. Fuck, fuck, it really had been so long since he'd been near Quinn, and he had just wanted to freak Gabri out, not to make his pants painfully tight. He hadn't expected this sort of arousal in the least, but Taxi couldn't control himself. Godddd, nooo, not now, go aawwaaaayyyy-

"Not a trick, you can touch it if you want but it might wiggle-" Oh christ, mind out of gutter, Taxi! No, too late, too late- "Actually, can you watch it for a second, I have to go, um-" Without another word he stumbled back into the bathroom and locked the door, leaving the Gabri alone with his hand. He usually made it a rule to never leave his body parts unattended, but, this was a special exception. A very very special exception.

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Since Gabri hadn't been watching Taxi, he hadn't noticed his friend become oddly jittery nor the partiquarly large buldge in his pants. No, the Pole's eyes were on the fucking hand that was just chopped off. He didn't find it weird that Taxi asked him to watch it and then run off into the bathroom, though he should have. He also didn't think on what Taxi was doing in the bathroom. Again, he should have. Thank god he hid behind the whole 'being completely innocent' thin (disregaurding the series of murders on his side). Taxi had given Gabri a job to, and being the incredibly obedent, nice person that he was, he gladly accepted and sat against the bed, watching the pale, bloodless hand with dying curiosity.

The room was so quiet. Not even the fingers were wiggling anymore. With the ceiling fan off, the room felt so warm. His head felt heavy. God, he was so tired. He felt his chin hit his chest and with a start he opened his eyes wider- a stupid effort. Less then a second later he repeated the process, only didn't wake up.

Across the room he could hardly make out the sound of a 'tap tap' on the floor. Something was walking around? Gabrjel opened one eye, face to face with a entirely white german shepherd looking at him with bright yellow eyes.

The fear only lasted a few seconds. Too tired. "Go home." gabri grummbled. The dog turned and walked to the table, snatching the hand firmly in it's jaws and trotting out the door. Slowly, Gabri's brain comprehended and he felt a falling sensation and then WHAM. He jumped to his feet, stumbling, and shouted "Bring that back here, that's Taxi's!" The dog ignored him and ran out the hotel room, half running down the hall- he was in no hurry. Gabri darted after, dropping his hat accidentally in the livingroom and forgetting his hatchet in the bedroom, forgetting to shut the door as he raced down the hall.

The real hand was still where Taxi had left it, sitting on the table.

[KOCHI-KOCHI]

When he exited the small hotel bathroom he was completely colourless, all the blood in his body having gone to different areas. Though there was some faint red across his nose and cheeks it quickly faded, paling upon seeing that Gabri was missing and the door was ajar. Hatchet still here, and with a worried look about he saw the hat lying all by its lonesome with no head attached to it.

The vampire grabbed his hand which thank god was still there, putting it in the front pocket of his hoodie and hiding his stump in there too before heading out the hotel to locate his lost little Gabri. He made sure to tuck the hatchet in his own pants and pull the hat over blonde hair and then close and lock the door behind himself, amazingly remembering all of this despite being rushed and worried. Had he gotten scared cause of the hand and run away? No, because he'd never forget his hat and his hatchet. So what had happened? Was it... that.. azlaraelaelwhatthefuckever guy he had talked about? Was that even fucking possible? Maybe he really was telling the truth and he had gotten in trouble because of Taxi. Oh god.

Guilt swarmed in his stomach as he skulked through the halls of the hotel, eyes wide as he looked around for the Polish man. If anything, ANYTHING had happened to his new friend, there would be hell to pay for whomever was responsible, Angel of Death or not.

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"Stop! Stay! ARggh you damn dog!"

The dog had lead him to the stairway, running up aposed to down, a canine grin on it's slobbery lips. Behind him followed a slightly fantic Gabri, who was certain Taxi didn't want bite marks on his hand. Panting a little, gripping the railing so he wouldn't fall and kill himself while making turns down flights of steps; he felt the grime of the metal on his palm and fingers and slipped more then once. However, the boy was determained and felt hot anger behind his eyes. Goddamn, he'd chop off it's goddamn balls and suffocate it by shoving them down it's throat.

Suddenly the dog stopped against the wall, sitting down and it's neck puffing in and out as it panted- that twisted little grin remained. Drool dripped down the fingers in it's mouth, between the teeth. Gabri stumbled, breathing heavy, glaring at the dog with heavy hatred. "Drop... it... good do- doggie." The good doggie curled up it's lips, bloody foam coming to it's lips, and it shook it's head widely.

"NO, YOU'LL TEAR IT UP!" Gabri lunged forward- so did the dog. He ended up on his back with a giant white beast sitting on it's chest. It swallowed the remains of the hand and dripped spit on the Pole's face before it began to speak in a smooth, romantic female voice.

"You've been a bad boy, Gabrjel. Very bad. The rats gave a full report. He is not happy." Then the dog began to change very drasticly, shrinking and molting and burning like tar until the thing sitting on him was almost frog like and the size of a child. The skin was black and rubbed off like ash. It's mouth was too large and filled with rows of teeth while the ears were nothing but wholes on the sides of the pus fill eyes. Atop it's head curved horns, and when it spoke this time it was a mix of 400 different voices at once, a loud screaming noise. "CONSENTRATIONCONSENTRATION!" It screeched, laughing and screaming. "THERES A KNIFEINYOURNECK, CANYOU FEEL IT DRIPPING DOWN?!" In Gabri's horror, the tip of a blade burst through his throat. "THERES NAILSINYOURBACK, CANYOU FEEL ITDRIPPINGDOWN!?" He couldn't move, rusty nails held him in place. "THERESAN AXE IN YOUR BACK, ISNT THAT FUNNY?! AND HERE. COMES. THE SPIDERS."

Regaurdless of the metal jutting from his trechea, Gabri started screaming.

[KOCHI-KOCHI]

What.



The.



Fuck?



Instantly he was relieved he found his lost friend, but any joy he felt was replaced by being disturbed as fuck and a little bit frightened. Gabri was on the floor as though something was holding him down and screaming his head off. Oh, fuck, fuck, the hotel staff were gonna hear him, and he'd have to explain a severed unbleeding limb and a screaming lunatic. No, think quick, think quick-

It turned out Taxi was really really bad at thinking quick and the best he could come up with was to sit on him and smack him on the side of the head with a, "SNAP OUT OF IT MAN!" which he had always really really wanted to say. If that didn't work he would grab him by the collar with his singular hand and give him a good shaking. If this STILL didn't work he would resort to bridal-style carrying him back to the hotel room.

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Unfortinatly for Taxi, sitting ontop of someone hallusinating that a demon was torturing them was not a very smart idea. The pain and the blood and the pressure and the tickling itchy legs of the spiders were real enough as it was, but when that earthly weight replaced Azrael's false assistant's it only horrorfied Gabri even further. His heart thudding and his fish bowl wide, thinking he was under even more terrifying attack, the boy started to thrash- though at least he was shocked to silence. The nails holding him down ripped the skin but at least he was free, and the blade in his throat might be drowning him in blood but at least it got it out and the axe at least he could roll away from. The spiders though where everywhere, down his shirt and biting any centimeter of skin- oh jesus christ they had fire for vemon and screws for fangs.

And then it stopped. The spiders vanished along with everything else, leaving Gabri very distraught and frightened and looking up at Taxi. Gasping a few times, starting and looking this way and that, trying to find that frog monster and her nasty tools. But there was nothing there. The wounds were gone, all but for the back of his head where he hit when he fell. He started to shake, shivering all over, trying to curl up away from his friend and away from everything else. He didn't even have his damned hat to hide his face and the tears streaking down his cheeks.

[KOCHI-KOCHI]

The question, 'What the fuck?' was answered by Gabri's tear streaked face. Pity and sadness overwhelmed the vampire, a smile which tried its best to be comforting ruined by the emotions he felt as he took the cap off of his head to place it down on the others as he shifted off of the polish boy. Voice was incredibly soft and soothing, "It's okay, Mausi, Mausi, sshh, they're gone, Mausi." while his remaining hand smoothed down some of the mans hair which still showed.

This was baaaadd. Usually he was the one on the floor crying, he didn't know what the hell to do when roles were reversed! Just what did you do with someone curled up in the fetal position? Well, fuck, you better get him out of the open before someone sees, for starters. Arms (even the handless one) scooped him up, hiding the lack of an appendage in the folds of Gabri's clothes as he swiftly moved through the halls. Cooing continued as he walked, "Don't worry, Mausi, you're okay now, don't cry, sshh, Mausi." speaking to him as though he were some poor little injured bird. Once in the room he set the other down on the bed and would pull the covers over him. In the process of this, if Gabri insisted on walking Taxi would allow this but still usher him towards the bed. The poor guy was just too tired to be worrying about all of this, no wonder he had a breakdown.

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Gabri had not been carried since he was a little boy. He was, afterall, rather tall now that he was full grown and not many people could pick him up without being a body builder or a giant. Taxi was neither of those thins, plus he was now one handed. It made no sense to Gabri, therefore, how he could possibly be in someone's arms... unless he was a little kid again. Yes, that had to be it. Azrael somehow turned back his age and he was younger. Since he was younger, it was also more acceptable to cry.

But not much.

Unlike the blonde nightmare, Grabjel had been brought up understanding that boys did not cry or show emotion. You could be nice but you couldn't show those pansy emotions, else you were a girl. Still stiffling his shaky sobs, the boy (or kid, as of getting picked up) hide his face in Taxi's shoulder, coughing out apologies and prayers and occasionally shaking. By the time he was put in the bed and Taxi just out of sight, Gabri slid out from the covers and knelt on the floor. He took something from his coat pocket with difficulty, still shaking like mad, and glasped his hands togeather, closing his eyes tightly and with a shuddering breath started to pray, clutching the rosery like his life depended on it.

"Ojcze nasz, któryœ jest w Niebie, œwiêæ siê imiê Twoje; przyjdŸ Królestwo Twoje; b¹dŸ wola Twoja, jako w niebie, tak i na ziemi. Chleba naszego powszedniego daj nam dzisiaj; i odpuœæ nam nasze winy, jako i my odpuszczamy naszym winowajcom; i nie wódz nas na pokuszenie, ale nas zbaw ode Z³ego...

Zdrowaœ Maryjo, laski pe³na Pan z Tob¹, b³ogos³awionaœ Ty miedzy niewiastami b³ogos³awiony owoc ¿ywota Twojego, Jezus.
Œwiêta Maryjo, Matko Bo¿a, módl siê za nami grzesznymi teraz i w godzinê œmierci naszej. Amen..."

The two prayers were said again and again, Gabri being absorbed into it, until he fell asleep like someone staying up all night studing might have, sprawled out halfway on the floor and half way on the bed, the rosery danginglin from his hand.

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Prayer 1: our father
Prayer 2: hail mary

[KOCHI-KOCHI]

The Pole and the German weren't all that unlike eachother in that respect, truthfully. Growing up he was treated the same, although he was probably brought up with a bit more than an understanding. No, he was raised with a fist to the face and a knee to the gut if he dared show unmasculine emotion. This didn't seem to have much impact on the blondes behavior other than turning him into the type of being who ran off into the bathroom to jerk off after cutting off his own damned hand. He found no problem with the man in his arms shaking, crying, and hiding his face in his shoulder. It was natural human behavior, something the vampire admired and cherished.

Sitting just outside the door of the bedroom out of sight he went to work on reattaching his hand while listening to the Polish prayers. He understood them, hell, he understood every language. The tendons and flesh cautiously licked against their excommunicated lovers as they were placed next to eachother. Ever so carefully they found their long lost companions, veins slowly reconnecting so gently, muscles just barely fluttering up against and tangling into eachother, and bones shyly holding like bashful teenagers. They wouldn't fully reconnect for a day or so, not till his own flesh was positive that it was vampiric tissue it was attempting to combine with. And the right body part.

After a few minutes he was able to feel his fingertips so was satisfied with the task. No punching or pinching or pulling, but, it would work. Work well enough that he could pull the Polish clothes off of him save for the necessities before hefting him back into the bed and pulling the covers over him. Removed clothes were folded and placed on an armchair, hatchet on the bedstand and the hat put ontop of it.

Satisfied with his work, knowing Gabri now wouldn't stink up his clothes or worry about where his precious hatchet was, he assured himself the other would be fine while he went out to satisfy his bloodlust. It only took him twenty minutes, stalking some dark haired vixen before ravaging her with his teeth and abandoning her in a dumpster.

Gabrjel would wake up with Taxi next to him in bed. Facing away with his knees pulled up and hands under his head and yet under the blankets along with the taller boy. Wearing a sleeveless white shirt of light fabric which he assumedly had on under the bumblebee hoodie and his black boxers, having shed the rest of his clothing for comforts sake. Sleep wasn't required, but it was nice, and all of this hectic activity had worn him out.

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Gabri's dreams where not pleasent, but they weren't terrible either. Putting his hands togeather and whispering those words melted away any fear eating at his insides- it always put his mind to rest. Being surprisingly religious, Gabri might have actually thought the literal hand of God was covering him like a safe gaurd.

Since he was completely knocked out from exhaustion (physical and mental, the schizophrenia drained his mind something awful, especially when he had one of his fits) he hadn't reacted when Taxi basicly stripped him, nor did he make any movements when he was reintroduced to the bed. He slept for a while, til 11- sleeping in big time for someone who was up at the crack of dawn every day.

Sitting up, he rubbed the back of his head with a slight groan, feeling a huge mat of blood. Wonderful. He was lucky it had stopped bleeding before he got back into bed else that pillow might be glued on- wait, how did he get back in the bed in the first place? ... and where were his clothes?

Looking down at himself in confusion, he checked under the covers to see if he still had pants on. He didn't. At least his boxers were there. But still, the fact that he was mostly naked did concern him and-

He looked to the left.

And almost had a heartattack.

Then a stroke.

Scampering like a mouse being chased by a cat, he fell out of bed on the otherside and ran out of the room, red all over, and hid in the bathroom, not even able to breathe right. Then he felt bad about leaving the bedroom door open, so he snuck out, closed it, and ran to the bathroom as fast as he could.

[KOCHI-KOCHI]

Taxi woke up groggily, rubbing at his eyes, yawning, stretching an arm over himself and feeling- And feeling nothing there. That was odd, there had been a body there, or atleast, he had left one there. Waitwait, right, it was a human, so it was already awake houuurrsss ago and was probably eating food or whatever the hell it was humand did. What time was it? Green eyes floated over to a clock, focusing his eyes on the red light. Pretty early for him to be up, the sun must be starting to set faster with the changing season.

He rolled out of the bed, scratching at his hip as he went to go and check his hair in the bathroom mirror. Perfectly working fingers wrapped around the handle and went to turn it. But it didn't turn. He heard something stopping it, the lock. A frown and a pout. No sound of the shower and a look back confirmed that the others clothes were still there so he wasn't changing-

Wait, what? If his clothes were still on the chair, then that meant Gabri was in there practically nude and-

Head swarmed for a moment before he broke out into a grin, holding in his laughter. Gabri must have thought something that happened, or, or, Taxi didn't even know. But the notion was fucking hilarious to him. Fist pounded on the door twice, leaning his forehead against it. "What are you doing in there, Mausi? Are you coming out?" He managed to keep his amusement out of his voice, not wanting to laugh at him lest he hurt his feelings.

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Gabri had taken a shower a while ago, and now had a bandadge on the back of his head. Thankfully his hair was big enough to cover most of it,, but he had absolutely nothing to do for the long hours he spent in there. Unlike Taxi, he did not share in the habbit of jerking off.

So what did he do all that time?

He read magazines. And the entire time he felt his masculinity dying just a little bit inside. Every time he got to something even remotely scadulous he blushed, including the pictures of half naked women. And fully naked women. And women in general because no real woman looked like this and they existed in dreams and and and... god they really should look like that though because- oh thats bad don't think about women like that-

KNOCCKKK

crap.

"I'M FINE, I'M GOOD. NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT. ALL IS WELL."

[KOCHI-KOCHI]

Ohhh goddddd, he had been in there allll dayyyy, hadn't he? He could just tell from the guys voice. That nervous little holy crap he's finally up voice. Hell, Taxi would think he was doing something raunchy in there with that tone if it weren't for the evidence of clothes which said otherwise. Gabri didn't need to know that Taxi knew.

"Oh? Choking the chicken? Firing off some knuckle children? Five finger shufflin? Jerkin the gerkin? Milking the cow? Spanking the monkey? Stroking the one eyed snake? Walkin the dog? Wax on, Whack off? Going to the palm prom?" Taxi continued his list of profanities, leaning against the door with a giant shit eating grin on his face.

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What chicken, he didn't choak chickens. What in God's name were kunckle children? He didn't have children. Five finger.... what? Gerkin? Who keeps a cow in the bathroom? Or a Monkey? He hated snakes. And dogs too, since the last one he saw tried to kill him. Wax... wax what? This was vegas there were no palm trees.

WHAT DID THIS EVEN MEAN!?

There was silence for a very long time on Gabri's side, but finally there were some shuffling noises and he unlocked he door, opening it and poking his head out. "... what?"