vicwithacam: (once upon a time)
The night air was cold as it pierced through the mirrors jacket, digging into his skin like small needles as he walked along the narrow alleyway towards Jay’s and his hotel room. After nearly a full month out of the mirror world to make sure Jay was safe Alex had become accustomed to the regular world and the sometimes scary moments one can be in. Being out in the middle of the night in a shady neighborhood had been one of the moments he had assumed he had been ready for- after all Alex had seen his fair share of scary movies, knew how to handle a situation if one were to arise. That’s why he had found it so hilarious when Jay asked him to stay in and wait for morning before going out into the neighborhood to get groceries, but Alex couldn’t help but laugh and tell him that Jay’s growling stomach was telling him different.
He had worn Jay’s brown jacket, the one that had been given to him many years ago from Alex’s own regular when they hadn’t been paranoid of everyone and thing. It was worn yet warm; it smelled like Jay which also brought the mirror more comfort than he would have admitted. Jay had given him a strange look when Alex had asked to wear it; after all Alex was more of the type who wanted to wear such bright colors to catch the attention of others instead of something so ugly and dull. The only two bright things on his body were a scarf that had been knitted years ago by Jay’s mirror, a young man who had made him the scarf as a Christmas gift and a silk peach colored ribbon he tied to his arm that had been given to him from Jay for his birthday. Both gifts he loved and cherished more than anything he had brought over to the world he was now staying in.
Alex walked out of the alleyway with a smile on his face as he walked towards the parking lot a crossed the street of the hotel where Jay was waiting for him. They would see him walk into the room and Jay would smile slightly as he got up from the bed or the desk, close his laptop, before walking over to him and hugging him tightly welcoming him back. It was something that Jay was still getting used to, being so caring and able to hug someone without getting nervous but the month Alex had been there had done wonders on Jay’s mood and actions. He seldom hid anything anymore and when he did it was because he had a good reason to do it instead of just the excuse that he believed he would be thought of as crazy. The hotel would be warm and welcoming, the heater would buzz softly in the background as Jay uploaded the latest entry as he talked about Tim helping him now and making him feel like he wasn’t as crazy as he believed just months before. Oh how Alex was so happy that Tim was actually helping Jay instead of attempting to fight with him 24 hours like he had weeks before.
He stopped at the front door to his phone ringing, he picked it up happily and leaned against the wall as he listened to Jay’s voice asking him if he was ok. Oh how Jay worried, it was absolutely adorable.
“Yeah, babe, I’m totally fine. I’m right outside the hotel building ok? I’ll be in our room in a sec.” he closed the phone happily and stuffed it back in his tight skinny jean pocket before leaning down and grabbing the bags once again to take up to his boyfriend. He walked into the dumpy lobby and looked around a moment to make sure there was no one suspicious looking to hurt either him or follow him up to their room and hurt Jay as well. The coast appeared to be clear so Alex smiled happily and headed for the stairs.
Normally Jay wanted to get a room downstairs; it was always easier to run out of the hotel that way in case the thing that followed them showed up again. But as time with the mirror continued on Jay became more and more comfortable staying up on the different floors and found, to his surprise, that he had asked for a room on the fourth floor instead of the first. The rooms up there were much nicer than the ones below, but the climb up to it definitely wasn’t, if only the elevator wasn’t out of service Alex would be in the room right now getting it on with his boyfriend.
Alex went up the concrete steps, listening to the footsteps echo up and down the stairwell as he slowly made his way towards the floor he longed to be before he heard a door up ahead open and footsteps heading down. That wouldn’t be a problem, Alex thought as he stepped to the side to give the other person room. A man appeared on the steps in front of him; their brown eyes looked down at the groceries in Alex’s hand and the money that was slipping out of their pockets as the mirror said a soft hello towards them attempting to be friendly before trying to slip past them. The man scooted in front of him once again, blocking his path before pulling a gun out, his hand shaking as he held it towards Alex’s chest.
“G-Give me your wallet.” The man said shakily, Alex’s eyes widened a fraction before nodding a bit and slowly moving to set the groceries down so he could take out his hello kitty wallet that was in his back pocket. He moved his hands out cautiously and grabbed out his wallet trying not to shake as the man yelled at him to hurry up and give him the money.
Another door swung open and someone let out a scream when they noticed someone being robbed causing the man to pull the trigger, firing a single shot. Alex stared wide eyed as he felt pain in his stomach, putting his hand on the wound a moment in disbelief before pulling back and noticing the blood coming up with it. The man took the wallet and ran down the stairs hurriedly as Alex fell to the floor holding his side in pain as blood began to puddle around him. His last thought was worrying about Jay being upset that he got his beloved jacket dirty and never seeing that smile ever again. Jay would be alone without anyone caring for him like the mirror had. He started to cry as he heard the doors open and his name being screamed by the man he loved.
“Alex?!”
“Goodbye Jay, be good for me babe.”

July 2014

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