The Backfire

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The day had been long, it felt like it dragged along like walking through sand. The young boy had just gotten off the bus and happily ran inside his home. He called for his parents, but he received no answer in return. He dropped his school bag by the front door, going to search for them through the house.

He didn't find them, but he did find a small note on the counter by the microwave. He picked it up, letting his eyes scan over the words written there.

"Dear Ronan,

Your father and I got calls to go to work tonight, we will be back late into the night. There are leftovers in the fridge, just heat them for a minute or so when you get hungry. Make sure that you do your homework and shower, and go to bed on time! We will come and see you when we get home.

Love, Mom."

The boy, Ronan, smiled a bit to himself. He had the house to himself for the night. Yes! He could do what he wanted while his parents were gone. This was going to be a fun night.

Making quick work of him, the boy grabbed one of the dining room chairs and dragged it over to the counter. He used it to climb onto the counter and open the cabinet. That's where he found the stash he knew would be hiding there. His parents' sweets stash.

He grabbed for the cookies, quickly jumping off the counter with a victory giggle. He ran for the living room, throwing himself on the couch. While stuffing several cookies into his mouth, he reached out and grabbed the remote. Clicking on the TV, picking cartoons, of course, he relaxed against the back of the couch.

About half an hour into his cartoons, the sudden sound of the emergency broadcast alarm caused whatever cookies were left to spill over his lap.

"Come on what the heck," he mumbled under his breath annoyed,

Ronan grumbled as he grabbed the remote. He tried to click through the channels, but each one had the same broadcast on the screen. He guessed he wouldn't be able to avoid it to watch something else.

He sighed and tossed the remote onto the couch beside him, leaning up and staring at the tv. It was telling everyone around to pay attention and listen, to lock your doors and windows. But it wasn't saying anything as to why.

Just then the screen flickered, and popped back on, showing a balding older man, holding a microphone. He was standing in the middle of a two-way street, cars speeding behind him. People seemed to be running this way and that, screaming and pushing each other out of their way. The man's hands seemed to be trembling.

"I've been getting news that crazy people are on the loose. There seems to have been an escape from our local hospital of a mental patient. It is reported that the patient attacked workers of the hospital, ripping the flesh from wherever they could get a hold of it.

It is believed that the man was infected with some sort of disease, for the hospital staff he has come in contact with have also gone crazy. Law enforcement has been called to take care of the problem, but I have been informed that they were attacked as well.

People have gotten word about the attack, and have been trying to rush to their homes as fast as possible, as you can see behind me," he pointed to the mild chaos behind him. "I heard that this is something to not worry about too much, this is just another crazy person trying to cause a problem.

But it has been recommended that you lock yourself in your homes, lock the doors, and your windows. Make sure that you do not leave your homes until further notice. Please stay tuned to the TV, or radio for any further information.

Thank you this has been Daniel Campbell with the Channel Five news broadcasting system."

The broadcast didn't end as the man wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, letting out a shaky hand. His mouth started moving with words that couldn't be heard, he seemed to be talking to the person behind the camera.

His head suddenly shot to the side, as he stepped back in defense. He raised his hands in front of his chest, before another person slammed into him, knocking him to the ground. The camera shifted slightly, rocking side to side like it had been hit.

A man, who could be assumed as the cameraman ran out, grabbing at the person who had tackled the news speaker. He pulled on their clothes, trying to remove them, but they weren't budging from where they were.

Suddenly then another body suddenly slammed into the cameraman, knocking him back into the camera. It tumbled to the ground, the lense cracking, showing a broken sky.

The screen went black once more, before showing the emergency broadcast once again.

Ronan stared with his mouth wide open, confused about what the hell had just happened. What the hell was going on?
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Jude fell asleep rather quickly, his body having been completely exhausted from walking all day. He curled in on himself under the sleeping bag, trying to seek his own body heat from the cold air. His sleep wasn’t nice, the constant tossing and turning, waking up for a few minutes from the cold. It was one of the worst sleeps he’s had in a long while. But it was enough to get him through the day. After four hours, he slowly leaned up the bag sliding off of his upper body. His shoulder-length black hair was a mess, sticking up in every direction as he blinked slowly. His body felt exhausted still, his muscles even more sore than they had been before.

Slowly he climbed out, stretching his arms above his head. He made his way over to Jed, waving his arm around to get his attention. Once he was looked at he gestured for the male to get some sleep now, and that he would take over for the rest of the night. Once Jed had settled himself, he walked over grabbing his pistol from where it was resting on his backpack. He paced around the “camp” looking out for any human, or possible infected that could cause them harm.

About two hours into his patrol Jude sat down on the sandy ground, groaning softly as he placed his head in his hand. His mind started drifting towards other things as if they were really going to find the man he was looking for. If they were even going to live long to see that man again. Sure both of them knew what they were doing by now, they could hold their own. Again infected. Humans were a different matter entirely.

As he started drifting off, his brain trying to get him to get some more sleep, he heard something behind him. Just as his head shot up from where it was resting in his hand, once he turned it the butt of a gun connected to the side of his head knocking him to the ground. He huffed as the air seemed to be pressed out of his lungs from the impact onto the hard ground. He tried scrambling up, his vision spinning from the hit, but the same gun was pressed against his forehead. Another man had walked up from the side, holding a pistol in his hand. He walked straight up to Jed sleeping in his makeshift hammock, putting the gun in his face.

“Get up fucker,” the man growled loudly to the sleeping male. Jude squirmed around on the ground, earning the gun to be pressed harder against his skin. His body was itching to throw itself in front of Jed to protect him, but he wouldn’t be getting far himself without earning a bullet to either the brain or his back.

Subject: Re: The Backfire Tue Apr 25, 2023 7:35 pm

Jed kept watch for as long as he could before seeing Jude get up to take over. He gave him a double thumbs up and flopped into the hammock, sleeping on his stomach with a knife underneath him just in case.

He fell asleep pretty quickly and dreamed about his sister and the day he lost her. He frowned in his sleep, muttering a lot as Jude kept watch. He muttered more and fidgeted in his sleep before slowly waking up at one point. He groaned and rubbed his eyes but stayed on his stomach.

He was about to get up when he saw someone walk over to Jude and knock him in the head. He kept still and watched the scene unfold. He heard another person approach and waited for the other to get close enough before quickly sitting up and knocked the gun out of his hands and stabbed his knife into the person's throat. He pulled it out and threw the blade at the other one holding Jude at gun point. It hit the guys shoulder, causing him to drop the gun as he jumped off the hammock to tackle him to the ground.

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Jude would never admit it, but he was scared out of his mind. The angry eyes of the man above him was boring into his soul, threatening death at the slightest movement. He didn’t hear them come up at all. Sure he had been falling asleep, but normally would be able to hear a person when they were moving around. His mind kept wandering over to Jed, hoping the man would be alright without his help. It was his fault, he should have been paying attention.

He tried to roll away, kicking out his foot aiming to knock the gun away. But his ankle was caught in a strong grip, and his body was twisted around. He grunted as he was slammed onto the ground, his face being pressed into the sand by the man’s large hand. He could feel the cold metal of the gun pressed against the back of his head, a growl bubbling up from his chest. When he was expecting a bullet, he got nothing instead. The sound of someone choking on liquid filled his ears, followed by a thud. Oh god! Did they kill Jed? Anxiety was eating him inside as he just hoped he was wrong.

But then the weight was lifted off the back of his head, accompanied with a loud scream of pain. He jerked to the side, rolling away gasping for breath. The man who had a gun to Jed was bed on the ground, blood soaking and pooling into the grains of sand. While the one who had pinned him down was holding his shoulder, a large knife between his fingers. His black eyes darted towards Jed, the relief threatening to take his breath away when he saw he was alright. Slowly he managed to get to his feet, his legs were shaking with adrenaline, his chest heaving.

But before he could run towards Jed, he was grabbed by his hair. The man’s fat fingers dug into his scalp, pulling him back hard. His back met a hard chest, and the knife that was once in the man’s shoulder was pressed against his neck. The man had an angry scowl on his face, his face splattered with blood as he narrowed his eyes at Jed. “What the hell are you two doing here!? This is our land! Outsiders are not permitted to be here without proper consent,” he growled right neck to Jude’s ear. “Those military fucks sent you here didn’t they? State your business, and quickly! Or else this boys throat will be soaked into the ground.”

To add more of a threat to his words he pressed the knife closer to Jude’s neck, the blade biting slightly into his skin. It was obvious this man was pissed. His friend had been killed, and now his arm was completely useless. “And don’t even think about reaching for a gun, your friend will be dead by the time you even touch the metal.” Jude’s face was neutral, neither fear nor anxiety was showing. He trusted Jed would save him, or at the very least get the man to let him go. Since he couldn’t talk his own way out of this.

Subject: Re: The Backfire Tue Apr 25, 2023 9:05 pm

Jed grunted when he was shoved off the intruder before he could get a few punches in. He landed on his ass and glared at him. He thought it was strange how calm Jude was but he wasn't going to let that deter him from making sure he was safe. "We're not here from the army." He spat, slowly raising his hands as he studied the man. He saw the now limp left arm that was hanging by his side and smirked a bit. "We didn't know that we had to have permission to pass through the wastelands." He said, shifting his weight to his knees.

"I didn't see any type of signage or anything like that around here. If you don't want people coming in, maybe make it a bit clearer." He said, focusing on the blood seeping from the man's arm wound. He focused on the blood, his eyes going completely silver now. The air around them started to feel even colder than normal.

The man holding Jude would start to feel his blood getting colder and his joints seize up as Jed slowly got to his face. "Something wrong?" He asked, walking closer and gently took the knife from his hand. "You seem to have froze up..." He said, turning the knife in his hand to grip it tightly in his hand. He grabbed the man's arm with his other hand and forced it open to let Jude go which would cause him immense pain.

He turned to Jude, his eyes still blazing silver. "Is this the man that murdered your parents?" He asked, looking back at the man that seemed to be frozen in place.

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“I wouldn’t be such a smart-ass kid, especially not when I have your friend at the edge of the knife,” the man hissed out. But as he tried to press the knife closer to Jude’s neck he noticed that he couldn’t move anymore. “What the hell!?” He screamed trying to shake around his body. It felt like his blood had frozen over, yet he was still alive. He screamed out when his arm was moved, feeling like it was being ripped from his body. “What the hell did you do to me you fucking freak?! Did you position the knife?!” He yelled, beyond pissed off.

Jude stumbled away from the man, throwing a pale hand against his neck where a thin line of blood was seeping out. Was the blade really poisoned? Was he going to freeze up like the man was? Jude swallowed as he thought about it, fewer shooting through his brain. But he didn’t get very far into his thoughts before Jed was asking him a question. He turned his gaze back over to the man, his eyes flicking over his face as he tried to see him in the low light of the night. Slowly Jude began to shake his head.

No this wasn’t the man who killed his parents, though he wished it was. This was some other random man, who was out for blood. He tugged gently onto Jed’s arm, giving him a look that said -Just get it over with, please. - Jude just wanted to either go back to sleep or now that the both of them were awake, keep moving. Though the thoughts of what the hell just happened kept running in his mind. Was the knife poisoned, or was there something weird about Jed that he had no idea about?

But that wouldn't be possible. A human couldn't freeze another human...could they?

Subject: Re: The Backfire Tue Apr 25, 2023 10:56 pm

Jed's eyes slid back to the man in front of him when he got the answer. "Don't worry it's not poisoned..." He said, his voice low with a slight growl. He plunged his knife into the man's shoulder again and twisted it. "You're just frozen... That's all." He said before grabbing his fingers and started to peel them back. He grinned as he heard the man scream in agony. The air around Jed now extremely cold, some wind starting to pick up as well. He started to lose himself a bit as he basically tortured this man for fun? He didn't know why he was doing it, he just enjoyed it too much to stop. He was going to move onto the next hand before his eyes flicked over to Jude.

Shit! I forgot about him... He thought before looking back at the man. He yanked his knife out of his shoulder before cutting his throat. The body didn't fall and the blood didn't spurt out because of the man being frozen. He grabbed him and pulled the body out of the oasis and moved the other body out as well. Once he was done, he turned back to Jude.

"I-... I'm sorry. You shouldn't of seen that..." He said, running a bloody hand through his hair. His eyes went back to blue as he barely looked him in the eyes. "I-..." He said before turning away and put some distance between them, really not knowing what to say.

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Jude watched Jed as he practically tortured the man, his dark eyes going wide. This was a completely different personality than he was used to seeing from the male. Sure he would be a jerk, bossing him around when he “messed up” but not once had he ever seen him just attack someone the way he was doing now. Breaking the man's fingers, seemingly to relish in his screams of agony. He took a couple of steps when Jed looked towards him, almost like had forgotten he was there. Was he really into torturing the man so that he would forget what was going on around him?

Standing off to the side, Jude watched him as he took care of the bodies, hiding them away from the camp and from view. It was a smart thing to do, just in case someone came by when they left. They would know other people were here when they saw two dead bodies of their men with knife wounds in their necks. He swallowed when Jed returned to their little “camp.” He frowned as he watch him freak about Jude having to see him go mildly crazy. Though it wasn’t the first time he had seen something like that. This was the end of the world, after all, people always lost their minds these days.

Jude chased after him, grabbing him around the wrist. Without really giving Jed a chance to say another word he spun the male around to face Jude. He wrapped his arms tightly around him, burying his face into his chest. He closed his eyes tightly as he held him close. It was his way of saying it was all okay, that he didn’t see him any different. Rather, he was thankful he had done what he did. He saved his life. The whole time Jude was in the man's grip, even though his face had been passive he had been absolutely terrified that he was going to die.

Pressing his face harder into Jed’s chest, Jude began to nuzzle against him. He really felt like a child at this moment, but right now he didn’t care. It was obvious the male needed comfort, and he was willing to provide it.

Subject: Re: The Backfire Wed Apr 26, 2023 12:45 am

Jed 'froze up' (haha) when he was grabbed, spun and hugged. "What the fuck...?" He sputtered when he was hugged even tighter. He didn't expect Jude to do something like this when everything just happened had happened. He wasn't expecting love? Comfort? He didn't know but slowly he hugged him back, a tear sliding down his cheek onto Jude's head.

He hugged him back tightly for a couple minutes before letting go and stepping back. "We should probably get out of here. We don't know if back up will show up if they don't come back soon." He said as he wiped a tear away. He walked over to his stuff and started packing everything up.

"Thanks. I really appreciate it." He said, stopping what he was doing to look back at him and smiled. He went back to packing his shit up and pulled his pants and boots back on.

"We'll have to find somewhere more discreet to camp for the rest of the night." He said, suddenly looking very tired now.

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No matter how he acted, Jude didn’t hate Jed. Sure he was frustrated with him most of the time, as he hated being told what to do. But he didn’t hate him. A part of him felt protective of the male, someone had finally gotten close to him. Someone was finally willing to be there for him, and he wasn’t about to let it go now. Jude would rather die than let Jed get hurt, and he wouldn’t be scared knowing that Jed would be fine. He leaned into the hug, burying his face harder into the male's chest when he felt himself being hugged back. He had expected to be shoved away, to be told to go away. But that wasn’t the case.

When they separated Jude watched him closely, watching as he retreated. He soon followed his lead picking up his things, making sure he had everything. He kept the gun clutched tightly in his hand, slipping his knife into the pocket on the side of his pants. Now that he knew there were people out here wandering around, he wasn’t going to move around empty handed. Once they started moving once more, the teenager turned his dark eyes towards the male, tilting his head to the side.

So uh, Jed. Are you going to tell me what was going on back there or are you going to keep that a secret? Jude signed to him, his fingers and hands moving around clumsily a frown on his features. He was curious as to what the hell just happened. The man froze like some sort of statue, and Jed seemed to be losing his mind. It wasn’t like he was scared, if he was going to die then he would die. End of discussion. But he would still like to know what happened.

Subject: Re: The Backfire Mon May 01, 2023 10:00 pm

Jed was walking through the sands, trying to get a lay of the land as his thoughts were scattered to the wind like the sand they walked through. He was trying to recover from his little insane spiral he went into as well as the comfort he was given after basically torturing the man in front of Jude. Why did he hug him instead of shunning him or turning away screaming. Or as much as Jude could scream. He sighed before rubbing his temple, the air a little colder around him.

He was a war of emotions and confusion in his head which made the air around him fluctuate around him. He bit his lip, staring at the ground when he noticed Jude was trying to talk to him. He read his hands before sucking his teeth and looked away, rubbing his hand. "Ah yes that... I kinda forgot about that..." He mumbled, blushing slightly from embarassment. "Yeah I have ice powers..." He muttered, looking down. "You've probably already noticed how my eyes change colour when I use them and also how I didn't sweat at all during the day out here. I don't really want to get into how I got them right now but it was a pretty traumatic event..." He said, looking down at his boots again.

"I froze that guy's blood which in turn stopped him from moving so that's what happened back there." He said, looking back up at Jude. "It kinda exhausts me a bit after using them like that so it's not a constant thing I can use." He said. "I don't know what the extent of them is but it keeps me pretty cold all the time and the only visual thing it changes is my eyes." He said. "Has that satisfied your curiosity for now?" He asked with a small smile