castleinthemist | 02

Heero was hunched over a table, a dissembled pistol lay in pieces on top of the table in the common area. There wasn't much light to work by, given the time of day he was working, but he knew the mechanics of a gun like the back of his hand. Fixing the jam would be no problem and it needed a good cleaning anyway.

It had been days since the last time Heero had slept. With the nightmares and things everyone were experiencing, he wasn't going to take a chance and be forced to go through the same. Nightmares drawn up from memories were the last thing he wanted to experience, especially since he was now sharing a room with two other people. For the time being he flat out refused to sleep, using every bit of his training to stay awake and finding things to do. Exploring, tinkering with a pistol, training, and other things. However, it was getting to the point that pretty soon he was going to have to nod off for a bit. He couldn't keep going at this rate.

Occasionally he stopped, lifting his head and looking around the common room for other people. After being attacked and having Duo nearly try to kill him, he was on a heightened guard. No one was awake, but that didn't mean the shadows wouldn't come back for him. Hell, maybe his attacker would like to go for a second try with him.

((ooc: It's the middle of the night and Heero is busy maintaining a weapon. Feel free to sit with and bother him.))

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When the shadow had him in the air, Heero fought harder with the torch. Did anything work against these things? Unfortunately he hadn't gotten a metal weapon yet, so he was just stuck with a torch and a seemingly useless gun.

Said usless gun was whipped out again and fired point blank into the shadow creature.

Harth watched, eyes widening for a moment as the shadow beast reached for it's face, grasping it as it dropped Heero. He sneered at that, heading back down towards the stairs. Leave Heero to his own devices.

Heero hadn't expected that to work, but now he had a way of getting those things off of him. Landing on the ground with a grunt, he looked up to see the shadow grapsing it's face like there was something to injure.

As quick as he could, he picked himself off the ground and headed for the stairs again.

The shadows would give chase after him, but once he made it to the long room, they slowed, crowding at the door before dispersing again. A narrow escape, Heero, but it won't last long.

Harth was down by the second set of stairs, watching Heero as he entered. He flopped down and held his head, breathing hoarsely like he was hyperventilating.

He had asthma when he was young, he could fake it. It would only reinforce the sense of helplessness, he imagined.

Looking back up at the doorway, he watched as the shadows dispersed. Couldn't bother chasing him anymore, could they? He made his way down the rest of the stairs and noticed Harth crouched down by the second set, looking pretty bad.

Heero knelt down beside Harth, watching Harth as the boy appeared to be struggling to breathe. Hyperventilation? For someone who appeared as weak as Harth, probably. He put a hand on his back, making a small, gentle rubbing motion.

"They're gone. Relax."

He shook and trembled, struggling to take in a breath, but after several minutes he started coming down. Though he knew Heero would beable to detect his failure to have a heartbeat. He'd long since come up with a suitable explanation for that, even before he came here should he have to interact with any humans.

"Aah. Ah. S-Sorry." He gasped. No inhaler, no nothing. He gasped in another breath.

It was fairly obvious too. With all that running and the hyperventilation, Harth's heart should have been racing. When Heero placed his hand on the boy's back, he felt nothing.

Pulling his hand away, he stood up and took a step back. That wasn't right. Harth looked clearly humanoid, so he should of had something like a heart. Everyone besides the vocaloids (that he knew of) had hearts. Why didn't Harth?

"You don't have a heart beat."

"N-noticed." He said curtly, taking in another breath, filling his dead lungs with air and exhaling. He'd taken to a habit of breathing regardless of whether he needed to since he'd arrived here. Made him look normal.

"It's droid. Robotic. Doesn't beat, just works." He said, shaking his head and standing up with a wobble.

"Been messed since I was a kid." He whips a hand on his face, still breathing shakily, even falling back down to the steps.

"This..." he paused. "This place. I can't be here."

That certainly explained it, even if it was a little hard to believe. Droid hearts didn't exist in his world, but his mentor had been nearly mechanical, so it wasn't too far of a stretch. He'd just have to accept it for now. Besides, Harth was pretty convincing at being frail.

"No, you shouldn't."

Without saying anything else, he slipped an arm under Harth's and helped him to his feet. "I'll help you back to your room."

He stood up with Heero's help, turning his eyes to Heero and then arching his head back to look at where they'd come from.

"Don't know if they'll let us go that easy. Think it takes effort to make those portals?" Effort and energy. Didn't seem like they'd put it to waste.

"We're not going to find out." It was fortunate that they hadn't continued on downstairs. Heero considered himself lucky for getting away from them. He wasn't going to push it.

Helping hold up Harth's weight, he started them back towards the common room before they could head to the rest of the rooms.

No they weren't. Harth was very light, probably just under Heero's weight at 15. Not a surprise considering how skinny he was. How nerdy he looked. He walked with Heero with a slight stumble, leaning agianst the common room table once they'd arrived.

"It was toy, going in at night. Sorry. Shoulda thought that through." He shook his head, bringing in a deep breath, starting to calm down now it seems. He cast his sharp eyes on Heero briefly, then turns his head down again.

It wasn't at all surprising to him. All it did was add to the list of things that made Harth seem all the more fragile.

He helped him settle at the common room table before he took a seat next to him. There was no way he could leave Harth alone here, not with those shadows. For all he knew they could be coming for him.

"You're lucky I followed you."

Not for his protection of course. Heero suspected something of Harth, but he wasn't sure what. After everything tonight, that feeling was dampened a little.

"I am." He pauses for a while, nodding to him. "Thanks."

He was after a meal, but this worked. He needed a little cover, and he could still bide some time on his hunger for a few more days. No problem.

"Sorry, Heero." He stood with a slight wobble like before, pushing his glasses frames up his face.

"Don't apologize."

Heero slipped his arm around Harth again, supporting him. Time to get him to his room.

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