Disconnected - Godric

"You cannot trust him. He is dangerous. He needs to be killed. I trust you. Do you trust me?" His voice was so clear in his head. His words going on in a loop. He just knew he had to. He had to kill Jaxson. Everything was going to be better, if he just killed him. He was in conflict. He didn't trust Jaxson anymore. He truly believed he was dangerous, that he would hurt somebody if he wasn't killed. But at the same time, he loved him. He loved Jaxson so much the thought of hurting him made him ache all over. He just couldn't. He had to avoid him. Ezra just walked around. He had the whole day, ignoring Jaxson if he tried to get in contact.

As he walked, he could feel the hard object swing against his side every time he took a step. The gun was hidden in his pocket. He had chosen to no touch it. if he touched it, it would be real. He felt restless. He felt like he had to do this, or else he would never find peace. He would keep wandering forever. Either that, or he had to kill Jaxson. He stopped in the middle of the street when he saw Jaxson further along. He just started following him. He couldn't even stop himself. He had to stop. Just stop. Stop. He continued walking.

Outfit

There was something off about this evening. It felt like Godric's next target might be on to him, even though he'd made no direct moves against the man. On surveillance, nothing more and nothing less, but there was still something... Off.. So he'd decided to take a walk this night, strolling down the streets with an umbrella over his head because rain just sucked. There were no shops open really, but he had considered going to the mall. And after re-considering, had chosen not to. He just wandered aimlessly until he figured it was now time to go home. Find the car. Go home. There really was nothing to do to stop the off-putting feeling in his guts, other than keeping a sharp eye on his surroundings, going so far as to twitch slightly to the left when someone walked by on his right.

Normally Godric was a very clear-headed man but tonight he was being extra careful, to the point of being actually paranoid. And it messed with his brain so much he hadn't even noticed a guy following him at all. He was more focused on people in front of him and the buildings. The alleys.
He even decided to take a short-cut through one of those alleys, just because he felt very exposed out here on the streets. Find car. Get. Home. It really was a terrible gut-feeling.
He did take precautions before entering the alley, looking in before actually going in. What he missed doing - again - was looking behind himself.

Ezra was so focused on that voice, the voice of the beautiful man. He didn't even notice that the scent wasn't Jaxson's or that the person in front of him had a heart beat. He just followed him with some distance to not scare him off. He was not a killer. He had never ever had the intention of killing anyone. But he could. So easily. So the gun really was uneccessary, but the beautiful man hadn't know that. He didn't know how much easier this could have gone. The alley. Inside the alley it would happen and all this would be over. He stopped not far from him and pulled forward the gun. He cocked it back and made it ready to shoot.
His hand was trembling as he pointed the gun at him. He used the other hand to steady his hold. He looked at the man in front of him. His target. His boyfriend. He pressed the trigger and saw the bullet move through the air towards him. Not as accurate as it could have been. He dropped the gun and took a step back. "No..." He couldn't believe what has just happened. What he had just done. He lept through the alley to get to his side. "No, no. Please no."

Godric stopped immediately as the sound of a gun went off. Not just a gun, but one with a silencer, as he knew exactly what they sounded like. He had, after all, used pistols like those too many times to count.
Then there was a numb feeling right in his chest-area, after it felt like a pebble had gone through him. It didn't hurt at first and he looked down at himself, surprised. He'd been stabbed before, just once or twice, never in the chest, instead in his arms or in the leg. This he'd never experienced, which was quite the interesting fact considering he was old as hell. The sound of a man's voice reached his ears along with the sound of the gun being dropped to the pavement. It was as if all his senses were on overdrive as he slowly put a hand to his chest.

And then the burning sensation came. The bullet had torn right through him so when he looked at his hand it was bloody. And it was very painful. Painful enough for his legs to get wobbly all of a sudden. They started giving up around the same time that the man who'd just spoken reached his side. He fell to his knees with a surprised "Oh.." and then he immediately grabbed the jacket of the man standing next to him, curious as to why he would do such a thing. Maybe also slighty angered. It hurt too much for him to figure out what was what. "Why would you go and do such a thing?" the color was already draining from his face and he started having trouble breathing. Why he didn't know, because everything was getting very chaotic in his mind. He released his grip on the person before falling completely to the ground with a groan of pain. It was as if his body just started to shut down.

Ezra was shaking. He was so confused about his own actions. Even if he hated someone, he would never wish them dead, far less attempt to kill them himself. And certainly not Jaxson. He looked at him as he fell to his knees, grabbing his jacket. He looked at him with pure panic in his eyes and then just sat down with him. "I... I..." He couldn't even form a sentence from the shock moving through his body. He watched how he was growing paler before his very eyes. He had to do something. He was going to die, wasn't he? He had killed him. He shook his head in panic when he fell backwards to the ground.

He leaned forward and grabbed his head to kiss him harshly and with no tenderness. It wasn't romantic. It was just to take his pain, to heal him. He pulled back and breathed in deep and unsteadily as he scooted away from the man just a little. He knew now it wasn't Jax. He could hear the heartbeat. "I'm sorry.." He didn't even care about the pain in his chest, how it was both bleeding and hurting like hell. He hid his head in his hands and tried to ignore not just the physical pain, but also the mental. He could have killed somebody. He almost did. He stood up and took a few unsteady steps. The angel shouldn't feel any physical pain from the shooting. He hadn't thought to think about the possible mental damage.

As Godric lay there, twitching slightly from the pain he could see the other guy falling to the ground with him almost in sync. There was something weird at play here, but he didn't think much about it. He was too busy trying to breathe, which was proving to become harder and harder by the second. He did however, have enough coherency, to put pressure on the wound to keep more blood from pouring out of his body. It made his hands all bloody, but he didn't care. He didn't exactly feel like dying today after all!
He could taste the blood in his mouth but before he had time to cough it out, the younger man in front of him did something completely unexpected. The panic was still very evident in those eyes and the kiss projected that as well, but at the same time.. The wound sealed itself? How was that even possible?! Even all the excrutiating pain left his body as if it got dragged out of him and suddenly he could breathe and move and there was no pain left at all. He did feel tired though. Both physically and mentally.

As Godric looked at the other man he was about to ask where the hell that came from. But the man apologized before he could say anything at all. What... Was going going!?
Godric slowly sat up, feeling sticky under his clothes from the blood. He cringed at it for a bit before getting to his feet, stumbling slightly. "Why? What the hell?" Godric was the type of man to never seem surprised. But this surprised him. A lot. He yanked off his beige colored jacket and left it on the ground before moving out in front of the younger man, collecting the pistol in the process. He was going to get a fucking explanation. "Who are you?" he didn't point the gun at the other guy. Yet.

Ezra didn't understand this feeling. It was like he was being pulled in several different directions and just attempting to keep himself grounded, to not be split apart from everything pulling at him. He could barely take time to worry much about the man now that he had been healed. He was still feeling like he needed to kill him. He had to get away from him. He wiped his lips to rid himself of the blood that had been transfered from the wounded angel.

He looked at him when he got to his feet. "I thought you were... No... No." He didn't make any sense. He was just so confused and out of it. He didn't understand these feelings, his impulse to kill Jaxson. And he was even beginning with the fact that this person looked just like him. "I'm just... Ezra." He put his hands on his head, freaking out. "I have to... I can't stay..." He moved towards him, but almost tumbled on the way. He put a hand to his chest and saw the blood on his fingertips. He couldn't stay here. He moved further towards him, not worrying that he had a gun. He couldn't worry about that right now.

Godric looked down at the gun, smeared with blood from his own hand while the younger man attempted to explain himself. It made no sense at all, the guy was babbling, and Godric really was having none of it by now. He should have restrained the confused man, but instead he came to terms with the fact that he would get nothing out of him. But maybe he could trace this gun? If the serial number was still there, which he could not see right now as it was covered in sticky angel-blood.

His shocked expression turned into the usual cold, calm demeanor again as he looked up at the man who was stumbling towards him. As caught the man by his shoulder, looking into his eyes with a stare that was quite threatening. "I'll let this one slide, because you're clearly confused. If it happens again..." he felt he didn't need to go into details. Instead he released the man, letting him go on his way, even though he clearly seemed very affected after the healing he'd just done. Godric just didn't care. He was way too focused on two things: The gun. And his wounded pride after what had just happened. He got out of this "Ezra" person's way, almost making a hand gesture towards the street, his expression still cold as ice. As long as the man was here, he would be a stone wall. Nothing more, nothing less.