Author: techiehux

“P-please! Don’t h-hurt me, I’ll, I’ll do anyth-thing!”

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the-knightof-ren:

Kylo looked down at the man, he sneered a bit. He knelt down to his level and gave a small smirk “Anything? You mean that do you? What do you have to offer me, pathetic man?” he held his hair to make him look at him in the eyes. 

Techie, meanwhile, had been awkwardly sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for Ren to return. He didn’t know how to return from here to his room, and to leave silently, without any parting words, felt… wrong.

So when Ren burst in, Techie jumped off the bed and went to him, crouched by his side while Ren spat up dark red blood.

He was thrown off by this sudden dramatic entrance but calmly held Ren’s hair back and then, once he’d stopped spitting up, smoothed his dark strands back soothingly. “Um, Kylo? What happened? Are you a-alright?”

And then he added, a little frustrated, “How can I just s-sit back and pretend this never happened? You helped me, so it’s my turn to help *you* now, Kylo.”

His cheeks turned rosy when calling Ren by his first name. The level of intimacy it implied between them was strange, but Techie supposed he owed him that, at least. And so much more too.

Sarah was quick to run to techies room, but opened the door and shit it quietly, having lots of experience being in hospitals, though usually she was the one in the hospital bed. She started to cry the moment she saw techie. Part out of relish, another out of sadness. She sat by his bedside, holding his hand. “Oh techie, I-Im so sorry. I knew I should’ve gone after you. This is all my fault. I let you go alone, I could’ve protected you.” She started sobbing lightly, trying not to wake him up.

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He stirred a little and then, slowly, *painfully* slow, he opened his good eye. The left one was removed from its socket completely, only a gaping hole left. “Sarah,” he whispered, voice rough from disuse. He didn’t even have the presence of mind to register the ever-present fear that followed him around like a dark cloud; his stutter was momentarily gone.

It hurt to move his mouth even the littlest bit, what with all the deep scratches over his face. “Hi,” he smiled, though it came out as more of a grimace than anything else.

“I’m s-scared of being used again,” Techie says, looking down and away from her gaze. “I can’t let people d-do this to m-me again, okay? Even if it’s y-you.”

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therosiesweetheart-archived-dea:

“ No one is here to use you. I just need some answers, alright?”

This man was a shaky nervous mess before her.

Across from him, she sits in the interrogation room. File in hand, skimming over what little detail she’s gathered on his character. Apart of some organized crime it seemed..

When he came in here, Rosie anticipated on having to rough someone up. She was hoping on it, with the long day she was having. She needed a good fight. But to see this man- no..this boy be the one to show up led to the Angel having to calm down . In fact, looking at him made her feel sorry for the poor kid, and she had to be gentle. Her voice is soft, cautious, and easy as she eyes him and continues.

“..it says here your name is ‘Techie’, that right? Is that your real name?”

He lets out a relieved sigh. This is safe, secure territory. He knows this subject like the back of his hand. Techie stares resolutely at his short, shorn nails and spits out his job description like a machine gun. Better get it over with.

“S-surveil-llance, h-hacking, and systems s-specialist. Maintenance t-too. I’m the eyes a-and ears of Peach Trees. All the tech s-st-stuff you come to me f-for.”

After a pause, “Er, I, uh, I *was* all th-this stuff. Sometimes I w-worked directly w-with MaMa. Most often when all the o-other techs were-” Techie clamps his mouth shut. He doesn’t want to tell her about what happened to his friends. It would feel too much like a betrayal of their final moments.

With startling clarity, it dawns on Techie that he could be disposed of if he doesn’t give the cops anything good to work with. They’ll drop him off on the streets again and some other gang will snap him up.

His eyes shoot up to meet Rosie’s and they’re wide and pleading, message loud and clear: Don’t throw me away.

“P-please! Don’t h-hurt me, I’ll, I’ll do anyth-thing!”

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the-knightof-ren:

Kylo looked down at the man, he sneered a bit. He knelt down to his level and gave a small smirk “Anything? You mean that do you? What do you have to offer me, pathetic man?” he held his hair to make him look at him in the eyes. 

Techie only sighed contentedly and curled himself further into the tangled blankets. He’d spent days with very little sleep and seemed intent on making them up now. Embarrassingly enough, he’d been drooling all over Ren’s pillows.

He opened one eye and gave him a languid, half-asleep smile. “Mmm,” was all he said before promptly dozing off again. He would definitely still be there when Ren returned.

“P-please! Don’t h-hurt me, I’ll, I’ll do anyth-thing!”

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the-knightof-ren:

Kylo looked down at the man, he sneered a bit. He knelt down to his level and gave a small smirk “Anything? You mean that do you? What do you have to offer me, pathetic man?” he held his hair to make him look at him in the eyes. 

With a start Techie felt like something was missing; but he felt so much *lighter* and *good*. He’d gotten so used to fear and loathing coexisting with him that it felt downright ODD to be without them. It was a damn good feeling though.

All the negative emotions were muted and distant, something out of a blurred nightmare you could hardly recall. Even so, his newfound lightness couldn’t stop his eyelids from feeling heavy with exhaustion. The process had drained them both.

Techie sank back down on the bed next to Ren and breathed slowly, evenly, until he fell asleep cuddled into Ren’s side.

“P-please! Don’t h-hurt me, I’ll, I’ll do anyth-thing!”

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the-knightof-ren:

Kylo looked down at the man, he sneered a bit. He knelt down to his level and gave a small smirk “Anything? You mean that do you? What do you have to offer me, pathetic man?” he held his hair to make him look at him in the eyes. 

It took him a long moment before he managed to lower his defenses enough to let Ren slip in without a struggle. Once he opened up a little, Techie’s tight bud of a mind bloomed and fully allowed Ren access.

It was scary to be so wide open and to show him all the horrors he’d lived through, but there was a steady current of calm transmitted through their connection and it felt to Techie like a relieved sigh. He sent to Ren as clearly as he could manage a burst of pure gratefulness and admiration.

It was Ren’s time to do his part now.

“P-please! Don’t h-hurt me, I’ll, I’ll do anyth-thing!”

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the-knightof-ren:

Kylo looked down at the man, he sneered a bit. He knelt down to his level and gave a small smirk “Anything? You mean that do you? What do you have to offer me, pathetic man?” he held his hair to make him look at him in the eyes. 

Techie’s breath caught in his throat. Could this powerful man really want to… Help him? It was such an insane thought that he nearly laughed aloud. Instead he choked it back and answered with a tremulous, unbelieving voice, “Y-yes! Of c-course!” Techie was about ready to throw himself at Ren’s feet and kiss them.

Without realizing it, he leant into his gentle touch and practically purred; How long had it been since someone had touched him kindly? Years? A decade?

“I won’t t-tell anyone, p-promise!”