Secrets [Chaseh//open]

The door shut, and I could only guess it was Bear returning. Mom and dad wouldn't be home for a few hours yet, and even then they would be in their own little worlds, intoxicated beyond belief.

Hearing something hit the table, I crept down the hardwood stairs, careful to keep my feet light, so as not to alert him of my presence. For some reason I got the impression he wasn't very fond of me.
Sticking my head around the door frame, his figure was visible against the light-coloured couch. He seemed beat. How much energy was needed to work at a stinkin' morgue anway?

A knife lay on the table. No surprise there. I had learned a while back he was fond of carrying a knife on his hip... but what was in the backpack. My thoughts immediately traveled to the gutters. Illegal weapons? Booze? Drugs? Used condoms? All of these seemed very likely for Bear, and I couldn't supress the shudder that ran down my back at the thought of him carrying around one of those fancy Capitol laser guns, or hiding in the bushes at the shabby park down the street, injecting himself with unhealthy fluids.

I carefully approached the teenager sprawled on the couch. It was ironic, really. Approaching Bear as if he were a real bear. I held back a shool-girlish giggle as the image of a grizzly bear sprawled on our furniture surfaced in my mind. It was really what he was like, my brother. A rabid Grizzly.

Carefully stepping around his feet, I throw myself on the couch beside him. Leaning forward, I feel my nose wrinkling up in disgust. The smell of the dead lingered on his clothes. His skin. His very breath. I give a nervous sort of laugh, and lean against the sagging cushions. "Wha-what do you do, eat the people?" I say, with a shaky laugh. Never have I approached him this way. It was uncomfortable. And just... not normal. I loathed him and I'm sure he loathed me. It was just the way it had to be.

I jump from the couch, and circle around the back, hurrying out of the room. I am afraid he will answer me. Answer with something I am sure I don't want to hear. Making my way back into the dining room, his backpack draws my eye again. Sneaking a glance back at my brother, I approach the table, reaching my hand out ever so slowly.
My fingers brushed the soft fabric, and made their way up to the drawstring at the top. I tugged it gently, and felt the restraints give way. The top opened, and giving one last glimpse to seemingly-oblivious Bear, I leaned over to see what in the world he had been hiding.

OOC-Bear may snatch the bag before she can see what's inside if you want. Just... don't let Bear hurt her feelings Dx. She's a curious little prat, but I love her.

His words struck through Gerya's mental haze. Se he hadn't wanted her to look... yet he told her she could if she wanted to. It made absolutely no sense to her. But then again, nothing ever did when it came to Bear.

She shook her head, flinging drops of bile all over the room, and started when he jumped over the back of the couch, running to his bag. And yes, signs that she had looked were everywhere. The backpack wide open, casually pushed aside, tilting over just a bit to the right. Far from the spot Bear had so neatly put it. And she was sure if a Peacekeeper were to take one of those fancyshmancy fingertip lights, Gerya smudges would be found all over the pack. The thought disturbed her. If Peacekeepers did find this, Bear could so easily put it off on her.

Shivering, she layed herself down on the carpeted floor again, this time of her own will, and gently rocked herself, hands wrapped around her caloused knees. Bad thoughts flowed easily through her head, chasing out the good ones. Her parents would come home and see the mess, demand to know the reason, and she would have to sell Bear out. He would be mad, and probably cut her throat in her sleep. Also, Bear now knew that she knew his secret, and he could just as easily do her off for that too.

A bout of naseau passed, and she felt her stomach clench. It was the worse she had felt in years. She very faintly remembered when she got the Floo or whatever it was called when she was eight, and her father (finally taking a break from the lab) had rushed her to one of the few hospitals in District Six. The check-up costed a ton, but he had assured her her health was worth all the money in the world.

She brought her gaze up to Bear and grimaced. Her brother. Her brother the killer. Or, if not a killer, a cannibal. His face brought on another bout, this one stronger than the first. She found herself clutching her sides, although she could not feel the pain that was obviously there. It felt as if her entire body was shutting down.

Staggering to her feet, she stumbled over to her brother, stubbing her foot on the couch legs, and all but falling on top of Bear. She grabbed onto his collar, and layed her head on his shoulder. She was disgusted, but she needed someone to comfort her. She felt dizzy. Lightheaded. She opened her mouth and made this odd croaking sound, before another stream of vomit poured out. "Bear...take me... hospital-" She managed to choke out the string of words before passing out. Right in his arms.