CASEY, archer beck

I had a dream the other night, About how we only get one life

21 | HETEROSEXUAL | ENGAGED BUT CONFUSED | ZOO KEEPER/grad student  | LOCAL | JAKE ABEL

ARCHER B. CASEY,

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you're seated with your hands twisted behind your back, wrapped in a coil of coarse rope, your legs are attached to the chair's front pillars and you wince as the forced sleep begins to fade. your body aches but you are hypersensitive to everything, including the pain in the back of your head. your eyes squeeze tighter, your teeth grind together as you begin your blind struggle. scraping your bottom against the chair, trying to rock it, making the most futile attempts to break the knots from your indented skin. you think back at that moment to what led you to this moment, this place, this very chair at this very time and you panic with each flashback that occurs. what the fuck was happening? usually, curse words were filtered out through that good boy mind of his but at this moment, the situation called for such vulgar language. his hips were the first thing that came to life, wiggling against the surface of the metal seating with barely any success as a result. the wrists are the next thing to move, then the shoulders, finding that tightness due to the positon that he is tied in. his fingers twitch next, trying to feel for a weak point in the knot. he had remembered being tied up as a kid, his brother and cousin playing jokes on him since he was the youngest boy. how did he used to get out of those? these were far more intricate of knots and even after pulling one knot, another appeared. where was he? what had he been doing? work! he had been at work. he had just finished giving a demonstration with the seals, the last one of the evening. they were his favourite animal to work with—now was not the time to focus on those silly creatures. he shook his head, finding it to be heavy. what happened after that? it was hard, everything was fuzzy after that. walking through the backdoor and then…he had been hit. the world had gone out, he had been hit in the back of the fucking head!? what for? he had planned to visit elizabeth tonight too. he could still make it, if he made it out of this. he had to make it out of this. he would do it for elizabeth, dina, tiana, his brothers, his family, his friends, his seals….those fucking seals again. had he done something to piss off the seals? that was such an outrageous thought, maybe he had damage. well, he had been planning to go to the hospital, might as well get a brain scan if..when…if he got out of this. steps are heard and you pick your head up, even though your vision is blocked. you can't see anything but you can smell the strong cologne and you hear the steps growing louder heading right for you. the blindfold is torn away with no regard to your physical pain but you can see now and you don't know where you are but you try and get a good look around. now that the world has stopped spinning and things were coming into focus in the dark, he picked his head up even though it started to roll to the side. his blindfold was pulled off and he had to blink a couple of times for that focus to come back again. he could have sworn, for a second, that he saw those damned seals in front of him but it must have been an imprint of his last coherent memory. he was told that would happen to elizabeth if she woke up. dina also confirmed this fact as though she was a doctor. she was a nurse. well, a vet. shaking his head, he took in everything that was around him. he was quite observant, he had to be in his line of work. he had to notice when things were out of place or an animal was not acting like itself. he had gotten pretty acquainted with the creatures that inhabited that small section of the city park. but he was not in the small section. he was in …the back of a van or that was what it looked like. tilting his head up, he saw that the roof was not that far from his head. he only needed to grow about another four inches in order to brush his head. the space around him was…cozy, a little too cozy. it was not warm or inviting. the metal walls provided him with a sense of being trapped, incase the ropes and the chair didn’t already do that. this man that is now kneeling in front of him had not said a single thing and it was making archer worried—what the hell was going on? he had been doing a lot of that cursing thing since the accident but that was just another thing not to focus on right now. "guess you want some water or an aspirin?" his eyebrow raised and for some reason, that was a painful action and it dropped again. ”…if i say yes, do i actually get it?”, throat being itchy creates a deeper tone than he actually used. he actually did need water and aspirin and maybe a couple of questions answered but that could come later, but he was highly doubting it but it was worth a shot, ”or do i need to say please…”, that earned him a smack. he had to remember to keep his sardonic comments to himself, or maybe just lighten them up instead of bringing it out just like that. maybe ease his way in and the man will see that he always talks like this and therefore, it can’t just be turned off. "we will get to that later, for now, we are going to talk about you.your head keeps pounding and your struggles have no fully died away and so, the man puts a hand on your shoulder and gives it a tight squeeze that makes pain echo through every joint, muscle and ligament in your arm "stop." his voice holds a warning, a threat and you do stop - for now. "so tell me the bare minimum about you." the squeeze caused archer’s teeth to grind, his jawline protruding out just a little as he clenched his teeth. why would anyone touch his already tense shoulders? he understood why as the man before him talked but it was hard to focus on what he was saying with the immense pain in his shoulder. it wasn’t just sitting in the shoulder, it was shooting off pains down his arms and going all the way to the tips of his blue-tinted fingers. that feeling was unpleasant as well. fuck. what the fuck. what the fuck. it was all that he could think of and apparently, not paying attention was the need for another hit. this one was harder. silence was worse than sarcasm. archer’s shoulder began to roll, trying to lighten the grip of the man but the command causes him to stop. he nods, ”A.B.C – archer beck casey. 21.”, he was surprised by how loud his voice was but that might have been the proximity of the adjacent metal walls. it was causing him to echo, ”zoo keeper and grad student..but you probably know that..”, since he was wearing the uniform after all, ”born..here, not in the van but in the state. pearl river is my hometown and my current home…”, dialing back the sarcasm and the unneeded extra comments, ”born on july 24th…uh….”, that was really all that he could think of in terms of his life. he could go into more detail about his family, being the youngest biological son, being the sickly child, the weaker one, but no…he would not go into that. this man got what he wanted and archer, well, he was not going to save his questions until the end, ”so what’s your name?”, another smack, ”not coming onto you dude…just wanted to know what the hell is going on”, another hit. apparently inappropriate jokes are off the table as well. he shakes his head at you, releases your shoulder and takes three steps backward, tapping his finger. "too much information. does it really look like a fucking care about your birthday?" you are confused as he wanted to know about you and that seemed like a crucial detail. "moving on. are you a good boy/girl? cause obviously you pissed someone off - know anyone who could have put you in that chair?" he furrowed his brows, wrinkling his bloodied nose and trying to shake off the pain again. did he have to be tied so tight? he was being a good boy, he was listening, he was being cooperative. ”i get a cookie at the end of the day when i am a good boy”, it seemed that he did not earn a smack with that one but he did get a chuckle. so the guy could be getting used to his sarcasm, archer thought it might be a family trait but him and his older brother seemed to be the most sarcastic of them all. maybe it just skipped kids in the gene pool. ”my family wouldn’t have caused this….”, he did not want to talk about his family, they were too important to him and getting any of them involved in this would have torn him up from the inside out. ”uh, ti..no..too young. eli..no..”, he was muttering to himself and in the end, he had no one coming to mind. his fiancée was currently brain dead, only being allowed to live because her family was not able to pull the plug and well, he had no say in the matter since they were not married. dina, nah, she could not have caused this, that girl was the sweetest thing. that left the seals but that left him feeling stupid, and even though archer should have kept his mouth shut, he didn’t—”those damned seals, huh?”, smack "hmm, none of that rings a bell to me but who knows? he laughs at your pain and maybe you feel something rising up along side of the fear, a small flicker of fire burns in your eyes but he's quick to knock it away and he pops a hand across your cheek. "don't start being defiant now...unless that's who you are. tell me a little about who you are...inside." another hit. what the hell was with the hitting? didn’t this man ever learn that it’s not nice to hit!? apparently not because everything that archer was doing was ‘wrong’ or what he was saying was ‘inappropriate’. it was not intentional, it was just who he was. but despite all this talking that archer had been doing, which he assumed was the adrenaline and the fear and the confusion—he was pretty quiet. he had been a quiet kid, he had gotten into reading in his early teens and that was about the time that he discovered his love for animals and then his career path opened up to him only a couple of years later. ”inside..i’m sure it’s all guts and bloods…maybe some organs, i’m missing an appendix though.”, but that was not what this man wanted to hear and archer knew that. he wanted to know who he was and that was a question that he had asked himself a lot up until about two years ago when he thought that he had everything that he needed. ”sarcastic..”, but again, that was something that this man had to have known. he had been nothing but sarcastic with such sincerity thrown into the mix but mostly, he was being sardonic. it was just a personality trait that he had picked up from his two eldest brothers, the twins—he had wanted to be like them when he was younger. but then he discovered himself, ”romantic…”, though that trait had been discovered until his first girlfriend when he was thirteen. they were that awkward couple that brushed hands and blushed, it appeared that they were always nervous around each other. linda was her name. yea, she was pretty amazing. but other things came and went. then he found dina and then elizabeth. she brought out that card writing, flower sending, chocolate buying kind of guy that he was. the one that drove miles just to spend a couple of hours with someone that he loved (when elizabeth was in undergrad in flordia). what else was he? ”…flakey…”, though that was not a trait that he wanted to have, he just had it. he bailed on plans a lot because he would rather sit inside and not do anything or he took work shifts over partying. those days were long gone for him, he had to be responsible, a family man—or he did, not really anymore. he had no attachments, not really. ”that’s really about it. just don’t cut me open to see...more”, cause though life would bleed out of him, personality wouldn’t. he could not really describe himself too much because though archer knew who he was, it was hard to tell now. a girl changed him and then he lost her in every single way possible. sighing, he wiggled a little in his seat, trying to come up with more adjectives and though unorganized, unreliable, ethical, hopeful, regret filled, witty, stubborn, protective—none of those words came out as archer believed that he had said enough. you are getting worked up, he's riling you up and you know it but you can't help but feel a little confused by everything that is happening. "have they always been there for you, your entire life been around these people or does your story branch off somewhere?" ”yes. nope, i am just a twig…”, he could say that with sheer honesty. the people that he had vaguely mentioned had been nothing but supportive for his entire life, whenever they entered. his family was a rough one in the sense that they pushed and shoved and physically fought, even when tia came around. the family was often rowdy and loud but archer craved that. he was a high energy kid because when he was younger, he had been sickly. he always got colds and ear infections and no doctor could figure out what was causing them. then, one day, after an emergency room visit with a high fever, everything just seemed to function normally. the fever was like the remedy that archer needed to feel better. he was tired of feeling tired and weak and after that, he gained weight, he put on muscle, he was allowed to go roll around in the grass with his three brothers who were only a span of one to two years apart and then tia kind of broke that trend coming along almost four years after him and then the cousin joining the family. it just got louder and bigger. ”we are loud. we are supportive. we are family..” and for the most part, after that weird sick phase, he had a basic normal childhood. he climbed trees, scraped up his knees, played castle and the princess, got roughed up, bullied but his brothers stepped in to help him with that one. he tried different roles and went from a computer geek to a math nerd and then turned into a jock for his last bit of high school. girls at that point swarmed to him, he had lost his virginity at sixteen behind the bleachers and then college came and things really took off for archer. he went away for college, all the way down to flordia where it was nothing but sun and fun. he wanted to go for marine biology but ended up majoring in zoology since the marine biology program was full. it was strange how things changed, how different everything had been then. he had been to his brother’s wedding, he had been there for the birth of his nephew, he had seen that marriage crumble and he had watched his own life dissipate. ”that’s it..”, but the person was still looking at him, knowing that there was more to say but archer was going back to being quiet while silently thinking about elizabeth. she had been his main source for his happiness since he was nineteen years old. she was just a year younger and they hit it off instantly. then he graduated and he still wanted to keep things going, he proposed to her at sunset on the beach with an array of festivities to follow if she said yes—and she did. he had called back home and told his brothers, mother, sister, dina (his childhood best friend). he had told the world that he was going to marry this girl. but he had to come back home, things with his family were rocky and he needed to be there. he had graduated and the only thing in florida was his fiancée. so he kissed her goodbye, packed up his small apartment and drove back up to new york. she was supposed to come up, study her masters up at NYU with him…but that didn’t happen. ”things are just different now. stop looking at me like that.”, he growled out, showing the first true aggression display as he rocked in his chair with a deep irritation and finally, the man let him move on. you get another hit to the face, this time directly to your lip and the skin splits, leaving a small trail of blood that you cannot lick or wipe away. you don't understand what you did wrong. "too fucking boring. so any lovers involved in this history or your future?" you flinch as he comes closer to you. "you are quite a beautiful/handsome girl/boy. surely you are not on the market.." ”so now you’re coming onto me? sorry dude, i don’t swing this way.”, he nodded over in his direction while he stuck his tongue out to wipe away the blood that was running down the side of his lip. what was with the hitting? ”and small tip, you want to get to know someone…this is not the way to do it.”. wiggling his wrists and his ankles to indicate the whole bondage scene that this guy was possibly into it. another hit. he was starting to see stars again and that seal, it was back. he must be close to hitting an unconscious state. ”taken. engaged.”, technically but that wedding day was never going to come. the girl had gotten into an accident while driving home, she had flipped her car not too far out of the town. she had been only ten miles from his home and her car flipped. now she was a vegetable. but this guy did not need to know that. archer was quite certain that he already knew it anyway. ”bound to be married..”, he spoke with a whimsical tone, ”but you will find that special guy…i’m sure.”. "bet you are really curious about this all..." he is taunting you again but you keep the anger down, you just nod because you can't deny how curious you are about why you are even in this chair, in this place. "well that's all the time we have now, let's get someone else in here...what was her/his name that you mentioned before? your eyes widen as you realize a beloved person was here also, somewhere nearby and would be put into the same situation as you. the fight begins but is quickly lost as a prick to your neck makes your eyes grow heavy and you drift off into a forced sleep. but then all sarcastic comments went out the window and there was nothing but a blanket of white filling his head. ”someone else…”, his eyes narrowed and then he growled, physically. he had been hanging out with the big cats for too long but that was just the noise he gave. he was not entire surely which person he was talking about—tina, dina, his brothers, his cousin, his mother—he had vaguely mentioned any of them. elizabeth was not able to be here, she could not breath on her own without that beeping machine doing it for her. it was a resting breathing rate at all times. it was both soothing and haunting of a machine. but she was safe. he was relieved about that. the rope burn went deeper as he struggled more, and only for a second that he was let out of his restraints, did archer show an animalistic side. an adrenaline rush course through him and he charged for the male, grabbing him by his collar but not getting even a word out before the needle was pushed into his neck and he felt the world around him go black once more. had to be those fucking seals again.

ERIN | EASTERN | 22 | JUST A LOT…YOU KNOW THEM ;]

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ACCEPTED

again, just accepting this real fast but jake is a babe and *-* we'll have to plot <3