Miles to Go Before I Sleep
cw: alcoholism, bad coping mechanisms, referenced violence, emeto
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Alexei trudged back to Chopper’s with the sunrise to his back, dried blood crusting the seams in his arms. Some was his, some was the mark’s, a loan shark he'd made quick work of, though it had taken most of the night to catch him alone.
He was exhausted, hopefully exhausted enough to fall asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, hopefully exhausted enough to dream of nothing. He doubted he'd be that lucky.
This was all he'd ever hoped for in the last two years. Of being free, of life going back to business as usual. So why couldn't he sleep?
Making it away from the Tower, from Uriah, had been some big, stupid, out-of-reach fantasy. And in that fantasy, as soon as Lex was free, it was all better. Things were back to normal. The last two years were a bad dream. Easy to bottle away and forget about.
But in the real world, it wasn't so simple.
The contracts should've been easy. They were familiar, ironically safe, but sometimes he'd forget if he was taking down a mark for Chopper or for Uriah. Those moments made him stumble, force himself to press a hand to his throat, remind himself that the collar was gone, that the only one who controlled him anymore was him.
Not that he did a good job of it.
He'd all-but handed the steering wheel to Chopper, taking any job the older man so much as mentioned, if only for a way to distract himself, to try to find a rhythm, but the rhythm he found was nothing steady.
Track, kill, collect. Drink himself to sleep if he got sleep at all. Repeat in a day or two. Look over his shoulder every time he was out of the building, feel his heart start to race at every stranger who stared too long.
Once he'd sobered up enough to track his surroundings, he found he couldn't even attempt sleep unless the lights were on, or else he'd wake up back in the cell. The door couldn't be closed, because then he was trapped, but it couldn't be open either, or someone could sneak up on him. He couldn't be around people, because any of them could be a spy for Uriah, but he couldn't be alone or the damned silence would choke him.
And as it turned out, pretending he could be okay, pretending he'd never been taken in the first place, didn't help anything.
The other Neath freelancers knew it all. People he could've called friends once, who he should've been able to fall into step with, now looked the other way or fell silent when he passed by. They could see the Tower in his scars, in his flinches. They knew how Uriah had owned him.
He'd done the impossible and escaped both, but it still hadn't saved him.
He still wasn't safe, and he never would be.
Not until Uriah Fox was dead.
The thought gave him some solace as he sat awake that night, back flat against the wall, sipping on a bottle of something he hoped was strong enough to knock him out.
Fox had to die so he could sleep, so he could go outside without being seen and caught and trapped. It was the first long-term goal he'd had since being taken, the first goal that wasn't just avoid angering the guards, avoid pissing off Uriah, survive one more day.
Lex staggered to his feet. How late was it? Was Chopper still awake? He had to do this now, he had to get this done now, he didn't care if he was tired, he didn't care if it killed him. He stumbled down the hall, just sober enough to stay on his feet, and that was all he needed. The light was on in Chopper's office. Good.
The older man was leaning back in his chair, sifting through a handful of papers. His eyes darted up when Lex passed the doorway, expression turning from neutrality to mild concern.
“Cinder…”
“I need a contract,” Lex said.
“You just got back from a contract. Sleep.” Chopper laid the papers in front of him. “And take a shower, for fuck’s sake. I can smell the blood on you.”
“I can't sleep,” Lex muttered, rubbing at a splotch of dried blood on his arm until it began to flake away, tiny pieces floating to rest in the ground like a macabre snow. “Are there any hits out for… for higher ups in the city?”
Chopper frowned at the question. “Higher ups?”
“CEOs.” He'd play this as casual as he could, in spite of the tightness in his chest, in spite of how the knowledge that Uriah was still out there was locked around his throat.
Chopper sank back in his chair with a heavy sigh, pulling open a filing cabinet. “Slim pickings. Not many people have the guts or the funds to go after them.” He pulled out a folder. “Why the sudden taste for golden blood? You can't possibly be low on cash already, unless you…”
He trailed off, eyes landing on the bottle still clutched in Lex’s hand, and he knew what he wanted to say. Unless you already drank it all away.
“Does it matter?”
Chopper opened the folder. “I guess it doesn't.” He scanned the pages within in silence for a moment. “Looks like we've got some attorneys… project manager, company director… any of those shiny enough for you?”
Lex grit his teeth. “Are any of them Uriah Fox?”
The folder snapped shut. “Uriah Fox,” Chopper repeated. “You want to kill Uriah Fox?”
His fist tightened around the bottle. “What do you think?”
“I think you should know the code by now. We don't make it personal.”
“I can't fucking sleep, Chopper. I can't…” He let his head drop. “I can't keep doing this. I need… I need him to be gone, I can't—” He pressed a palm into his cheek, cold metal on hot skin. “I don't need a contract to do it. I'll do it on my own. With or without your help.”
Chopper let out a sigh, laying the folder on the desk. “I'm afraid I can't let you do that.”
Lex's stomach churned, uneasy at the way he said it. What did he mean? Weren't they allies? Hadn't it always been us against them?
“You understand.” Chopper spread his hands, something apologetic on his face. “Fox is one of my top investors. It's a conflict of interest.”
Investor. Lex took a stumbling step backwards. Investor, pester, sequester, how had he not seen it? How has he not realized he'd been hiding in the fucking lion's den this entire time? How could Chopper do this, side with Uriah, didn't he realize what he'd done to him? That he'd come for him, take him back, let him rot in the Tower, even further underground than a grave would put him?
Chopper pushed himself up. “I don't want you panicking over this. I'm perfectly capable of maintaining both relationships.”
“You… Y—” Lex hunched over, emptying his stomach on the linoleum tile.
“Fuck, Cinder,” Chopper muttered, moving around the desk. Lex staggered backwards, wiping acrid bile from his chin with the back of his hand, eyes wide and locked on the older man.
Maintaining both relationships. He knew what that meant, he knew Chopper would have no issue handing him over to Uriah if only he was asked to. How had he thought this was a safe haven? (raven) How could he have passed out drunk here, let his guard down so severely? (clearly) He'd been lucky. He'd been so damn lucky Chopper hadn't seen fit to give him up in the last few weeks, and fuck, it would've been easy. Lex had made it easy, by being stupid and trusting and complacent (adjacent).
“Sit down. We can talk about this.”
We can calm you down and keep you in place long enough for Uriah to come barging through the door.
“You're not thinking rationally. I know you haven't been yourself lately.”
You haven't been the same since your return from hell.
“It was a bad idea to set you back to work so soon.”
You came back ruined.
Lex's back hit the wall, and he flinched away from it as if it were another enemy. He couldn't stay here, it wasn't safe, nowhere was safe.
“Cinder…”
He whirled around, head spinning, heart pounding in his throat, not safe.
“Alexei.”
He barreled through the door, feet hardly moving fast enough to keep him upright as he made a mad dash through the front door and stumbled out into the cool night air.
Nowhere was safe (waif, chafe, strafe). Chopper had dozens of freelancers on his payroll, hundreds of allies (spies, cries), thousands of eyes that could watch for him, nowhere was safe, he couldn't sleep (cheap, creep).
He didn't stop running until he was several blocks away, practically collapsing against the wall of a locksmith shop. What now? He couldn't stay awake forever, couldn't stay vigilant, and it was only a matter of time before he passed out and someone took the opportunity to snatch him or report him and fuck, fuck, he hadn't escaped, he'd never really escape, nowhere was safe—
…was it?
He forced himself to inhale, shuddering breaths fighting against the way the world was spinning. There were like-minded people out there, people who hated Uriah as much as he did, people who wouldn't hand him over to Titanium, if only out of spite.
Enemy of my enemy.
He sucked in air, his heartbeat slowing down, if only a little.
"You don't have to go out and face the world alone.”
He still didn't believe that, didn't trust any of the rogues, but he could trust in their shared goal. He'd saved them once, weathered Uriah's anger to protect them from his own fire, and maybe they were still grateful enough that they'd be willing to watch his back and let him rest.
He pushed up from the wall, squinting into the darkness. The rogue's safehouse was miles away. He couldn't even be certain that they'd still be there, but it was the only plan that made sense.
Lex took a swig from the half-empty bottle, still clutched in his fist, hoping the liquor would beat back the fear that still clawed at his chest.
He had a long walk ahead of him.
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my personal top 10 fav "I Beat Anorexia And Happy With My Body" things:
thinking "ohhohoooo who is that sexy bitch of a man here with yaaammmmmmmmmmmy hips mhhmhmhmhm" while looking in a mirror before going to shower
"that would be so rad renaissance painting" in same situation
getting over "yeah i love myself as i am but if i gain more i will feel sad again" thought to "i love my body in every way, body where you going i am going too, leeets gooooo biiitch wroom wroom" as the last milestone to completely loving yourself and opening-
-the biggest energy source world ever known - loooove! to yourself to others yaaaaassss
understanding that the difference in the smallest clothes size and the biggest is like 10 cm is fucked up shit and problem is not in me here
checking weight because i worry that i loose weight [and thinking that maybe i got sick or smth] not otherwise (it's fine, i didn't! :) i am about like. 80+ kg, feeling fine! heheeee!!!!)
eating! fucking! taaaaaaaaaaasty food!
loving all my photoes, concept of "i am ugly on that photo" doesn't exist anymore because there is no "ugly" in my system of coordinates
talking with my girl friends with dialogs like "biiiitch you are beautiful fashion goddeeees" and constantly giving each over compliments, and we are all really mean it, and a lot of my girl friends are 80+ kg and they fucking beautiful and they know they are beautiful and we love how we look and know that we are absolutely slaying [i am not a girl, but i am afab and have a lot of fems in friends youunderstood the pointt]
the feeling of endless energy of love and confidence in general, for yourself and people who you love, after you understand that beauty standarts sucks
igewoh i love my body so much yaaaaaaaaaaahahahaaaaa
feel free to reblog and add your fav things in loving yourself, it doesn't have to be 10, write more or less, just spread the looove if you waaant but don't forget to # twwwww yahaahhehehrir i am going to sleeep bye byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee love ya alllllllll
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