Sam Krios
Location: Outside Jay's Cabin, near the lake
Interacting With: Each Other
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Sammy said to Jay, stopping a few paces from the other man.
Jay was sitting down, his bottom firmly planted on the soft, green grass as he stared at the lake. During the day, it was beautiful, but there was something about the way the setting sun bouncing off of the water's natural reflective nature that always seemed so soothing. With the unnatural green that the lake had during the day, the reds and yellows that are added to it from the setting sun just made it all the more eerie and beautiful.
"Do you know what I love about this lake the most, Sam?" Jay asked, seeing Sam approach him.
Sammy paused, brow furrowing slightly in confusion. Alright, flower-boy was beginning to creep him out right about now. If he started spouting shit about lotions and baskets, he was getting thrown in the lake.
"Uh... the fact that you practically own it? Sammy guessed, downing the rest of his drink, then peering at the other glass he'd brought out for Jay. He was going to offer it to the kid, but dude was already acting weird, so perhaps not.
"A good guess, but no," Jay laughed,
"it's that, despite any problems I'm having, I can look at this lake, and I won't find myself angry or upset." Jay told Sam.
Sammy raised one eyebrow in confusion, glancing at the lake, then back to Jay.
"Well, that's great... I guess... but, your girlfriend is in the cabin dude, not out here. Not that I'm against the whole balancing your Chi shit, but walking out without explanation kind of weirded Rissa out." He said, then added a silent 'and me' to the end of it.
"Yeah, you would know." Jay said sharply, a narrowed brow glance being shot towards Sam.
"Finally, we get past the passive-aggressive stage. Sammy thought to himself with a roll of his eyes, looking down at Jay, any remnants of friendliness gone.
"Alright, kiddo, what's the issue? You've had a problem with me since we met.""You really want to know?" Jay said, standing up to face Sam.
As he stood and faced Sam, there wasn't much of a height difference between him and Jay. Though he didn't know Sam's exact height, there was only about, maybe, a difference from the bottom of the nose to the top of the mouth. Still, despite their vertical height, their mass was another story. While Jay was lean and fit, Sam looked like a body-builder compared to him. Muscles that spoke jock, and those rugged features that only a Son of Hecate could have. Truly, when Jay looked at Sam, he saw a literal international man of mystery, while Jay was just some chef's son from Vegas.
"My issue is you, Samael." Jay said sharply, getting right in Sam's face.
"You have Amelia, Why do you have to try and get Clarissa too?" Jay said emotionally, the envious green jealousy practically oozing out in neon letters.
"Well shit. He's definitely not getting any of my rum now.Sam's eyes grew colder as he took in what Jay had said - anger spiking once again. In a simple attempt to irritate Jay further, he placed the empy glass down on a nearby post, then took a gulp of the remaining one in his hand - still retaining eye contact with Jay throughout it.
"You see Jay, there is a certain issue I'm finding among those sentences. I mean, fair enough, you feel intimidated by me. Lots of people are. He began, looking down both figuratively and literally at Jay, glacier-like eyes flashing angrily.
"But the way you're regarding those two fine women in there is even worse. I don't have Amelia, just like neither of us has Clarissa. They are their only people - and I'll be damned before I see my friends be talked about like they're objects." He said, ending his sentence with an almost snarl.
"You're just as bad as Skye." He added in disgust.
"Take that back!" Jay yelled.
And it was there that Jay lost it. The comparison to Skye seemed to flare up Jay's nostrils. In that moment, he shoved Sam hard — well, as hard as a lean guy like Jay could. It wasn't much, especially since all Jay's body would be able to do was probably make Sam stagger slightly, but it was the first time that Jay had ever felt angry enough to actually result to physical violence. In his mind, the moment that Sam had compared him to Skye, it set off a red flag in Jay's mind, it had triggered that red button — that "do not touch for whatever reason" button — and it had made it so to where Jay couldn't control what his body did next.
As soon as Jay's hands touched him, Sam's temper exploded. Even though the younger and smaller boy hadn't actually hurt him, the mere fact he'd shoved him was enough to make Sam snap. His fists clenched - unfortunately for his right hand, which was still holding the glass, which shattered in his grip - and as soon as he regained his footing, he raised his fist to relocate Jay's face to the other side of his head.
However, he didn't even have chance to connet the punch when his brain blew up. The punch glanced the right side of Jay's face with half the power gone.
When the punch connected, Jay was sent staggering a yard away from Sam as he was forced into a 180-degrees turn and onto his knees. Jay grunted as he felt his cheek. It was lightly sore and soon puffed up. Livid with anger, Jay was about to rush to Sam, but he noticed something was off. Like, even more than what Jay thought was off for Sam.
As he staggered, Sam couldn't help but cry out in pain as images darted across his blurred vision, blood vessels popping in his nasal passages as ghostly screams filled his agonising head. Falling to his knees, any and all anger was suddenly replaced with fear.
He was having a vision.
And it was just as bad as his first and last one.
Jay approached Sam slowly as if wary of what might happen if he made any sudden movements.
"Sam, are you alright?" Jay asked, walking a few feet closer as he approached the knelt-down Sam.
Jay noticed that Sam wasn't responding to him, so he nudged him lightly with his hand.
"Hey, Sam!" Jay called out, hoping he would get a response then, but still nothing. As Jay looked at Sam going through torment, it was faint, but he heard a familiar name. "Clar-issa", almost as if it were whispered in the sounds of terror. Jay's eyebrows somewhat narrowed, his teeth gritting, and next thing he knew it, Jay had delivered an open-palm slap. Whether it was only hard enough to knock Sam out of whatever was happening or if it was influenced by what Jay suspected he heard, but regardless, it was definitely as hard as Jay possibly could do it.
Sam couldn't hear Jay - he couldn't even see him. He lost in the future.
It was dark...people stood, moving, struggling....
....Clarissa...
...all black, all dark, just a flash of red, fire - no, jewels, a glove...
...someone falling....a sickening crack...
......Rissa.....
The sudden shock of a sharp slap across his face suddenly pulled Sammy from his vision, and he put out one arm to steady himself on the floor. Blinking blearily, he groaned, placing his other hand to his head in an attempt to keep it intact. He felt a pang of fear when he felt wetness, and looking at his hand, saw blood. Shit, did his skull actually rupture open this time? Because that's what it goddamn felt like.
Only when he saw the glass sticking from the wound did he remember what had happened. Memories rushed back to him all at once, and he looked up slowly, seeing an extremely wary looking Jay. Sammy swallowed the remainder of his terror, and gave Jay a dozy grin.
"Goddamn... I think I need another drink." He said with a lazy chuckle, blood still dripping from his nose and running down his lips and chin, dripping to the floor. He was definitely going to have to clean himself up before going back in - barring the blood and a nice red hand print on his cheek, his skin had become shockingly pale - on top of that, there was the several cuts on his palm and fingers from the broken glass.
"On the bright side, my headache is clearing up real fast." He thought to himself, issuing forth another drowsy chuckle. Much like how a blister hurts like hell, but when you pop it and stick a plaster on, everything's fine and dandy; the same thing worked with his visions.
It was only the pulling of the band-aid and the prodding of the wound that caused further damage - i.e, trying to remember what exactly was happening in that vision. All he remembered so far was death.
"What happened, Sam? You looked like you were about to faint." Jay asked worryingly, looking at Sam.
Sam - rather unsteadily - got to his feet, wobbling slightly as he straightened up.
With a pained sigh, he wiped the blood from his face, only to roll his eyes as it was replaced by more.
"Remember me mentioning those visions that I get? Well, you just got a front-seat view to one." He said, wincing again as he started picking out bits of glass from his hand.
As Sam explained to him that what he saw were those vision that Sam mentioned before, Jay stood there somewhat like a caramel-colored statue. He had explained it with such calmness. It was almost as if Sam had those frequently, or at least enough for him to not make a big deal about it. If Jay were to have those as often as he assumed Sam did, then he would probably be in a mental hospital due to how severe it was.
When Sam started to pick up the glass, Jay helped him, kneeling down as he started to pick it up.
"Are they always that bad?" Jay asked Sam.
Sam shrugged, glancing at his shirt. The front was stained with blood - and would likely panic the girls when he walked back inside. Hopefully he had a spare in his car.
"I guess so. Well... I don't know, I've only had two that have been that bad before. I get other visions, but they're on a smaller scale. Bad dreams - occasionally nice dreams, but there's not much point in Hecate showing me the nice things in my future. She shows me the bad things so I can stop them from happening." He said, then paused, glancing at his right arm, from where he'd broken it on the night of his first vision.
"Well... try to stop them, anyways." He added quietly.
"And Hecate — your mother — shows you these things because she wants you to stop them? Or is there more to the reason as to why she gives you these hellish visions?" Jay inquired to Sam, finishing picking up some of the remainder of the glass.
"Hells, Jay, I don't know. Maybe she secretly hates me. Maybe she just wants to knock my narcissistic ass down a peg or two now and again. I don't know why I have visions - I just know that when I see them, I generally want to stop them from happening." Sam replied sharply, walking over to his nearby car and popping the trunk, pulling his bloodied shirt off in the process. As he dug around for a clean shirt and maybe some bandages for his bleeding hand, he glanced back at Jay.
"Do me a favour and don't tell the girls about this - or anyone else. It's not something I like to brag about, you understand? He said, his tone suddenly serious and blunt.
Jay didn't say anything. He simply nodded. He could tell that Sam was deathly serious about not wanting Amelia or Clarissa knowing about the vision. Added to that, Jay didn't think he would know how to bring it up. Still, after the way he treated Sam, Jay knew he owed him at least that much.
"Sam, listen.." Jay looked at Sam with a half-frown,
"About earlier, I, uh — I'm sorry. About my jealousy, about what said about you having Amelia like she was an object. I'm just sorry about it all." Jay said, his voice seeming to sound low but audible.
Sammy wasn't too hung up on Jay's hesitant apology. He could hear the regret in the kid's tone.
"Don't worry about it. We all lose our cool - and plenty of people lose it around me." He said, finally finding a black shirt and pulling it over his head; then grabbing bandages before slamming the trunk shut, and looking back at Jay.
"We'll just make sure it doesn't happen again. Water under the bridge, my man." He added with a grin. He then paused, looking back at the lake water. Jay was right - it was pretty calming.
"Hey... did I happen to say anything? A word, or a name?" He asked, brow furrowing as he attempted to remember.
"A name? I don't know. You might have." Jay said, sounding unsure.
"A lot was happening. Perhaps morning will bring clarity." Jay shrugged. His body turned to the cabin, gesturing Sam to follow.
"Let's go back. I'm pretty sure Clarissa will want to know what happened." Jay was half-dreading the argument from just walking out. It probably scared her half to death. Or maybe worry. Jay really didn't know which would be worse.
"I'll keep this little fist-fight quiet if you do, kiddo." Sam replied with a chuckle, wrapping the bandage around his bloodied hand as he and Jay began walking back to the cabin. [color-purple]"I'm prone to being clumsy, what with the whole exploding-magic-with-my-hands thing, so that'll explain any injuries or blood-splatters I've missed."[/color] He added as he opened the front door to the cabin - mood spiking happily as he both heard the music going loudly, and a less than PG-Rated dance from Clarissa.
"Rissa - what did I say about the vodka?" He announced their arrival with a jovial grin, as is his custom.
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