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Always the Odd Sock



He cursed quietly as Tala’s pile of socks collapsed into the pile of singlets beside it. He hurriedly tidied them, instantly reaching for the next article of clothing. Bryan had gotten into the habit of waking up and getting the more menial tasks he had to do out of the way before the day truly began.



Perhaps it was the overwhelmingly tedious task of folding other people’s underwear that made him think. Perhaps it was because he was just that bored. Either way… Bryan wasn’t one to think over life and its intricacies; he hadn’t ever seen the point of it, he hadn’t ever had the time.


Life in the Abbey hadn’t allowed him to just sit and think about what he was doing there or what he was going to do in the future; it had always been the same.



Always the same: just train, train, train.



Boris hadn’t really ever allowed him to go to relax. No one in his team did. No one in the Abbey did. The children were training. The doctors were always monitoring the children. The scientists were always trying to find ways to improve the children. Boris – Boris was crazy. Did the crazy sleep? Bryan hadn’t ever thought so.



He had haunted them since they’d first arrived at the Abbey. They’d all admitted it – Bryan hadn’t, but the others had. Spencer, Ian and Tala – They had all admitted their weaknesses, no matter how small or seemingly insignificant they seemed to the world at large – all weaknesses were a huge problem in the Abbey. Bryan had learnt that well.


A beating would knock the lesson into anyone’s head quickly. Bryan paused in his folding, having lost himself while he was thinking. He sighed, unfolded the boxers he’d been holding and held them up. Flames. Tala. He sighed.


They’d all grown up with very different personalities considering they were all supposed to be emotionless soldiers. They were supposed to turn out the same weren’t they? Boris had failed miserably if that was supposed to have been the end result.


Ian was a troublemaker through and through, a snake that wouldn’t hesitate to drive you in an asylum with his pranks and persistent questions.


Tala was bossy, but Bryan had decided that, that was what made him a good leader. He could also drive a saint to insanity, through his constant whining and drawling.


Bryan’s opinion held Spencer as the sanest of the four of them. Bryan knew he was capable of many sneaky, cruel and sadistic things – hell, who did anyone think taught him the art of sarcasm? – Though he could generally hold out on them. It was him Bryan suspected whenever Ian truly did seem to be innocent.


Bryan found himself to be - He was a befuddled mess of information and idealisms. He knew that he was considered unstable by many people (Mariah, constantly reminded him). He was far too pessimistic for his own good. What had Spencer said the other day? ‘It’s getting persistently harder to see the good in the world with you around.’ Boris had done some weird shit to his brain and everyone knew that.


However, he didn’t fit into anything he’d seen in the macro world so far. Ian was just like a kid should be, Tala was just like a teenager, while Spencer was a mature young man. He was… Well… He wasn’t sure. He wasn’t a delinquent as such, but he did have problems. Or so everyone told him.


They’d managed to fit into society with only small set backs. He however had to attend therapy once a week and had been assigned a job instead of having to go and look for one like the others.


Tala had found that working in a business with Kai suited him just fine, though Bryan suspected that there was more going on there than the two of them would admit.


Spencer had developed a soft spot for next door’s little girl and her older brother. Their parents had been hesitant to leave them in the care of the Demolition Boys, but had since then grown to be regular visitors.


Ian had even started dating. Bryan had winced when the squirt had told him exactly who (he already saw enough of the White Tigers as it was) but hadn’t complained after seeing how happy Kevin made him.


Bryan frowned as he raised the last article of clothing so that it was hanging in front of his face. An odd sock. He smirked sourly at the irony of it all.


“What are you looking so bitter about?” A deep voice rumbled from behind Bryan. Bryan twisted around from his position, sitting of the floor with his legs crossed, to stare up at Spencer.


“I have an odd sock.” He said bluntly.


The blonde looked vaguely amused, “Whose is it?”


Bryan squinted at it, his nose mere millimeters away from it, finally answering with a, “It’s Ian’s.”


Spencer shrugged, “Just chuck it on his pile, he’ll use it anyway. No use giving up on it, we’ll find its partner someday.” He finished before he headed out to the kitchen.


Bryan turned back to the sock slowly, staring at it for a few minutes, just thinking before he smiled; perhaps there was hope for him yet.

This is ~darkinu's Prize for the ~Dark-Bladers-Shrine's last contest, it was to make a wallpaper and she drew first... :dance: Congradulations!

Comments on the story: Erm, well... Like most of my fics it was just a bit of random inspiration running amuck, so... yeah... Sorry for all grammatical errors and spelling mistakes, I'm still lacking a spell checker... Hope you like!

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