TIME WARP: Prison Break [closed]

[Braxton Carson]

May 2006

Come'on, why can't I do it? Braxton repeated to himself as he continued trying to jump over the wall. He had been in Hammel for a week now and he was not enjoying it at all. He hated New York, but god, he missed it now. As much as Hammel declared itself a school, to thirteen-years-old Braxton, it was nothing but a prison. He had to take the classes, and training, they wanted him to, he had to live where they wanted him to and he couldn't go out. The only person he knew in such a big place was his sister, and he had decided to enter a no-talking relationship with her. It's all her fault. He just couldn't stay in Hammel a minute longer.

And so, the wall was all he had. It was tall, yes, but he knew he could jump higher. He didn't understand the nature of his abilities, but he knew he could jump high since he had accidentally done it before. They told me if I concentrate, I can do it again. He remembered one of the few things the recruiters taught him about being a metahuman. He could control if he put the effort, why wasn't he being able to, then?

"This suck balls." Braxton said out loud as he hit the wall with the palm of his hand.

Perhaps he had to find another way to escape this prison.

[Ethan White]

Ethan was bored. The fourteen-year old sat silently in one of the classroom chairs, slouched forward with his legs idly swinging back and forth, eyes fixated on the clock in the middle of the room. He’s been staring at the blank chalkboard for a good forty-five or so minutes now, periodically standing up to open one of the books in his father’s desk and scan it before quickly putting it back among the stack again. Why must the books not only be filled with more words than can ever be imagined (no pictures!), they’re also old and smelly? God is there anything else he can do around here?

You see, Ethan was promised by his father that he’d take him out shopping for supplies that he’ll need for his class’ trip to Disneyland. (His mom was had promised to watch Chris’s game first, unfortunately). The boy’s been waiting for the trip since forever, rushing to Hammel from the local elementary once class was over. Unfortunately for him, Adam’s been called onto an emergency faculty meeting and Ethan had no choice but to wait.

He was just about to get back to his seat and stare at the clock once more when he saw a boy from out the window, seemingly angry at the wall. He just stood there and looked at the boy’s back for a few minutes, an unknown warm feeling swelling from inside him. He can’t explain it, but he just had to go out and try to talk to the boy (he later attributes it to being so bored beyond compare). He hesitated for a minute (biting his lip as he blushed) before grabbing the basketball he brought and running outside.

“Hey kid,” he said nonchalantly, dribbling the ball as he approached the boy, “What’cha doing? I’m bored. Want to play ball with me?” Pretty lame, but hey, he says he’s only fourteen. Give him more time and he’d master the art of icebreakers.

[Braxton Carson]

"Aaa!" Braxton jumped aside as he heard someone behind him. "Who are you? Are you one of them mutants?!" He looked at the other boy cautious. As far as he knew, the boy could be one of the people that brought him to Hammel in first place disguised as a kid. "I don't like mutants, I don't talk to mutants and I don't play with mutants."

He crossed his arms and turned his back towards the boy. As much he needed, and wanted, a friend in Hammel, he was still not comfortable with the concept of metahumans. He couldn't understand them, and so he was scared of them. He was scared of himself.

"So you should better leave." He kept attempting to jump the wall. "Because I shoot laser beams through my eyes and I can kill you."

[Ethan White]

At first Ethan felt bad when the boy seemed rather startled to see him, but then he started blabbering about mutants and whatever it was that the older teen found it really cute just couldn’t help but laugh. “Wait you aren’t meta?” Despite not knowing what ‘political correctness’ is, growing up with both meta parents told Ethan that calling them ‘mutants’ is bad. It also helped that ‘mutants’ in TV – at least those monsters that rise up from ‘radioactive spills’ – are hideous and scary; his parents are anything but (until his mom figures out it’s him who’s been cleaning the cookie jar out every night).

“I don’t believe you,” said young Ethan with a smirk, ball curled up under one hand while the other rested in his hip. It’s what he calls his ‘arrogant and intimidating look’ (it doesn’t work with Chris so he’s hoping it’d work with a complete stranger). “I don’t think you can do anything but turn into a chicken. Oh wait, are you using your powers already?” Yes, he thinks that’s very funny, hence the laugh.

“And I’m no ‘mutant’,” he finally relented, using air-quotes as he said the forbidden word, “At least not yet. Hopefully my powers will show up in a few days. I wish it’ll make me fly.” Or turn him into a dog. Or make him spew fire. He’s really not that picky.

“Catch!”

[Braxton Carson]

Meta? Braxton had heard that word before. Several times. It was what they called people like him and his sister, but he had never been careful enough to remember and use it. He didn't care if mutant was hurtful or not. He kept saying to himself that he was not one of them.

"Shut up, I'm not a mutant." He raised his voice a bit. "And I'm not a chicken either. YOU are the chicken."

Who was this kid suddenly calling him a chicken? Was he looking for a fight? Because even though Braxton had never fought in his life, since Sawyer did all the fighting for him, he was pretty much ready to start right now, fueled by all the anger he'd been having ever since his twin sister proved to be a meta and got taken away. It was all there waiting to explode at any time.

"Oh good, you're normal." He calmed himself a bit. "Then you're my friend," He turned around. "and I need you to..." Catch? Braxton turned his head around to quickly notice the ball just inches from his head. "Aaa!" He yelled not so loud as the ball hit him in the face. "What the heck dude?" He passed a hand through his face and checked his nose which hurt particularly more. Good thing it wasn't bleeding. "It's not time to play, we have an important mission." Braxton kicked the ball aside, inadvertently using his power with it and sending it flying farther than a boy his age could have done. "But it's a secret mission." He walked up to the other boy. "So we're getting code-names. I'll be..." He pointed his finger at him. "Jack Sparrow." He said, remembering he'd been anxious for the new Pirates of the Caribbean film in the following months. "And you'll be..." He pressed his index finger in the other boy's chest. "erm... Barbossa. Yes." He nodded. "And our mission is to help me escape this school."

[Ethan White]

And he thought Chris was the only guy in the world who made no sense whatsoever whenever he opened that mouth of his. Seems he was wrong.

Fourteen year-old Ethan could only laugh at the sheer ridiculousness of the words coming out of the young boy’s mouth. While he’s not sure if he indeed was meta or not (the admittance, albeit comical, then sudden denial threw him off guard), he could care less about it right now; the boy’s proving himself to be rather interesting even without the ability to scale walls with his bare hands or trample buildings with his voice. There’s just something in the way he speaks that’s both intriguing and adorable all rolled in one. (Who knew even as a child Braxton was a charmer?)

“God you are such a pussy,” giggled the young boy as Braxton yelped in pain, Ethan clutching the sides of his stomach as he laughed with a wee bit of exaggeration. But just to make sure he didn’t hurt the yapping boy (he still has quite the guilt after all), he walked over, held the boy’s chin and moved him from side to side. “It’s nothing. Just proves who’s the real chicken pussy between us, right?” he winked before walking towards his ball. Thank god it didn’t roll over to the pond.

Ethan eyed the boy with a smirk as he talked about them having a ‘mission’. Seems rather childish, but hey the boy is cuteseems so alone that it doesn’t seem like indulging him would be a bad thing anyway. “Why are we pirates? Can’t we be ninjas instead?” Cue the ridiculous crane pose, complete with the ball rolling down from his hips. “Barbossa? He’s ugly,” he whined, pouting slightly, “And why do you get to be Jack Sparrow? Why can’t I be him?” He’s tired of being the plucky sidekick all the time. He’s not playing with Chris anymore so might as well fight for the helm of the leader.

“If I’ll be Barbossa, you’d be Davey Jones. You’re as ugly as him,” the boy stuck his tongue out, “Or I could be Will Turner. I’d be happy with that, I think.” Going to take some convincing to get this boy on board, as it seems.

“Why are you escaping anyway?”

[Braxton Carson]

"Don't touch my face." Braxton quickly slapped the boy's hand away. "That's gay, dude. And YOU are the chicken."

Ok now it was time to think of a plan. Apparently jumping the wall was not going to work that good, but at least he had a partner to help him, right? No. Such partner was complaining about his codename decisions and making The Matrix-like poses.

"Well newsflash, you're ugly too." Brax crossed his arms in his chest as the slightly older boy mentioned that Barbossa was too ugly for it to be his nickname. "An ugly chicken. You want that to be your codename? Fine. Ugly-Chicken it is then." He then sighed as Ugly-Chicken kept whining about... everything. "Oh so Will Turner is cute enough for you? See? Gay." Brax finally uncrossed his arms hoping that was the last of his whining. "Davy Jones, Jack Sparrow, whatever Ugly-Chicken, come'on, let's go."

He grabbed the boy by his shoulders and started pushing him towards the main courtyard road, away from the wall. He hadn't thought much about it, but maybe now that it was a two-man mission, his original plan, the simplest one, could work. If only Ugly-Chicken would shut up and comply.

"Because." Brax plainly answered the brunette's question as he led the way, stopping when they were close to the main gate. "Ok Ugly-Chicken, we're here. See that guard?" He pointed towards the guarded main gate. "Go talk and entertain him so I can sneak past him, ok?" Brax opened his eyes widely and gave Ugly-Chicken about half a second to reply. No more, no less. Afterwards, he just grabbed the boy his his shoulders again and pushed him towards the main gate. "Now go!"

[Ethan White]

It seems that there’s just no reasoning with this kid.

Ethan gave the younger boy an exaggerated look of disgust and shock when his hand got slapped away, his jaw almost dropping to the ground before he brought it up again to make one of the duckiest duck-pouts he’s ever done. “You’re mean you know that,” he grumbled, mentally kicking himself for not being able to think of as decent of a nickname as ‘Ugly-Chicken’. (It’s always been Chris or Brea making the funny ones; Ethan just uses whatever it is a lot that it sticks). “I’m not gay. And I’m not ugly.” He gave the boy a half-hearted punch on the arm (not enough to hurt, he thinks) and growled. “Pussy-Face.”

And before he knew it, he was being dragged halfway across the courtyard, told something about distracting a certain guard then shoved carelessly in front of one. The older boy caught only about half or even less of what Pussy-Face said, mostly because he was busy being mad at himself for even coming down from his father’s room and talking to the brat. If only he wasn’t so bored and he didn’t look so darn adorable from afar.

“Wait what-Oh hi Mr. Simmons,” said the boy with a grin, quickly recovering as he bumped into the rather plump man manning the gate. Not really knowing what he was supposed to do (or supposed to say even), he simply stood there for a few seconds, wide grin on his face as the man looked at him quizzically. “I...err…umm…did Dad l-leave yet? I’ve been in his room for an hour now and h-he still hasn’t come b-back.” Innocent enough right?

Enough for it to be bought by Mr. Simmons, apparently. The man simply laughed and gave Ethan a reassuring pat on the shoulder, telling him that he’d stop his father’s car if it passes through and give Mr. White a stern talking to about leaving his kid behind, if that ever happens.

While technically he wasn’t lying, Ethan could still feel his palms getting all sweaty and clammy. Sure he still has his smile on, but he could feel it breaking any moment now. When he saw Pussy-Face on the side of his eye, he quickly excused himself from the man and grabbed the sneaking boy by the arm back to the courtyard and dragged him back out of sight.

“Since when did ‘sneaking out’ really mean sneaking out?” A rather weird question, but Ethan was sort of panicking for some reason. “I thought we were playing? And why would you shove me into there? What am I supposed to do again?”

Ugly-Chicken says he’d never stop whining, apparently.

ooc:
Another late and crappy post. Yes, I am on a roll today. T___T. Sorry.
- Jam

[Braxton Carson]

Pussy-face? Now that was rude. That was also swearing, something Braxton wasn't used to. He was a good boy, after all, and now he was a mutant, in a prison, without his sister and with a kid calling him ugly and pussy-face. He had been feeling like exploding for a while now, maybe this was the time to do so just a little bit.

"Well you're a dickface you Ugly-Chicken." There. Brax's swearing-virginity lost to this boy. It made feel just a little above very good.

Finally Ugly-Chicken was entertaining the guard, and he was doing it very well. Brax could just walk out normally, but the feeling of being a spy forced him to sneak out in a very cartoonish way. He could already feel the air of freedom outside. He could already start to feel a little bit of bliss as he passed just behind the silly guard. Oh the things he would do outside... Well in reality he had no idea what he would do outside. he hadn't thought about it. It's not like he had any money on him to go back to New York. He realized he should have thought about this better just as Ugly-Chicken pulled him back inside into the courtyard. Brax attempted to escape the boy's grip, but he was older and thus stronger, so there was nothing Brax could do besides attempting not to fall. When they finally stopped, Brax swayed his arm away from the kid, who released his grip on him and started yapping.

"What are you dumb?" Braxton face-palmed himself. "It was obvious I was sneaking out." He pointed at the gate. "I was literally out. Why would you pull me back in?" He shook his head slowly in disappointment. Of all the kids in this school he had to enlist the dumbest one. "You know what, just leave it like that, Ugly-Chicken. I can keep trying to jump the wall by myself, it's just fine. I was doing fine before you arrived anyway."

[Ethan White]

Oh how future!Ethan (or present!Ethan, since this is set in the past) would revel in the fact that he’s taken Braxton’s swearing-virginity. It’s not exactly the virginity he wants to take from Braxton, but the brunette says he’d gladly settle for it. Now if only he knew back then that it was his current best friend he’s talking to. Though with the way things are going, it doesn’t seem like he’ll be getting the boy’s name anytime soon.

Who knew history can be such a bitch?

As it was, fourteen year-old Ethan found himself mum after thirteen year-old Brax’s outburst, simply staring at him as he blinked unceremoniously. For some reason it hit him so bad. Had he been that mean to the young boy? What did he do exactly to make him seem that angry? Was it something he said or something he did?

Thank god he didn’t have much time to deal with it since within moments, he was dragged to the gate, shoved to Mr. Simmons and forced to blab about stuff he barely had any idea about.

“I…I…” Ethan barely had time to collect his thoughts when the young boy once again raged on him, making him feel like he actually did the wrong thing instead. (But sneaking out is bad, right?). He’s grown out of crying since he was eight, but for some reason, he could feel himself tearing up. Something he can’t do, he thinks, not in front of Pussy-McDouche-y-face.

It took a while for him to calm down and form enough coherent thoughts to speak to the young boy again, and by that time he’s a few steps away already. “Hey!” he shouted towards the boy, grabbing Braxton’s shoulder and wiping the sides of his eyes with his sleeve, “Give me another chance? I…I’ll help you sneak out this time. I promise.”

After that little debacle is settled, he grabbed the boy by his hand and dragged him back to the gate. “Mr. Simmons, can you tell Dad that I just walked home? It’s almost-” –quick glance to the clock behind the guard’s little office– “-five and we kind of told Bobby’s parents they can pick him up at our house by five-thirty.” He gestured to Braxton just behind him. “Thanks Mr. Simmons!”

Once they’re a good block or two from the school, Ethan finally stopped and turned to Braxton, flashing him a huge grin. “It worked! It worked! I can’t believe it did!” Yes, it was the first time the boy lied about something this big. Seems Braxton took some sort of virginity from Ethan too after all. “So what now?”

In his nervousness though, he didn’t realize that he still held the boy’s hand. Or that he squeezed it a little too tightly as he talked to Mr. Simmons and they took their first steps outside the Institute.

[Braxton Carson]

Braxton had no time to waste if he wanted to escape this prison. Soon they were probably going to start looking for him, and he had the hunch these people were rather good at their job, so finding him would not be too hard for them. That's why he had to take the upper hand by running away as fast as he could. The more time he was in front, the better, he thought.

Surprised by Ugly-Chicken's sudden desire to help, Braxton let himself be dragged back to the gate, where the brunette started talking to the guard again. For a moment there, Braxton facepalmed himself, how was he supposed to sneak out if he was in front of the guard? But his sudden ally had thought ahead of him, and so Braxton only waved after his role of "Bobby" was pointed out to the guard. Great! After they were out, Braxton carried out his role with a straight face, maintaning his posture out of nervousness. Only after the other boy broke the silence and started jumping of joy, Braxton breathed normally, letting out one big sigh.

The boy imposed very good questions. What now? The best guess was calling a cab and going to the airport, but how would he pay the taxi and how would he pay his tickets back to NY? Could he call his parents to help him or would they send him back to Hammel? How he missed Sawyer, she was better at these things.

"I..." He looked down as he kept thinking. "don't know..." He kept his head down. What now? What now? What now? Wh... Are we holding hands?! He quickly released the other boy's hand and turned around so he wouldn't tell how he was blushing furiously. "I..." He grabbed the back of his neck, still giving his back to the other kid. "You know, thanks. I can totally handle myself on my own." He totally couldn't. Five years later, he still couldn't. "You're free to... I don't know, go do whatever." He let the words sink in for a moment. "Also, I'm sorry about your ball, heh."

[Ethan White]

Ethan only noticed that they’ve been holding hands all this time after Braxton abruptly pulled his hand and turned away, which made the boy even more embarrassed. Unconsciously he mirrored what the younger boy did, though his blush and neck-scratch was accompanied by a sheepish smile. Oddly enough, he only felt embarrassed because Braxton felt embarrassed.

If the boy was a little too honest with himself, he rather liked it. Linking hands with the noisy little brat who he helped escaped Hammel, that is.

“You know it’s rude to talk to people like that, Mr. McDouche,” he said with a grin, once he’s sure his blush had died down. Since the boy doesn’t seem like turning back at him any time soon, he decided it’s going to be him who has to make the move (again?). Not that he’s complaining.

Shaking his head one last time, he walked over the boy and went in front of him. “Right. Says the boy who needed my help getting out of the school.” He pushed the younger boy’s shoulder lightly and laughed, motioning for them to walk already. “If we don’t move now, you won’t have that much of a free time. Dad says Hammel has trackers, like Mr. Kim and Ms. Harriet. And Dr. Neville is a strong mindreader who can locate people too. There’s also Ms. Beetlestone who has superhearing. I could go on and on you know.”

After giving the boy one last grin, he began walking towards town. “You know I’m craving for some muffins. Want some? Mrs. Freida’s bakery is just around the corner. You can’t run away with an empty stomach, right?” Who knew saving his extra lunch money for two weeks now would be useful?

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[Braxton Carson]

"Hey, I'm not a douche, you are a douche!" Braxton exclaimed as he crossed his arms. Apparently clever comebacks were a skill learned with practice.

You can't blame him. Up until now Brax had lived a quite peaceful life. It wasn't perfect, and it may had lacked parental figures, but he had always had Sawyer. His "big" sister. He was always with her, and if someone dared to call him douche, they were already being punched by Sawyer by the time Braxton even acknowledged he was being offended verbally. But now there was no older sister, or so he was telling himself, so he had to defend himself. He had to learn and he had to harden himself. He couldn't be a kid anymore, could he? He had to be a man. One that is able to take care of himself alone, even if Ugly-Chicken believed he couldn't, one that could defend his honor either verbally or physically, one that wouldn't whine or cry or be childish.

"I don't eat muffins." He looked aside and raised his chest a little. "Muffins and candy are for kids and girls and I," He pointed at himself. "am a man now."

It sounded incredibly convincing for a thirteen years old boy. Which only made it look rather funny. He was serious, though. He had a very serious expression. He kept thinking about what the older boy had just mentioned about having trackers. He wasn't completely sure what "tracker" meant, but he said there was someone who could read minds and had superhearing. Damn. Braxton just knew they were going to get caught, but he just... He couldn't give up. He was out, he couldn't give up just now.

"Come'on." He said as he started to run.

Destination? Unknown. Not like he knew the town anyway. He turned around in random blocks and probably noticed he was running in circles only about five minutes later, when he finally stopped running.

"Why didn't you tell me we had passed through this street before?" He started panting heavily as he threw himself in the sidewalk, sitting up and ignoring any passerby that might look strangely at him. "Ugh, what am I going to do?!?!"

[Ethan White]

Tell Ethan about the whole Brax-being-defended-by-Sawyer thing in the present (or in the future, since this all happened in the past) and he’d laugh. Hard. Think of it as some crazy tale one has concocted. Blame the animosity that has grown into epic proportions between the two siblings over the years.

But should he learn about it himself, he’d be extremely disappointed at how life turned out for the Carson twins. You can just bet that the brunette would lay it on himself to find a way to reconcile the two. (Maybe grab Jack to help him with the intervention of sorts).

Fourteen year-old Ethan laughed loudly when Brax did the whole I’m-a-man routine. Not only was it rather comical, but it reminded him of his own little brother. Chris does the same thing frequently, especially when big brother tells him not to do something because he might get hurt. In short, thirteen year-old Braxton’s adorable-factor just leaped heights with such a gesture. “Sure thing boss,” he shrugged, happily tagging along Braxton as they ran in circles around town.

“Well, didn’t you just tell me earlier that you’re a man now? I figured you’d notice that anyway,” said the boy as he panted hard, trying his best to keep a smile on. Ethan did try to tell the boy that, but he was just too tired to even speak. Seems he really needs to start exercising. “You’re lost, are you Mr. ManlyMan?” Yup, the nicknames just keep on coming. Ethan feels proud of them though, no matter how pathetic they might sound. “Lucky for you, you’ve got me.” He extended his arm, hoping Brax would grab it so they’d be able to move from the sidewalk. “Come on, you crybaby.”

Now that he’s the one leading the ragtag duo (or so he believes), he happily led the other boy to the bakery. “All that running’s made me hungry,” he said simply when they entered the shop. “Can I get two banana muffins and two bottles of milk please Mrs. Freida?” grinned the boy as he told his companion to go grab a table on the side, “Oh and maybe add a cinnamon roll on the side.”

“Here. You’ll love it,” grinned Ethan when he finally got to the table, tray with goodies in hand. “Where do you plan on going anyway? Sneaking out to watch a movie? Buy new clothes? Pee?”

Oh, and present!Ethan would like to ask if this qualifies as a date.

[Braxton Carson]

"What? I'm not lost." Braxton stood in his two feet with the boy's help. Since when he had become so heavy? He couldn't tell if it was his tiredness or his power acting up, but whichever was, he tried his best to not even look tired and stopped panting. "I'm not a crybaby, shut up."

He made an instinctively rather-mad-ish face with the older boy's comment. Why did he have to keep bothering him? He hated people like that. Bullies. He didn't understood why they had to be bugging people, making cruel comments and nicknames all the time and just being asses about anything, like other people's feelings didn't matter. It was unfair and he did felt mad. I'm not a crybaby. It just reassured Braxton that he needed to grow up, mature and harden himself.

Arms crossed and serious face, Braxton followed the older brunette, walking a meter behind him. The smell of fresh pastries invaded his nostrils as they entered the shop and he found it rather soothing, reminding him the many times his and Sawyer's nanny baked him goodies. Oh how much he loved them. But he was mad. He had no idea what to do or where to go, he didn't want a muffin, he wanted to go home. With an even more serious face, he followed the other boy's instructions and sat in one of the tables. He didn't even like taking orders, so why was he? He shouldn't be taking orders from him nor from anyone. He was madder to the point he was starting to feel sad. Sawyer was out of the question, so if only he had another older brother who could tell him everything was going to be fine...

"I don't want any." He said, his arms apparently stuck crossed in his chest. "I don't know what I'm going to do, leave me alone."

It was so hard to to think of what to do. Braxton clearly didn't want to watch a movie or buy clothes or something. He wanted to go home and another kid not that older was clearly not going to help him, was him?

"I want to go home." He said as he bursted into tears, letting his head fall into the table as he covered it with his hands.