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Jorel stepped out of the building and looked around. For the first time in several years he saw the sun again, and he quickly closed his eyes. He had to get used to the light again. But it felt so good to finally breathe in the fresh air, to hear the birds singing, to smell the grass and the trees. Carefully he opened his eyes again, this time he quickly got used to the light.

The building under which he had been locked up was standing in a forest – the Italian guessed it was the one behind the school building. The piece of land was large. Sure they had been able to lock Jorel up somewhere several kilometers away from the school, so that he couldn't cause any trouble.

He sighed and got on his knees before he let himself fall back. Laying on the ground, he looked to the sky and watched the clouds move. When he was a kid, he would often go to a place far away from any humans. Deep into the forest. Where he would lie around all day and just enjoy the silence. His power was driving him insane constantly, this was the only way he could forget about it for some time.

But right now, he couldn't just shut the world away. The black-haired felt the tears running down his face and he started sobbing and shaking like crazy. The images in his head just wouldn't go away. His subconscious mind was playing tricks on him, it started to remind him of all the people who had suffered because of him, it reminded him of all the years he had been locked up, of that disgusting guy who just hadn't been able to take his hands away from him. Of all the pain and humiliation he had suffered in the past years and which he didn't know he could remember – until now.

Jorel just wanted to get away, he wanted to shake off all the pain and all the disgust, he felt dirty and worthless. He was a failure, a complete failure. A failure who was somehow unable to just bring an end to it. He had already thought about killing himself when he had been younger. He wanted it to happen so badly, but he was unable to complete give up.

He was too strong.

- - - - - - - - - -

That evening, George was talking a walk on the campus. He had been spending most of the day with his guys, and now he was spending some time by himself, walking around and smoking a cigarette. Not many students were outside anymore, most of them were in the dorms, just as George's friends. He sat down on one of the benches and lit up another cigarette – his third one already. He leaned back and took a puff.

The Irishman really enjoyed his time at this school, it was even better than expected. He felt great right now, the day had been perfect, the only thing that was missing right now was a bottle of beer.

He sat there for minutes, smoking his cigarette. Just when he wanted to get up and head to his dorm again, he noticed a silhouette some meters away from him. George turned his head and saw the guy who was slowly stepping into the light of the lamps which lit up the campus. That guy was kind of stumbling around, he looked weak, and George was on his feet immediately.

Within a second, he was by the stranger's side and managed to catch him before he hit the ground. He held the black-haired in his arms and looked down to him. The boy was still conscious but George figured he wouldn't be for long, because he looked tired and weak and ill. The black-haired reached out and grabbed George's arm.

“Hey... what happened...?”, George quietly asked and put his hand on the other one's cheek, feeling his stubbly, dark facial hair on his skin. Dark, brown eyes were staring into light blue ones. The stranger parted his lips and tried to speak. “H-help..”, was all that came out of his mouth before he passed out. George tried to wake him up, several minutes, but it didn't work. What was he supposed to do? Maybe he should bring the other boy to the infirmary. There just had to be someone right now who was on call.

Quickly, George lifted the boy up and carried him across the campus. He was heading to the school in which there was also an infirmary. He ran, not wanting to waste any more time. Maybe the boy was seriously ill or something. “Just... just a few more meters.”, George panted and looked at the other one's face. He looked emaciated, but still so pretty. George almost stumbled because he just couldn't take his eyes away from the stranger in his arms. Why was he thinking that the other one looked pretty... and attractive? He was supposed to think that about pretty girls, wasn't he?

The Irishman finally reached the school building and quickly ran inside. No one was wandering around the halls, everyone seemed to be in their dorms and the teachers were also away. It was evening after all, of course no one was here anymore. He ran down the long halls, trying to remember where the infirmary was. He couldn't, so he just ran around, breathing heavily. George was not the kind of guy who did a lot of sports, so his stamina fucking sucked. But fortunately, he eventually spotted the sign which said 'infirmary' and he ran towards it. Without knocking, he just opened the door and ran inside. One of the several nurses looked to him and was startled, but then she reacted quickly and went over to George. Only shortly after, the other nurses did as well.

“What happened?”, the young and pretty nurse asked and told George to bring the boy over to one of the hospital beds.

“I was outside, and he suddenly showed up and collapsed. I didn't know what to do...”, George explained and carefully put the black-haired onto the bed. He then was pushed to the side by one of the older nurses and they felt his pulse and checked his breathing. “His pulse and breathing is normal. He just seems to be very exhausted and dehydrated...”, the younger lady said and looked to her older colleague. But said one grew silent, she didn't say anything.

“What's wrong...?”, George wanted to know and looked to the patient, being immediately stunned by his pretty face again. But he didn't get an answer from the nurses. The older one eventually raised her head and then went away from the bed.

“I'm gonna call the guards. Get away from the bed.”, she said and pushed the huge red button which was next to the door, on the wall. “We need the guards”, she spoke into the inter phone next to the button, “Jorel Decker escaped, he's in the infirmary.” George didn't understand what was going on. “What are you doing?! Why don't you help him?!”, he growled.

“The guards will be here in a minute and they will lock him up again before he can hurt anyone.”, the nurse spoke to her younger colleagues, and they just nodded. They seemed scared, but George didn't know why, he was confused and had that bad feeling that something seriously bad was going to happen to this pretty guy. He turned his head to look at him again. How... how could this guy hurt anyone? That made no sense.

“Why... why would they lock him up?!”, George asked and was quickly by the guy's side, whose name seemed to be Jorel. Was it possible that he was that person they saw on their first day at school? The guy with the mask and chains? Back then he had felt so fucking bad for this guy, and now... now he wouldn't let them lock him away again. No one deserved to be treated like this. He wrapped his arms around Jorel and lifted him up from the bed.

“Don't you dare taking him with you!”, the elder lady hissed and pointed at him, but the student honestly didn't care. He would take the guy with him. “I don't care what you say...”, he grumbled and went to the door. Without touching the door, it swung open and George walked into the hall. He didn't want to hurt anyone, but he wouldn't let them hurt Jorel. There was something really special about him, George just knew that. He had this feeling which just wouldn't go away. He had to save him.

George started running, just as he had done before, but this one in the opposite direction. He would bring the black-haired to his dorm, and he would protect him. “Don't worry, I won't let them hurt you...”, he said and then took a deep breath, he ran around one of the corners and then he abruptly stopped. At least ten guards were standing in front of him, all dressed up in bulletproof jackets and helmets, and... and with AK 47's, pointing at him.

“Are you... are you fucking kidding me?”, George laughed and raised his eyebrows.

“Let him go, kiddo! We don't want to hurt you!”, one of the guys said. None of them moved an inch. George bit his lower lip. What the fuck was he doing here? He was about to get shot and die here on the floor, only because he was trying to protect a guy he didn't even know. “I... I will not let him go! Come on, shoot!”

George waited, he was prepared, but no one shot him. Such pussies. He started to laugh. “I guess none of you have any good powers, because if you had, you wouldn't need guns to stop me.” With slightly moving one of his fingers, he made the AK's fly out of the guards' hands, down the long halls, and they hit the wall. Now these guys were complete helpless.

“I'll say it again, let him go!” Eventually, they moved and ran towards George, but again, the Irishman raised his hand and all of them were thrown against the walls. George now could continue running away, out of the school building and across the campus. He turned around for a second, but they weren't following him. They had either given up because George was too strong or they wanted to get their weapons first. But they were too slow, George had reached the dorm and ran inside. Once he was on the stairs, he slowed down and breathed heavily. He had managed to save this guy...

Dylan looked up in surprise when suddenly the door of his and George's dorm room swung open. George stepped inside, with Jorel on his arms. Danny and Aron, who also were in the room, turned their heads to look at their friend who had just arrived.

“George... what happened?!”, Danny asked and got up from George's bed, so that the Irishman could put the unconscious boy on the bed. “You will never believe me what just happened...” He sat down, and started to tell his friends.

- - - - - - - - -

“I can't believe that they just wanted to lock him up... He looked so helpless and hurt, I just had to help him.”, George said and looked to Jorel who was still not conscious.

“Shit, George...”, Aron sighed. He had been silent during the whole time when George had told them his story, but now he just had to say something. George didn't know ANYTHING. “Jorel Decker. You guys have no idea who that is, have you?”, he said and looked to his friends, but all of them shook their heads. “You just rescued a fucking murderer.”

George's eyes widened and he stared at Aron, then he looked to Jorel again. “What... This... this can't be true. He doesn't look like he could hurt anyon-”

“But he did! Why do you think they locked him up years ago?!”, Aron hissed and got up on his feet. He went to the window and looked outside, then turned around again. “His parents brought him here several years ago, they just didn't know what to do and hoped that this school would help. This kid has been terrorizing everyone, and he was brought here when he was ten fucking years old. Normally 18 or 19 year olds come here, people like us, but he's different.”

“What's his power?”, Danny wanted to know. He was shaking a little, because he was so scared of what Aron was about to tell. Dylan looked to the window and saw a thunderbolt light up the sky. He rolled his eyes and looked to Daniel. “Danny, you need to fucking control your power.”, he laughed. Danny lowered his head and quietly apologized, he was ashamed. The Mexican pulled Danny closer and wrapped his large arm around the smaller one, trying to calm him down.

“Telepathy.”, Aron answered.

“He can... read minds?” George was amazed. That was a fucking badass power, but also fucking scary.

“He can also control them. When he was 12, at some point he completely went nuts and made dozens of teachers and students kill themselves. It was a fucking massacre. People are still talking about it all the time, there was blood everywhere, he fucking killed people. He's dangerous and I'm afraid we are fucked when he wakes up. You brought a killer here, George.” Aron sat down and closed his eyes before he ran his hand over his face. “I don't wanna die yet...”

A loud thunder suddenly could be heard. The guys cringed, only Danny didn't. “Calm down, Danny...”, Dylan whispered and slightly stroke Daniel's back with his large hand. The brunette turned his head and looked Dylan into the eyes. The Hispanic smiled. But then he looked to Aron. “You don't even know if he's gonna hurt us.”

“I'm sure he had his reasons why he did those things.”, George mumbled. He seriously didn't want to listen to what Aron had to say right now.

“I'll go to my room then... But don't be surprised if the guards show up here in the middle of the night.”, Aron said and then just left the room, wishing his friends a good night. “Then I'm gonna kick them out!”, George shouted after him, but then grew silent. He couldn't explain it, but he just had this feeling, he knew that Jorel wasn't going to hurt him and his friends. The way he had looked at George before he passed out... George just knew he wouldn't hurt anyone.

“Have you calmed down a little?”, Dylan quietly asked Danny. He had noticed that the weather was slowly getting better. No thunder anymore. Danny looked his friend into the eyes. He smiled shyly and nodded. “I guess. Aren't you afraid that this guy will hurt us?” Dylan sighed. “I am. But we haven't done anything, so why should he?”

“Was it a mistake to bring him here...? I... I just couldn't let them hurt him.”, George said, not looking at his friends. He had grabbed Jorel's hand and now slightly squeezed it.

“It wasn't.”, Danny said. “We're not mad. You were just trying to help, so...”

George wanted to answer, but suddenly he felt the black-haired's hand moving. Dylan, Danny and George looked to him and watched as he awoke. All of them were completely silent, since they didn't really know what to expect. Finally, Jorel opened his eyes very slowly. He looked to the ceiling, then from left to right, and eventually his brown eyes met with George blue one's, just as they had done earlier.

Jorel remembered George. He remembered that this guy had caught him when he had been about to hit the ground. He felt how the larger male squeezed his hand and he turned his head to look to Danny and Dylan. Jorel knew that they were nervous and didn't know how to act.

'Is... is he gonna hurt us...?'
'Maybe... maybe we should just leave him alone.'

“Don't... don't be scared...”, Jorel grated and closed his eyes. “Please...”

'Oh my God. His voice is gorgeous.'

“Do you need anything? Jorel, right?”, George asked. The Italian slightly nodded. “Water, please...” George looked around and spotted some bottles of water next to his and Dylan's little fridge, so he raised his hand and one of the bottles flew across the room, right into his hand. He heard the black-haired chuckle slightly. The Irishman grinned and opened the bottle, while Jorel slowly sat up and leaned against the wall. “Great power...”

“Not as great as yours, I guess.” George gave Jorel the bottle and the smaller one took one large sip after another. He immediately was feeling better, it helped a lot. “Mine isn't that great...”, Jorel whispered and looked George into the eyes. For a while they just looked each other into the eyes, and Jorel was the first one to look away. There was this weird tension between the two of them. Jorel didn't know what that meant, he had never experienced something like that. He was confused and unsure, there were just some things in this world which he didn't how to deal with yet. He had been a fucking kid when they locked him away and he had missed so much in his life.

“Thank you for helping me.”, the black-haired whispered. He felt how George grabbed and held his hand again. But he didn't feel like pulling away.

“What's your name?” - “I'm George...” They both smiled.

There was something... really special about George.

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Jorel stepped out of the building and looked around. For the first time in several years he saw the sun again, and he quickly closed his eyes. He had to get used to the light again. But it felt so good to finally breathe in the fresh air, to hear the birds singing, to smell the grass and the trees. Carefully he opened his eyes again, this time he quickly got used to the light.

The building under which he had been locked up was standing in a forest – the Italian guessed it was the one behind the school building. The piece of land was large. Sure they had been able to lock Jorel up somewhere several kilometers away from the school, so that he couldn't cause any trouble.

He sighed and got on his knees before he let himself fall back. Laying on the ground, he looked to the sky and watched the clouds move. When he was a kid, he would often go to a place far away from any humans. Deep into the forest. Where he would lie around all day and just enjoy the silence. His power was driving him insane constantly, this was the only way he could forget about it for some time.

But right now, he couldn't just shut the world away. The black-haired felt the tears running down his face and he started sobbing and shaking like crazy. The images in his head just wouldn't go away. His subconscious mind was playing tricks on him, it started to remind him of all the people who had suffered because of him, it reminded him of all the years he had been locked up, of that disgusting guy who just hadn't been able to take his hands away from him. Of all the pain and humiliation he had suffered in the past years and which he didn't know he could remember – until now.

Jorel just wanted to get away, he wanted to shake off all the pain and all the disgust, he felt dirty and worthless. He was a failure, a complete failure. A failure who was somehow unable to just bring an end to it. He had already thought about killing himself when he had been younger. He wanted it to happen so badly, but he was unable to complete give up.

He was too strong.

- - - - - - - - - -

That evening, George was talking a walk on the campus. He had been spending most of the day with his guys, and now he was spending some time by himself, walking around and smoking a cigarette. Not many students were outside anymore, most of them were in the dorms, just as George's friends. He sat down on one of the benches and lit up another cigarette – his third one already. He leaned back and took a puff.

The Irishman really enjoyed his time at this school, it was even better than expected. He felt great right now, the day had been perfect, the only thing that was missing right now was a bottle of beer.

He sat there for minutes, smoking his cigarette. Just when he wanted to get up and head to his dorm again, he noticed a silhouette some meters away from him. George turned his head and saw the guy who was slowly stepping into the light of the lamps which lit up the campus. That guy was kind of stumbling around, he looked weak, and George was on his feet immediately.

Within a second, he was by the stranger's side and managed to catch him before he hit the ground. He held the black-haired in his arms and looked down to him. The boy was still conscious but George figured he wouldn't be for long, because he looked tired and weak and ill. The black-haired reached out and grabbed George's arm.

“Hey... what happened...?”, George quietly asked and put his hand on the other one's cheek, feeling his stubbly, dark facial hair on his skin. Dark, brown eyes were staring into light blue ones. The stranger parted his lips and tried to speak. “H-help..”, was all that came out of his mouth before he passed out. George tried to wake him up, several minutes, but it didn't work. What was he supposed to do? Maybe he should bring the other boy to the infirmary. There just had to be someone right now who was on call.

Quickly, George lifted the boy up and carried him across the campus. He was heading to the school in which there was also an infirmary. He ran, not wanting to waste any more time. Maybe the boy was seriously ill or something. “Just... just a few more meters.”, George panted and looked at the other one's face. He looked emaciated, but still so pretty. George almost stumbled because he just couldn't take his eyes away from the stranger in his arms. Why was he thinking that the other one looked pretty... and attractive? He was supposed to think that about pretty girls, wasn't he?

The Irishman finally reached the school building and quickly ran inside. No one was wandering around the halls, everyone seemed to be in their dorms and the teachers were also away. It was evening after all, of course no one was here anymore. He ran down the long halls, trying to remember where the infirmary was. He couldn't, so he just ran around, breathing heavily. George was not the kind of guy who did a lot of sports, so his stamina fucking sucked. But fortunately, he eventually spotted the sign which said 'infirmary' and he ran towards it. Without knocking, he just opened the door and ran inside. One of the several nurses looked to him and was startled, but then she reacted quickly and went over to George. Only shortly after, the other nurses did as well.

“What happened?”, the young and pretty nurse asked and told George to bring the boy over to one of the hospital beds.

“I was outside, and he suddenly showed up and collapsed. I didn't know what to do...”, George explained and carefully put the black-haired onto the bed. He then was pushed to the side by one of the older nurses and they felt his pulse and checked his breathing. “His pulse and breathing is normal. He just seems to be very exhausted and dehydrated...”, the younger lady said and looked to her older colleague. But said one grew silent, she didn't say anything.

“What's wrong...?”, George wanted to know and looked to the patient, being immediately stunned by his pretty face again. But he didn't get an answer from the nurses. The older one eventually raised her head and then went away from the bed.

“I'm gonna call the guards. Get away from the bed.”, she said and pushed the huge red button which was next to the door, on the wall. “We need the guards”, she spoke into the inter phone next to the button, “Jorel Decker escaped, he's in the infirmary.” George didn't understand what was going on. “What are you doing?! Why don't you help him?!”, he growled.

“The guards will be here in a minute and they will lock him up again before he can hurt anyone.”, the nurse spoke to her younger colleagues, and they just nodded. They seemed scared, but George didn't know why, he was confused and had that bad feeling that something seriously bad was going to happen to this pretty guy. He turned his head to look at him again. How... how could this guy hurt anyone? That made no sense.

“Why... why would they lock him up?!”, George asked and was quickly by the guy's side, whose name seemed to be Jorel. Was it possible that he was that person they saw on their first day at school? The guy with the mask and chains? Back then he had felt so fucking bad for this guy, and now... now he wouldn't let them lock him away again. No one deserved to be treated like this. He wrapped his arms around Jorel and lifted him up from the bed.

“Don't you dare taking him with you!”, the elder lady hissed and pointed at him, but the student honestly didn't care. He would take the guy with him. “I don't care what you say...”, he grumbled and went to the door. Without touching the door, it swung open and George walked into the hall. He didn't want to hurt anyone, but he wouldn't let them hurt Jorel. There was something really special about him, George just knew that. He had this feeling which just wouldn't go away. He had to save him.

George started running, just as he had done before, but this one in the opposite direction. He would bring the black-haired to his dorm, and he would protect him. “Don't worry, I won't let them hurt you...”, he said and then took a deep breath, he ran around one of the corners and then he abruptly stopped. At least ten guards were standing in front of him, all dressed up in bulletproof jackets and helmets, and... and with AK 47's, pointing at him.

“Are you... are you fucking kidding me?”, George laughed and raised his eyebrows.

“Let him go, kiddo! We don't want to hurt you!”, one of the guys said. None of them moved an inch. George bit his lower lip. What the fuck was he doing here? He was about to get shot and die here on the floor, only because he was trying to protect a guy he didn't even know. “I... I will not let him go! Come on, shoot!”

George waited, he was prepared, but no one shot him. Such pussies. He started to laugh. “I guess none of you have any good powers, because if you had, you wouldn't need guns to stop me.” With slightly moving one of his fingers, he made the AK's fly out of the guards' hands, down the long halls, and they hit the wall. Now these guys were complete helpless.

“I'll say it again, let him go!” Eventually, they moved and ran towards George, but again, the Irishman raised his hand and all of them were thrown against the walls. George now could continue running away, out of the school building and across the campus. He turned around for a second, but they weren't following him. They had either given up because George was too strong or they wanted to get their weapons first. But they were too slow, George had reached the dorm and ran inside. Once he was on the stairs, he slowed down and breathed heavily. He had managed to save this guy...

Dylan looked up in surprise when suddenly the door of his and George's dorm room swung open. George stepped inside, with Jorel on his arms. Danny and Aron, who also were in the room, turned their heads to look at their friend who had just arrived.

“George... what happened?!”, Danny asked and got up from George's bed, so that the Irishman could put the unconscious boy on the bed. “You will never believe me what just happened...” He sat down, and started to tell his friends.

- - - - - - - - -

“I can't believe that they just wanted to lock him up... He looked so helpless and hurt, I just had to help him.”, George said and looked to Jorel who was still not conscious.

“Shit, George...”, Aron sighed. He had been silent during the whole time when George had told them his story, but now he just had to say something. George didn't know ANYTHING. “Jorel Decker. You guys have no idea who that is, have you?”, he said and looked to his friends, but all of them shook their heads. “You just rescued a fucking murderer.”

George's eyes widened and he stared at Aron, then he looked to Jorel again. “What... This... this can't be true. He doesn't look like he could hurt anyon-”

“But he did! Why do you think they locked him up years ago?!”, Aron hissed and got up on his feet. He went to the window and looked outside, then turned around again. “His parents brought him here several years ago, they just didn't know what to do and hoped that this school would help. This kid has been terrorizing everyone, and he was brought here when he was ten fucking years old. Normally 18 or 19 year olds come here, people like us, but he's different.”

“What's his power?”, Danny wanted to know. He was shaking a little, because he was so scared of what Aron was about to tell. Dylan looked to the window and saw a thunderbolt light up the sky. He rolled his eyes and looked to Daniel. “Danny, you need to fucking control your power.”, he laughed. Danny lowered his head and quietly apologized, he was ashamed. The Mexican pulled Danny closer and wrapped his large arm around the smaller one, trying to calm him down.

“Telepathy.”, Aron answered.

“He can... read minds?” George was amazed. That was a fucking badass power, but also fucking scary.

“He can also control them. When he was 12, at some point he completely went nuts and made dozens of teachers and students kill themselves. It was a fucking massacre. People are still talking about it all the time, there was blood everywhere, he fucking killed people. He's dangerous and I'm afraid we are fucked when he wakes up. You brought a killer here, George.” Aron sat down and closed his eyes before he ran his hand over his face. “I don't wanna die yet...”

A loud thunder suddenly could be heard. The guys cringed, only Danny didn't. “Calm down, Danny...”, Dylan whispered and slightly stroke Daniel's back with his large hand. The brunette turned his head and looked Dylan into the eyes. The Hispanic smiled. But then he looked to Aron. “You don't even know if he's gonna hurt us.”

“I'm sure he had his reasons why he did those things.”, George mumbled. He seriously didn't want to listen to what Aron had to say right now.

“I'll go to my room then... But don't be surprised if the guards show up here in the middle of the night.”, Aron said and then just left the room, wishing his friends a good night. “Then I'm gonna kick them out!”, George shouted after him, but then grew silent. He couldn't explain it, but he just had this feeling, he knew that Jorel wasn't going to hurt him and his friends. The way he had looked at George before he passed out... George just knew he wouldn't hurt anyone.

“Have you calmed down a little?”, Dylan quietly asked Danny. He had noticed that the weather was slowly getting better. No thunder anymore. Danny looked his friend into the eyes. He smiled shyly and nodded. “I guess. Aren't you afraid that this guy will hurt us?” Dylan sighed. “I am. But we haven't done anything, so why should he?”

“Was it a mistake to bring him here...? I... I just couldn't let them hurt him.”, George said, not looking at his friends. He had grabbed Jorel's hand and now slightly squeezed it.

“It wasn't.”, Danny said. “We're not mad. You were just trying to help, so...”

George wanted to answer, but suddenly he felt the black-haired's hand moving. Dylan, Danny and George looked to him and watched as he awoke. All of them were completely silent, since they didn't really know what to expect. Finally, Jorel opened his eyes very slowly. He looked to the ceiling, then from left to right, and eventually his brown eyes met with George blue one's, just as they had done earlier.

Jorel remembered George. He remembered that this guy had caught him when he had been about to hit the ground. He felt how the larger male squeezed his hand and he turned his head to look to Danny and Dylan. Jorel knew that they were nervous and didn't know how to act.

'Is... is he gonna hurt us...?'
'Maybe... maybe we should just leave him alone.'

“Don't... don't be scared...”, Jorel grated and closed his eyes. “Please...”

'Oh my God. His voice is gorgeous.'

“Do you need anything? Jorel, right?”, George asked. The Italian slightly nodded. “Water, please...” George looked around and spotted some bottles of water next to his and Dylan's little fridge, so he raised his hand and one of the bottles flew across the room, right into his hand. He heard the black-haired chuckle slightly. The Irishman grinned and opened the bottle, while Jorel slowly sat up and leaned against the wall. “Great power...”

“Not as great as yours, I guess.” George gave Jorel the bottle and the smaller one took one large sip after another. He immediately was feeling better, it helped a lot. “Mine isn't that great...”, Jorel whispered and looked George into the eyes. For a while they just looked each other into the eyes, and Jorel was the first one to look away. There was this weird tension between the two of them. Jorel didn't know what that meant, he had never experienced something like that. He was confused and unsure, there were just some things in this world which he didn't how to deal with yet. He had been a fucking kid when they locked him away and he had missed so much in his life.

“Thank you for helping me.”, the black-haired whispered. He felt how George grabbed and held his hand again. But he didn't feel like pulling away.

“What's your name?” - “I'm George...” They both smiled.

There was something... really special about George.