careful, Ethan. Your s'more is burning

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[ A03 https://archiveofourown.org/works/11941167 ]

"Careful, Ethan," he sent an emotionless glare at Ethan, but his eyes still had hatred entrenched within them; fire and fury staring down Ethan like he was nothing but a little fly. "Your s'more is burning." The over-roasted marshmallow dripped its melted contents onto the grass floor, the flame cooking the graham cracker into a charred paste. The boy reached behind him with his free arm and kept it there while he continued to glare at Ethan. The blonde hair boy gulped nervously, ready to just get up and run away, but he sat there without moving an inch.

"Morty, I'm sorry, I wasn't meant to hurt her, alright?"
The younger boy remained silent, his eyes narrowing but his lips parting. His tongue slowly slid across his bottom teeth as he contemplated his situation and what was ahead.
Ethan continued. "I didn't leave her because of some body image thing. I left her because she was acting like a psycho!"

"Sure..." Morty hadn't heard a thing he said. He was too caught up in his own thoughts to even pay attention. His parted lips shut and he finally dropped the s'more and clamps. The fire flickered a little and caught onto the grass, but Morty quickly killed it with a few stomps from his white shoes. The melted marshmallow left charred strings of goop hanging from his shoe. He stuck his tongue out and made a sound of disgust, before quickly standing up and swinging his arm at Ethan.

Ethan didn't have time to react before a baseball bat collided with the side of his head. With a loud curse, Ethan fell to the ground and groaned in pain, his head swirling and his vision blurred and black. Another grunt left his mouth as a shoe sat itself on his chest, its push ever so slightly getting stronger by the second.

"After this, you won't hurt anyone ever again, you fucking cocksucker," Morty snarled at the teenager under him, lifting the baseball bat over his shoulder.

Ethan, in a fit of adrenaline, tried to kick out at Morty, but even as his foot connected with Morty's knee, the bat still swung, and because of the kick, the bat went off course and hit him in the neck instead. A painful scream left Ethan's lips and he felt like he couldn't breathe. The pain was buzzing in his neck, choking him. He felt like his throat had actually caved in on itself, strangling him slowly and painfully.

Luckily (for Morty), the bat didn't hit him too hard, so he was definitely still alive for more beatings.

Morty backed up and swung before Ethan could even see it coming and smashed the baseball onto his knee, completely buckling it and snapping the top layer of the bone. With another swing, the knee joint split, damaging tendons in his leg along with it. The muscle seized, sending signals of pure agony throughout Ethan's body.

Morty started on the other knee, completely deforming it as well.

"Be right back, darl'. Don't move an inch."

Ethan couldn't move even if he tried. His legs felt swollen and his knees were numb.

Morty went to the morphizer-XE and opened the hatch, pulling out a closed beaker with a transparent fluid inside it. It looked like water, just it was far from it. He shook the liquid around, smiling as he pondered the wonderous things he could do with it.

He went back over to Ethan, glad and not surprised to see that Ethan hadn't gotten too far. He did try and get away by crawling through the dirt, seen by the desperate claw marks raked through it. Morty grabbed his ankle and pulled him back, letting his chin drag across the rocky dirt floor forcefully. A rock had cut his chin, leaving an open wound and gushing blood.

"Why are you doing this?" Ethan whined huskily when he was flipped onto his back, facing Morty. They shared hateful looks at each other, just one pair of eyes was murderous and the other was panicked and pained.