As Felix caught Dawson's limp body once again, he realized Dawson had forgotten all about “his” clothes. Leaving the stolen goods still on the floor. Being a good person, Felix decided to get them for him. Felix effectively took Dawson’s backpack off, then propped his back on the bench. Felix walked over to the store's entrance, bent down, and started stuffing the bag full of the clothes.
“Hey! You!” A stern voice yelled.
Felix looked up to see who was getting yelled at. Not realizing it was him, he kept putting the clothes in the bag.
“Boy, stop!” The voice called out again, this time grabbing Felix’s arm.
Felix looked up, seeing a tall, muscular, security guard standing over him. The guard tightened his grip on Felix as he asked, “Did you pay for that stuff? Hm? Stealing isn’t acceptable here, boy.”
“I-I… I’m not…” Felix choked on his words.
“You’re not what? Stealing? I can see the security tags still on the clothes, boy! I’m calling your parents.” The guard boomed, pulling Felix’s arm roughly.
“No! No! Please let me go! Don’t call her!” Felix begged with tears in his eyes.
“Let go of him you fuckin’ drugged-up bitch!” Dawson growled.
“What did you just call me?” The guard asked angrily.
“I mean just by glancing at you, I can tell you're stacking! Your muscles are disgustingly big. But, that doesn’t matter, let him go.” Dawson ordered.
“First of all, I don't take orders from punk kids like you. And second, I don't let stealing slide. Not in my mall.” The guard explained with disdain.
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“He’s not stealing and your fucking scaring him! Let him go. Now.” Dawson demanded moving closer to the guard.
“Please, just loosen your grip-” Felix tried to interject.
“Oh! Big man trying to protect his little girlfriend!” The guard mocked, “What are you gonna do about it? Hm?”
“What am I gonna do about it? I'll show you what I'm gonna do!” Dawson threatened, cracking his knuckles, “Oh, wait, I got powers!”
“What-” The guard questioned but then he zoned out.
Just as that happened, Dawson’s body collapsed to the ground. Dawson, in the guard's body, looked down at Felix’s wet, teary-eyed face and finally let go of him.
“Hey, It’s ok…” Dawson comforted.
Dawson tried to touch Felix’s face but he flinched back. Dawson forgot what body he was in, Felix was scared of him.
“No, I-I don’t want you to touch me when you’re like this…” Felix stepped back.
“Oh, that’s ok, let me go put him somewhere away from you,” Dawson answered, turning around and walking somewhere.
Felix waited for a moment, and Dawson’s body came back from the dead.
“Dawson… Are you ok…? You seem kinda pale?” Felix asked, bending down to look at Dawson.
“...Car…”
Felix helped Dawson stand up and brought him to his car, leaving the clothes and the backpack.
Dawson slouched down in his seat, while Felix struggled to get in his own seat.
“So, Dawson, are you ok-”
“No, are you ok…?” Dawson sluggishly asked, while finally getting to caress Felix’s cheek.
“I’m fine… I was just scared.” Felix answered, leaning into Dawson’s warm hand.
“You were crying. I didn’t like that. I… don’t….like…” Dawson’s words trailed off into silence.
“Dawson?!” Felix panicked, checking his vitals, “Ok, at least you're alive… Dawson… Dawson! Wake up! It’s dark…! I don't like the dark….”
“...” Dawson didn’t stir, not an inch.
“I’m scared…” Felix muttered under his breath.
As if he had a sixth sense, Dawson’s eyes opened. He grabbed Felix’s head and laid it on his shoulder.
“Sleep bitch.”
Felix listened to Dawson and did just that.