Apocalypse Now

Llywelyn hugged Carlos, like a father would hug a child.
"You can, you just have to believe in yourself, they can't stay in control forever" he smiled before adding "I won't let them, also, hope is the most powerful weapon, with it you can still think of a way out of things"

Wiping tears and blood away from his face, he let out a shaky sigh before looking up at Llywelyn. "I can't do it..." He repeated over and over again.

"You've just got to hope" he said as he knelt down next to Carlos "Hope is the best weapon we have"

Sighing shakily, Carlos tried to make no eye contact with his blonde friend. Trying to hold back tears, he shook his head. "H-how do I know something like that hasn't happened... To... To Becki...And... Alex..." Slumping down, he now held his head in his hands.

Again his grabbed Carlos' arm.
"I went to look for my family, my wife and two kids, and guess what I found." Not waiting for a reply the blonde continued to speak "My wife had been nailed to a wall and her guts ripped out, my children..." he blinked away tears, his voice made it obvious how hard it was for him to talk about it "My children... had been hung outside...."
The mans voice now shaking badly.
"Don't talk to me about depressing... when there's a chance your family is still alive... also, what's the point" he smiled weakly "in thinking about the bad things? That'll only make it worse for you"

"Then you should know how depressing life is right now." He said simply before turning away and continuing to walk away.

"PAID A BOD MOR TWP Y FWL BACH GWIRION" Llywelyn snapped angrily at Carlos, it was clear by his tone of voice he wasn't impressed with Carlos' being so uptight and selfish "YOU WON'T BE THE ONLY ONE TO HAVE LOST PEOPLE IF YOU HAVE"

Growling angrily, he snapped. "RELAX?!" He snorted. "You expect me to relax when death could be around any corner!?" He smiled, almost insanely and continued to shout. "You want me to relax when I have no idea if everyone I ever knew or cared about is dead?!"

"I'm sori..." he said rubbing the back of his head nervously "you.. you just need to... relax a bit more..."

Stumbling to his feet, he glared at Llywelyn through the clumped stands of his hair that fell over his face. Blood traveled down his nose, from the bridge and down past his mouth.

"Stop being so fucking uptight crincod!!!!!" He snarled angrily

Letting out a yell, he stumbled back and fell to the floor. Holding his face, blood dripped from his now broken nose. Gritting his teeth, he tried not to show how much pain he was in.

With his other hand Llywelyn scrunched it into a fist and punched Carlos between the eyes.

Snarling through gritted teeth, he turned to face the blonde haired man. Reaching to grab the mans wrist, he growled angrily. "Don't you dare trying and make this a laughing matter."

The blonde managed to keep his balence, if only just. Glaring he grabbed Carlos' shoulder rather harshley.

Carlos merely rolled his eyes and side stepped out of the way of Llywelyn, clearly used to the concept of sneak attacks and experienced in avoiding them.

"CARLOS YOU DICK" Llywelyn growled angrily and lunged at Carlos.

Carlos grumbled and continued to walk away. Anything that Carlos considered a joke at this time was taken straight to heart. Now was no time for joking around.

"Oh come on Carlos!" Llywelyn shouted as he ran after him.
Skye just blinked, watching his two former tutors.

Carlos stayed silent as he heard the man say his name. Slipping his knife back into his pocket, he turned away and began walking. Clearly, he was not impressed by the entrance of an old friend.

"You're a bloody idiot that's why" he grumbled before spelling out his name letter by letter "LL-Y-W-E-L-Y-N, Llywelyn Parri"

Snarling through gritted teeth, he glared at the newcomer. "Why should I remember you?" He sneered and circled the man, clearly suspicious of him.

The man rolled his blue eyes and sighed.
"Guessing you don't remember me then..." his accent wasn't the same as Carlos', infact it wasn't even from the same country. Just by the mans accent you could tell he was Welsh.

Slowly lowering his blade, Carlos continued to keep an eye on the man. His brain tried to analyse why this man seemed to be familiar. Eventually, he lowered his knife to his side but continued to keep a close eye on this new man.

The man pulled the hood that was covering his face down to reveal a blonde haired man with a bandana and a scar across his right cheek.