Theseus was careful with the boy, trying very hard not to injure him further. He looked as if he could be bruised with a simple touch, broken with the slightest movement. He was malnourished and weak and it broke the gargoyle's heart to see him in such a state. There was such good in him, clouded with such evil. Theseus wanted to remove it all and restore the boy's faith and happiness. To kill whatever demons had plagued him with this evil. The red head deserved better than this, Theseus could feel it. He had done evil things but that did not make him evil. In fact, he felt very very good from the very inner workings of who he was as a person.
"Well, Cameron. My name is Theseus Blankenship. I will introduce you to my brothers later. For now, I want to be sure you are comfortable." Licking over his lips, Theseus took another rag and began to run it over the random bits of exposed skin. His arms, his legs, his neck. He was gentle and slow and careful not to invade too much of the innocent's personal space. He could hear his brothers speaking behind him about things that they shouldn't be speaking about in front of an outsider, especially an innocent. The last thing that he wanted was to frighten Cameron and make things harder on him. With a soft sigh, he helped the red head sit up, since that seemed to be what he wanted, and then he turned to look at his brothers.
"Yes, go check it out. Make sure they don't need our help. If they do, get them to safety before something worse finds them. I'd like at least one of you to stay here with me, in case I need help. While I don't, however, that deer needs the skinning to be finished and to be cut up enough to store in the freezer in the cellar so it doesn't rot before we can eat it." It was in his nature to give orders. Theseus was the eldest, he was accustomed to telling the others what to do. They normally listened, even if they didn't want to. Especially now that their parents weren't around to whine to.
Theuses returned his gaze to Cameron, a soft smile on his lips as he brushed some of his light brown hair from getting in his eyes. "I'm sorry if you are confused. This must all be very new for you. You shouldn't worry, though, we are the good guys and we're only here to help." He smiled again and reached a hand out to Cameron to help him to his feet. "If you'd like to come with me I can find you a room where you can have some privacy. We'll get you into some clean clothes and get you something good to eat. And then we can talk and you can tell me what happened, or not. I could just talk to you if you prefer." Theseus was a natural at this after so long. Not to mention the connection he felt with this particular boy. It was intoxicating and overwhelming already.
The sun was quickly disappearing and the night brought cold along with it. Zacariah held his arms around himself, trying his best to keep warm. He was very scantly clad, wearing a shirt that only had one strap over his right shoulder, the other having been torn off in a fit of anger. He wore shorts that were far too short to wear in public, and no shoes. He didn't have any shoes, he never owned anything in his life. He didn't even own himself. The boy sniffled, fighting tears away from his eyes. With every step he took bruises stood out dark against the pale skin on the insides of his thighs. They matched the bruises on his arms and the ones on his neck that went along with the pattern of fingerprints. His hair was messy and remnants of red shading smeared on his lips and somewhat on his skin. He was shivering like mad, unable to stop the trembling that could be attributed to both the cold and his fear.
What now? After so many years of being owned, of having a place to stay if only by being imprisoned there, what now? Where was he meant to go? What was he meant to do? He had no one in this world to go to. When a man that kept you as a slave no longer wanted you, what were you supposed to do? Zacariah pressed his hand over his mouth as a broken sob fled from his lips, betraying him. His entire body jolted with his sadness, making him want to cry and vomit at the same time. A tear swept down his cheek, creating a wet trail along his pale skin and dropping from his chin. He'd stopped walking somehow, having lost the will to move any longer. He didn't know where he was or where he thought he was going. No one was around and the night was coming closer and closer with every second.
Unable to help himself any longer, Zacariah sobbed softly into his hand, his eyes clenching shut as tears bubbled to the surface. His entire body shook and no matter how hard he pressed his fingers into his skin he was unable to make it stop. There wasn't anything he could do. No one could want him now. He was damaged goods, property thrown away, no longer wanted. He was in the prime of his life and already he had been torn apart and pushed away. All because his master had found someone he enjoyed better, someone compliant, someone more willing. After ten years he had tossed Zacariah to the side even after all the boy had done for him. He'd done such horrible things, terrible things. And now he was spoiled.
Zacariah pressed his back into the closest wall, unable to continue standing without the support. He cried softly, trying to keep as quiet as he could now that the sun had completely vanished. There was no telling who or what was out here at night, but one thing he was completely sure of. Now that he was free he was going to be left to die, because there was no way anyone else could possibly want him.