Rating – M
Pairings. Marko/Sam
Warnings. Slash, lemons, horror, blood, gore, strong language, and Violence.
Could be more. There's so many it get's hard to remember what else to put. I'll make sure to come back and add more, if I remember something.
Plot - Set during the movie. It goes the same. Michael is initiated into the gang but what happened behind closed doors? Max didn't expect one of the boys to defy his orders and have Sam as a yummy snack. But does it turn out like that? Read to find out!
Right, I know there are a lot of things going on like this but this idea has been brewing for months. I noticed that lots of people love Marko and Sam pairings and I find that normally people do one-shots or their stories are never finished. Well, heads up boys and girls, I plan to continue this with a lot of help from
Dun da Dun, Dun da Dun...
Sick Twisted Mind. Yeah I told her about the idea, so we started forming a plot, brought our ideas together and created this story. So if you're kind enough to review, please give her as much credit as you'd give me. It was 50/50 with us.
It has come to my attention that you are not allowed to put lyrics to songs in fics within this site. So I was told...and I will have to change this sometime.
Chapter one
I get up, and nothing gets me down.
I like to jump, and then go round and round
And I know, just how it feels.
You've got to roll with the punches to get to what's real
Oh can't you see me standing here,
I'm getting ready for a soccer scene, I ain't the worst that you've seen.
Oh can't you see what I mean ?
''Turn that off!''
Paul flinched at the tone of David's voice and it followed him as it echoed around the cave. Marko looked up from the comic he had placed on his lap and grinned when Paul's face turned to surprise and then slight hurt. Jumping up off the couch, he grabbed the rock box and ran to the other side of the cave. David's eyes glinted dangerously when he flashed him a grin. Dwayne watched the scene calmly, a shake of the heading leaving him when Paul ran away from David again. His head banged to the music as he turned the volume up. Marko let out a small laugh when David's face changed.
''PM Sing or what,'' Paul said with a wide grin and winked at Marko. ''It's just a song David. Relax a little and have a spliff''
His response was to have David storm towards him. Paul's response back was to run away from him, turn the music up, and sing loudly.
''Might as well jump. Jump! Might as well jump. Go ahead, jump. Jump ! Go ahead, jump.''
His voice picked up so he was shouting, his feet kicked over things as he practically skipped around the cave, small laughs leaving him when David's face would darken even more. Why he was in a pissy over a song was beyond him. David knew Paul always listened to music when he was in the cave or if he was having a spliff, or when he wanted to have a good night. Which was every night, but what was wrong with that? Marko was allowed his birds and comics, Dwayne was allowed his books, and David was allowed anything, so why couldn't' he have his music?
''Because you've been playing the same crappy song for over an hour,'' David said calmly, but his eyes told a different story. ''Can't you change the thing?''
The grin vanished from Pauls' face and a scowl replaced the blank look. Crappy? He thought Jump was crappy? Was David stupid or completely deaf? Paul was going for stupid. How the hell could he call Jump crap? It was the beast of all beasts, the song was like liquid fire in his veins. The song was better than sex it was better... Paul took that back. Nothing beat Blood and Sex, not even rock and roll, no matter how much he loved it. It was close though, his music came third on that list and for David to call his taste in music crap... he was practically saying that... well it wasn't on. Okay, Paul thought Jim Morrison was... he liked it... but it... he just... Well... alright he thought it was shit. If he was completely fucked out of his head he'd chill out in the cave and happily listen to it when David played it, but other than that, it wasn't his music. He wouldn't tell that to David though. He worshipped the guy, like Paul worshipped hot girls, music, and other stuff.
Marko appeared in front of him. His face was blank as David stared between the two. Paul tried not to grin when he locked eyes with his. Let's have some fun. He agreed with Marko's silent message. David was in need of cheering up. No, he wasn't. The guy was hard to please. And the guys sometimes said it was like looking after a child with Paul. Ha. When was the last time David had smiled or laughed. He was far too serious. David was the one who was hard to please. Sometimes Paul felt like he acted like a dad to them instead of a brother, a leader, and a friend. Paul was the one who needed cheering up.
''Turn that song off, Paul,'' Marko said seriously and took the joint from behind his ear. ''If not I'll break the thing.''
His lips twitched, and with a shrug he turned the song off. ''Satisfied people?''
Just as David was about sit down, Paul put on a different song, something that not even one of them liked, but David hated it the most. Too much too young blasted from the rock box and Paul found himself dancing to it, despite his hate for it. Marko snickered behind his hand and began to chew on his thumb when David slowly turned around. Flashing him a wide grin and a wink, Paul turned it up to the loudest it could go, and then began to sing along to it, but failing completely.
''Don't sing a song you can't sing. It sounds like a cat is being tied up on a fence by its nuts''
Paul laughed at Dwayne's remark. He could be funny when he wanted to be. He Paul agreed but he didn't stop. He tried not to laugh when David's eyes changed colour. It was funny to see the reaction he got out of him. It was always a calm look with David, even when he was pissed. It didn't help that he hadn't fed in over three nights. The song Paul was playing wasn't helping his mood whatsoever. What could Paul say? He didn't know how to be serious even when he wanted to be. Plus, it was something he couldn't help himself by doing, even when he got hurt. Pissing him off was a funny thing, but sometimes Paul didn't know when to stop.
''Sing with me, David,'' Paul shouted and began to walk around the fountain. ''This song is such a beast. Beats Jim Morrison any day.''
Shaking his head, Dwayne picked up a book, and took the joint off Marko when he sat down beside him.
''Think he might be taking it a little too far'' Marko smiled.
''His own problem,'' Dwayne muttered, keeping his eyes on the book. ''You don't help either.''
Marko flashed an innocent look, that grin still playing on his lips. ''I'm not doing anything, it's all Paul.''
''All Paul'' Dwayne said in a deadpan voice. ''It's always just Paul.''
Bringing his feet up onto the fountain, Marko leant his chin on his knees and watched Paul run around the cave, an unhappy David following him. He laughed when Paul was tackled to the floor, the rock box flying across the cave.
''My... you bastard,'' Paul said and looked in disbelief at his precious stereo. His once precious stereo.
''I said to turn it off,'' David spoke calmly. ''But you had to keep trying my patience.''
Jumping up, with full speed he charged at David and Marko laughed when he was thrown to the floor again. Dwayne's just shook his head, but his lips twitched slightly. Growling he stood up and sauntered towards David's wheelchair. Picking up his box of cigarettes, he tipped all of the cigarettes out so they fell to floor, and then brought his foot down on them, ripping them to complete pieces. The grin vanished from Marko's face and Dwayne put the book down, feeling his need to step in at any time soon. David looked at Paul calmly but everyone began to get unsettled. Nobody dared to touch David's cigarettes. So much as trying to take one would cost a break of the hand.
He couldn't help it even though the situation had turned to complete seriousness. A laugh left Marko when Paul was hit in the face. David flexed his black gloved hands and with that same calm look, hit Paul again. It turned to chaos after that. Stepping in, when David hit Paul again and again, Dwayne pushed the two apart, but only to get a fist in his face. Accidental by Paul who was trying to get at David, but without thinking Dwayne hit Paul back. Fists started flying everywhere then. Things were smashed as they pushed and punched each other about. With that same grin still on his face, Marko stepped in. Snarling, face shifted, Paul charged at Dwayne, and in the process violently pushing aside Marko, who fell to the floor, his hands landing on a deep piece of glass from a broken bottle. David just stood watching the scene with amusement. Instead of Paul getting his cheering up, they had cheered David up instead.
Eyes hardening, Marko collided into the two. All three landed on the floor and with deep snarls leaving them, they began to hit each other. Picking up half of a broken cigarette off the floor-luckily the tip was unscathed-David lit it up and laughed louder when Paul bit down on Marko's hand. David came to a stop in front of the three. A leg shot out, tripping him up, and he fell to the floor as well, his cigarette getting lost in the process.
The night ended with blood spilled, things smashed, bite and scratch marks all over them, all four unhappy, and more hungry than they had felt.
Setting his comics on his bed, Sam glanced around the room, a disgusted look coming onto his face when his eyes landed on a stuffed animal hung up on the wall. Why out of all the places in the world had they moved to Santa Carla? Why couldn't have they gotten their own place? Living with grandpa wasn't something Sam was warming to. His weird and creepy obsession with taxidermy wasn't something he found interesting. In fact it freaked the teen out, especially when no matter where he went, dozens of eyes stared and followed him. It was even worse when grandpa offered to make some stuffed animals for Sam. The teen tried not to shout out no. The house itself had nothing that interested him either. And why couldn't his mother acknowledge all the 'Missing' posters throughout the town? Did she not care if he went missing? Almost immediately, Sam felt guilty. His mother loved him; he was well aware. She never did something if she thought he or Michael could be hurt by it. By why move here!
"Sam?" 'Speak of the devil,' the teen thought as his mother walked into his room.
"Yeah mom?" he asked, turning away from his comics and angry thoughts.
"How are you settling in sweetie?" She asked, sliding Sam's comics over to take a seat on the bed.
Sam took a look at the animal mounted on his wall and repressed the urge to shudder. "No T.V..." he murmured.
"What was that?" Lucy asked, leaning towards her son.
"Nothing," Sam lied. "What did you need?"
Lucy placed a look of fake-hurt onto her face. "I can't come into my son's room just to tell him I love him?"
"Not unless you're looking for something out of it." Sam said with a chuckle and grin.
"Well," Lucy sighed and Sam looked up.
"Well," Lucy sighed and Sam looked up.
He didn't think she was actually looking for something!
"Michael wants to go out to the boardwalk and I know that you're not looking forward to living here, but maybe if you'd go out, you'd find some friends or find something you enjoy," she continued with another sigh.
"Uh...well." Well what? What was he doing right now? Nothing! And if he was going to be living here, he may as well get a feel of the place to make sure not to get lost in the future. Besides, saying yes would give him an excellent opportunity to get the hell away from these creepy little no-longer-living-and-breathing-just-stuffed animals everywhere in the house.
"Sure," Sam said and shrugged as his mother gave him a light hug, murmured a "Thank you" and left.
Sam stretched and hopped down the steps to meet Michael in the front room, who wasn't looking too thrilled.
"Aww, what's wrong Mikey?" Sam cooed and then chuckled quietly.
"This is supposed to be my night out and I have to drag along my fourteen year old brother?" Michael muttered in slight annoyance, but a smirk was present on his face.
"I'm gonna be fifteen in two months!"
"Whatever, let's go."
***
Forty-five minutes later, after arriving to listen to music for a few minutes, Michael had set his eyes out on some girl, and Sam was left alone. Not that either had a problem with separating. In fact, Sam actually preferred it that way.
He wandered around the boardwalk, scanning stores, booths, and food that looked like you would need your stomach pumped afterwards if you dared to have so much as a bite of it. He sighed and turned in the direction Michael had left to go find his brother, but something caught his eyes very quickly.
Sam nearly ran into the dimly lit building when he saw the shelves of comic books from his previous point on the boardwalk. He looked around and smiled when he saw a classic. Superman #775 "What's so funny about Truth, Justice & The American Way?" Sam recited under his breath gently. This was good. This reminded him of home. His old comic shop had the same comics and everything felt familiar.
Sam felt uneasy. Something was watching him. How ironic. He left the house to get away from those creepy little creature eyes and even this situation felt more familiar than the comic itself.
Sam looked up to see a rugged looking boy with a red bandana around his head to match his shirt staring him down. On his other side, a boy with olive-toned skinned and dark hair was doing the same thing. Sam suddenly felt the urge to run back the house and hug all the weird taxidermy animals.
Sam walked towards the boy in red and put on his tough act as he sensed the other behind him.
"Got a problem, boys?"
"Just scoping your civilian wardrobe?"
Sam almost smiled. He knew he couldn't be the only person to have his taste in clothing!
"Pretty cool, huh?" He asked with confidence.
"For a fashion victim," the dark-haired boy said in a deep voice.
Sam felt his cheeks tinged. One of them mentioned something about a frozen yogurt stand or something, but Sam didn't care. If these guys worked in a comic shop - or at least hung out in one - maybe it wasn't too late to score some points.
"Actually, I'm looking for a Batman number 14." He said. Only four in existence and Sam couldn't wait to find one. The boys nearly quoted his thoughts, but he had to correct the dark-haired one with five in existence to four. Sam was arrogant when it came to comics, lightly criticized them on the placing of their comics (when he wasn't interrupted, it confirmed his belief of the two working in the store) and noticed their lips twitching. Uh-oh. Maybe he lost points here.
"Where are you from, krypton?" Red-shirt asked.
"Phoenix actually."
Red-shirt moved away from him, somewhere farther back in the store and Sam silently swore at himself for talking so much. He probably annoyed the other away.
"But lucky me we moved" Sam paused. Half because he forgot the name of the city, half for dramatic effect, "here." Sam watched as the Dark-haired lips twitched again up into a sneer.
Sam felt something pressed into his chest and looked down to see a comic. "Take this," Red shirt commanded.
Sam looked at it. A vampire comic? "I don't like horror comics," he told them. And he didn't. He read one in fifth grade and altered between sleeping in Michael's and his parents' bed for the next week.
"You'll like this one Mr. Phoenix." Red-shirt said calmly and Sam flinched a little at the nick-name. "It could save your life." Sam snickered because Red-shirt sounded serious and he looked like he could throw a damn good punch. But he didn't have to worry about a fight. At least not one with himself involved.
A bunch of jerks up front grabbed as many comics as they could and took off and after a few moments, Red-shirt and Dark-haired were hot on their heels down the boardwalk.
Sam flipped the comic over with his hands just to have something to do. He didn't really have anywhere to go. He had no friends, no hang-out spots, Michael was gone and Sam had no ride home until he found him.
So Sam waited in the comic book shop. Not for the boys to return so they could...have more of their friendly chat, but only so no one would steal anything else. Not that anyone was aware he was watching, but he supposed he could chase them down if he saw someone with a comic in hand without paying. Partly because he had nowhere to go and partly to just do a good-deed of some sort. Maybe he could make friends with the boys. Or at least have someone he knew (and didn't hate him).
After a few minutes, Sam walked towards the front to keep an eye out for Red-shirt and Dark-haired. He busied himself with a few comics toward the front, but relaxed when he saw the others come back (with nothing in their hands).
The boys walked into the store, but only Dark-haired stayed in front to say something.
"You don't have to pay for that, if that's what you're waiting for."
Pay for what? Sam looked at the comic. The Vampire comic. The one that could 'save his life'.
"No, I uh, stayed behind to make sure," Sam tried to explain, but Dark-haired turned around to follow the other boy.
'He's just mad about not getting the thieves.' Sam told himself. He didn't bother explaining or saying goodbye, the two probably just wanted to be left alone right now.
Sam sighed and walked out back onto the boardwalk and looked around clueless. What now?
Sit down and read the comic? Buy some food? 'The food that looks like you'll need to have your stomach pumped? Besides, with what money?'
He felt like a lost kid at Cedar Point. No one to talk to, hungry, cold. Lost.
Sam's musings were stopped when he felt a hard body crash into his.