"Come on Azeka! Move your ass!" There was a sound of a car revving up, and
the sound of sneakers slapping hard against pavement.
"Damnit, you dumbass! You better wait the fuck up!" Azeka jumped over the door of the convertible, shoving herself into the back seat. The driver screeched off, driving so fast he left skid marks. Azeka let off a loud whoop, grinning. She tried to sit down more comfortably between the two other guys she was sitting between.
"So, how much did you get?" The guy driving asked.
"Fuck, I could barely hold all of it in the bag, Jess! There must be over five hundred in here." She opened the rough burlap bag she held and peered in. There were stacks of money inside. Closing the bag, she stuffed it on the floor. They drove, fast as a bat out of hell until they came to a red light about ten miles from the bank they had just robbed.
"Hey, Azeka, why don't you come up here. You and Rob can switch." Rob, the guy in the front seat hopped out of the car, and held out a hand to Azeka as she stepped out. They both jumped over the doors the land in the seats as the light turned green. Azeka was laughing and whooping. The guys in the back were talking loudly, and seeming to count the money. The group drove around aimlessly for a while, just for the sake of being out and free. Azeka moved closer to Jess, leaning her head on his shoulder. He smiled down at her, draping an arm over her shoulder. They were driving to a Seven Eleven, right on the Strip along the beach. Jess pulled into the parking lot, and pulled the keys out. He turned to the three in the backseat.
"Go buy a case of whatever booze they got."
"Score me a couple packs of gum too," Azeka added. The three guys nodded. Hunching their shoulders, they swaggered into the store, holding wads of money in their fists; the group had done enough stealing for the night – besides, Azeka was the only one who could actually pull it off. She had been pulling heists for a long time; she was only fifteen. Jess turned to her.
"So, kid." He said, sounding strange. "You done good. Five hundred…Fuck, that's more than we've gotten in a long time."
He leaned over to cover her mouth with his, reaching a hand out to squeeze her breast.
Azeka was much used to being treated so. As far as she could remember, she had always lived in the orphanage in the city. It was one hell of a place to live; she had grown up among the others there – most of them were at least double her age. She had learned early on to be compliant with these people, else was in for pain.
Azeka opened her mouth, letting Jess's probing tongue enter. His hands slid down to hold her tiny waist. Not breaking the kiss, he lifted her onto his lap. Beneath her, Azeka could feel his phallus strain against his jeans. Azeka squirmed; though she had always been able to keep Jess from taking her, she wasn't sure she could stop him now. He looked as if her had a couple hits of cocaine in him, and once the guys came back with the liquor, he would be past negotiation. Just as she started to pull away, Rob and the other two came out, two of them holding cases of beer, and one of them holding about twenty packs of gum for Azeka. Jess looked behind him, at the beach. There were a couple of bon fires burning.
"Hey, let's go out there. C'mon, it'll be fun. Put the money in here," Jess opened a small compartment, shoving the bag inside. Then he pulled out a key and locked it. Putting the key in his pocket, Jess hopped out of the car. Hesitating only a moment, Azeka jumped out after. Jess led the way, with Azeka falling in behind, and the other three guys fanning out behind them. It was a comfortable position, one they fell into automatically. They walked to one of the bonfires, where a lot of people were dancing. Rob and the other two wandered over to talk with the girls there. Azeka started to follow, but Jess snaked out a hand and grabbed her arm, pulling her out of the flame's light, where darkness reigned. He kissed her, having to bend down; he was four years older than her, and far taller. He held her waist, sliding his hands under her shirt, probing her mouth with his tongue. Gently, he pulled her to the sand, rolling on top of her. He was breathing hard, and he had beer on his breath; he had downed two bottles too fast on the way down. Azeka bit the inside of her lip. She tried to slide from under him, but he was too heavy. He started to pull her shirt off, forcing it above her breasts. She started to panic, but forced herself to take a deep breath – as much of one as she could take – and talk to him.
"Jess," she said softly. "Jess, not here, not now. I'm only fifteen. Don't do this now. Please." The older boy hesitated a moment, then rolled off her.
"Damnit, Azeka." He said angrily. "Christ, I knew you since you were seven. Seven! And once you got older; fuck, Azeka, I want you so bad. When're you gonna grow up?"
Azeka smiled wryly. "Try back in a couple years." Jess glared at her so savagely, that Azeka moved backward a bit, drawing a quick breath and holding it. If anyone could frighten her, it was Jess when he was angry. And he was always angry after she told him no. Turning away from her, he stood up and went closer to the bonfire, obviously looking for some girl that wouldn't tell him no. Shaking her head, Azeka rose to her feet, dusting off her jeans. Shoving her hands into her pockets, she hunched her shoulders and walked towards the car. She stopped at the edge of the beach, sitting down. Pulling her knees up, she wrapped her arms around them, and buried her face in her knees, closing her eyes. She drowsed, falling into a place between sleep and awareness.
Darkness. Complete and utter darkness. There was nothing. No one. Just like her life…No, wait. There was someone. Coming through the darkness, coming towards her. Not one, but two; at least, two visible people. Shadows ranged behind them. As they walked forward, they became clearer. One, Azeka recognized right away. It was Jess. The other man was foreign to her. He had long dark hair, pulled back in a tail. His nose was too large for good looks, but he had a certain charm about him. His eyes were dark and speculative. Azeka glanced back at Jess. His shoulder length blonde hair hung about his face, giving him a secretive look. His green eyes sparkled with cunning and slyness. He really was beautiful, but harsh. Very harsh. And the other…she did not know who he was, but somehow, she trusted him. And Jess…Jess…
Azeka's head snapped up, as she was shaken awake. Looking up, she saw Jess looking down on her. His eyes were glazed, an effect of the cocaine. He crouched down next to Azeka. His breath was heavy with the sent of alcohol; he had downed several more, and he was now drunk. He kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. Shocked, eyes wide, she fell backwards. Jess rolled on top of her. She could feel his erected manhood through her jeans. Breathing in quick gasps, she tried to pull away. He held her forcefully against him, prohibiting all movement.
"Jess, get off me," She gasped, feeling his hand move down across her stomach. "Now. Stop it! Get off me!" At this last statement, she shoved him; she hadn't thought he would budge. Quite the contrary, he went flying away. Her hands out stretched in front of her, Azeka stared at them as if she had never seen a pair of hands before. And indeed, she had never seen her hands like this. They glowed with a dark blue color. It was so blue the glow was almost black, rather like the color of her hair. It was flecked with hazel all over; the exact same color of her eyes. Frightened, she buried her hands in the sand for a moment. Pulling them back out, she saw they were normal. Hearing a groan, she looked up fearfully. Jess was getting to his feet. And he looked angry. Eyes wide, Azeka scrambled to her feet. She and Jess stared at each other for a moment. Then he reached for the gun hidden in his belt. Terrified, Azeka turn and ran, not even looking back. Behind her, she could hear Jess yell for Rob and the others, heard them scrambling through the sand. Her feet reached concrete, and she ran all out, as fast as she could go. She was fast, faster than normal, and propelled by fear; but Jess and the others were steadily gaining on her. Desperate, Azeka fled down an alley, following it through several others. Looking over her shoulder, she saw Jess closer than she had thought he was. And he held his gun out in front of him, pointed at her chest. She made a turn into another alleyway –
- And found herself facing a dead end. Breathing hard, feeling winded, she sank to her knees, leaning against the wall. Her small body was shuddering, and she tried to pull herself into oblivion. But as Jess and the other three came around the corner, she couldn't help but leap to her feet. Jess stopped, and aimed the gun. He started walking forward, and fired.
He was also drunk, and his aim was bad. The bullet hit Azeka's leg, instead of her chest. She crumpled to the ground, crying out in. Her face was a mask of pain, and she held her hand to her bleeding calf. Jess started forward, and tears leaked down Azeka's face.
"No," she mumbled. "Don't, please…" But he kept walking. Backing against the wall, Azeka curled into a ball, and shut her eyes tight, waiting for the final bullet to be shot.
But it never came. When she dared to open her eyes, she saw the gun on the ground – so that was the clatter she had heard! – and a man standing in front of her, a shield of black light blocking her and himself from Jess. Azeka gasped despite herself. The black light wall was sparkling with little white specks. The man turned around, and Azeka's breath caught in her throat. It was the same man she had dreamt about, the one who was there with Jess…
The man raised his hand, and a ball of black fire appeared. He spoke into it.
"I've found your daughter, Jonathon."
"Damnit, you dumbass! You better wait the fuck up!" Azeka jumped over the door of the convertible, shoving herself into the back seat. The driver screeched off, driving so fast he left skid marks. Azeka let off a loud whoop, grinning. She tried to sit down more comfortably between the two other guys she was sitting between.
"So, how much did you get?" The guy driving asked.
"Fuck, I could barely hold all of it in the bag, Jess! There must be over five hundred in here." She opened the rough burlap bag she held and peered in. There were stacks of money inside. Closing the bag, she stuffed it on the floor. They drove, fast as a bat out of hell until they came to a red light about ten miles from the bank they had just robbed.
"Hey, Azeka, why don't you come up here. You and Rob can switch." Rob, the guy in the front seat hopped out of the car, and held out a hand to Azeka as she stepped out. They both jumped over the doors the land in the seats as the light turned green. Azeka was laughing and whooping. The guys in the back were talking loudly, and seeming to count the money. The group drove around aimlessly for a while, just for the sake of being out and free. Azeka moved closer to Jess, leaning her head on his shoulder. He smiled down at her, draping an arm over her shoulder. They were driving to a Seven Eleven, right on the Strip along the beach. Jess pulled into the parking lot, and pulled the keys out. He turned to the three in the backseat.
"Go buy a case of whatever booze they got."
"Score me a couple packs of gum too," Azeka added. The three guys nodded. Hunching their shoulders, they swaggered into the store, holding wads of money in their fists; the group had done enough stealing for the night – besides, Azeka was the only one who could actually pull it off. She had been pulling heists for a long time; she was only fifteen. Jess turned to her.
"So, kid." He said, sounding strange. "You done good. Five hundred…Fuck, that's more than we've gotten in a long time."
He leaned over to cover her mouth with his, reaching a hand out to squeeze her breast.
Azeka was much used to being treated so. As far as she could remember, she had always lived in the orphanage in the city. It was one hell of a place to live; she had grown up among the others there – most of them were at least double her age. She had learned early on to be compliant with these people, else was in for pain.
Azeka opened her mouth, letting Jess's probing tongue enter. His hands slid down to hold her tiny waist. Not breaking the kiss, he lifted her onto his lap. Beneath her, Azeka could feel his phallus strain against his jeans. Azeka squirmed; though she had always been able to keep Jess from taking her, she wasn't sure she could stop him now. He looked as if her had a couple hits of cocaine in him, and once the guys came back with the liquor, he would be past negotiation. Just as she started to pull away, Rob and the other two came out, two of them holding cases of beer, and one of them holding about twenty packs of gum for Azeka. Jess looked behind him, at the beach. There were a couple of bon fires burning.
"Hey, let's go out there. C'mon, it'll be fun. Put the money in here," Jess opened a small compartment, shoving the bag inside. Then he pulled out a key and locked it. Putting the key in his pocket, Jess hopped out of the car. Hesitating only a moment, Azeka jumped out after. Jess led the way, with Azeka falling in behind, and the other three guys fanning out behind them. It was a comfortable position, one they fell into automatically. They walked to one of the bonfires, where a lot of people were dancing. Rob and the other two wandered over to talk with the girls there. Azeka started to follow, but Jess snaked out a hand and grabbed her arm, pulling her out of the flame's light, where darkness reigned. He kissed her, having to bend down; he was four years older than her, and far taller. He held her waist, sliding his hands under her shirt, probing her mouth with his tongue. Gently, he pulled her to the sand, rolling on top of her. He was breathing hard, and he had beer on his breath; he had downed two bottles too fast on the way down. Azeka bit the inside of her lip. She tried to slide from under him, but he was too heavy. He started to pull her shirt off, forcing it above her breasts. She started to panic, but forced herself to take a deep breath – as much of one as she could take – and talk to him.
"Jess," she said softly. "Jess, not here, not now. I'm only fifteen. Don't do this now. Please." The older boy hesitated a moment, then rolled off her.
"Damnit, Azeka." He said angrily. "Christ, I knew you since you were seven. Seven! And once you got older; fuck, Azeka, I want you so bad. When're you gonna grow up?"
Azeka smiled wryly. "Try back in a couple years." Jess glared at her so savagely, that Azeka moved backward a bit, drawing a quick breath and holding it. If anyone could frighten her, it was Jess when he was angry. And he was always angry after she told him no. Turning away from her, he stood up and went closer to the bonfire, obviously looking for some girl that wouldn't tell him no. Shaking her head, Azeka rose to her feet, dusting off her jeans. Shoving her hands into her pockets, she hunched her shoulders and walked towards the car. She stopped at the edge of the beach, sitting down. Pulling her knees up, she wrapped her arms around them, and buried her face in her knees, closing her eyes. She drowsed, falling into a place between sleep and awareness.
Darkness. Complete and utter darkness. There was nothing. No one. Just like her life…No, wait. There was someone. Coming through the darkness, coming towards her. Not one, but two; at least, two visible people. Shadows ranged behind them. As they walked forward, they became clearer. One, Azeka recognized right away. It was Jess. The other man was foreign to her. He had long dark hair, pulled back in a tail. His nose was too large for good looks, but he had a certain charm about him. His eyes were dark and speculative. Azeka glanced back at Jess. His shoulder length blonde hair hung about his face, giving him a secretive look. His green eyes sparkled with cunning and slyness. He really was beautiful, but harsh. Very harsh. And the other…she did not know who he was, but somehow, she trusted him. And Jess…Jess…
Azeka's head snapped up, as she was shaken awake. Looking up, she saw Jess looking down on her. His eyes were glazed, an effect of the cocaine. He crouched down next to Azeka. His breath was heavy with the sent of alcohol; he had downed several more, and he was now drunk. He kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. Shocked, eyes wide, she fell backwards. Jess rolled on top of her. She could feel his erected manhood through her jeans. Breathing in quick gasps, she tried to pull away. He held her forcefully against him, prohibiting all movement.
"Jess, get off me," She gasped, feeling his hand move down across her stomach. "Now. Stop it! Get off me!" At this last statement, she shoved him; she hadn't thought he would budge. Quite the contrary, he went flying away. Her hands out stretched in front of her, Azeka stared at them as if she had never seen a pair of hands before. And indeed, she had never seen her hands like this. They glowed with a dark blue color. It was so blue the glow was almost black, rather like the color of her hair. It was flecked with hazel all over; the exact same color of her eyes. Frightened, she buried her hands in the sand for a moment. Pulling them back out, she saw they were normal. Hearing a groan, she looked up fearfully. Jess was getting to his feet. And he looked angry. Eyes wide, Azeka scrambled to her feet. She and Jess stared at each other for a moment. Then he reached for the gun hidden in his belt. Terrified, Azeka turn and ran, not even looking back. Behind her, she could hear Jess yell for Rob and the others, heard them scrambling through the sand. Her feet reached concrete, and she ran all out, as fast as she could go. She was fast, faster than normal, and propelled by fear; but Jess and the others were steadily gaining on her. Desperate, Azeka fled down an alley, following it through several others. Looking over her shoulder, she saw Jess closer than she had thought he was. And he held his gun out in front of him, pointed at her chest. She made a turn into another alleyway –
- And found herself facing a dead end. Breathing hard, feeling winded, she sank to her knees, leaning against the wall. Her small body was shuddering, and she tried to pull herself into oblivion. But as Jess and the other three came around the corner, she couldn't help but leap to her feet. Jess stopped, and aimed the gun. He started walking forward, and fired.
He was also drunk, and his aim was bad. The bullet hit Azeka's leg, instead of her chest. She crumpled to the ground, crying out in. Her face was a mask of pain, and she held her hand to her bleeding calf. Jess started forward, and tears leaked down Azeka's face.
"No," she mumbled. "Don't, please…" But he kept walking. Backing against the wall, Azeka curled into a ball, and shut her eyes tight, waiting for the final bullet to be shot.
But it never came. When she dared to open her eyes, she saw the gun on the ground – so that was the clatter she had heard! – and a man standing in front of her, a shield of black light blocking her and himself from Jess. Azeka gasped despite herself. The black light wall was sparkling with little white specks. The man turned around, and Azeka's breath caught in her throat. It was the same man she had dreamt about, the one who was there with Jess…
The man raised his hand, and a ball of black fire appeared. He spoke into it.
"I've found your daughter, Jonathon."