New York City had never been known for it's wonderful family atmosphere and as another dark damp day settled over the vast city, it surprised very few. For many knew the dangers of living in such a rough and humble place. New York was a beautiful city but as they say beauty usually lies only skin deep and this was no exception. Then again, for many the risk excited them and made living in the city all the more grand. There were of course always things to keep the young excited and New York could satisfy even the most rugged of them all. One must seek out most of those things though and on this dark and smog filled day that's exactly what 17 year old Aden Hopkins was doing. The blond boy was around 6 feet tall and built very well. Most of the girls didn't complain when he came a calling on their doorstep. His blond hair cascaded down over his eyes in a smooth blanket of gold spun bangs and his crystal blue spheres contrasted beautifully. He wore a black Linkin Park Tee shirt and a pair of wore out blue jeans. This of course wasn't very noticeable in the dark alleyway in which he strode. His hand clamped down upon a cold doorknob and with a cautious glance down the dark street he entered.

The smell of marijuana immediately stung his nose and he smirked. Just what he was looking for. "Hey Tee it's Ace." He said softly. Codenames had never failed them before and Aden used his faithfully. A dark shadowy figure emerged from the corner of the room and spoke in a raspy whisper. "Where's my dough,boy?" He snapped and Aden gave him a roll of bills at least a few inches thick. The man greedily snapped them up and then threw a small sack at Aden. It contained about an ounce of crack and Aden smiled. "Thanks". He said as he exited.. He walked slowly through the room and then exited the building.

As he walked into the street he made it only a few feet before a voice commanded him to stop. Only then did Aden notice the flashing blue lights and the 20 or so officers that surrounded them. He broke out in a cold sweat and quickly stuffed the bag into his coat pocket. Then he fled. He had no idea where he was going or how he was going to get there without being shot. All he knew was that he had to escape with his precious cargo and preferably his life in hand. He turned and ran full speed into another dark alleyway. He silently prayed that his feet wouldn't fail him as he shot blindly around corners. At one point he lost his footing but quickly although not gracefully caught himself, and in the process scraped his hands painfully against the rough pavement. Not missing a step he took off again. Weaving through the streets he soon found himself in a rough and tumble neighborhood. Worse then the one he was in before if that was even possible. Silently he crept around corners and entered an old abandoned building. Sometime during that run he seemed to have shaken off the cops.

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"And that's how I escaped those bastards." Aden bragged hours later as he lay in bed beside a more then beautiful girl. It was obvious she was nothing more then a one night stand. It wasn't unusual for Aden to get these urges after a high and the pile of used joints on his bed stand and the pungent smell of marijuana smoke proved this point. Smirking he rolled her over on her back and proceeded to kiss her neck, leaving reddened marks upon her skin. She moaned and then moved her hands down Aden's belt and expertly began to remove his pants. He sighed and went to work on her shirt. When they were both nude, Aden once again positioned himself over her then allowed his tongue to explore her mouth, then her neck, and finally her chest. Suddenly he savagely entered her and the girl moaned in both pain and pleasure. Aden had never lacked in confidence when it came to things like this. Not that he needed to. He was well known for these certain talents and as he pumped in and out of her he never heard the footsteps creeping ever so softly up the stairs. This could have been partly because of the shower of rain that leaked steadily from the sky. The drops leaked outside the window pane through which shadowy figures could be viewed. They crept to the door and took their positions, guns drawn, then without hesitation one leaned back and positioned his foot for a strong kick. Aden never heard it coming, nor did his companion.

Minutes later the nightlife of New York was greeted to a show as a young boy was lead out of an old building and put in a patrol car. Aden cursed the officer as he warned him to watch his head as he sat down. How could he have missed it? His ears were trained here footsteps. Damn the slut's moans, damn the rain, damn it all. He had never heard the door slam open and only had enough time to cover himself before he was caught. Now he was sitting in an ice cold police car, shirtless, and in a shitload of trouble. He knew this couldn't be good he had already be tried once for drug trafficking but nothing was ever proved and so he got off, but he had a feeling it wouldn't be that easy this time. He needed a cigarette, damn these handcuffs.

A few hours later, Aden sat motionless in the interrogation room of the local police department. His blond locks were askew and his built chest was laden with dirt and sweat. Although he would never show it, the young boy was terrified. His heart was beating a hundred times a minute and the only thing keeping him calm was the thought that there was another joint sitting at home if he ever got out of this one. Sighing Aden relaxed in the chair although the handcuffs clamped about his wrists didn't allow for much of this. Aden jerked suddenly when the door behind him clicked and a middle aged man entered with two officers. Aden followed the man with his eyes as he sat across from him at a small table. "So son how long did you actually suspect to get off before we caught you?" Aden stayed silent. "Did you really suspect we wouldn't eventually track you down like we do all the druggies?" Once again receiving no answer the man continued. "I'm going to give you a chance to tell me who sold you the dope boy. We might be able to get you a lighter sentence if you'll cooperate" For a moment Aden actually thought about ratting out the man but even the desperate side of him wouldn't allow him to snitch and so once again silence reigned. Sighing the man turned and looked at the officers, the toward Aden once again. "Ok boys I suppose he's not gonna cooperate. Oh well Judge Bowden will take care of him tomorrow and make sure he knows that this ones a quiet one." With a devilish smile the detective left and the handcuffs were tightened once again as Aden was led to a cold damp cell to await his trial and his fate..