Disclamer: I do not own The Suite Life of Zack and Cody whatsoever. I'm just an author, trying out a story.
Summary: Moseby found Cody bloodied and raped. Taking the boy under his wing, will he be able to comfort Cody, or will Cody be cursed to a life of depression. And where's Zack in all of this madness?
This is my first ever fanfic of any kind, so enjoy, and please review.
Moseby's POV:
The grey and silver bus' brakes screeched to a gradual halt. Its narrow doors opened slowly, with a dull creak from the hinges. I stood up from my sit, grabbing my personal bag and walked through the littered aisle to the front of the bus. Boston was a very diverse city, and this bus showed just how varied the people were. Their eyes followed me all the way to the head of the vehicle. It's like they've never seen a hotel manager before. Managing a hotel was a full time job, but even I had enough of a life to not stay there all night, and that's where I left off.
"Have a nice day." the overweight bus driver grunted.
"You too." I smiled as I walked down the three steps and finally touched land. The bus sped off behind me, motor overworking itself to a loud whir, until it was out of hearing range. Then I began the routine walk to my house. The third turn of my everyday trot was through an alley. I was just early enough to miss the flocking of drug dealers and the very addicts that gave them their ever-popular business. The alley never seemed to be clean; liquor bottles, cigarette butts, trash bags, some full, and the occasional stray dog plagued this runway. But it was always just a quick trip through, no reason for worry. As I neared the turn, the streetlights came on. Shadows appeared on the uneven brick wall that ran into the alley. It was a person, which wasn't a common sight, at least at that particular time. Slyly peeking around the corner, I saw the very person from which the shadow belonged. A tall man, well built. His hair was cut short, a few blonde streaks tinging the brown, same color as his facial hair, which was trimmed to only a mustache. He was wearing a grey shirt, with some ilegible writing on it, along with a pair of jeans that were horribly wrinkled.
There looked to be no particular reason as to why he was standing there, unless it was another drug trade, but it was much too early for that. And then I saw it. The body of a young boy, lying prostrate before the towering man. My heart sped up immediately. As I leaned in farther around the corner for a better look, I clumsily brushed a metal trash can, knocking it over. The man's head snapped my way, I shrunk behind the corner. His shirt was soaked with blood, why hadn't I seen that earlier? One step, he was coming my way, two steps, his walk was cautious, three steps, he was nearly to the corner. I couldn't run, I couldn't speak, hell, I couldn't move in general.
"Who's out there!" he demanded. He threw a trashcan down in anger. His steps came faster now, I was in trouble. The whir of a siren blared in the distance, he ceased to progress. HIs shadowed reversed down the alley again, I breathed a sigh of relief. Again, he stopped in front of the boy.
"I'll be back for you later." he hissed, able to land a swift kick to the kid's mid-section before running off. My heart was still beating furiously, my mind was still trying to comprehend what just transpired, I couldn't even remember my own name. Taking two deep breaths, I calmed myself down and started down the alley, slowly coming towards the body that lay still. I averted my eyes, trying everything possible so that I wouldn't see that boy as I passed. But just as I was passing him, a muffled cry spilled from his mouth. My body froze, I thought he was dead, but he must've been clinging to the little essence of life still lingering in his body. Blood covered his small frame, some of it still fresh, I felt sick. This was a matter for the police, but they'd just toss him into a foster home to rot, I was going to do something about this myself. I knelt down to the boy, inspecting him in awe.
"What's your name?" my voice was quivering. At the sound of my voice, his emotionless eyes met mine. Tears were welled up in them, spilling in streams. His mouth moved slightly but no words came out at first.
"...cody..."
A/N: Well there ya go Chapter one of this long story. The story will eventually progress into a romance, but I won't say between who though.XD.