SLASH! Don't like, don't read!
Pairing: Edge and Christian, Jeff/Punk, Matt/Amy, Mickie/AJ (possibly more)
This is a second version of this story, wasnt happy with the first and I added a few more characters. Hope you like it!
Story of a rescue.
Joseph Mickens never existed (thank god) so is Henry Monroe. Dave is Batista and he is MEAN =)
Jay was freezing. Going to the gym had seemed like a good idea at first, the other good idea would have been to take a sweater or a jacket to get there. The short blonde tried blowing on his hands but with no real improvement. He fastened the pace, not very willing to stay in the dark streets when he knew the neighborhood wasn't safe. There were lots of hookers and their pimps waiting for new victims, as were rapists, man whores, gang members and so on…
He knew a few of them were inoffensive like Aksana, Eve, Kelly Kelly, Evan or Kofi for example. The girls had poor excuses for parents or were immigrants with no money to speak of.
Jason was an orphan, he had to sell drugs for a long time before he had enough funds to open his bar. The Maze was his alternative since he couldn't afford an education. His father had been a bartender for years and an alcoholic for even longer. He'd wrapped their car around a tree when Jason was seven, sending him right in the system. He hadn't been damaged beyond repair though. Unlike other kids Jay Reso was strong; his body was small but his mind was a rock. He had the right instincts; he stayed low and didn't have to fear foster fathers with tastes in little boys. He'd always been handsome, but not a girly kind of kid. He was a strawberry blonde with short spikes, his eyes were blue and sharp; his body more compact than most. He could hear some of the kids cry at night and some days he did too because of Joseph Mickens.
Some people shouldn't be allowed around children and he was the worst person Jay had ever met. His dad was deep drowned in cheap liquor and he used used his fists a bit too often but he never got in his bed. Father Joe as he was called by everyone; was a greasy little man with too much power on his dirty hands. But the guy had a serious problem with keeping his dick in his pants around his "favorites".
The abuse had been taken to another level when Joe had seen Jay put a bit of his food in Zack's plate. The gray haired pervert had taken hold his shirt and threw Jason on the floor where he kicked him in the ribs until the boy puked. All the kids started crying silently but were ordered not to move from their chairs. After getting back up to meet the eyes of his attacker, the little blonde had charged Mickens but the mean beast had a strange amount of vivacity in him for his age. He pushed him aside and in the bathroom where he held his head under the water he had left in the bathtub for a later occasion. He had put so much force in it that the forehead of the boy split and the water turned a sickening pink shade. And all this time, Joseph Lyle Mickens had laughed, like the poor little bastard could stand a chance against him.
In the mean time no one had paid attention to the little brown haired boy with no strength. Zack had been shaken out of his trance. He knew he could die if their "dad" decided it but at this point of his young life, wasn't death kind of a relief?
Zack ran for his life through the garden, his bare feet slipping on the wet grass. He got to their neighbor's house and knocked as hard as he could with his small fists. He almost cried when Thomas Laughlin aka Tommy Dreamer opened it with a kendo stick in his large hands. He quickly explained what was going on and begged him to intevain. Mickens had a lot of ennemies outside of the house so it only took a second for Dreamer to call the cops and check on the group.
Alicia and Michelle were hiding under the table, their hands clasped around their knees while Paige held a butter knife as if her life depended on it. Adam was at Jason's side with his shirt pressed against the wound.
Everything had been a blur for Jason. Except for the fact he had lost his first love that night. The concussion he had suffered that night had been so bad that he had stayed in an induced coma for two weeks. His drugged body fighting hard for Jay to stay alive. And all this time, his memories were his companions. Like how the two blondes had first met in the middle of Hell on Earth, the day Mickens had accepted to sign the papers and took his friend in.
Adam had been sent to Joe's because his mother had died, shot by his stepdad in the chest in front of her son. Henry Monroe had almost gotten Adam too but only grazed his neck leaving lightning shaped scar on his pale skin. Jason remembered talking to him at night, caressing the sensitive pink mark trying to calm him down; preparing him for those times where he couldn't help him the way he wanted and promising him better days that never came. They loved each other more than any words could have decribed. Not lovers, not brothers... It always had been more than that.
Their worlds had been torned apart by grief, by separation but Jason never gave up on the idea that he could find him and love him again. That they would be safe one day. Jason had a thought for him each day, like a talisman. He prayed, in his own words for him to be healthy and happy; although the rational part in him made him think that Adam probably never got the happy end he deserved.
But when hope is all that you have, what more can you let go of..?