Here is the first part of the story me and my friend have been working on. It might take a while to update because she just moved and has to find the paper copies again. This is an Yaoi, meaing male on male action. It has little action to begin with, please no flaming. ~Ketsueki~
The cool dank alley way was perfect cover; the Mock Space X was there for the taking. Only the guards, placed strategically at the front and the back of the ship stood in the way. This was aasier than the usual heist, where usually they would have some five or six guards at attention to guard the expensive model.
Sliding along the ground up to the side of the car that was covered in shadows –silently- with years of practice behind it. Riley picked the lock on the door and slipped in, hotwiring the car, starting it up, slamming the door and taking off all within a couple of seconds. Guards shouted as they were helpless to stop the high speed ship leaving.
"Home free now," Riley said to himself as he headed to the warehouse to retrieve the money in exchange for the ship. He really needed his fix before he went home so he didn't have to feel or realize what his "father" was going to do. An memory of his father's fist flying at him flashed through his mind, it was so real he jerked aside to avoid it taking the ship with him. The ship swerved into an old building, its end catching the corner of the building, sending the ship into an uncontrollable spin. Riley clutched the wheel, struggling to control the ship.
It was hopeless.
Even though the glass of the ship was supposed to be "bullet-proof safe", it shattered all around him, pieces cutting his exposed arms and face as the ship continued to slam against buildings out of control.
Riley covered his head with his arms, closing his eyes tight. As the ship hit the ground, Riley was tossed against the walls as the ship continued to roll, glass rolling with him, digging into his flesh. When the ship finally stopped, Riley laid still, little rivulets of blood flowing down his face. He had to leave before the cops came. He tried to turn onto his stomach but he couldn't move.
No! He couldn't get caught again!
He struggled to move but the force with which he had been thrown around inside the ship had bruised his body so bad that it had shut itself down to save itself from the pain. Riley couldn't help but laugh, thinking of all the times his father had battered his body and he had been forced to feel it. That is, until he found the drugs. From far off he could hear the sirens of the approaching police ships. Riley's struggle to move intensified, willing his body to turn over and move. He could feel his fingers twitch and as if that were the signal for his body, pain flooded all of his senses.
Crying out in pain, tears gathered in his eyes as he slowly began to turn over onto his stomache, glass crunching under his weight. The sirens continued to grow louder as Riley crawled out of the wreckage, smears of crimson blood trailing in his wake as it soaked through his torn jeans and ran down his arms. Knowing that is he couldn't get away he would be caught and put in jail and he would rather be in hell than in jail. Slowly, due to the pain in his body, he pushed himself to his knees, then to his feet just to collapse. Using the alley wall to help himself back to his feet,then slowly placing one foot infront of the other, just trying to get to his friend's house.
Riley looked up ahead. Damn them siren's were loud, he thought as he stumbled his way into the building. Shutting the door, he headed to the way of his group. At the sight of him, some came to help him while Kandi went to get bandages, cloth, and a water basin to wash away the blood.
"We need to get out of here, the police are on their way. Jay, do you still have your speed shuttle?" asked Riley to his second-hand man.
"Yeah, I think so. Let me go get it started, by the time you're there we can leave," said Jay as he sprinted down the hall.
Ray helped lift Riley while Kitty grabbed extra bandages and water for later. As they went down the hall and entered the shuttle, the door slammed shut and the back closed off from the driving area as a gas started to fill the back and a man in a police issued gas mask looked through the glass into the shuttle. Ray set Riley down, as the gas sent them all into coughing fits, and began to swing at the door, denting it withhis great strength before busting it open.
Kitty and most of the other crew was unconscious while Ray, Riley, and Jay who had been thrown into the back were still awake. At least until the police pulled the tazers out and knocked out Ray and Jay while Riley, who was barely standing, was grabbed by a police officer and was pushed back into the now gas-free shuttle. He watched angerily as another officer placed Jay and Ray into the shuttle. A sudden prick in his neck made him aware of another officer holding a tranquilizer gun. As the door closed his vision turned back. His last thought before passing out was that he hoped he died before they reached the jail.
He heard the three voices before any other body function started to work.
"Strike three for this guy. Take him to the auction block."
Riley knew that voice. It had threatened and taunted him the past two times he had been thrown into jail. Officer Jakes.
"No one will buy him lookin' like that." That was a new voice, one Riley didn't recognize.
"Then clean the bastard up. You know the law, he stays on the block 'till he's bought," That was Jakes again.
"Looks like a gurl when he's nice an' purty." Riley cringed and kept his eyes closed. That was the voice from his nightmares, the one that had always forced him to pleasure the speaker. Officer Mik.
"I'm sho' gonna' miss them soft lips." He burst out into a loud bray of laughter that seemed to drill into Riley's ears. He never could tell which of three fates was wrose: staying with his rat bastard father, returning to Officer Mik's greedy arms, or get thrown on the block.
Hands roughly grabbed him, shaking his body until his head began to hit the hard bench underneath him. Riley's aqua eyes snapped open to glare at a rough looking woman. The new voice.
"Get up boy, I ain't carrying your ass to the block." Riley snarled, glaring up through the woman's course orange hair to her red contact-covered eyes.
"Fuck…you." A hard hand grabbed his hair and pulled his head up.
"What did you just say to me boy?" She came really close to his face, little flecks of spit flying out to spray his cheeks.
"I said 'fuck you'." Oh he was pushing it. Somewhere deep inside him he was praying she'd kill him.
"Sorry Rabbit, but fucking ya is my job." Officer Mik was lounging at his desk .
He was called rabbit by the police, who he calledPigs, because of most of his quick clean getaways.
Riley turn his head to retort when a fist slammed into his jaw. Another fist connected with his stomache, sinking into the hollow pit. His breath came out in a rush, pushing past his lips with small bits of spittle. Another punch connected with his jaw before he could tell who was attacking him. The new officer sneered at him, red eyes eeming to glow with her anger.
Yes, this was it. She would kill him and it would all be over. As punches rained down on his body, the only thing he could think of was freedom. He would finally be free of his father, of the pain of living. When the punches stopped he looked up, blinking back the blood that was dripping into his eyes.
Jakes had the new woman by the shoulders, pulling her back. No, he couldn't lose this chance to be free!
"Wh…whore…" He managed to whisper out that one hoarse word. The woman screeched but Jakes held her back.
"Mik! Take him to the block now! No waiting for him!" Mik jumped out of his seat and pulled Riley up, eyeing the woman the whole time. Riley dragged his feet, only partially because he didn't want to go to the block. She had hurt him good. He had never been hit like that in jail, not even when Mik had first cornered him. The usually talkative officer was, for once, silent. He pulled Riley down the narrow hallway to the back of the jail where the auctions took place. They stopped in front of a grey door,no different from the others. The only thing that signaled what lay beyond was a pile of dirty clothes. Mik turned to him and sighed.
"We're 'ere Rabbit. Last time fer me to see ya without yer clothes." Riley cringed and held up his cuffed hands. Mik took out his keys and unlocked the metal shackles, the familiar gleam back in his eye that made Riley want to gag. The shackles fell and Mik carelessly kicked them to the side, his eyes never leaving Riley's face.
"I said take yer clothes off Rabbit." Riley knew that tone too well now to attempt to disobey. With shaking hands he pulled off his ripped t-shirt, wincing as it brushed against his cuts and the pieces of glass that were still buried deep. Mik licked his laips and grabbed onto Riley's jeans, undoing them and pulling them down roughly. Riley cried out in pain as pieces of glass were ripped out of his thighs, his hands automatically grabbing Mik's shoulders to stay upright.
"That's right Rabbit, hold onta me."
Part Two will be out as soon as Kitty finishs unpacking from the move. We will keep you updated as soon as possible.
