Warning: This story includes rape, depression, suicidal thoughts, character death, violence, cussing, homoerotic relationships, Etc. Don't like don't read
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The boy lays in the corner, deep in thought , shivering occasionally on the cold concrete floor. His breath shows in the air in small white puffs that float away like the smoke of the cigarettes he used to smoke. He would think about how wonderful it would be to smoke, just one more time.
He wished, not only to have a simple cigarette, but to have the memories those cigarettes brought. The times he would laugh along with his friends and his brothers, cuss, shout and have a good time. The boy used to tell himself he liked the silence better, that those times were just a burden, but he now knows that the silence he once craved,
Is a sick lie.
Silence leaves a copper-like taste in the mouth of whomever is engulfed by it. It's a bottomless pit of loneliness, regret, and an empty feeling that can only be filled by the contact of another.
Only now does he realize how incredibly selfish he was.
The boy starts to hum softly, a melody his older brother Sodapop used to hum to him when he was sick.
Ponyboy had never known the words, but he had always imagined it to be about a beautiful blue bird, chirping, and soaring through the night sky.
He suddenly stops when he hears those heavy footsteps ascending the stairs once again, as they do almost every day. It seems as if centuries pass by, waiting until he can feel the monsters breath on his skin. Finally the 'man' inches closer, kneels in front of him in a catlike manner. He then sets a lit candle down, and pulls some clothing from a drawstring bag.
As he does this, Pony wonders how long ago the man had the lit candle, did he just light it? Or did he have it walking down the stairs? Pony's short term memory seemed to get worse the longer he stayed here, though that was the least of Pony's problems.
It was getting to a point where Pony couldn't distinguish between delusions and reality, he could see himself picking up that candle and setting the monster on fire and dancing on his ashes, clear as day, but when he blinks, this image is gone in seconds.
The creature strips Ponyboy, strangely gentle, then drapes the new, clean clothes over Pony's body. They felt so soft and new as the cotton caressed his skin, they may have only been a cheap t-shirt and sweatpants, but they felt like heaven compared to his ragged jeans and ripped sweater he had worn sense his arrival.
Then for the first time, the creature spoke more than 4 words to the boy,
"I'm finally getting you another friend...You'll like that huh? Maybe you tWo can 'play' with each other for me? Make your Master happy...?"
The creature left it as a question for the boy to respond, Pony nodded slowly,
"Good."the monster responded, his deep and satisfied voice rang through Pony's ears.
Just as suddenly as he came, he left, with Pony's old clothes and the candle, but when the monster picked it up, it illumintaed his features for a split second, and then Pony finally realized who his captor was for these long three months,
It was Tim Shepard.
It all made sense, dark eyes and hair, cat like features, that scratchy and deep voice... It was so obvious. "But why would Tim do this? What did I ever do to him?" Pony wondered.
Hours have passed since the boys realization. For a short while he tried to think of some credible reason Tim would do this. There was none Pony could find, So Pony decided to calm himself and sleep in his new soft clothes.
Those same heavy footsteps echo in his dreams as he slowly circles back into consciousness. Ponyboy jumps slightly as he is shaken into alertness.
He hears the voice of his 'master' Tim, calmly commanding him to wake up.
A warm light fills the space.
Pony looks up to see Tim and another figure beside him. Tim pulls the figure closer so Ponyboy can study it.
The figure was a small built boy...man. He was defiantly older than Ponyboy by at least half a decade, his face was young and innocent but his eyes, were the kid you saw in some kind of 80 year old war vet. You could just tell those dark green eyes had seen things.
He had long black hair that was pulled back in the same way Ponyboy used to wear his, so long ago.
He was maybe 5'6 and had on the same clothes as Pony, black t-shirt and sweatpants.
Tim took the green eyed mans hand and sat him down next to Ponyboy, then left without a word, only a lopsided grin. The light then dissipated as well.
Ponyboy was deep in thought when they were soon interrupted by a voice smooth as silk,
"I'm not sure how my night led to this..." He paused with a sad sigh, " My name is Robin McNeman, Your's?"
"Ponyboy. Ponyboy Curtis."