Hey there ! I am back with a new chapter, I got a few reviews pretty much encouraging me to continue so here it is !
Again sorry for my poor english. Enjoy !
Kyle was currently inside a poorly lighted room, inside of what, the other boy who he was speaking to, called his"office" which was in fact the basement of a torn up, and what it looks like, inhabited house. Only exception to that; was the electricity still looked around, there wasn't much to the room, three chair, a dirty desk covered with cigarette butts, an ashtray, a couple of empty beer bottles and a bunch papers on it.
There was also a large fan aiming toward the other boy, the redhead kind of wish it was directed his way too… It was surely very hot in here. The only source light came from a lightbulb hanging from the ceiling, occasionally flickering.
"I feel stalked lately, everytime I take a shower after basketball practice, when I am alone, sometime even on the way home, I just feel watched all the time" Kyle shifted awkwardly as he saw the noirette eye's in the dark staring at him while he was listening to his story. These hazel eyes shining in the dark like some wolf, staring at his prey.
"I also get weird messages here and there in my locker" He reached at his pocket and dropped a handful of papers on the desk that was separating Kyle from the other boy.
The boy who Kyle was talking to was no other than Christophe Delorne alias " the Mole ".
Though Christophe was still in high school he was known to be a deadly mercenary, an awesome fighter, an expert in almost any type of weapon, in other words : Someone you don't fuck with. Kyle felt a chill on his spine at the thought of it…. He was alone in a basement with a professional murderer, he knew the Mole could kill him easily with his bare hands and nobody would hear him scream from here.
The redhead started to wonder if he made a good choice for coming here, he felt a little scared. But he remembered Christophe from when they were kids, how he helped with La Resistance….How he died in Kyle's arms. Of course that was before Kenny sacrifice himself and everything went back to normal. They never talked after that day even when Christophe started to go to the same high school. Until now. The jewish boy was wondering if he still remembered everything from when they were kids. If he remembered dying in his arms.
Kyle moved his gaze from the floor to look at the french men. He did change a lot physically, no surprise, everybody did in their own way. He was really tall, had what it appeared to be untamable short ebony hair, dark eyes and his face and arms contained a few scars and he was also very muscular. In other word handsome, the type of men who would have most of the girls at his feets if he wasn't such a scary figure, everybody rarely dared talk to him, the scars was already a big warning for everybody but Christophe social skills wasn't helping with that either, he never smile unless it was some smugly smirk to prove something or scare someone and even that was rare, he would never talk to anybody and always glare at people. He was always rude to most people and always covered with dirt like he just came back from burying corps.
Christophe was leaning on the chair, his feet crossed on the corner of the desk, unintentionally dirting it.
Kyle watched as he leaned forward to grab the wrinkled papers and read them.
His expression was deadly serious as he would for any job.
The taller boy was wearing a loose tank top which was showing off his perfect abs, a camouflage color pants with a lot of pockets, like the kind the army would wear and at his feets what seems to be some freaking heavy ass boots. He was also wearing his dog tags that he seems to never separate from it.
Christophe read each one of the messages,taking his time, trying to analyze every last bit of it, like what does it say ? Written on what ? What kind of writing ? Anything that could give him any clue.
"You look hot today"
"I love your hair"
Most of the message seem pretty much innocent but as he went through the notes, he noticed the obvious aggravation some of them was getting.
"I want to make you weep"
"I bet you taste as good as you look"
"You're cute when you sleep"
Mole move his gaze to kyle, he was looking down at his hands which was gripping the chair between his legs.
"ow long as et been going on ? " He sighed dropping the notes back on his desk.
Kyle move his head up surprised this was the first time he talk since he got here, before that he was just making a few gestures, like for telling him to come in or sit down. But then Kyle smiled at himself, the frenchman still had that heavy accent that was so characteristic of him " About a month, maybe a bit more".
" I see…." Christophe pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket pants, popped one out of the package and slipped it between his lips."Do you hav' an idea who zhat miight be ? " He took out a lighter out of his other pocket and lit up the cigarette.
"No" Kyle voice broke out almost like a whisper, he cleared his throat " No, I don't".
Christophe narrowed his eyes and just observe the Jewish boy for few minutes, he did remembered Kyle from that time with 'La Resistance', how could he not ? Kyle was the last person he lay eyes on before letting everything get dark. He always wanted to thank him for holding him, it was one of the main reason why the mole was back in south park and shared the same high school. Countless of time he would of watch Kyle from afar, wanting to go talk to him but never managed to actually do it. Christophe wasn't a very social person and never had (or wanted )to thank anybody so he had trouble to do it. Also, Kyle grew out to be really cute and for some reason this wasn't helping the mole to bring him to talk to him, he didn't know why. He could of say it now, perfect place nobody was around but he could still not bring himself to do it.
"Who talk to you bout' me and my services ?" He finally asked, blowing the smoke out as he spoke.
"My friend, Kenny, he said you helped him before, with the drugs dealers".
He rose an eyebrow, "McCormick ? Yeah I remember zhat smartass, he 'ad a few problems wiz his neighbors try to sell drugs to his little sister when he wasn't around , am I right ?
"Yeah, thank you for that by the way, they were really scaring her…But...So…..Do you think you can help me ?"
"Depend, can you pay ? " He said letting hanging the cigarette on the corner of his mouth. He didn't actually want to make Kyle pay as this could of been a way to get back at him for 'La Resistance' but he didn't want others to perceive this as a special treatment. He had a reputation.
"How much ? " The shorter boy asked, apprehending for the worst.
Mole took a second to answer, examining the redhead again.
" 500 dollars." he finally said as a very matter of facts.
Kyle almost choke on his own spit "500?! Geez, just to get a pervert off me ?"
Christophe rose an eyebrow, he actually made him a good deal he usually made people pay double for less work than that. Christophe considered himself as the best for what he was doing and asking for too low was like insulting himself. But he wanted to do it for Kyle….Probably because he felt like he owed him for that day when they were kids.
"Is zhat a no ?" he ask disappointed not that Kyle could of notice though.
Kyle looked away, he really wanted that guy to stop stalking him, he was getting worried for his own safety, not that kyle was all that weak but he didn't know how built the other guy was himself or how far he could take things, what if he had weapons ? What if he hurt one of his friends or family to get to him ?...He did not want that to happen so if 500 dollars was the price to get rid of him, he guessed he will have to, he'll just ask for more hours at tweek's coffee shop where he worked part time. He was sure the blond could use a bit more help.
"Can I make payments ?"
The mercenary gave a crooked smile to Kyle " Sure." He was happy that he was going to be able to be around the Jewish boy more, he will maybe find a way to finally thank him like he wanted to for years. Christophe never usually took payments either he had to have the cash altogether upfront but he didn't care with Kyle, they were only one other person who he had let make payments, though he almost regretted for doing so.
"By the way, this reminds me. Tell McCormick zhat he still owes me, and zhat eef he want to still be able to see the sun, he better hurry." He smashed the cigarette butt on the ashtray while Kyle just nodded. "Now that this is settle let me hear a bit more bout' this degenerate that follows you everywhere. So you said he followed you at basketball practice? On the way home ? Where else have you find yourself stalked ?"
"Pretty much anywhere where I am alone" Kyle swallowed hard, he was embarrassed to have to get help.
"Anywhere where you are alone ? Basketball practice is ze only place when you're not ?" He rose an eyebrow thinking that the guy maybe in the basketball team too if that was the case.
"No, I am alone there too."
"You take your shower alone ? "
"Yeah… I usually wait until everybody's gone…" He flushed, Kyle was kind of embarrassed at the idea of being naked in front of other people, he was ashamed of his body. Kyle was shorter than most of his friend and not as muscular as them. He always felt kind of demasculated if he had to show his features to others even though Kenny remind him how sexy and perfect his body was almost everyday.
"I see...well you know what I am going to tell you? Try to stay around people, even in ze showers" he said seriously while lighting up another cigarette.
Kyle just nodded very fast, he knew he was being careless because of his pride.
"Do you fall azleep in school ?" he brushed the cigarettes ashes on the floor not caring one bit at the mess.
"Huh ?"
"zhat note" he rose the piece of paper, " itz said 'Youre cute when you sleep' so do you sleep in school ? " he almost smile at the blush of kyle's cheek after he read that note out loud.
"It happened to me a couples of time in the library but it was a while ago."
"So unless he saw you at the library one of those times, Zhat mean he saw you sleeping in your room…" He trailed off looking intensely at the paper again.
"Yeah, It's kind of creepy." Kyle brought his arms closer around himself.
"Don't you worry, I'll find him" He said noticing the move from the other boy in front of him" I always find them."
"Thank you, Mole." Kyle gave him a warm smile.
That kind of took Christophe by surprised and just stared at him with wide eyes, Kyle smile was beautiful that it made the boy mute. The jewish boy took him out of his revery, " So when do you want your first payment ? "
"Whenever you can."
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