Heaven's Angel-Chapter 2
A/N: Writing this fic does give me a good excuse to watch Bigger, Longer, and Uncut more times than should me socially acceptable. By movie standards, it's terrible, but hell, it is still my favorite! I got a request to do more backstory, and that really got the plot into action in my mind. Hopefully this will turn into everything I want it to be. Now, on with the show!
16 years earlier
Kyle Broflovski sat in the third pew of his towns' Synagogue aimlessly flipping through the Torah, not really paying attention to the service. It was far too early in the morning for this high school freshman, and it showed in his unbrushed curly red hair. On top of this mound, his yarmulke was perched precariously. Next to him, his mother Sheila through his younger brother's hair, attempting to give at least one of her boys an acceptable appearance.
What happened next was a complete blur. The first shot came after the doors in the back were flung open and the glass shattered everywhere. The next shot hit the Rabbi square between the eyes. This broke the stunned silence that covered the crowd, causing all hell to break loose. Families broke up, mothers shoved young children under the pews, and more shots rang out. Kyle watched an elderly man hit the ground and blood pool on the ground. Strong hands of his father pushed him to the ground, forcing him to his hands and knees and under the pew. Next to him, his little brother Ike cowered into his arms. Wrapping his arms around him, Kyle tried to comfort his brother, whispering that he needed to be quiet and everything would be okay.
His words fell flat though, as he was whimpering himself. Kyle put his hands over Ike's eye, not wanting him to see the bullet casings fall to the ground around them, along with the bodies. He didn't see his parents, so he could only hope that they were safe somewhere.
Within moments, the noise completely stopped. No more screaming, no more gun shots, nothing. This was the most petrifying moment. Where were his parents? Did anyone else make it? Where were the murders? The answer the last question was answered almost right away, when large back boots stepped very close to Kyle's face. Ike knew to be quiet, not making a peep, but the boots didn't move on.
Suddenly, he was grabbed by the back of his hair and all he saw after that was the flash of a red armband with a black swastika on it.
Kyle awoke in a room full of people, completely naked, and on a stage. Other young boys from his Synagogue surrounded him, including Ike. He tried to go to him, but was restrained by a rope tied around his neck.
"God fucking damn it…" He said aloud, but was drowned out by the people in the crowd shouting and whistling and laughing. Some of the other boys on the stage were still out, heads hung forward and completely unaware. In a way, Kyle envied them. Others, like Ike, were wide awake, either looking nervously at the crowd of men before them or staring at the floor, refusing to meet their fate.
One by one, they were called up. And one by one, they were sold off to the highest bidder. Kyle saw Ike go to a skinny, frail man who spoke very little English. That's when he started to cry. God, if only Ike could have gotten away, if only Kyle knew where his precious little brother was going, then this whole situation would be better. Then he could handle being dragged to the front when it was his turn.
The man taking the bids talked him up real big. A virgin, redhead, thin. Perfect for someone who wanted a little Jewish princess. The pricing started high and only got higher. In a way, it should have been flattering, but pure fear kept his knees knocking and teeth chattering.
And just like that, it was done. A large man, well over six foot, was the winner. When he came up to collect his prize, Kyle was even more frightened. Big hands grabbed for his arms, taking him away from the stage. His head was shaved and his eyes were cold and dark. But there was something about his face that was…almost kind.
For a full day, he was put into a bathroom and told to shave every bit of his body hair, except his head.
"Fuck you, let me go!" Kyle screamed at him, fighting against the man that easily weighed twice as much as him. A hard slap against his cheek sent him flying back, hitting the wall.
"I am you master, now. I am your god," The man began, "If you want to live to ever see that fucking kike family of yours again, you will listen and do whatever I say."
Kyle spat on his feet. Another slap sent him reeling into the side of the counter, hitting his head.
When he woke up, he was alone in the room with the razor and a bottle of lotion on the counter he hit his head on. Stumbling to the door, he found it locked and pounded open handed on it.
"Let me out of here! You fucking butt-wipe! Let me go!" He continued until he was just too exhausted to do it anymore. Leaning against the door and sliding to the floor, he put his head in his hands.
Why the hell did this happen? Neo-nazis attacking a Synagogue in a small Colorado town that nobody cared about. Why? Where were his parents? The man did say if he played nice, then he would see them again. It could have just been a ploy though. It was probably just a game to get him to behave.
Hours later and the man still hadn't come back. Kyle was taking sips out of the sink. Finally, his stubbornness and pride just gave out and he just began the process of shaving himself clean, then putting lotion in the freshly shaved spots. He had to admit, his skin did feel pretty good. But he finished relatively quickly and the man still hadn't come back.
Thinking it was work a shot, he went to the door and knocked softly.
"I'm done," He said coldly, but calmly.
"FUCK, STOP! God fucking damn it, please stop!" Kyle cried as the man pounded him for the first time in a completely white bedroom.
Years went by, and Kyle's spirit and fight died with them. He spent his life in the bedroom and bathroom, force fed drugs like ecstasy and to be the play thing for his master and whomever else the master let in. He must keep his body shaved at all times and clothes were never given to him. His hair grew long and the curls now bounced around his shoulders, kept beautiful by daily showers and weekly hair treatments that he must do. If he did everything he was told to, he was left alone. If not, he was beaten and raped.
Kyle lost track of the years when Master came into his room with a man he had never seen before following him. Quickly, Kyle left his bed to greet his master with a kiss on the top of his shoes. But Master held him up this time, bringing him close to kiss his lips.
"Kike, this is my son. You will treat him as you are expected to treat me. Eric," He addressed the man next to him, "happy birthday." With that, he left the room.
This new Master, Eric, then turned to Kyle with a very malicious smile.
"Now, aren't you a sight? How selfish of my father to keep you locked away all this time. As much I would love to have you keep your name, I'm sorry but you're all mine now." He cupped Kyle's chin. He was just as tall as his father, but slightly girthier. "Your new name is Puppy, and you will only call yourself Puppy. Is that understood?" Kyle was too frightened to do anything but nod. This man before him oozed evil.
"Good, now get into bed." Kyle did as he was told. New Master sat on the edge of the bed and tied off his arm, took a needle that Kyle didn't see him get from anywhere and inserted it into his arm. He then handed Kyle a very familiar looking pill. Kyle took it and laid back.
Kyle never saw Master again and New Master was much more neglectful. He would leave Kyle alone for days. But sometimes, when Kyle was really good and did everything that he was told, Kyle was allowed to go out into the living room just outside his bedroom. For the first time in years, he was allowed to see the outside. But it had to be during the day and he had to be accompanied by New Master.
One night, New Master forgot to lock the door after he brought Kyle back into his room for the night. He waited until New Master had left the living room and he snuck back out, opened a window, and stared off into the night. He loved the feeling of the fresh air on his skin, having long since gotten over his fear of his nakedness.
Then he heard the stomping of his master. Out of fear, he ran back to his room and forgot to close the window. New Master must have known he was out because he came back and scolded him. Kyle knew he got away with something he shouldn't have and was very thankful that his scolding wasn't much more severe.
That was the night that he thin stranger with the wonderful came into his room, shot his master, and ran out.
It had been sixteen years since he had last heard a gunshot. With it, came back the memories of everything he spent years trying to forget. And here it was. Here was his chance to get out of here, to be a person again. To have a name.
Before anybody who might have heard the shot came running in, he followed the stranger.
"Can I come with you?" He asked. He was then pulled into a kiss unlike anything he had felt before. He was kissed by a lot of men in a lot of different ways, but there was something different about this. Perhaps because it was the first kiss he had ever had that was in a time of freedom.
A heavy coat was put around his shoulders, the first piece of clothing he had worn in sixteen years, and he was pulled out the window into the night. As they ascended a rope that was already there, he thought to himself: a family-less, friendless Puppy was left down below, Kyle is finally allowed to have the life he had been denied.
