Heyy! Thanks for the reviews again. Now, there is one review I want to particularly address. It was a request for me to write a story using Tori and Zander, from How to Rock. While I appreciate that you think I'm a skilled writer, I don't think this is a very good idea. I haven't really watched How to Rock all that much, and I feel as if I wouldn't do the character Zander any justice if I attempted to write him. I'm sorry! :( I feel horrible now...

Now, on with the story!


Beck took a deep breath as he walked down the deserted street. Glancing down at his watch, he swore silently when he saw the time.

8:12

He knew that being even a minute late with these guys was dangerous, let alone twelve. Picking up his pace, he shoved his hands into his jacket pocket to keep them slightly warmer.

After a couple more minutes of walking in silence, he finally reached his destination. Looking up, he felt chills run down his spine as he stared at the dilapitated building. The windows were boarded up, and grafitti covered the dark brick walls. The building gave off an ominous, haunted vibe, effectively keeping away people.

Beck walked swiftly around the building, skillfully avoiding the broken glass bottles and filled garbage bags. Eventually he found the small opening near the bottom of the building that allowed access to the basement.

Squatting down, he examined the makeshift entrance briefly. He gripped the top of the hole as best as he could before sliding his lean body in feet first. He let go once he was in, landing on his feet with a thump. Wiping his hands on his dark jeans, he scanned the dark room quickly before finding the stairs and walking towards them.
As soon as he made it up the wooden, creakity stairs and into the old "kitchen", he noticed about five tall men standing around, whispering furiously.

"You texted?" he asked out loud, drawing the attention of all the men in the room.
Immediately they broke apart, leaving a single man leaning against the kitchen counter, completely at ease despite the tense situation. Marcus Smith.

"Aaah, Beck Oliver. How nice to see you again. How have you been?"

Beck shivered slightly under his jacket at the man's smooth, deep voice, but he kept his face smooth.

"Chris told me tha-"

"Yes, I know. I was the one who sent for you."

Beck frowned, looking around the room until he noticed Chris standing stifly near the broken down, dirty fridge. He sent him a confused look, but the young man simply shrugged, his icy blue eyes unreadable.

"Why me?" he asked, looking back at Marcus.

Marcus smiled, his perfect whilte teeth shining.

"Why, because you are one of the best. You've been here long enough now to know how the game works, and from what I've heard, you're pretty fearless. I like that."

Beck stared back into the cold dark eyes of Marcus before shrugging, running a hand nervously through his hair.

"Look, I'm flattered. Really, I am. Unfortunately, you got to me a couple of days late. I'm leaving the buisness."

Marcus arched an eyebrow in amusement, and from the corner of his eyes he could see Chris stiffen.

"Now, Beck. I'm sure we could come to an agreem-"

"There's nothing to discuss. I've already made up my mind."

The room got quiet, and Beck had never heard silence so loud. He swallowed thickly, his eyes never leaving Marcus, who was now staring back at Beck with a dangerous gleam in his eyes.

"Mr. Oliver... you of all people should know that one simply does not 'leave'... I always get what I want. And as of now, I want you."

With a motion of his hand, one of the guys standing near the boarded up window stepped forward. With blinding speed, he pulled back his fist and clocked Beck, sending him stumbling back a few steps.

Beck brought his hand to his throbbing eye, resisting the urge to yell out. Any sign of weakness in front of these guys would surely land him in the morgue with much worse than a black eye.

"Consider this a warning. Now, get out of my sight. We'll be in touch."

And with that, Beck turned on his heels and stalked out the door. His eye was throbbing, and he could barely see out of it. But he didn't stop to examine it. He slipped out the back door, making sure to close it tight behind him.

It was then he realized what Marcus had said.

"We'll be in touch." The words kept running through his head, maing Beck's heart beat faster.

No matter where he went, they were coming for him.


I know, I know. This chapter was pretty short. But juggling school and friends and family is extreemly hard, especially during the holidays. Especially i Brooklyn Technical High School. So my updates might come a teeensy bit slower. I don't think it'll come to that, but I wanted to give you guys a heads up in case it did. Thanks for your patience and support. Don't forget to review. Consider it a christmas present ;)