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Chapter 11: Ambush

Sitting up and looking at the clock, Lucas saw how bad his insomnia's been. It's only been an hour since he "thought" he would be able to sleep. However, that was obviously not in the cards. Ness rustled next to him, obviously out of his equilibrium, since the warm presence next to him has disappeared. He looked so peaceful, so at ease… and yet at the same time, he could be killed at any given moment. They both went too far into this conflict, seen too much. Heck, Ness killed the leader of the organization. But wait… was he really? That was what Lucas struggled with. Possibly, Ness is sleeping soundly thinking, "That's it, it's all over."

When the term, "ignorance is bliss" is used, it shivers in comparison to this monster eating Lucas up inside. It's fear at it's worst, it's pain beyond belief… but, worst of all, it's the grief that his guardian angel, Ness… why, he could be taken from him in an instant. And he did NOT want that to happen. He got out of the bed and strolled into the hallway. Reaching for his phone, on the counter, he looked again at the clock. Three o' clock. Dang. Trying to banish the fogginess sleeping, but still being exhausted, he turned on the coffee maker, and began to brew a cup.

At the same time, he browsed his phone, and saw a new notification arise. Red. He quickly skimmed the message.

Red: Are you up? If not, I can wait until later…

Lucas thought carefully. He wanted to just flood him with texts on how he's not sure about this whole thing, how he's suspecting others are above the late TL, and how he's concerned with Ness's wellbeing. But he slowed down.

"Take it easy," Lucas muttered. "Don't make him think you're insane." He looked at the text again… might as well start off easy, then address the concerns as they become relevant.

Lucas: Yeah.

Red: Good. I was looking into through Thomas's files and his aliases… some of which who are still alive. Let's just say, I need to talk with you in person.

Lucas sighed. He looked back at the bedroom, where Ness was still sleeping. It shouldn't take long. Two to three hours at max, and then it's back off to bed.

Lucas: Okay. I'll meet you at the police station.

Red: Better idea. Meet at Lucy's, downtown. If anybody's expecting us to meet up, it'll be at the police station… might as well try something different. Better safe than sorry.

Lucas silently changed, and then left, driving with relative haste. He had a lot on his mind. Even more that he shoved aside. But he'll have to stay cool. Collected. He has to put on that mask, the one he became awfully good at, the one where it appears he has it all together.

Fox sat there, unassumingly, tapping on the table. He's a busy man, with a lot of work to do. However, this needed to be done. For the captain. He looked through his phone's feed. Various alerts were popping up, of different tasks with varying payments, all dealing with assassinations and conning. However, he could attend those later. He's never failed a mission. And he doesn't plan on failing one either.

Entering the diner, Lucas searched for Red. Not here. Must have had traffic coming in. He took a seat, and scanned the menu. Upon putting the menu down, a waitress approached him.

"What can I get you tonight?" she said kindly.

"Just a water for now. Waiting for a friend." he answered, politely. The waitress gave a quick nod, walked back, heels clicking against the wood, and soon went out of sight, heading through the metal doors leading into the kitchen. Lucas checked his phone again. Nothing. Hearing a noise, his vision shot back to the kitchen door, where the waitress came out, holding a glass of water. Putting it on the counter, the waitress smiled.

"Still waiting? Or do you want to order now?" she said.

"I guess I'll just order. I'll take the waffle platter," Lucas warily stated.

"How would you like your eggs?" she asked, jotting down words on her notepad.

"Scrambled."

"Well, I'll have it right out!" she exclaimed, cheerfully. And yet again, she disappeared from view. Clanking could be heard from the kitchen, and soon, the smell of waffles and bacon filled the air.

Red woke up in a sudden heat flash. With trembling hands, he propped himself up. Gah, he was over that nightmare… why the sudden reappearance? His boyfriend… getting shot in front of him… no. No longer. He's moved on. Dating women. No longer taking that path, with how many people accused him for his homosexuality. He picked his phone up from the night stand. A new notification. Reading it over, he flushed, his heat flash turning into a rush of ice in his veins.

Red: Better idea. Meet at Lucy's, downtown. If anybody's expecting us to meet up, it'll be at the police station… might as well try something different. Better safe than sorry.

He hastily changed into his tactical clothes, loaded his gun, then immediately called his team, barking commands.

"God, Lucas. What have you gotten yourself into?" he said to himself.

The waitress emerged from the kitchen with a handsome plate of food. Lucas felt his mouth water, but then stopped. The waitress looked around. Lucas immediately averted his gaze. Then, he saw it- the dripping of an unknown substance onto his awaited food. Lucas's stomach slowly curled into a knot. He got up, and walked hastily to the door, trying to stay as casual as possible. A gruff man soon rose from his seat. He grabbed Lucas's shoulder, rather roughly, and whispered in his ear.

"Why the rush? Aren't you waiting for someone?" he said, softly, in an almost singsong voice. Lucas slowly turned around, to see a notification pop up on the man's phone, which was sitting on the table.

Red: I'm coming. Don't go into the diner. It's a trap.

Lucas then scanned the room. Every person, with cold glances, had a gun pointed at him.

"C'mon… sit down. We were just about to have some fun." the man said, taunting him with a gun of his own. "I believe you know why we're here." Lucas shook his head, but had a good idea in his head. At least it would prolong his life for a minute or so.

"We're here on the account of a friend of ours… you know him as TL?" The man was now circling him. "He asked us a favor. It would be a shame if his dying wishes weren't carried out. But where are my manners?" he said. He opened his arms.

"I'm Fox. I believe you might remember me from the prom night. However, before we become friends, I might want to warn you. You aren't going to leave this diner alive." Lucas gulped.

"M-my friends will be here." Lucas spat.

"I'm aware. We have people taking care of that right now. But, I don't want to kill you yet." Fox said, grinning.

"Why not?"

"That'd be boring. The boss never said anything about having a little fun with you." Lucas whimpered. He understood what Fox was hinting at. "Tie him down," Fox said, unzipping his pants. Lucas free of Fox's grasp. He bolted for the exit, but then was stopped. By two sets of hands.

"Grrrr!" Lucas growled, lashing out at them. He got a clean hit on one of them, causing him to howl in pain. Sensing a losing battle, the other one called in backup. Lucas then was tackled.

"Valiant effort. You actually almost escaped. However, it was all for nothing." Lucas felt coarse rope on his arms and legs. He couldn't move. No. There has to be a way. No. No. And then he winced, as his pants were rolled down, and felt the pain.

Red, cruising down the highway, with his dad driving, looked down at his phone. Nothing.

"Damn it!" he blurted. His dad, surprised, to a quick glance at his son.

"I haven't seen you this upset since your...um," Red's dad began, but then stopped, knowing Red's late boyfriend was a touchy subject. "Never mind. Anyways, I'm guessing you haven't heard anything?"

"No." Red said. He then swapped expressions.

"Dad."

"Dear Lord!" he yelled, braking and jumping out of the car. Red followed suit. Two cars blocked the way, with two men armed and ready to fire. Red focused on aiming. With two well-placed shots, Red took out the first person. The second assailant jumped back, yelling into a radio.

"Falcon is down! Repeat, Falcon is down! We underestimated the numbers-" he started to say, before his car exploded. His dad looked at it, his gun lowering.

"We should hurry," his father said. With that, they filed back into their vehicles and charged for the diner.

Fox sat there, panting. This kid was quite fun to play with. However, it was over. It was time to get serious. The kid was still laying there, crying, over the defilement that just occurred. It didn't stop his member from rising, but it was obvious that he didn't want it. Fox looked back at his phone, putting his pants back on. His crew surrounded him, also partially worn out. He let them have their fun too, but of course, he made sure he got most of him. Reading the text from the police kid and smirking, he continued to clothe himself.

After the final velcro strap to his uniform was attached, he pulled out his gun.

"It's been great kid, but I'm afraid this has to end. Consider it a favor. You don't have to live with a rape for very long." He then placed it next to his head. The kid stopped crying, and slowly closed his eyes. A bullet rang through the diner.

"Shit!" Fox yelled, retreating back. Lucas strained himself to see Red, in a full tactical suit, fire from a car. He heard two large thuds, meaning that two assassins were down.

"God damn it kid," Fox said, using a knife to cut the rope, "Now I gotta get us out of here." Now free, Lucas broke out of Fox's grip and planted a kick on his jaw. He bellowed in pain. He brandished his knife and took a swing at Lucas, causing blood to drip from Lucas's forehead. Now blinded by the blood, Lucas tackled Fox, wrestling the knife from his grip. Fox kicked back, connecting his boot with Lucas's nose, and caused Lucas to drift into darkness.

Red screamed. He, despite his dad's protests, ran into fire, shooting wildly. One in the arm. One in the hand. Red then proceeded to fire, unfazed by the two shots. He mowed three down. Afterwards, the opponents realized their chances of winning, and retreated. He got a glancing blow on Fox, but he was quicker than he thought. They were gone.

Red ran through the shattered window and got Lucas off the ground. He blushed, realizing he was without pants, but quickly dismissed it and fumbled his shorts on. Holding him on his uninjured shoulder, they exited the rubble of a diner. Crying, Red kept a firm grip on Lucas, stumbling, like a soldier carrying his wounded comrade out of the line of fire.

No, I am not guilty. Yes, the rape was necessary. No, this isn't the end. I hope you guys enjoyed. 2,000 words on this one. Please review on what you thought. The next chapter will be a flashback. However, I'm not revealing any more. Love you guys!

The next chapter, "A Scarlet Love", is coming April 28, 2015.