Chapter 2
Meet Tom Thumb by DivineAngel
"Starwind you are paying me for the extra time." He growled hearing the immediate feminine whining as he neared his back door. Tight impostor black leather skirt and cheap low tank top frowning at him in high heels, smoking. "When you make an appointment I expect you to keep." She trailed lightly frowning at him. "What the hell is that?" She frowned, motioning her cigarette towards the small arms lightly handing off him as he groaned at her.
"Nothing." He growled lightly before chuckling. Watching her baffled expression lean closer to the light face hidden inside the brown cloth as he unlocked the back door. "Sorry I kept you waiting." He grinned at her. Watching her deep green eyes switch from the baffling mess he held to the strong scarred features tempting her.
"Not as sorry as you'll be when you see my bill." She grinned watching him chuckle before frowning. Nothing about the bill was funny. "What ahh." She smiled lightly stepping into the run down kitchen. The heels of her shoes dully clapping onto the floor as she moved. "What ahh, what are we planning to do with Tom Thumb?" She grinned watching the dark eyes glance towards the mess of blonde hair where the light face was slightly visible before growling.
"Don't worry about it. Tom's got nothing to do with us." He grinned watching her flash a relieved expression.
"Good. Cause I don't think I am programmed for things that small Gene." She heard him chuckle lightly as he started towards the stairs.
"Yeah right." He grinned, cyborgs were hysterical. "I'll only be a minute." He glanced back at her. "What are you doing standing around? You think I need time to get ready?" He cocked an eyebrow at her, slyly grinning as she dropped her purse into the kitchen chair and started unbuttoning her top as she stepped out of her shoes. His strong scarred face nodding approvingly as he headed upstairs towards the bathroom. "Your more trouble then your worth.Tom." He grinned letting the light weight sink into the floor leaning into the bathroom sink. His strong firm hand pulling out the handcuffs he had kept and snapping the small wrist to the pipes running into white enamel. "Lets see you wire your way out of this." He grinned standing back up. "Dumb midget" He chuckled lightly as he lazily strolled out of the bathroom. Scarred hand messaging the back of his next as he sighed heavily. A quick flick of his wrist slamming the bathroom door, locking it tight as he started back downstairs. Pulling his shirt over his head, anxious to get to what was waiting for him.
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He felt the room blurring into view, waking up cool and calm. A smooth hung over feeling around him, as though he had fallen asleep in a car or against someone he loved. His mouth and nose filling with air first, gulping it in fast as though it were being sucked away, before the rest of him woke up. Snapping colors and shapes at him like a birthday surprise.
Large blue eyes peering out from underneath the matted blonde hair looking at the side of the tub. Bathroom. I am in a bathroom? His mind mumbled lightly to himself as he started to frown, his body moving slightly. Discovering the slumped over way he was placed against the wall, the cool rims running around his wrists. "Mm" He pulled fast, trying to move, he was handcuffed. His heart picking up fast, he could be in anyone's bathroom. Blue eyes darting around, his ears straining, but there was no noise. No nothing, just tones of light.
The single light bulb on the top of the ceiling staring down at him, pointing at him. There he is, he's hiding over here. Stuck to the sink. Someone has handcuffed him to the sink, look at how stupid. How stupid he was to get himself caught, to let himself be caught, now he is stuck. He is stuck here, over here, come and look.
"Ah!" His arms snapped back as he yanked fast, pulling them out straight. His body wiggling immediately, from underneath the brown rags that hid everything, kicking and straining before stopping. Slumping back down silent, as though he had never moved, so if you looked, you would think he was dead and keep going. Would pay no notice, offer no help, steal no worth. Blue eyes hiding under the matted blonde hair, breathing hard.
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"Gene?" He grinned hearing her soft voice, his favorite. The slightly exhausted, I can't get up because I don't know where my clothes are yet, call for him.
"Yeah I'll be right back!" He grinned, what a cookie she was. So hard outside on the streets, then soft for him inside. Her stern declaring tone disappearing to sweet whispers and deep thoughts about her girlfriend and the human meanings of true love. The simple things she liked to talk about, that he didn't listen to, but smiled and nodded and pretended to listen to while he played with the straps of her bra, of her underwear. Waiting for her to finish, for her to feel satisfied she had gotten something off her chest, shared a moment, while he was patient. In the end, what she offered was always sweeter if she felt she was giving it as a present, and not for the money he handed her at the end.
"Ah." He groaned as he walked into the bathroom door. His dark eyes frowning baffled as to why it was closed for a moment before remembering that he locked it. "Piece of shit door I...." He trailed lightly, snapping the handle to the right and unlocking it before shoving the door open. Stopping dead at the filthy blonde hair that was conscious, blue eyes snapping at him immediately, widening. So it was that guy, the one he robbed and chained up. The one who was probably pissed and out to pay him back. "God damnt!" He frowned immediately. "Did you have to take apart the god damn sink! Put it back!" He growled stepping in, watching the small mess of rags bolt back as he slammed the door behind him. Kicking lightly at the mess of pipe parts that were scattered around the floor from where they had been disconnected in order to work the handcuffs out of them. "Oh and I see your took apart the handcuffs too." He frowned picking them up, dark eyes looking down at the now broken rings before flicking his eyes back up at the blue color. "How thoughtful of you."
He grinned lightly, watching the wide blue eyes just continue to stand, glaring hard at him. Stanced ready to run, ready to fight. "You plan on fixing my sink?" The blonde hair jumped as he dropped the handcuffs, placing his hands onto his hips again. "Wait." He grinned lightly, looking down at his hips, only his boxers and gun strap. "Lets rephrase." He grinned lightly, pulling the strong castor out of the belt. Grunting lightly as he watched the blue eyes glare harder, that was *their* gun. "Your *going* to fix my sink, and your *going* to do it now." He grinned as he spoke his firm order. "Because I got news for you Tom Thumb, I make the rules where I live and this is where I live. So if you don't put those pipes back where they go, I am gonna take some of *you* apart." He frowned, aiming at the matted coloring from behind the small thin black bar of his gun. Dark eyes watching the blonde color just step back as he stepped forward, continuing to glare at him. His dark eyes blinking lightly, watching the distraught face sink to a tight wrenched look. Debating its choices, maybe getting shot was better now. He had failed, had no place to live, no food to eat, and hours later he could be lying somewhere with this man wishing he had been shot. "Hey I was only bluffing." He grinned, dark eyes chuckling lightly as the small face twitching. Fidgeting in its own shaky movements of genius and torment. "I wouldn't really bust ya open kid, but you *are* going to fix my pipes." He grinned watching the blue eyes do a fast blink before the throat swallowed hard. What a freak this guy was. What kinda person would joke about something like that, and then not be serious? "Come on. I was just banging this girl for the last four hours and I am starving, plus. I am beginning to think if I don't feed you something you might start short circuiting or something, that right? Your awfully disgusting looking you know. Don't you need some type of fuel?"
He watched the talking moron mumbling to him, turn around and start into the hall as it spoke. Indirectly offering food and shelter, blue eyes staring at the gun.
"Geez sorry about my word choice." He grinned suddenly, he probably just freaked that poor midget girl out of her mind. "Tell me are you just short, or are you just hiding treasures under that cloth you wear?" The matted mess of blonde and brown stopped dead as he turned around slightly. Throwing a sly grin to the short figure some three feet behind him, cautiously keeping distance. "You know there's more to you girls then just inner beauty, why don't you take some of that off?" The brown rags stumbled slightly as he turned around. "Let me see what's under there, bet your really cute." He gave the wide blue eyes a soft grin stepping forward lightly.
"AHH!"
"What the hell!?" He stumbled lightly as the blonde mess bolted forward, yanking the castor off him as it pushed him aside. His dark eyes whirling around, watching the gun activate and snap up at him from in front of the frantic blue color. "Yeah right." He grunted, snapping his hand up as if to back hand the kid, smacking the front of the gun. Watching the blonde hair double forward as he kicked it in the stomach while hanging onto the maroon barrel. Yanking the gun forward and back into his possession as he watched the coughing mess sink into the floor bent over. "God Damnt you little shit." He growled, sliding the heavy weapon back into his belt as he yanked the small arm up fast. Whirling the brown rags around and smashing them face first into the wall.
"AH!" The light weight he hulled up squirmed fast as he twisted the small arm behind it's back.
"You try that again and I'll break your arm off." He growled, leaning his chest into the smaller back he pinned to the wall. Breathing his word over the small dirty ear that disgusted him. "Didn't I already tell you I make the rules here." He grinned bitterly, growling his words out annoyed as he freed his right hand by shifting the light weight he pinned to the wall some four feet up into his left. Feeling the small chest pick up as he started messing with the rags. Wiggling his hand into the layers to find out just what was so special that all this disguise had to be worn for. His dark eyes watching the matted color of filth twitch as he hit skin. The warm body heat falling under his palm as he felt around for a weapon, but there didn't seem to be any. Money, but there didn't seem to be any, in fact that was nothing. Smooth young skin running against his fingers as he ran them over the small protruding bones. "Fuck me your thin." He frowned- shocked, he didn't think the midget was that thin. The blonde twitched, squirming suddenly as he moved his hand lower. "Your a boy!" His dark eyes did a double blink as he yanked his hand back. Dropping the ragged weight to the ground to a fast few steps backward. "That's it." he felt his scarred hand snapping the weapon back out and aiming it at the mess that was coughing lightly from where it had fallen. Slowly turning around where it sat on the floor. "Just what the hell are you." He frowned, watching the mad aggressive blue eyes flick up at him. "First your a midget, then your a girl, then a computer, now your a boy. Why don't you just make your mind up damnt! Now *your* telling *me*! Just what the *hell* are you!? Human? Are you terren?" He frowned, making a baffled outraged face at the thin layered rags standing up to face him. "You have to be human...no computer cries like you did." His dark eyes softened lightly, thinking this over. This kid, if it was a kid, if it was a boy would be worth a lot if he sold him. "Do you know how much your worth?" He shot a sly grin to the light face no longer ducking into the rags. There was no reason to now. "Get." He made a small motion with the gun barrel, nodding it towards the kitchen doorway. Watching the blue eyes just start moving in that direction, hands slightly raised. "There's a lot of freaks in this town, a lot of scum in locus." He grinned watching the blonde continue to fallow the directions of his gun, climbing into a kitchen chair slowly, and sitting down. "You hungry Tom?" He let out a strong grunt, opening a cabinet with his free hand while aiming the gun. That kid would attack him in a second, he was sure. "You got someplace else to be? Or do you normally dwell in places that smell like shit." He chuckled lightly, watching the dirty face just glare at him, ignoring the bowl he pulled out of the microwave and shoved at him. "Here it's oatmeal, and there's no need to thank me." He grinned slyly sitting down across the table. "I know your grateful."
"GO TO HELL!" He frowned, watching the loose brown rags stand up fast, flipping the bowl over . Smiling at him as the oatmeal splattered onto the table and across his face as the small hand smacked at it. Flicking sticky warms gobs of oatmeal at him before leaning forwards to spit at him. His chair falling over as he bolted up, snapping his hand onto the table and yanking the figure at him by the filth that resembled blonde hair.
"AHhha!" The light hands snapped at his, falling onto the flat surface of the table and sliding towards him into the oatmeal.
His dark eyes growling hard as he picked the light head up a few inches and slammed it down into the table top. Watching the mess of brown hues just stop moving to the pain. His scarred hand slowly releasing the matted blonde filth that continued to stay up where he had gripped it. His dark eyes switching up to the light footsteps on the stairs, as the small body on top of the table started curling up as he looked back at it.
'Mmmaahh." He frowned slightly, listening to the moan of hurt that became a small cry. "Mmahhhaaaa(inhale)AHH!Aaaaammmom. AhhrrGRRR." His dark eyes frowned, watching the balling mess start crying, small hands punching into the table as it growled and sobbed. "AH!AhhMOM! MOOOM! Ahhaaa hahaaa(inhale)Ahhaaa ha haaaa...eh haa Ahaaa."
"Gene?" He looked up at the soft feminine tone. Damnt she was downstairs? What a mess this was going to be. The bright green eyes of the tight leather skirt and sweet blonde hair staring horrified at the crying child on the table. "Gene?"
"Just relax Diana, the kid tried to kill me. If I were him I'd cry too." He watched her do a fast blink, she thought it was a girl.
"It is a boy?" She frowned slightly, frowning with her question but keeping her eyes on the small huddled mess sobbing into the hardwood of the table top. Her soft green eyes gently running her hand onto his shoulder, jumping lightly as the crying silenced. The small muscles under her tightening immediately. Remaining absolutely still and silent before moving slightly, and glancing up at her.
Her hand pulling back fast, alarmed at the small figure that bolted up. Unruly hair shoving her back, jamming the gun at the wide blue eyes calling to her.
"Alright just relax boy I'll explain." He frowned, watching the light face move in everyway possible. Overloaded in every feature as it gapped at the stunning blonde hair of the woman. "She isn't real!" He frowned
"Mom?" The light hand reached for her, running out from under the brown rags towards her. The splitting image of the photo he held. That they had taken. That they had burned. Because. He was too slow. "Mom!?" He jolted forward, next to oblivious to the strong gun barrel pressing into his chest to keep him where he was.
"Gene?" She gripped his shoulder upset and confused.
"SHUT UP!" His dark eyes frowned watching the light face swallow repeatedly. Staring, it hadn't blinked since it caught sight of her. "Get back!" He shoved the small chest back with the gun. His dark eyes watching the blonde hair slip back into the oatmeal table top. Blue eyes snapping at him suddenly. The annoying dumb man, the scarred skin that was separating his mother from him.
"GET OFF HER! Get away!" His dark eyes blinked watching the brown rags come at him. Fearless the gun was there, that he would be shoot. Absorbed in getting to her, regardless how. The room blurring away to nothing, nothing but the man separating them. Why? When he had been alone so long? When she was supposed to be back in space, or maybe dead. This guy must have been the one keeping them apart or, or else she would have come looking for him. Or else she would have loved him. "GIVER HER TO ME! AH!"
He stumbled back slightly as the blonde mess moved at him again, slipping off the table to the floor. Choking lightly at the hard unexpected impact and thud before standing up fast.
"Kid! SHE'S NOT REAL!" He growled, sliding the gun back into his belt. It was kind unfair to kill him over this. His scarred hand snapping at the empty beer bottle on his counter. He would just knock him out instead. More humane.
"AH! MooOM!" The cry was frantic, higher pitched tones swimming into the scream.
"Shit!" He frowned, slipping lightly on some of the oatmeal. Blonde filth rushing past him as he stumbled. The thin feminine hands disappearing off his strong shoulders to a small scared squeak.
"Oh GENE!" His dark eyes spinning around, watching the filthy rags cling to the what they could grab of her. Her green eyes blinking hard, hands raised as she looked down at the frantic child underneath her. Desperately clinging to her waist so they would never be separated, so it wouldn't be his fault he would get lost again. This time he would listen, this time he would do everything she said.
"I'll Listeeen! I WILL I prrooomise! I wilL! I WILL!" His dark eyes blinked, watching the small hands claw at the thin girl and leather skirt. Blue eyes jammed closed through the senseless rambling they were choking out.
"I am sick of this shit." He growled, scarred hand snapping at his counter draw. Ripping it open fast. Looking up at the sobbing mess and blonde prostitute now slowly reaching down to the light crying face and gently brushing the hair out of it. His scarred hand rapping around the sharp steak knife and stomping towards them. "I said!" He yelled, ripping the brown rags backwards by the hair. Watching the light hands snap at the air awkwardly before slipping to the ground with his hard shove. "SHE'S NOT REAL!" He growled ignoring the small feminine squeak as he yanked her thin arm at him. Watching the blue eyes widen horrified as he jammed the knife into the smooth skin, ripping it forward. "AH! Son of A BITCH!" He growled pulling the knife back at the sharp pain biting his leg. His dark eyes growling as he looked down. His scarred hands releasing the thin girl, blonde hair scrambling back, leaving only the bleeding hole of missing flesh it had bit out of him. Blue eyes bolting to her again before stopping dead.
Blinking at the calm look on her face, the thin gray and green wires protruding from the slit in her manufactured skin. "Ugh." He chocked a fast inhale, blinking hard as he watched her move lightly. Gently squeezing the crease of her man-made skin together, and holding it a moment as it reconnected. "Ah ugh." He chocked again, his chest malfunctioning in fast movements as she next to ignored him.
"That's not good for my system Gene." She frowned, looking at the dark eyes leaning into the refrigerator. Disgusted with the small amount of blood running down his leg. "Not good at all." She shook her head no. Looking down as her arm made the final touches and she was perfect again. Bright green eyes slowly looking up at the choking light face in front of her. Standing paralyzed, horrified. She wasn't real. His mother was dead. "My Name is Issue 0025468-A9384-9. I am a issue love model. What issue are you?" She smiled sweetly at him, watching the blue eyes in front of her just slowly close their mouth and swallow lightly. Her thin face blurring over as his eyes filled with tears, clear threads trickling down his face as he looked at her. Watching her make a more sympathetic face suddenly. "Poor human child." She frowned, her comment blaze and monotone. "Gene?" She watched him raise his eyebrows at her. "This is not your human child?" She watched him make a face.
"God damn right it's not." He growled. "You hear that kid! Your leaving!" He frowned, watching her thin hands gently run up onto the small crying face vacantly staring at her. She mocked him sitting there, she sounded like her. She looked like her, but inside she was machine. She was what he made with his hands, someone had used his mother that way. Someone had recreated her...as a...love...issue.
"Ahhaaa." He sobbed suddenly, pulling his hands and arms closer to his body for safety.
"Shhh." She smiled at him, watching him shake his head no at her. Her bright green eyes blinking lightly as he ran his hands roughly onto either side of her face. Watching her slowly imitate him and place both hers on his. "Do you want ice cream? Ice cream is what you give human children so they do not cry." She smiled at him, watching him frown. His teeth gritting hard as his chest picked back up.
"Ah!" He growled, shoving her off fast, snapping at the knife. He hated her. For that second he hated her, wanted her dead. How dare she, think she could take the place of his mother. Of anyone who thought they could use her. They had recreated her body, her hair, her eyes, her voice...how was it they forgot the most important thing? How was it they forgot her soul?
"Hey!" His dark eyes snapped forward yanking the light arm back from where it raised the knife above the green eyes looking at it calmly. "GOD damnt!" He swore swinging the light body back by its arm and prying the knife out of the small grip. His larger fingers working into the tight fist before swinging the body back into the refrigerator. "Your about all the excitement I can stand." He growled throwing the knife into the sink.
"Gene?" He frowned, keeping his eyes on the brown rags that glared at him from where they had fallen. Eyeing the gun inside the strap against the blue boxers. All he would have to do was attack a few more times and the guy would loose his temper, and end it for him. The scarred hand would just raise its gun, swearing at him, and fire. And he would let his blood run onto the floor in a warm puddle before trickling through the groves in the tiles. Outlining the small squares like a tick-tack-toe board. He would just let go, let it all leak out and die. Death would be quiet, and the man would dump his body in an alley. Or a river, and pretend he never saw him, never met him. Everyone would, and maybe then...he would see her again. For real this time. "Gene?" His dark eyes blinked, glancing at her, watching her slowly stand up. "Can I have him please? I want to keep him." She smiled warmly at him, watching him just dully look back. The kid was worth a lot of money. Some if he sold him, more if he rented him, but even so. That was a little low, even on for him. A good bluff though. "Please Gene?" She smiled, slowly walking towards him and running her hand under his chin. Flicking his nose lightly with her finger, watching him smile.
"You do understand he's worth a lot of money. Even as thin as he is he's got it where it counts Diana." He watched her make a small frown, how disappointing. "But, I will *sell* him to you." He grinned at her, watching her do a fast frowned blink.
"But how Gene? I don't have any money, I work for Martin you know that." She frowned giving him a look, he knew this.
"I know I know sweet cakes." He grinned at her, running his hands onto her ass. "But if you want him you have to pay, because others will." He grinned. Not that he would ever sell the kid to those others. "Your already 500 in." He grinned watching her make a face. What? Since when did she ever give...He watched her face relax slightly, 500 was how much he owed her. "All you need is a grand. So next time, there's no charge for me. That's 500 for you, and you can have him." He grinned watching her smile.
"I like him." She smiled warmly at him, happy with the deal.
"Course you do. I like him too." He grunted lightly. Yeah right. -Score- "And since I know your so good on your word babe, you can take him now and pay the rest later." He grinned, the sooner the little shit was farther from him the better.
"Is it a sale?" Her face brightened watching him do a small blink.
"No." He frowned annoyed "Just a down payment sweetheart, the rest is next time. Alright?" He gripped her arm lightly, watching her nod in understanding. Dark and green eyes looking down to the huddled brown rags glaring up at them. "You hear that!? Your hers. Go!" He frowned at he matted blonde hair. Motioning with his hand for the kid to get up. Blue eyes motionless to him before glancing at the thin hand she extended with her sweet, come on, and bright smile.
Dark eyes making a face as the blonde hair bolted at her hand, whirling around in front of her as if to fend him off. "What?" he shrugged lightly, almost chuckling. "You can have her all to yourself kid, I am worn out." He grinned watching the blue eyes stumble backwards as it shoved at her. Pushing her out of the room before moving with her. Blue eyes looking up at her softer green ones as she opened the front door, waiting for him to walk out before calling an Alright! to the "Diana lock it behind you!" That retard called out to them.
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"Mom is slang for Mother is that right?" She smiled looking down at him as they walked. Blue eyes never leaving her, since they left, since he gained something new. A new chance, and new way to get back into life. "Is that how you would refer to me?" She frowned slightly, watching him stop walking as she did. Green eyes looking down at his cold ragged form in the middle of the deescalate sidewalk. It was late 1:00 maybe. But she didn't notice his shivering.
"Your a love issue?" He frowned slightly, that sounded horrible. She deserved better then that.
"Emhm." She smiled brightly, proud of how well she had mastered her trade.
"What kind of programming do you use?" She watched his face fall into a sad slump as he asked her manufacture questions. Her green eyes watching him blink, studying her for a reaction as he slipped his hand into hers. Watching her only look at it before ignoring it.
"I use Microbrio, doesn't everyone?" She giggled lightly, watching his face flicker. His heart skipping lightly at the sound of the laugh that was once so familiar to him. The laugh of his mother. The memories that suddenly washed over him like an ocean wave. Hazed fogged images of summer, and car rides and dad. "I live here." She watched him fallow her gaze to the tall downtown brick building. "I believe you will stay with me now, if I am to serve as your mother." She smiled down at him watching him just look at her. Drugged by the way she spoke. So disconnected, unaware the way she worded her sentences pained him so, because they proved she was not his mother with every word. How could she be created to look just like her, but be absolutely different?
Maybe, maybe he could make her remember him. If he really tried. If he didn't fail.
"Yes." He gave her a small nod, fallowing the small tug of his hand as she started forward up the cement steps. Pushing open the old wooden doors to the disastrous hallways inside. Brown floors and walls filled with graffiti and cigarette butts, garbage and tracks. Shambles and pieces of every person to ever live or walk through the building remaining in some way. Perfume and cologne, suspended in the air, shoe prints and papers littering the ground.
"You must stay close now." She felt this hand tighten as she started for the dark stairs. Her tight leather skirt pulling downward slightly as he gripped it for balance and reassurance. Unable to see the stairs he was climbing as they continued up three floors before moving into the dimly lit hallway of four rooms. Her green eyes turning around to him and gently guiding him in front of her as she started towards the back second door. Blue eyes darting around, eating up the paint smears and missing sheetrock, so he would never get lost. So he could find her again in the dark. If. He had to make it up those stairs alone. "May I ask you a question?" She smiled sweetly at him as her door clicked unlocked and she pushed it open, holding it open a few seconds before watching him rush in and turn around to her. Uneasy blue eyes waiting, sure he was walking on ice. That any second this new home, new mother, new life would melt in to pieces too small to stand on and he would sink. With no one to grab him or hear him scream, he would drown.
"Yes." He spit his answer fast. This time it would be perfect. He would answer her right away, do what she asked right away. Never give her a reason to ever be mad at him, or leave him. If he were to blow his second chance? What then? but cold thin water.
"What is your name?" He watched her speak as she walked by him, into the small room. It was a rather rectangle room, small kitchen built along the back wall, bed to the right , and two doors to the left. His blue eyes watching her walk over and sit down on the side of her bed. Taking a small computer off the long thin dresser parallel and almost even height with it. Green eyes glancing at him lightly as he walked over, watching her type.
"Shouldn't you give me a name?" He frowned slightly, watching her stop. Green eyes looking up at him.
"I can offer you my bathroom." She smiled lightly, pointing towards one of the two doors. "However, I am programmed with the understanding that human children are given names at birth. You must have one already." She watched him study her, always. Watching everything about her, eating everything about her. The way she blinked, the creases of her mouth, the locks of her hair. He would never forget her. Must hurry and record everything he saw into his head. Better and stronger then anything he ever did when he was younger.
Because.
He forgot.
Now without her, he couldn't remember the sound of her voice, or the way she smelled. The way that she hummed. He hadn't remembered well enough, he had been too young and naive. This time had to be better, had to be more focused so that could never happen again. He was not so naive anymore.
"I do have a name." She blinked lightly as he finally responded. Blue eyes just studying her patient face from when she had spoken.
"May I ask what it is?" She smiled now, watching his face relax as she did it. Almost smiling himself, but she didn't notice that. Didn't notice the pained hungry way his eyes stared at her. Wishing he could hold her hand again, so he could feel her alive. So he could close his eyes and know she was still right there and couldn't sneak away. Couldn't be taken away without his consent.
"Yes." He answered her fast before doing a small blink at her real question. "Jim." He licked his lips, watching her smile, and he relaxed. She approved of that.
"Very nice. Do you want to use my bathroom? You look very brown." She frowned slightly at him, watching him glance down at his filthy self. Her skin and hair manufactured for dirt to roll off her. So she would always be fresh and clean, always painted with make up and beauty.
"Thank..." He mumbled lightly, turning around. Hesitating before starting towards the bathroom, letting the rest of his thank you slide. She wouldn't value it if he thanked her or not. She didn't understand that really. Not really.
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She smiled lightly, looking at her own reflection in the mirror. Smooth light skin always perfect, always mascara eyes with a small glimmering streak of sweet blue eye shadow. Lips always glossed, shined like the soft pink and skin glow of he face and cheeks. Her green eyes smiling brightly, looking down at the small wire running into her arm from the computer. Her head filing with knowledge, learning what she would need to know for a child. Facts and statistics, common phrases, special moments, emotions downloading into her. In a few moments she would be a mother.
He stood silent watching her bathtub fill with water. She must have been owned by a...this Martin must be a pimp, his head sighed hard. The building was drab, disgusting outside even, but the rooms. The rooms were nice, her room was nice. Obviously well provided for, well taken care of. Clear white bathroom with pink walls and soft yellow towels. So feminine. He smiled lightly, running his hand over one of the large puffy towels next to the tub silently filling with water. The clear level of liquid seeping up from where it was put into the bottom of the tub. Nothing like the old designs where water poured in from a pipe or slits attached to it.
She smiled, green eyes watching her wrist, waiting through the new sensations. The small tingly feeling: feelings of emotion, of immediate want to rush to the bathroom and comfort and protect. Small thin black lines appearing into the barcode printed on her wrist.
Marking her.
She could now be a mother, a nanny, an aunt, a babysitter. She knew all there was to know now. Soft blonde hair falling around her face as she looked up at the closed bathroom door. "He must be lonely all by himself." She whisphered lightly, standing up, but her new programming made her insides ache to be with her child. To concur any danger that may come near him, even if it was only his loneliness. "You are.." She trailed lightly, breathing her words in as she opened the bathroom door. Watching the blonde hair jump, ducking fast as it turned around. To avoid anything bad coming in to get him. Any blows, any bullets, any violence until he could take the upper hand. Hard blue eyes whirling around at her from inside the brown rags ready to fight before choking lightly. This was the first time. The first time he had seen her come through a door with the intent to come to him.
Her thin now loose red t-shirt and still tight black leather skirt falling to her knees in front of him in one quick motion. After swinging the strong door in and rushing the small one foot between them, crouching in front of him, grabbing his shoulders.
It was as if she had owned him forever. Not as a possession, but now, as a son. Her every waking moment would now be filled with the consent consideration of his needs and need for her. Her want and love for him, as if he had come from her body. In a matter of seconds, in a matter of 800.1 MB G. She had offered her body to sleepless nights and endless questions. Constant worrying and planning, continual arguments and laughter that she would share with him as programmed. As her electronic heart told her to do, as the chips in her brain told her to do. "You." She smiled sweetly at him, watching his darting blue eyes fly over her hands, and the way she grabbed him. Moving around her the room alarmed before back to her unsure of what was going on. Why all of a sudden there was some type of connection.
"I am Jim." He spoke his name again. Maybe she had forgotten who he was.
She smiled brightly at him, a true smile now. "I know your name silly." She watched him do a small blink at the quick phrase of real emotion, almost a giggle. She had a sense of humor now, and she found his error sweetly funny.
He smiled lightly, lop sided. Her thin hands squeezing him gently to her cooed words. "Jim please let me ask you what did your real mother call you?" She frowned slightly, it hurt now to think she wasn't his real mother. His eyes frowned slightly, pained with the differences this new same face gave him.
There was a small pause, blue eyes thinking hard to answer her. "...By my name." He shook his head no slightly, unsure what she meant.
"I would like to give you a nick name. I want to call you babe." She smiled sweetly at him, watching him continue to look at her from where he stood.
Thin figure of dirt and abandonment. Next to the side of her tub.
"Sweetie." He smiled lightly, that was what she meant. His nick name of affection. "Sometimes she called me sweetie...but when she was made she called me James." He did a small frown, but she only continue to smile at him. Genuinely happy to be in the same room with him, to be able to touch him and run her hands into his filthy hair.
"Then I will call you both." She smiled warmly, watching him slowly grin back at her. Watching her pull her hand back from where she had run it up the side of his face. Her thin palm smearing dirt and dried sweat lightly with it. Before pulling it back as his clumped hair refused to let her fingers in any deeper then half way. "Your so dirty babe." She frowned concerned at him suddenly, watching him smile harder. She called him babe. She was worried. She was there in front of him. Small men slowly climbing from the side of his mouth, tugging his smile down saddened as he inhaled. "I know babe, I know." She smiled warmly at him, watching his face just look down, his eyes unable to hide the salt water sparkle that was filling them. Her sweet voice cooing at him lightly as she gently slide her fingers into the creases of the brown almost burlap fabric he wore. Finding the loop holes and the stitching and gently taking it apart. Watching him sniffle in front of her, but move his arms when she needed him too. Running the brown up in front of his eyes and over his head. Her green eyes gapping, but whispering to herself to hide her expression. Staring at the small beating chest in front of her. Grooved slightly by the ribs that couldn't hide under the thin pale skin. Smaller stomach dipping into the light body so far, searching for food inside, because none came from anywhere else.
"Mm." Her eyes flicked up at his face as he took a step back to a small whine. Light bony arms running over his stomach. Hugging himself to hide the mess that obviously upset her. Because she wasn't moving. Because she was only staring. Because she gasped first, and now was thinking fast of the best food to give him, and what he could possibly need. Nutrition files opening and accessing in her head as she blinked lightly watching him retaliate into himself, wishing hard she would stop looking at him.
Blue eyes glancing up as they hid under the blonde filth as she suddenly seemed to ignore the painful way his hipbones protruded from his body. The way you could practically see his joints connecting under his skin before the strong lines and groves of his ribs. Thin red fingered nails gently slipping into the burlap brown that was his shorts. Watching him step forward lightly as she pulled them down and towards the heap of his shirt and rags as he moved out of them. Her green eyes scolding herself lightly as she took a moment to study the small waste of surprisingly clean boxers. However faded, and warn and in desperate want of replacing they were. Now so thin they were practically see threw, they were clean, and there. "I will wash this if you want." She smiled at the blue eyes looking away from her, light head turned to the side. Thin pale chest jumping lightly to the warm loving sensation that was her hand gently falling onto his shoulder and running up the side of his neck. Her thin fingers gently rubbing his skin with affection to the small "Hmm babe?" She whisphered to him waiting through the silence. "You worry what you look like to me." She stated her opinion as a fact, and it was. Every book and media file ever created and now combined on child psychology told her that was why he tried to hide his body with his arms. Why he wouldn't look at her, or himself. "But I love you just the same. My babe, you are mine." She smiled warmly at him watching him trip forward as she guided his shoulder towards herself. Pulling his body into hers and squeezing it hard, feeling him cling to her. Thin skin and tattered cotton of grained dirt and dried sweat and wire oil rubbing into her. Nuzzling into her warmth and her arms with his head and chest. Using his legs to press himself forward as she hugged him. Green eyes closing to the muffled "AHHaaaa" that was his sob from inside her shirt.
That was his pain and relief all in one.
More pain by relief.
Pain from the worry it was a lie, relief from the reality it may be true.
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She giggled lightly, watching the blue eyes fallow her fingers as she pulled his bangs outward in front of his face, laughing at him lightly. Watching him smile at her from behind the small snipping sound the scissors she held made. "Good?" She giggled watching thin wet blonde strands drop to the floor around the small stool he sat on. Landing gently on the towel around his waist and legs, while others clung to his moist shoulders and neck. Trying to last as long as possible. Blue eyes watching his reflection in the slightly foggy bathroom mirror as she worked cutting his hair around him. "What is it you like to do Jim?" She smiled lightly at him. "What is it that...are your hobbies?"
She watched him think lightly, her questions trying to learn more about him. "Computers. I like to build them. I use them." He grinned lightly as he felt her gently press against the back of his hair and tip his head forward so she could cut easier.
"Very smart." He grinned. "Do you play sports? Go to school?" She frowned slightly. He didn't really look like he did those things, but her brain told her that was what he should have been doing.
"I don't know how to play them, and I don't go.." He trailed lightly to the knock on her bedroom door. Her thin fingers stopping where she was going to cut new strains of his hair to look up. Dropping the blonde bangs back into his face, watching his eyes switch off her and towards the door as she shot a sweet, Come in! Green eyes watching the tall brown hair of the man walk in. His grinning eyes scanning her bedroom for her in loose brown Dockers and un-tucked dress shirt. Obviously tired, just getting out of work; still brief case in hand.
"I am in here Greg." She smiled sweetly at the brown eyes that looked towards the sound of her voice. Blue eyes taking the scissors she handed him as she held up her finger, telling him to wait a moment. Loose red shirt and leather skirt walking bare foot onto the soft crème rug of her purple bedroom of dark wood furniture to the tall male figure waiting for her. "Greg I-"
"-Diana." He grinned cutting her off as he ran a hand through his hair dropping his brief case a long side of himself. "You would not believe what just happened. This woman was brought in, hit by a truck or something, and her, I reattached her arm in the..." He trailed as she gently pressed her fingers to his lips.
Blue eyes watching her whisper sweetly to the rough but young face of the man. Brown eyes looking around the room after a few of her words. His hands activating. Grabbing the seat of the stool he was on and sliding off it fast as he watched her hand motion towards the bathroom with the brown eyes that looked towards the open door. Blue eyes watching them from the crack where the door met the hinges. His hands hanging onto the towel as he moved behind the stool, looking around for a weapon in case he needed one.
"Jim?" She smiled sweetly as she walked back into the bathroom, holding the strong hand of the man she was leading behind her. Green eyes smiling as she caught him behind the stool, frowning slightly, unsure of who the man was. "Jim this is Greg." She motioned towards the brown hair that stood along side of her, offering a small wave. "He is a customer of mine so I-"
"-I understand what that means." He cut her off fast, watching her do a quick blink before nodding slightly.
"Oh, ok...alright then." She looked back up at the brown hair frowning at the bony arms covering their stomach, glaring in defense. "Greg I don't have any money so..." she trailed as the loose dress shirt stepped forward, blonde hair backing up.
"He's yours?" The brown hair glanced back at her, watching her nod to a proud smile. "How? I just saw you last week?" He shot her a look, leaning closer to the light face that looked him head on. Blue eyes squinting lightly at him, warning him. "That's impossible Diana."
"It is possible." She smiled, shoving his shoulder to the side lightly as she gently grasped the light wrist. Watching the blonde hair move along side of her, gently hanging onto her loose shirt as it looked up at the man.
"Wa.." He blinked lightly, it was impossible. One week was not nine months. "Well geez he's a splitting image of you!" He chuckled, motioning at the blonde hair with a lop sided grin. "That's amazing, and...well how old is he now? How fast is he growing?" He frowned slightly watching her make a face.
"I didn't *make* him Greg." She gave him a small frown. Idiot. "I..."She trailed lightly, it wasn't that she bought him from Gene. That wasn't how it happened, that wasn't how it felt...how was that true? How did it happen?
"What makes it your business pal?" He frowned "What difference does it make at all." He shot the brown eyes a look watching them just casually look back at him.
"Well Dian..your mom wants me to...well I am an MD, graduated two years ago. Pediatrician." He shot a proud grin to the blonde hair, watching it back up as he crouched down. "Come here, tell me a little about your diet." He beckoned lightly, watching the blue eyes squint at him.
"Jim it's ok. He's a friend." Her soft hand silenced the brown hair, gently reaching for the light hand again and leading the small yellow towel and blonde hair over. "I want you to cooperate with Greg for me sweetie, I don't want you to get sick." She frowned concerned watching the reluctant blue eyes listen to her as she held the smaller hand. "Ok?" Blue color thinking lightly as she ran her hand up the side of the small face into the wet blonde hair, ruffling it lightly.
"I just need you to open your mouth for me." The strong male hands gently gripped around his mouth as he opened it for him. Brown eyes looking up slightly, moving his head to either side, looking into his mouth before running his stronger fingers onto the small neck and under the chin checking the smaller glands. "Your throat hurt?" he frowned slightly watching the blonde hair nod.
"Aw sweetie why didn't you say anything?" She frowned concerned watching the blue eyes look at her as the brown hair mumbled a, Will you grab my bag Diana?
"I don't know." He shrugged lightly, his head answering a, I didn't want to be a problem, silently.
"Well next time.." He watched her start out of the bathroom. Strong hands running into his hair, feeling his head gently. "I want you to definitely say something, clear?" He smiled lightly, nodding at her phrase. Green eyes frowning at him softly, dropping the doctor briefcase aside the crouching brown hair. Strong hands moving at it immediately pulling a stethoscope out, blue eyes watching all of this.. "Sweetie hunny I am gonna run and get you some clothes alright?" He glanced up at her, watching her offer him a smooth smile as she nodded, he shook his head no.
"Huh no way." He shook no harder, watching the brown eyes look up at him. "....Mom." He blinked lightly, it felt kinda weird calling her that. "Where are you getting them? Tell him to wait until.." He stopped talking as her thin hand guided his shoulder back the small step he had taken towards her.
"I am going right across the hall." She nodded softly at his light face giving an upset no in every possible way. Her green eyes thinking, before glancing at the brown hair. Greg...just a sec." She smiled, watching his blue eyes silently grin as she took his hand and started towards her bedroom door. Brown hair sighing as he slouched into the side of the tub. Friday night, he shows for fun and what does he get. More work...more kids....blast.
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"Don't be such a goof Jim." She smiled sweetly, ruffling the blonde hair moving behind her as she knocked on the door across from hers. "She's so nice, her son is about your age." He watched her do a small frown, she didn't really know how old he was. "How-"
"-Seven." She heard him answer her immediately. Light hands on either side of he skirt as he leaned into her from behind. Peering out along her hip as the door opened to a thin brunette in a spandex tank top and tight red pants.
"Joyce." Her green eyes smiled watching the familiar face smile at her. "I want you to meet someone." she glanced down, reaching behind her back to the small hands that were squeezing her hips to stay behind her.
"No way hunny I got tonight off why should..." The purple eyes stopped, looking at the small patch of blonde hair hanging onto the leather skirt as her girlfriend turned to the side to show her. "Aww well isn't he the cutest thing you've ever seen." She smiled sweetly, leaning her weight onto her knees as she bent over slightly. Becoming even height with the blue eyes peering out at her from underneath the blonde color and side of his arm. "Hello, my name is Joyce." She smiled watching the blue color blink lightly, looking up at the smiling blonde hair of his mother before back at her.
"Jim."
"Well Jim." She smiled watching the lighter skin of the female blonde pry the small yellow towel off herself as the blue eyes focused on her. Absorbing all the new characteristics of a new persona and potential friend. "It looks to me like-"
"-We need to borrow some clothes." The purple eyes looked up at the soft feminine face smiling at her. Gently shoving the blonde hair forward as she started into the small room which was the kitchen.
"Diana girl you borrowing temporarily..." The purple eyes trailed as the soft green eyes shook no. "You mean he's...yours?" She smiled, nodding. "Wowie girl, you go." The purple eyes giggled hard, pulling some clothes out of the laundry basket on the small kitchen table in the swamped room. "I got the night off so Steve took the boys out, thank goodness." She shot the smiling green eyes a thankful look. "I told my son Jordan." She spoke looking down at the blue eyes. "If I heard the sound of his voice again I was going to hang myself." She giggled lightly, watching the blue smile at her. "So you know." She sighed lightly, digging through he basket for a suitable shirt. "Steve took them out...guess I looked like I might...hang..."She pulled out a green shirt opening it up to look at it. "...myself...Here you go." she smiled turning around and handing the clothes to the yellow towel and light skin. Trying hard to not stare at how awfully thin he was. "Diana he got any underwear?" She raised her eyebrows lightly watching the green eyes nod, before glancing back down at the small rib cage and bony figure frowning as it shifted to lean back into the leather skirt. "Well ahh, what do you have at home to eat? You got some basics or.."
"Actually I don't really have..." She trailed lightly watching the spandex tank top pull her fridge open and lean in.
"You gotta go shopping with me this Saturday." A long orange fingernail pointed at her as the brown hair remained inside the fridge.
"Oh I know what I need to get only...I just." She trailed lightly, taking the small plastic container handed to her. "I don't have any of it yet." The purple eyes stood up shutting the fridge.
"Well then you got to learn to shop. Boys eat *a lot*." She flashed a smile at the blue eyes watching them. "Now why can't my boys be so well behaved?" She frowned slightly sinking her hands onto her hips. Worn out from a day of work and then house cleaning, dinner to be made, clothes to be washed, and three boys to referee. "Always yelling and fighting, it takes a toll." She sighed heavily looking at the warm green eyes watching her. "So you downloaded everything that..."
"I downloaded seven alternate files and five compressed." She smiled, proud.
"Wowie hunny." She looked down at the blue eyes. "Looks like your on your way to one prepared mommy huh? kido." She giggled watching the blonde hair nod.
"Joyce I..." The purple eyes glanced back up at her suddenly timid voice. "I didn't think I would have anyone staying with me and I have a, well I have an assignment to..."
"Never you mind darling. Never. You. Mind. Joyce can take one more boy for the night." The spandex tank top giggled at her, watching her relax. Thank goodness, her place was so much smaller. What would she have done with him?
"Thank you." She sighed relieved, glancing down at the blue eyes looking at her. "Is that alright with you Jim? Just for tonight. I need you to stay here, just for tonight." She watched him frown slightly. Stay here? It was different, this woman was loud. The place was bigger but smaller somehow. Cluttered with a family the room across the hall showed no sign of.
"Where will...well, where will you be?" He looked nervous, her green eyes offering him a soft smile as she watched him reach up to her skirt again before she felt the weight of his small hand and arm.
"I'll be right across the hall, if you need me for anything you can come and get me." She nodded warmly, watching the blonde hair nod yes. What other option was there?"
"Well!" They looked up at her tight red jeans and brown hair. "You won't be here till later anyway sweet thing. Your mom's got a entire...what.."
"Half hour."
"Half hour to waste." She shrugged watching the blue eyes strain out a small smile for her before fallowing the sweet blonde hair and green eyes to the door and back across the hall. Sighing heavily as he came in, listening to her shut and lock it.
Green eyes slumping into the closed door and looking at him, watching him glance down at the clothes he held. "Who's are these?" He frowned slightly.
"Jordan's I think. I told you she had a son about your age." She sighed, heading for the back wall kitchen
"Maybe older." She glanced back, smiling at his mumble as she watched him pull the shirt over his head. Blonde hair and blue eyes immerging from the top and looking down at himself. It was a little big.
"Doesn't matter hunny. We'll go shopping and you can get what you like." She smiled opening the container that had been given to her. "I am sorry I don't have any food for you." She frowned upset as she looked over to the blue eyes that started towards her immediately. Now loose green shirt and yellow towel. "I don't eat food like you do, so I only have...props?" She frowned slightly, wording it the best she could, but in all honesty all she had was strawberries in chocolate, whipped crème, Champaign, hunny, a liquor cake, beer and small after dinner mints. "I promise I'll buy some." She looked down, blonde hair hugging her around the waist. Hanging lightly on her, he didn't seem to mind she couldn't feed him. It wasn't like he did any better himself.
"It's ok." She frowned sad, touched at his small mumble. "I don't eat a lot either."
He green eyes closed, blinking back soft tears at the thin starving arms satisfied enough with being with her. Her thin pink lips mouthing a silent damnt before reaching down and running her hand into the soft blonde hair. "Don't worry about it." She sniffled lightly, watching him look up at her cracked tone. Blue eyes widening with concern immediately. Light hands faltering as she crouched down to him, all she wanted to do was offer him what he needed...but she couldn't even feed him.
"What's wrong?" She watched him frown upset. "Mom? What? What's wrong tell me." She felt him grab at her shirt as she didn't answer his questions. Blue eyes darting back and forth in her eyes, trying to figure out what was wrong. What had he done wrong?
"Nothing." She whisphered lightly at him, watching him do a fast blink. Nothing? "I am just upset I didn't, that I don't have, well I don't have what you need and I...well I want to give it to you, but I am sorry I didn't plan this out you know?" She sniffled lightly, looking down at the small Tupperware she held. Her red nails gently flicking the thin corner that stuck out so you could peel it off. Green eyes looking up as he just shook his head no, climbing into her lap from where she sat. Nuzzling into her as he moved forward, feeling her pull before he rested on her, feeling her cry softly as she hugged him. Her babe. "Mine. My Jim." He closed his eyes at her small whisper. "I don't want to loose you." He tensed, images of what happened before running over him. It was him who lost her. "Never ever babe." she cooed lightly, reassuring herself as she thought out loud, his thin hands only hanging onto her tighter as she spoke. Her curved form holding him lightly as she rocked gently. Loving him, loving him there, being with him.
"Diana?" She stopped moving, feeling the blonde hair pull off her shoulder to look up with her. Green and blue eyes turning to look at the brown hair now leaning against the bathroom doorway from where they had left him waiting.
"Sorry Greg I..." She trailed lightly, looking at the blue eyes on her lap, still watching the brown hair. Turning to look at her as she ran her hand into the soft blonde strands of his hair. "Sweetie go back over there with him and I'll heat up this..." She trailed pulling the small container over and flipping the top off. Watching his face physically choke at the sight of the macaroni and cheese complete with small pieces of hot dog. ".this...macaroni and-"
"-Can I have it?" She stopped as he interrupted her, reaching for the small container. "Cold? Can I have it now? I don't care please." She watched him look at her fast, begging her for the food. He couldn't wait. Couldn't wait three minutes for her to put it in a dish and heat it up. He was starving, his stomach burning for food. Wide adrenaline rushed eyes watching her slowly nod.
"A...well...yes." She nodded unsteadily, watching him inhale to her answer, yanking the small container over and digging macaroni out with his fingers. Cold salty cheese running around in his mouth with the noodles as he crammed it in fast. Trying hard to fit as much in as he could. Oblivious to her thin arms moving slightly as she shifted his weight. Sitting his back against her chest as he ate, thin feminine arm running over his chest and hugging him backwards. Green eyes watching him eat with a strong sense of guilt and sorrow. She should have fed him right away, even if all she could offer was mints and strawberries. Her green eyes closing as she rested her chin on top of his head, feeling him chew. His body moving slightly as he swallowed, forcing more then his throat preferred down at a time. Thin nervous hands coated with macaroni and cheese.
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"Here you can take it." She looked down at the bottle and tube the brown hair gave her.
"What for?" She frowned confused still.
"His infection." He sighed, stating his answer casually. Before straightening his tone as he watched her do a fast horrified gasp. "Well, Diana I mean it's nothing really big. He has a few of them."
"He does?" He watched her step forward fast, pulling the small items to her chest alarmed as she shot her question. His brown eyes frowning at her slightly, as he leaned into the bathroom sink. This kid was annoying, and it was crazy how attached to him she was suddenly.
"Nothing serious. There is no need to worry, have him take that and it will all get better. He knew he had them." He shrugged lightly watching her look down at he bottle of dark red liquid and small tube of crème. "One from being dehydrated to often, one from being too dirty and one from breathing that filth in." He frowned, disgusting. "Honestly I am surprised he was as well off as he was for-" He stopped as she shot him a hard look. "Well I mean, in the condition he was, living under, it would be understandable that he might have...more."
"He drinks this?" He nodded as she showed him the bottle. "And this?" She frowned confused as she showed him the small white tub.
"He needs to put it on his skin alright?" He nodded at her, speaking slower. Why was it she was having so much trouble getting this straight? "He's not so stupid Diana he knows what to do with it I explained it."
"Ok." She whisphered lightly, doing a small nod. "It just feels like, well he's growing up so fast." He frowned. Just what files did she download for crying out loud? A little more of this and she wasn't going to be in the mood at all.
"He'll be fine. Jacks a smart kid." He shrugged a grin.
"Jim." She corrected with a small whisper. Looking down at the bottle, reading directions. "Two spoonfuls after meals...I need to go to the market." She frowned slightly, thinking out loud, his face falling to a irritated, sarcastic How wonderful slump.
"Diana didn't you say he was going to...you know." He made a baffled face as he looked up. "Move him somewhere or something? I mean I don't have all night."
"Oh!" She squeaked lightly, remembering why he was there. "I am sorry I-"
"You forgot, I can see that. Just get rid of him ok?" He shot her a tired look, watching her nod as she opened the bathroom door. Walking back into the bedroom and blonde hair falling asleep on her bed. Cleaner light skin, green shirt and loose blue plaid cotton pants pulled down slightly to let more air get to his infection. Her green eyes smiled as she walked over, watching the slits of blue look at her from where he was trying hard to stay awake. So he could see her again.
"Sweetheart?" She smiled softly, sinking into the side of the bed. Watching his mouth close slowly before the small pink of his tongue appeared licking his lips. "I need you to go across the hall now alright?" She watched him nod slightly to her whispers, sitting up half asleep and sliding off the bed. Moving lightly as she pulled his pants back up, the loose rim slipping to the ground from where it was on his mid thighs. "Come on." She smiled sweetly at his closed blue eyes, taking his hand as she started for the door. Leading him across the hall before knocking, his light weight sinking into her side as he started drifting back to sleep.
The pulled up brown hair answered the door "Well that took longer then expected." she smiled.
"Sorry we're late." She whisphered lightly, noticing the lights out in the kitchen. Brown hair nodding in understanding.
"You'll get that a lot now hunny." She sighed taking the light hand and gently leading the blonde hair inside.
"Here he needs this." her purple eyes looked up at the medication being offered to her.
"What is he sick?" She scrunched her nose baffled.
"His lung, throat and" She scrunched her nose lightly. "Are infected." She watched the purple color raise their eyebrows to a long
"Ooohh I see." she looked down at the practically asleep blonde hair. "Can my boys catch that?" She frowned slightly, this was definitely not happening if that was the case.
"No." She shook her had no to a small frown. "No it's not contagious, he developed them over time." She nodded lightly, speaking that last sentence as a reassurance before frowning. That wasn't reassuring at all, that was horrible.
"Well as long as it's not contagious." She smiled, green eyes nodding lightly, tipping the light face up as she pulled at the smaller chin.
"Now Jim behave yourself and listen to Mrs. Jackson." She nodded, speaking firmer as the sleeping face nodded slowly. "Do what she says and eat all your food alright?" She frowned slightly...wait...he wasn't disobedient and definitely didn't have any problem eating. She let go of the smaller chin as it mumbled a small sleepy I will. Her green eyes frowning as she stood up, confused. Where had all that direction suddenly come from?
"You unpacking files up there?" The purple eyes giggled lightly, pointing at her forehead. Green eyes smiling immediately, she hadn't really had time to unzip everything she had crammed in. So she was currently unzipping so slow she hardly knew.
"I guess I opened something about sleepovers." She gave a small shrug, watching the purple eyes just shake their head amused. Smiling at the giggling green before offering a small wave and shutting the door. Leading the blonde hair through the kitchen and to the small connecting room to the right.
"Lovie your going to sleep with my son alright?" She muttered lightly leading the small figure into the tight crammed dark room of beds and boxes and necessities. "Not that I don't want to pamper you until my hands are bleeding but I don't have enough beds." She smiled lightly, as she spoke her joking sarcasm, opening up her sons twin bed. Short brown hair dead sleep in a loose t-shirt and boxers. "Don't worry about a thing he sleeps like a rock." She gently shoved the brown hair over. Watching the newly delivered blonde just lean against the small over packed dresser, still half asleep. "Jordan?" She frowned slightly, whispering at the light face, watching as no response came. "Alright then." She sight heavily turning towards the yellow hair that was easy to see in the dim room. Gently grasping the thin arm and pulling it over. Shooing it gently into the bed and pulling the sheets around it. Watching the blue eyes fall dead asleep immediately, living it up with a stomach of macaroni and cheese and a bed to sleep in.
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He frowned, opening his eyes fast as he felt the sudden movement. His hand running over his hip and into his pants lightly, looking for his gun. "Get out!"
He felt the cold slide around him as the shove came with the yell. Warm soft sheets and comforter sliding off him before the hard wood of the floor hit him. Blue eyes frowning up at the ceiling from where he had just been shoved out of the bed. A frowning pair of brown eyes leaning over the side of the bed above him, looking down.
"Why does mom always let losers sleep in my bed." The slightly freckled face frowned at him, watching him grit his teeth.
"AH!" He yelled, scrambling to his feet fast and pouncing back onto the bed.
"Hey get off I said! This is mine! I said you can't-" The kid choked lightly as he threw his first punch. His fist ramming directly into the talking face that was mean to him. "MOM! DAD!" The closed brown eyes cried out, trying to block the strong impacts the wild kid that was suddenly in his bed when he woke up was throwing.
"That's enough son!" He felt someone touching him, dragging him off the bed. Growling at him as he started kicking the boy, *he* was the loser. Wasn't even a good fighter. "Son!" The strong arms shook him, dragging him towards the floor and yanking the top of his arm along with them. Dragging him from the room. "God damnt Joyce. I trying to get some God Damn Sleep around here." He was shoved forward. The cluttered kitchen coming back into view, along with the pulled up brown hair in a thin black silk rob, talking red robe behind him.
"Don't' give me that." She frowned, ignoring the blonde hair looking up at her, bleeding slightly from his nose, the only place the kid had *accident* hit him. "You think I don't have to work Steven! All you think about is yourself! I have to take care of the house the kids and look good at the same time!" She frowned, yelling at the red cotton trudging back out of the room to a...
"Every god damn mourning!" Yelled back at her. Her purple eyes scrunching up upset before looking down at him. Blue eyes silently watching this, squeezing his nose with his fingers.
"Sit down!" She yelled at him, ignoring his jump and over anxious movement to get into a kitchen chair. "Now eat and be quiet!" She frowned still, slamming a plate of eggs onto the table in front of him. "I have so much on my mind right now Kid I am ready to explode." He glanced at her lightly, watching her slam the frying pan she was cooking with onto the stove. His hand grabbing the fork to his right and stabbing eggs fast. Before she could change her mind. "Jordan! Get out of bed right now!" She frowned, looking up slightly as she yelled, slamming the frying pan again and adding salt. "Steven! Will you tell you *son* to listen to his mother!" She frowned yelling towards the left, the room her husband had exited towards. Her purple eyes snapping at the brown hair trudging into the room and pulling out a kitchen chair. Her feminine hands sliding scrambled eggs onto another plate and stomping the two feet to the kitchen table. Grabbing a small hunk of brown hair as she slammed the plate down. "Next time answer me." She frowned annoyed, letting go of the hair as the brown eyes gave her an annoyed Mom! before leaning closer to the plate to eat as she started back towards the stove.
Blue eyes watching this. Damn, these people are crazy, his head frowned. What a mess he was in. He looked back down at his plate, empty, but it tasted so good. The warm runny yoke and soft white of his eggs still fresh in his stomach. "Ah." He looked up, scrunching his face to the runny sticky sensation that almost impacted with his eye. Brown eyes across the table chuckling at him from where they held a small spoon back slightly. Flinging eggs at him. "HEY!" He yelled, slamming the table as she stood up, watching the brown eyes just put the spoon down to an innocent what? Why are you yelling at me? expression. His hand smearing the egg off his face, glaring at the brown eyes before jumping slightly to the sound of the frying pan slamming back onto the stove.
Her purple eyes frowning at them as they looked up at her. Her glare watching the blonde hair quickly sit down and be quiet. "Are you throwing food at him?" She frowned mad, pointing at the brown hair.
"Mom why would.."
"You better not be Jordan! Now Diana just needs him to stay here for..."
"MOM! Why would I throw food at him!" He cut her off, watching her frown at him as he yelled.
"Just don't." She frowned, looking back down at the frying pan and adding more salt. Purple eyes snapping up at the familiar ah! of her son. Watching the brown hair stand up, whipping egg off his face to a Ahh it's in my eye! Blue eyes staring wide eyed as he did this. Perfectly still, that kid had done that to himself.
"You!" the brown hair pointed at him. "Mom he threw egg right at my eye!"
"I did not!" He frowned standing up fast, watching the brown hair grin at him, as the purple hair stomped over, grabbing his arm.
"I have had enough. Enough is ENOUGH!" She growled slightly, yelling at them as she yanked on the thin arm. Dragging him into her bedroom, ignoring her husbands gripping as she opened the bathroom door.
"Please I didn't throw anything at him." He frowned concerned, shaking his head no at her.
"Wash your face." She frowned as she dropped his arm, watching him start for the sink immediately. "I have had it up to here at it's only nine o' clock. I am gonna go call your mother alright?" She watched him nod as he turned on the faucet. "Take this."
He glanced up lightly, taking the medicine she extended towards him. Blue eyes watching her sigh hard as she started back out of the crammed bedroom of some stacked boxes. An over stuffed dresser, a bed that would have had to have been assembled in the room because it never would have fit and narrow pipe running along the wall used as a closet to hang things up on. Her irritated voice starting up again as she reached the kitchen, talking to the brown hair.
Concerned and confused blue eyes looking back at him as he looked into the mirror, running his hands into the sink as he leaned towards it. His eyes closing as he rubbed at the runny egg yoke. "Mourning." He jumped lightly, squinting threw one dry eye the water threatened to run into as he looked up at the red robe trudging in. "May I ask who the hell you are and why your in my bathroom?" The dull middle aged face in need of a shave slurred it's words at him exhausted. Watching the small thin boy just stumbled away from him slightly as it leaned over the sink, before mumbling.
"I am staying here cause, for the mourning because my mom..."
"Oh that's right." The dull eyes closed slightly, nodding. "Your Diana's kid." He nodded immediately, taking the small towel the red robe extended towards him. "Good. Nice to meet you. Sorry I look like hell." The man grumbled lightly as it opened a small cluttered cabinet. The soft towel running over his face as he dried it, keeping a steady eye on the guy that shut the open door in order to reach the cluttered shelf behind it. "You showering?" The dull eyes glanced at him as he didn't answer, watching the blonde hair shake no. "Good. I am then."
He watched the guy for a moment, thin balding hair preoccupied with some bottle he was messing with on the shelf. His own thin fingers grabbing the medicine he was supposed to drink and popping out the small spoon on the side of it. Slowly twisting off the cap as he glanced back at the guy, but it seemed as though he could care less he was there. Blue eyes running back down to the red medicine he slowly poured into the spoon. If this stuff worked it would be...so great. He smiled lightly, his chest hurt when he breathed, and so did his throat. The air always seemed dramatically cold, running in through his nose and mouth and cutting at the back of his dry throat before sliding down into his lungs. As though it rode in on shards of ice, stabbing into his throat as it arrived before slicing downward. Running down into his lung before plunging into the bottom. The cool spoon ran into his mouth. "Ahe!" He choked, dull eyes turning around to him, cocking an eyebrow.
"You alright sport?" the dull eyes grinned, watching the closed grimacing blue eyes nod as they swallowed. Gagging lightly as the small mouth opened, that tasted *so* disgusting. "Haha" The blue eyes looked up at him as he laughed, still clinging to the disgusted expression of the taste as it watched the balding head chuckle at him. Reaching for the bottle he held. "What is this stuff? Vitamins?" The dull eyes took it as he handed it to him. What else could he do? The guy reached for it, it was in his house, his bathroom. Dull eyes running over the label before removing the spoon again and pouring another one. "Infected with what?" His dull eyes frowned slightly, moving the red filled spoon towards the cautious mouth watching him. Blue eyes looking at it instead of opening its mouth.
"My lungs are." He spoke matter o' factly slowly taking the spoon from the older hand. To the mumbled sucks. He nodded leveling the spoon before running it into his mouth and swallowing fast. Coughing silently so he wouldn't spit it out before gagging as he swallowed. His light skin jumping as the stronger hand ran onto his stomach. Frowning slightly before lifting up his shirt.
"My god. What the hell has Diana been feeding you?" The dull eyes flicked up as he pulled back throwing the thin spoon at the red cotton of the robe and backing up. Blue eyes glaring hard, but the sight of his ribs and pulled in stomach were still caught in the frowning eyes. "That's unnatural, did Joyce see that?" He swallowed hard, dull eyes continuing to look at him as he didn't answer. "Hey Joyce!?" The red cotton stood up, opening the door slightly as he held a hand out to him, telling him to stay put.
"I have to go home!" He frowned, taking a step forward, watching the strong hand just pat the air lightly. Shhhing him.
"Joyce!" The dull eyes looked back at him as he called again. Diana was gonna kill the kid if she kept up like she did. No offense, the girl had a nice ass, and was sweet but obviously didn't know jack about kids. "Joyce! Damnt." He frowned, yelling again to the annoyed What!? from the kitchen. Blonde hair backing into the wall as he crouched down, studying him. The kid didn't look so thin before because of the way the clothes hid it. Loose t-shirt and cotton pj pants. But now that he looked, the face was so thin, the arms coming out of the shirt, bony and skeleton like, almost a lining the structured configuration underneath.
"Ahha..aa!" The light face turned to the side as he shuffled forward, gripping the small wrists and turning them in his hands to look at the arms. His sons sure didn't look like this. Jordan was already firm from the football and skateboarding, and Joey and Matt sure weren't this thin. His dull eyes ignoring the fast movements as the light arms yanked to get out of his grasp, blue eyes still looking to the side to get away from him. "Get away from me." The smaller voice growled lightly, straining out his words. "Get away." Dull concerned eyes squeezing the top of the small arm, he could overlap his fingers damnt.
"Kid doesn't it hurt your body or something to be this thin?" He made a face pressing the small stomach again. "God damn there's nothing to you." He frowned, gripping the small knee hidden in the loose blue plaid pants. Running his hand up to the smaller thigh, he could almost feel the bones, there was some meat though.
His dull eye snapped up at the fast movement, small gun barrel suddenly staring at him from in front of the wide scared blue eyes. "Back up. Get off." The light face breathed directions at him, pressed back into the wall hard, afraid of the tall strength. The hand that kept squeezing parts of his body. "Get away from me! I'll shot you!" He frowned, yelling at the dull face raising it's eyebrows at him as it slowly let go of his thin thigh.
"It better be important Steven!" His gun snapped at the opening door, watching the frowning purple eyes come in before stopping at the gun barrel. Strong hands suddenly snapping at him. Shoving the gun to the right and whirling the thin figure around.
"LET ME GO!" The blonde hair screamed immediately, refusing to let go of the gun as the strong hands pulled his arms behind his back, pressing him into the cold tiles.
"What the hell is going on in here!" She squeaked her scream. Wide purple eyes watching this. "Where the hell did that kid hide that gun!?" And he was in bed with her son! It could have just gone off and killed them! "Steven what the hell is going..."
"I Heard you the *first* time Joyce Damnt!" He frowned, snapping a hard look at the pulled up brown hair. "Have you seen how thin this kid is!" He growled his concern, that god damn kid pulled a gun on him. Could have shot him in the face! "I ask him a question he pulls out a gun!"
"What!?" She screamed baffled, staring at the small gun in the light hand. Blonde hair breathing hard from where it was shoved into the wall. They could kill him. They could beat him. They could take his weapon, let him go. ......Mom?......his head whisphered lightly. "Well don't shove him so hard your hurting him!" She frowned upset, running her hands onto her husbands stronger ones pressing the small boned figure into the wall.
"Hurting him! He almost *Killed* me! and your worried I am hurting him!?"
"Stop it Steve!" She frowned, watching him pull the blonde hair back from the wall, to her alarmed gasp and small trip back wards.
"Drop the gun!" He shook the thin figure, watching it shake it's head no. "DROP IT! NOW!" Blonde hair muttering no through the hard shaking, blue eyes jammed closed. "Fill the sink with water." She frowned slightly as her husbands small eyes looked up at her, nodding towards the sink. Her thin orange finger nails plugging the sink and turning on the water. "Kid I am going to drown you if you don't let it go." He frowned to his wife's WHAT!? from behind him. "Damnt Joyce! He'll loose consciousness before he dies damnt, I just want the gun!" He frowned at her, feeling her tug gently on his shoulder. "Drop it kid, I'll dunk you I swear it." He cold feel the light body trembling in his grasp.
Drowning. He could have been shot. Out of all the times he could have killed himself, set the place on fire, just put a little poison in his food. All the ways he could have done it. Have that wacko shoot him, he wasted it, and now he would drown. He frowned, feeling the guy shake him. His heart slamming. Drowning was supposed to be a good way to go though, it was supposed to be a little like sleep. Right before you die. You sleep.
"AHH!" he screamed at the sudden jerk that yanked his arms upwards. Twisting them in an off direction as he was hulled upwards towards the sink. The cold rim pressing against his chest, wide blue eyes blinking down at the clear water underneath him. Watching his mirrored self appear back just as scared, but calmer somehow. Maybe part of it was sleeping...already under the water.
"Damnt Steve not so much!" He felt the cold fingers of a woman touch him lightly as she yanked at her husbands strong arm. Before squeaking lightly as he shoved her off, her thin form rushing out of the bedroom.
"Just drop the gun alright?" The strong voice growled lightly from over his ear. Baffled small eyes watching the back of the blonde hair. He honestly thought the kid would have dropped the gun. He would have dropped it. "You want to die kid?" He mumbled lightly, he wasn't threatening he was seriously asking. Why else would someone sit three inches in front of a sink of water and not open their hand and let a gun slip out. The thin chest breathing in hard gasps, already tasting the water in the small bits of moisture that was above the sinks surface. The wet air running into his throat and stabbing his infection before sinking into his lungs and gently plastering the sides with the soft clear drops of residue. Tiny painters painting water, preparing for the big inhale he would eventually make under the water that would end it all. After he had held his breath as long as he could. After he had surrendered his eyes and opened them underneath the glassy surface. To look around at submerged serene tones of blue and sweet humming song the water made that was the sleep of death. So he could remember what it looked like, and marvel at the calm beautiful colors as his eyes started to blink over with flashes of light, and his head started to swirl as the cells started to die. So he could see the marvelous path that was sleeping, completely silent and still. Killing him without strength or power. Letting him do all the work himself, struggling against himself until his mouth would open as wide as he could. As his brain screamed at him not to. He would inhale, suck in the calm sleep that was around him and flood his lungs with it. Flood his mind with it, and let himself leak away.
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"What?" She frowned slightly, watching the purple eyes jibber something to her as they drug her into the cluttered kitchen of burning eggs and small table that was all too big for the room. Providing just a foot and a half with all the chairs pushed in to squeeze around it to either the left or right doorway. The pulled up brown hair yanking her arm to the right, towards her bedroom and the bathroom.
"He's gone off the deep end! I don't know what he's.. STEVE!" She screamed as she stomped into the bedroom dragging the soft blonde with her. Hearing the sweet green eyes gasp immediately, stopping dead with her wide eyed to the strong red cotton robe holding the thin kicking form into the sink. Loose green t-shirt and plaid pants struggling in the light thrashing that came from under the water, splashing droplets onto the mirror and red cotton.
"LET HIM GO!" She screamed, blonde hair bouncing around her thin shoulders and white stretch tank top as she shot at the cotton rob, at her child. Grabbing his arm to her hysterical scream, watching the dull face pull the light skin from the sink.
Water pouring from the blonde hair into the green shirt and red of the robe, over her thin arms as the blonde tilted his head back. Sucking in air to a loud "Huuuhhhhh" before gagging on the water running over his face from his hair.
"TELL HIM TO LET GO OF THE GUN!" The small eyes frowned at her, holding the thin motionless form against him. Small arms still twisted behind the smaller back, thin fingers attached to the gun.
"WHAT!?" He wide green eyes squeaked baffled, trying to worm her hands into where he was holding the blonde hair some three feet above the floor.
"TELL HIM TO LET THE..."
"BABE GIVE ME THE GUN!" She cried hysterical, feeling his body heat as she wormed her hand over his thin twisted arms to his hands. Blue eyes straining to open at the sound of her voice. His thin mouth hanging open, sucking in air. "BABE GIVE MOMMY THE.." She stopped, her thin red finger nailed hand pulling back fast, showing the small eyes the gun. "Ah!" She squeaked as he let go, strong arms letting the air deprived blonde drop to the ground at his feet as she sunk down with him.
"Next time he comes." He inhaled heavily, satisfied. "Tell him to leave it home." He grunted lightly, watching her thin arms encircle the wet coughing boy on the floor. Grabbing his face on either side as he coughed, watching him breath, wincing lightly at the pain it caused. The raspy in and out sound of his chest working running against her ear as she pressed it into him. Listening to him breath, to the slamming of his heart as she found his hands. Pulling him to his feet with her.
"Diana I am so sorry. I am SO SO sorry! I don't know what came over him!" The purple eyes sniffled lightly, crying to the thin child she was sympathetic towards. He resembled her son in her heart because he was the same age and same gender. Sweet green eyes frowning as she stood up pulling him to his feet with her before starting past her. "I am sorry Diana!" The purple eyes started fallowing her.
"I know you are." She muttered under her breath. What should she do? Would they really have drowned him? She wasn't sure. Joyce was her best friend, she couldn't yell back. That felt wrong, she would need her help again too. "Joyce I.."
"Diana just take him home now. Martin's coming my way, I have to give him a percentage from my week! Just get him out of here!" The purple eyes shoved them, watching the sweet green eyes blink fast.
That's right. Martin.
Her thin face whirled around yanking the thin hand clinging to her along as she rushed out the narrow run down doorway and across the hall.
"Ahha!" The blonde hair screamed as she shoved his hand off. His closed blue eyes still breathing hard. Groping around in the dark that was his eyelids as she suddenly disappeared. The sound of the door lock clicking before her thin hands and blurred image were back in front of him. "Ahh why did you leeeave me with those weeeeird peeooople!?" He let out a hysterical sob.
Her thin hands running onto either side of his face and up into his hair to her soft Shhhh she hummed at him. Watching him hiccup lightly, before coughing hard. His thin shaking form falling into her as she pulled him forward. Guiding his wet cold face and hair onto her shoulder as she stood up. "I am so sorry hunny. I am so sorry Jim." She frowned upset, grabbing the towel he was wearing earlier and pulling it up to his hair before moving to her bed. His small face buried into her shoulder as he clung to her. Squeezing her arms as she held him quickly lying down on her back. His thin weight suddenly on top of her. His hands sliding himself off to the side immediately, curling up as she moved. Sitting up over him, gently guiding the soft yellow towel into his blonde strains soaking out the water. Studying the intense way he was breathing, pulling his arms in close to his chest, his legs in closer to his body. Looking down into the sheets with nothing more then the raspy in and out sound. "I am so sorry Jim I.." she trailed lightly, watching him quickly roll over to face where she sat. Running his hands around her leg and squeezing it. Hanging on. "I'll stay with you from now on." She shook her head lightly, wondering if she was lying or not. She was a love issue. That was what she did. She couldn't just have him stay in the room while she worked. That was terrible. Out of the question.
Her sweet green eyes felt him move slightly as she looped her fingers into the bottom of his small shirt and pulled it up over his head. Watching his arms leg go of her leg as she did it. Her curved form wiggling down into the sheets as she pushed his wet shirt up onto a pillow, spreading the towel over a small one next to her. "Come here." She whisphered lightly, reaching with her hands as she pulled on him. His bony malnutritioned figure crawling at her immediately. Snuggling into her side as he lay on the soft towel drying his hair. His arms still pulled into his chest as he lay on his side, she on hers. His legs running up over hers as she pulled him in close. Hugging him as he lay on her one arm, closed blue eyes breathing hard. "Go to sleep now." She smiled lightly, gently pressing her wrist. Feeling more files open up inside her head, she would let him sleep while she learned. His thin hands clinging to the sheets laying over her, to the fabric of her tank top.
-Slam- She jumped, gasping lightly, feeling him jolt with her and in response to her reaction. Her soft blonde hair falling into her face in soft curls and locks as she sat up fast. Blinking hard to the strong, gangly thin bald figure standing mad in tight leather pants and loose white wife beater. Hand still on the door he had kicked in fast.
"Martin." She spit his name fast, a twinge of fear in her tone. Because that was what he was, that was who owned her. He was Martin.
"Just what the hell do you think this is." He growled, his slit yellow eyes growling at her, pocket full of money from next door. Collecting from his girls, but her pay was due tomorrow. "A God Damn HOTEL!" He growled stomping in, watching her sit up more, small thin figure with her scrambling behind her to her guidance. Her body blocking the small boy with blonde hair. "WHO the HELL SAID you could have A KID!?" He growled making an exaggerated hand motion, as if it were preposterous. "WHO!?" He watched her mouth gap lightly, her eyes darting to the side.
"But Martin I just thought..."
"NO!" He cut her off with his scream. "You don't think Diana! YOU DON'T THINK! You do! You do for money! You understand that!?" He frowned, spitting the facts as he stomped over. Ignoring her small squeak as he grabbed her wrist and squeezed. Bright green eyes full of fear as he looked down at her barcode. "No.. No." He shook his head at her. "You download this? I don't think so." He shook his head no, glaring at the small pair of blue eyes peering at him from behind her. "Get rid of him. Get rid of him." He stated the decision firm but calm.
"Oh NO! MARTIN! I love him!"
She watched him grit his teeth, snarling with irritated frustration to her cry. "AHh Damnt Diana! YOU DON'T LOVE! No loving! No kids! Get rid of him or I'll kill him myself."
"Ahh NO!" She screamed as he pulled out his bright hunting knife. Her thin arms clinging her body to the thin blonde hair that watched the knife without fear. And to think here he could have drowned. That would at least have been better then bleeding to death, of course letting that guy shoot him would have been better. And poisoning himself was the best over all of it. "Get him the hell out of my sight." The thin yellow eyes glared their words into her "I'll slit his throat like you slit a deer. So fuck him, or get him out!" He growled, slamming the knife back into his belt. Ignoring her quiet sobs as clear tears ran down her face, watching his form leave through her busted door. Blonde hair still in her arms, hugging her. She was crying. He should make her feel better.
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"Do you.." She sniffled hard, trying to speak through her tears. "You understand this...Jim? Understaaaaand?" She sobbed towards the end, but she was trying not to. Her wrenching heart climbing up through her throat so it could throw it's arms around the wide pair of swollen blue eyes and thin body. Standing still looking up at her. Loose green t-shirt. Blue plaid pajama pants. Watching her horrified, numbed and exhausted from where she wouldn't stop bawling and he started too. Scared she just kept crying. Didn't she know she would leak away? Her body seeping away, deflating as she ran out through her tears. Till he wouldn't be able to touch her, or grab her. She would be water in his hands, seeping out through the cracks in his fingers, and the dips of his palms. "You go...right where I tell you ok?" She sniffled hard. Thin red fingernails pulling the cap off her pen fast, blinking out her tears so she could see clear as she grabbed his hand. It was limp and cooperative in hers, letting her turn it over so she could write on the back of it. Blue ink running onto his skin as she wrote before dropping the pen. Letting it slip from her fingers silently before clattering to the floor. Making the only available sound until her hard "Aha" sob. "You know that...you know that when you save someone's life Jim." She sank to her knees in front of him, grabbing his shoulders tightly. Watching him look down at her, silently crying. Her fingers and hands rubbing into his skin, squeezing him and loving him. This would be the last time she could ever touch him. "You know that when you save somebody's life they owe you something big." She nodded, ignoring the tears leaking from her eyes, his small face nodding twice. Silent. "They owe you, you a big favor." She looked down sniffling hard. "Now you owe him a big favor, because he's gong to save your life. You owe him something big." She nodded unsteadily, watching him listen. This would be his knew mission, carrying out her last touch. "Do what your told and don't be a lot of trouble." She sniffled hard, thinking fast. Files opening and closing in her head. "Eat what your given, say please and thank you and if he is mean you...well if he is mean at first Jim...he doesn't mean it ok?" Her face cringed lightly.
Oh god.
What if he was mean to him?
What if he didn't listen to her?
Didn't repay her favor?
Her most important possession, she was giving to him, and he had no idea it was coming.
Her swollen pink eyes watched the small crying face in front of her flood over with a new emotion. Leaving the tormented, anguished feeling of abandonment and uncertainty for a look of fear. Where ever he was going and whoever he was seeing was going to be dangerous. "Don't let him do anything...he's not supposed to." She nodded lightly, she didn't think he would though. "You tell him I said he has to keep you. He owes meee Jim he willll." She sobbed lightly, blinking hard to the small hand that ran onto her face, rubbing the tears off her one cheek.
Small arms running around her neck as she pulled him forward, nuzzling her face into him. His heart slamming into her body to nothing more but his quiet sobs. Only visible through the tight jumps of his chest. "Remember that your mother loves you very much Jim." She closed her eyes, her thin tears running off her chin into his shirt as she squeezed him hard. Taking in as much as she could. This would be the last time. "Now go." Her voice firmed, moving her hands against his thin chest clinging to her. "Run." She shoved him back, watching his horrified face stare back at her. "Run and don't look back. Don't ever look back to me Jim." She shook her head no, watching his throat tighten and release to his breathing. "Don't look at the street names, don't look at the buildings. Get lost here. Don't know where I am. You will miss me less if you can't not find me." She managed a small broken smile as she cried. Watching his face swallow many times over, his hand taking the small cloth bag she was giving him. "Shh." She smiled a sob. "I waaant you to leeeave now Jiiim." She cried suddenly, watching him choke a small noise. Blue eyes looking down at the gun she was sliding back into the rim of his pants. "Take that I know. I know your a little more attached to it then I would like." She frowned slightly, sniffling at the small hip she covered with his shirt again before looking up. "Go Jim. Get out! Get out of here!" She sobbed. Screaming at him. Watching him stumble back at her shove. Thin hands tearing back at her, attaching back to her loose shirt and soft skin. "GET OOUUT!" She screamed shoving him off, standing up and turning him around, shoving him hard. "Run! I doooon't want you to diiiie daaamnt! GOOOO!" She sobbed, her heart slamming, throbbing in her chest. Sucking in the air and the life inside her, hallowing out the rib cage of her body for a pain she never knew. Pumping the throbbing sting through her as she fell to her knees. Watching her first true love turn and run. Short tousled blonde hair and green shirt running into the dark of the night with the bag she had given him. Tearing into the streets alone. Abandoned. His only hope was a scribbled message he couldn't read printed onto the back of his hand sealed with a bright kiss of her lipstick. His body. A marked favor. A ticket to be reimbursed.
Meet Tom Thumb by DivineAngel
"Starwind you are paying me for the extra time." He growled hearing the immediate feminine whining as he neared his back door. Tight impostor black leather skirt and cheap low tank top frowning at him in high heels, smoking. "When you make an appointment I expect you to keep." She trailed lightly frowning at him. "What the hell is that?" She frowned, motioning her cigarette towards the small arms lightly handing off him as he groaned at her.
"Nothing." He growled lightly before chuckling. Watching her baffled expression lean closer to the light face hidden inside the brown cloth as he unlocked the back door. "Sorry I kept you waiting." He grinned at her. Watching her deep green eyes switch from the baffling mess he held to the strong scarred features tempting her.
"Not as sorry as you'll be when you see my bill." She grinned watching him chuckle before frowning. Nothing about the bill was funny. "What ahh." She smiled lightly stepping into the run down kitchen. The heels of her shoes dully clapping onto the floor as she moved. "What ahh, what are we planning to do with Tom Thumb?" She grinned watching the dark eyes glance towards the mess of blonde hair where the light face was slightly visible before growling.
"Don't worry about it. Tom's got nothing to do with us." He grinned watching her flash a relieved expression.
"Good. Cause I don't think I am programmed for things that small Gene." She heard him chuckle lightly as he started towards the stairs.
"Yeah right." He grinned, cyborgs were hysterical. "I'll only be a minute." He glanced back at her. "What are you doing standing around? You think I need time to get ready?" He cocked an eyebrow at her, slyly grinning as she dropped her purse into the kitchen chair and started unbuttoning her top as she stepped out of her shoes. His strong scarred face nodding approvingly as he headed upstairs towards the bathroom. "Your more trouble then your worth.Tom." He grinned letting the light weight sink into the floor leaning into the bathroom sink. His strong firm hand pulling out the handcuffs he had kept and snapping the small wrist to the pipes running into white enamel. "Lets see you wire your way out of this." He grinned standing back up. "Dumb midget" He chuckled lightly as he lazily strolled out of the bathroom. Scarred hand messaging the back of his next as he sighed heavily. A quick flick of his wrist slamming the bathroom door, locking it tight as he started back downstairs. Pulling his shirt over his head, anxious to get to what was waiting for him.
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He felt the room blurring into view, waking up cool and calm. A smooth hung over feeling around him, as though he had fallen asleep in a car or against someone he loved. His mouth and nose filling with air first, gulping it in fast as though it were being sucked away, before the rest of him woke up. Snapping colors and shapes at him like a birthday surprise.
Large blue eyes peering out from underneath the matted blonde hair looking at the side of the tub. Bathroom. I am in a bathroom? His mind mumbled lightly to himself as he started to frown, his body moving slightly. Discovering the slumped over way he was placed against the wall, the cool rims running around his wrists. "Mm" He pulled fast, trying to move, he was handcuffed. His heart picking up fast, he could be in anyone's bathroom. Blue eyes darting around, his ears straining, but there was no noise. No nothing, just tones of light.
The single light bulb on the top of the ceiling staring down at him, pointing at him. There he is, he's hiding over here. Stuck to the sink. Someone has handcuffed him to the sink, look at how stupid. How stupid he was to get himself caught, to let himself be caught, now he is stuck. He is stuck here, over here, come and look.
"Ah!" His arms snapped back as he yanked fast, pulling them out straight. His body wiggling immediately, from underneath the brown rags that hid everything, kicking and straining before stopping. Slumping back down silent, as though he had never moved, so if you looked, you would think he was dead and keep going. Would pay no notice, offer no help, steal no worth. Blue eyes hiding under the matted blonde hair, breathing hard.
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"Gene?" He grinned hearing her soft voice, his favorite. The slightly exhausted, I can't get up because I don't know where my clothes are yet, call for him.
"Yeah I'll be right back!" He grinned, what a cookie she was. So hard outside on the streets, then soft for him inside. Her stern declaring tone disappearing to sweet whispers and deep thoughts about her girlfriend and the human meanings of true love. The simple things she liked to talk about, that he didn't listen to, but smiled and nodded and pretended to listen to while he played with the straps of her bra, of her underwear. Waiting for her to finish, for her to feel satisfied she had gotten something off her chest, shared a moment, while he was patient. In the end, what she offered was always sweeter if she felt she was giving it as a present, and not for the money he handed her at the end.
"Ah." He groaned as he walked into the bathroom door. His dark eyes frowning baffled as to why it was closed for a moment before remembering that he locked it. "Piece of shit door I...." He trailed lightly, snapping the handle to the right and unlocking it before shoving the door open. Stopping dead at the filthy blonde hair that was conscious, blue eyes snapping at him immediately, widening. So it was that guy, the one he robbed and chained up. The one who was probably pissed and out to pay him back. "God damnt!" He frowned immediately. "Did you have to take apart the god damn sink! Put it back!" He growled stepping in, watching the small mess of rags bolt back as he slammed the door behind him. Kicking lightly at the mess of pipe parts that were scattered around the floor from where they had been disconnected in order to work the handcuffs out of them. "Oh and I see your took apart the handcuffs too." He frowned picking them up, dark eyes looking down at the now broken rings before flicking his eyes back up at the blue color. "How thoughtful of you."
He grinned lightly, watching the wide blue eyes just continue to stand, glaring hard at him. Stanced ready to run, ready to fight. "You plan on fixing my sink?" The blonde hair jumped as he dropped the handcuffs, placing his hands onto his hips again. "Wait." He grinned lightly, looking down at his hips, only his boxers and gun strap. "Lets rephrase." He grinned lightly, pulling the strong castor out of the belt. Grunting lightly as he watched the blue eyes glare harder, that was *their* gun. "Your *going* to fix my sink, and your *going* to do it now." He grinned as he spoke his firm order. "Because I got news for you Tom Thumb, I make the rules where I live and this is where I live. So if you don't put those pipes back where they go, I am gonna take some of *you* apart." He frowned, aiming at the matted coloring from behind the small thin black bar of his gun. Dark eyes watching the blonde color just step back as he stepped forward, continuing to glare at him. His dark eyes blinking lightly, watching the distraught face sink to a tight wrenched look. Debating its choices, maybe getting shot was better now. He had failed, had no place to live, no food to eat, and hours later he could be lying somewhere with this man wishing he had been shot. "Hey I was only bluffing." He grinned, dark eyes chuckling lightly as the small face twitching. Fidgeting in its own shaky movements of genius and torment. "I wouldn't really bust ya open kid, but you *are* going to fix my pipes." He grinned watching the blue eyes do a fast blink before the throat swallowed hard. What a freak this guy was. What kinda person would joke about something like that, and then not be serious? "Come on. I was just banging this girl for the last four hours and I am starving, plus. I am beginning to think if I don't feed you something you might start short circuiting or something, that right? Your awfully disgusting looking you know. Don't you need some type of fuel?"
He watched the talking moron mumbling to him, turn around and start into the hall as it spoke. Indirectly offering food and shelter, blue eyes staring at the gun.
"Geez sorry about my word choice." He grinned suddenly, he probably just freaked that poor midget girl out of her mind. "Tell me are you just short, or are you just hiding treasures under that cloth you wear?" The matted mess of blonde and brown stopped dead as he turned around slightly. Throwing a sly grin to the short figure some three feet behind him, cautiously keeping distance. "You know there's more to you girls then just inner beauty, why don't you take some of that off?" The brown rags stumbled slightly as he turned around. "Let me see what's under there, bet your really cute." He gave the wide blue eyes a soft grin stepping forward lightly.
"AHH!"
"What the hell!?" He stumbled lightly as the blonde mess bolted forward, yanking the castor off him as it pushed him aside. His dark eyes whirling around, watching the gun activate and snap up at him from in front of the frantic blue color. "Yeah right." He grunted, snapping his hand up as if to back hand the kid, smacking the front of the gun. Watching the blonde hair double forward as he kicked it in the stomach while hanging onto the maroon barrel. Yanking the gun forward and back into his possession as he watched the coughing mess sink into the floor bent over. "God Damnt you little shit." He growled, sliding the heavy weapon back into his belt as he yanked the small arm up fast. Whirling the brown rags around and smashing them face first into the wall.
"AH!" The light weight he hulled up squirmed fast as he twisted the small arm behind it's back.
"You try that again and I'll break your arm off." He growled, leaning his chest into the smaller back he pinned to the wall. Breathing his word over the small dirty ear that disgusted him. "Didn't I already tell you I make the rules here." He grinned bitterly, growling his words out annoyed as he freed his right hand by shifting the light weight he pinned to the wall some four feet up into his left. Feeling the small chest pick up as he started messing with the rags. Wiggling his hand into the layers to find out just what was so special that all this disguise had to be worn for. His dark eyes watching the matted color of filth twitch as he hit skin. The warm body heat falling under his palm as he felt around for a weapon, but there didn't seem to be any. Money, but there didn't seem to be any, in fact that was nothing. Smooth young skin running against his fingers as he ran them over the small protruding bones. "Fuck me your thin." He frowned- shocked, he didn't think the midget was that thin. The blonde twitched, squirming suddenly as he moved his hand lower. "Your a boy!" His dark eyes did a double blink as he yanked his hand back. Dropping the ragged weight to the ground to a fast few steps backward. "That's it." he felt his scarred hand snapping the weapon back out and aiming it at the mess that was coughing lightly from where it had fallen. Slowly turning around where it sat on the floor. "Just what the hell are you." He frowned, watching the mad aggressive blue eyes flick up at him. "First your a midget, then your a girl, then a computer, now your a boy. Why don't you just make your mind up damnt! Now *your* telling *me*! Just what the *hell* are you!? Human? Are you terren?" He frowned, making a baffled outraged face at the thin layered rags standing up to face him. "You have to be human...no computer cries like you did." His dark eyes softened lightly, thinking this over. This kid, if it was a kid, if it was a boy would be worth a lot if he sold him. "Do you know how much your worth?" He shot a sly grin to the light face no longer ducking into the rags. There was no reason to now. "Get." He made a small motion with the gun barrel, nodding it towards the kitchen doorway. Watching the blue eyes just start moving in that direction, hands slightly raised. "There's a lot of freaks in this town, a lot of scum in locus." He grinned watching the blonde continue to fallow the directions of his gun, climbing into a kitchen chair slowly, and sitting down. "You hungry Tom?" He let out a strong grunt, opening a cabinet with his free hand while aiming the gun. That kid would attack him in a second, he was sure. "You got someplace else to be? Or do you normally dwell in places that smell like shit." He chuckled lightly, watching the dirty face just glare at him, ignoring the bowl he pulled out of the microwave and shoved at him. "Here it's oatmeal, and there's no need to thank me." He grinned slyly sitting down across the table. "I know your grateful."
"GO TO HELL!" He frowned, watching the loose brown rags stand up fast, flipping the bowl over . Smiling at him as the oatmeal splattered onto the table and across his face as the small hand smacked at it. Flicking sticky warms gobs of oatmeal at him before leaning forwards to spit at him. His chair falling over as he bolted up, snapping his hand onto the table and yanking the figure at him by the filth that resembled blonde hair.
"AHhha!" The light hands snapped at his, falling onto the flat surface of the table and sliding towards him into the oatmeal.
His dark eyes growling hard as he picked the light head up a few inches and slammed it down into the table top. Watching the mess of brown hues just stop moving to the pain. His scarred hand slowly releasing the matted blonde filth that continued to stay up where he had gripped it. His dark eyes switching up to the light footsteps on the stairs, as the small body on top of the table started curling up as he looked back at it.
'Mmmaahh." He frowned slightly, listening to the moan of hurt that became a small cry. "Mmahhhaaaa(inhale)AHH!Aaaaammmom. AhhrrGRRR." His dark eyes frowned, watching the balling mess start crying, small hands punching into the table as it growled and sobbed. "AH!AhhMOM! MOOOM! Ahhaaa hahaaa(inhale)Ahhaaa ha haaaa...eh haa Ahaaa."
"Gene?" He looked up at the soft feminine tone. Damnt she was downstairs? What a mess this was going to be. The bright green eyes of the tight leather skirt and sweet blonde hair staring horrified at the crying child on the table. "Gene?"
"Just relax Diana, the kid tried to kill me. If I were him I'd cry too." He watched her do a fast blink, she thought it was a girl.
"It is a boy?" She frowned slightly, frowning with her question but keeping her eyes on the small huddled mess sobbing into the hardwood of the table top. Her soft green eyes gently running her hand onto his shoulder, jumping lightly as the crying silenced. The small muscles under her tightening immediately. Remaining absolutely still and silent before moving slightly, and glancing up at her.
Her hand pulling back fast, alarmed at the small figure that bolted up. Unruly hair shoving her back, jamming the gun at the wide blue eyes calling to her.
"Alright just relax boy I'll explain." He frowned, watching the light face move in everyway possible. Overloaded in every feature as it gapped at the stunning blonde hair of the woman. "She isn't real!" He frowned
"Mom?" The light hand reached for her, running out from under the brown rags towards her. The splitting image of the photo he held. That they had taken. That they had burned. Because. He was too slow. "Mom!?" He jolted forward, next to oblivious to the strong gun barrel pressing into his chest to keep him where he was.
"Gene?" She gripped his shoulder upset and confused.
"SHUT UP!" His dark eyes frowned watching the light face swallow repeatedly. Staring, it hadn't blinked since it caught sight of her. "Get back!" He shoved the small chest back with the gun. His dark eyes watching the blonde hair slip back into the oatmeal table top. Blue eyes snapping at him suddenly. The annoying dumb man, the scarred skin that was separating his mother from him.
"GET OFF HER! Get away!" His dark eyes blinked watching the brown rags come at him. Fearless the gun was there, that he would be shoot. Absorbed in getting to her, regardless how. The room blurring away to nothing, nothing but the man separating them. Why? When he had been alone so long? When she was supposed to be back in space, or maybe dead. This guy must have been the one keeping them apart or, or else she would have come looking for him. Or else she would have loved him. "GIVER HER TO ME! AH!"
He stumbled back slightly as the blonde mess moved at him again, slipping off the table to the floor. Choking lightly at the hard unexpected impact and thud before standing up fast.
"Kid! SHE'S NOT REAL!" He growled, sliding the gun back into his belt. It was kind unfair to kill him over this. His scarred hand snapping at the empty beer bottle on his counter. He would just knock him out instead. More humane.
"AH! MooOM!" The cry was frantic, higher pitched tones swimming into the scream.
"Shit!" He frowned, slipping lightly on some of the oatmeal. Blonde filth rushing past him as he stumbled. The thin feminine hands disappearing off his strong shoulders to a small scared squeak.
"Oh GENE!" His dark eyes spinning around, watching the filthy rags cling to the what they could grab of her. Her green eyes blinking hard, hands raised as she looked down at the frantic child underneath her. Desperately clinging to her waist so they would never be separated, so it wouldn't be his fault he would get lost again. This time he would listen, this time he would do everything she said.
"I'll Listeeen! I WILL I prrooomise! I wilL! I WILL!" His dark eyes blinked, watching the small hands claw at the thin girl and leather skirt. Blue eyes jammed closed through the senseless rambling they were choking out.
"I am sick of this shit." He growled, scarred hand snapping at his counter draw. Ripping it open fast. Looking up at the sobbing mess and blonde prostitute now slowly reaching down to the light crying face and gently brushing the hair out of it. His scarred hand rapping around the sharp steak knife and stomping towards them. "I said!" He yelled, ripping the brown rags backwards by the hair. Watching the light hands snap at the air awkwardly before slipping to the ground with his hard shove. "SHE'S NOT REAL!" He growled ignoring the small feminine squeak as he yanked her thin arm at him. Watching the blue eyes widen horrified as he jammed the knife into the smooth skin, ripping it forward. "AH! Son of A BITCH!" He growled pulling the knife back at the sharp pain biting his leg. His dark eyes growling as he looked down. His scarred hands releasing the thin girl, blonde hair scrambling back, leaving only the bleeding hole of missing flesh it had bit out of him. Blue eyes bolting to her again before stopping dead.
Blinking at the calm look on her face, the thin gray and green wires protruding from the slit in her manufactured skin. "Ugh." He chocked a fast inhale, blinking hard as he watched her move lightly. Gently squeezing the crease of her man-made skin together, and holding it a moment as it reconnected. "Ah ugh." He chocked again, his chest malfunctioning in fast movements as she next to ignored him.
"That's not good for my system Gene." She frowned, looking at the dark eyes leaning into the refrigerator. Disgusted with the small amount of blood running down his leg. "Not good at all." She shook her head no. Looking down as her arm made the final touches and she was perfect again. Bright green eyes slowly looking up at the choking light face in front of her. Standing paralyzed, horrified. She wasn't real. His mother was dead. "My Name is Issue 0025468-A9384-9. I am a issue love model. What issue are you?" She smiled sweetly at him, watching the blue eyes in front of her just slowly close their mouth and swallow lightly. Her thin face blurring over as his eyes filled with tears, clear threads trickling down his face as he looked at her. Watching her make a more sympathetic face suddenly. "Poor human child." She frowned, her comment blaze and monotone. "Gene?" She watched him raise his eyebrows at her. "This is not your human child?" She watched him make a face.
"God damn right it's not." He growled. "You hear that kid! Your leaving!" He frowned, watching her thin hands gently run up onto the small crying face vacantly staring at her. She mocked him sitting there, she sounded like her. She looked like her, but inside she was machine. She was what he made with his hands, someone had used his mother that way. Someone had recreated her...as a...love...issue.
"Ahhaaa." He sobbed suddenly, pulling his hands and arms closer to his body for safety.
"Shhh." She smiled at him, watching him shake his head no at her. Her bright green eyes blinking lightly as he ran his hands roughly onto either side of her face. Watching her slowly imitate him and place both hers on his. "Do you want ice cream? Ice cream is what you give human children so they do not cry." She smiled at him, watching him frown. His teeth gritting hard as his chest picked back up.
"Ah!" He growled, shoving her off fast, snapping at the knife. He hated her. For that second he hated her, wanted her dead. How dare she, think she could take the place of his mother. Of anyone who thought they could use her. They had recreated her body, her hair, her eyes, her voice...how was it they forgot the most important thing? How was it they forgot her soul?
"Hey!" His dark eyes snapped forward yanking the light arm back from where it raised the knife above the green eyes looking at it calmly. "GOD damnt!" He swore swinging the light body back by its arm and prying the knife out of the small grip. His larger fingers working into the tight fist before swinging the body back into the refrigerator. "Your about all the excitement I can stand." He growled throwing the knife into the sink.
"Gene?" He frowned, keeping his eyes on the brown rags that glared at him from where they had fallen. Eyeing the gun inside the strap against the blue boxers. All he would have to do was attack a few more times and the guy would loose his temper, and end it for him. The scarred hand would just raise its gun, swearing at him, and fire. And he would let his blood run onto the floor in a warm puddle before trickling through the groves in the tiles. Outlining the small squares like a tick-tack-toe board. He would just let go, let it all leak out and die. Death would be quiet, and the man would dump his body in an alley. Or a river, and pretend he never saw him, never met him. Everyone would, and maybe then...he would see her again. For real this time. "Gene?" His dark eyes blinked, glancing at her, watching her slowly stand up. "Can I have him please? I want to keep him." She smiled warmly at him, watching him just dully look back. The kid was worth a lot of money. Some if he sold him, more if he rented him, but even so. That was a little low, even on for him. A good bluff though. "Please Gene?" She smiled, slowly walking towards him and running her hand under his chin. Flicking his nose lightly with her finger, watching him smile.
"You do understand he's worth a lot of money. Even as thin as he is he's got it where it counts Diana." He watched her make a small frown, how disappointing. "But, I will *sell* him to you." He grinned at her, watching her do a fast frowned blink.
"But how Gene? I don't have any money, I work for Martin you know that." She frowned giving him a look, he knew this.
"I know I know sweet cakes." He grinned at her, running his hands onto her ass. "But if you want him you have to pay, because others will." He grinned. Not that he would ever sell the kid to those others. "Your already 500 in." He grinned watching her make a face. What? Since when did she ever give...He watched her face relax slightly, 500 was how much he owed her. "All you need is a grand. So next time, there's no charge for me. That's 500 for you, and you can have him." He grinned watching her smile.
"I like him." She smiled warmly at him, happy with the deal.
"Course you do. I like him too." He grunted lightly. Yeah right. -Score- "And since I know your so good on your word babe, you can take him now and pay the rest later." He grinned, the sooner the little shit was farther from him the better.
"Is it a sale?" Her face brightened watching him do a small blink.
"No." He frowned annoyed "Just a down payment sweetheart, the rest is next time. Alright?" He gripped her arm lightly, watching her nod in understanding. Dark and green eyes looking down to the huddled brown rags glaring up at them. "You hear that!? Your hers. Go!" He frowned at he matted blonde hair. Motioning with his hand for the kid to get up. Blue eyes motionless to him before glancing at the thin hand she extended with her sweet, come on, and bright smile.
Dark eyes making a face as the blonde hair bolted at her hand, whirling around in front of her as if to fend him off. "What?" he shrugged lightly, almost chuckling. "You can have her all to yourself kid, I am worn out." He grinned watching the blue eyes stumble backwards as it shoved at her. Pushing her out of the room before moving with her. Blue eyes looking up at her softer green ones as she opened the front door, waiting for him to walk out before calling an Alright! to the "Diana lock it behind you!" That retard called out to them.
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"Mom is slang for Mother is that right?" She smiled looking down at him as they walked. Blue eyes never leaving her, since they left, since he gained something new. A new chance, and new way to get back into life. "Is that how you would refer to me?" She frowned slightly, watching him stop walking as she did. Green eyes looking down at his cold ragged form in the middle of the deescalate sidewalk. It was late 1:00 maybe. But she didn't notice his shivering.
"Your a love issue?" He frowned slightly, that sounded horrible. She deserved better then that.
"Emhm." She smiled brightly, proud of how well she had mastered her trade.
"What kind of programming do you use?" She watched his face fall into a sad slump as he asked her manufacture questions. Her green eyes watching him blink, studying her for a reaction as he slipped his hand into hers. Watching her only look at it before ignoring it.
"I use Microbrio, doesn't everyone?" She giggled lightly, watching his face flicker. His heart skipping lightly at the sound of the laugh that was once so familiar to him. The laugh of his mother. The memories that suddenly washed over him like an ocean wave. Hazed fogged images of summer, and car rides and dad. "I live here." She watched him fallow her gaze to the tall downtown brick building. "I believe you will stay with me now, if I am to serve as your mother." She smiled down at him watching him just look at her. Drugged by the way she spoke. So disconnected, unaware the way she worded her sentences pained him so, because they proved she was not his mother with every word. How could she be created to look just like her, but be absolutely different?
Maybe, maybe he could make her remember him. If he really tried. If he didn't fail.
"Yes." He gave her a small nod, fallowing the small tug of his hand as she started forward up the cement steps. Pushing open the old wooden doors to the disastrous hallways inside. Brown floors and walls filled with graffiti and cigarette butts, garbage and tracks. Shambles and pieces of every person to ever live or walk through the building remaining in some way. Perfume and cologne, suspended in the air, shoe prints and papers littering the ground.
"You must stay close now." She felt this hand tighten as she started for the dark stairs. Her tight leather skirt pulling downward slightly as he gripped it for balance and reassurance. Unable to see the stairs he was climbing as they continued up three floors before moving into the dimly lit hallway of four rooms. Her green eyes turning around to him and gently guiding him in front of her as she started towards the back second door. Blue eyes darting around, eating up the paint smears and missing sheetrock, so he would never get lost. So he could find her again in the dark. If. He had to make it up those stairs alone. "May I ask you a question?" She smiled sweetly at him as her door clicked unlocked and she pushed it open, holding it open a few seconds before watching him rush in and turn around to her. Uneasy blue eyes waiting, sure he was walking on ice. That any second this new home, new mother, new life would melt in to pieces too small to stand on and he would sink. With no one to grab him or hear him scream, he would drown.
"Yes." He spit his answer fast. This time it would be perfect. He would answer her right away, do what she asked right away. Never give her a reason to ever be mad at him, or leave him. If he were to blow his second chance? What then? but cold thin water.
"What is your name?" He watched her speak as she walked by him, into the small room. It was a rather rectangle room, small kitchen built along the back wall, bed to the right , and two doors to the left. His blue eyes watching her walk over and sit down on the side of her bed. Taking a small computer off the long thin dresser parallel and almost even height with it. Green eyes glancing at him lightly as he walked over, watching her type.
"Shouldn't you give me a name?" He frowned slightly, watching her stop. Green eyes looking up at him.
"I can offer you my bathroom." She smiled lightly, pointing towards one of the two doors. "However, I am programmed with the understanding that human children are given names at birth. You must have one already." She watched him study her, always. Watching everything about her, eating everything about her. The way she blinked, the creases of her mouth, the locks of her hair. He would never forget her. Must hurry and record everything he saw into his head. Better and stronger then anything he ever did when he was younger.
Because.
He forgot.
Now without her, he couldn't remember the sound of her voice, or the way she smelled. The way that she hummed. He hadn't remembered well enough, he had been too young and naive. This time had to be better, had to be more focused so that could never happen again. He was not so naive anymore.
"I do have a name." She blinked lightly as he finally responded. Blue eyes just studying her patient face from when she had spoken.
"May I ask what it is?" She smiled now, watching his face relax as she did it. Almost smiling himself, but she didn't notice that. Didn't notice the pained hungry way his eyes stared at her. Wishing he could hold her hand again, so he could feel her alive. So he could close his eyes and know she was still right there and couldn't sneak away. Couldn't be taken away without his consent.
"Yes." He answered her fast before doing a small blink at her real question. "Jim." He licked his lips, watching her smile, and he relaxed. She approved of that.
"Very nice. Do you want to use my bathroom? You look very brown." She frowned slightly at him, watching him glance down at his filthy self. Her skin and hair manufactured for dirt to roll off her. So she would always be fresh and clean, always painted with make up and beauty.
"Thank..." He mumbled lightly, turning around. Hesitating before starting towards the bathroom, letting the rest of his thank you slide. She wouldn't value it if he thanked her or not. She didn't understand that really. Not really.
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She smiled lightly, looking at her own reflection in the mirror. Smooth light skin always perfect, always mascara eyes with a small glimmering streak of sweet blue eye shadow. Lips always glossed, shined like the soft pink and skin glow of he face and cheeks. Her green eyes smiling brightly, looking down at the small wire running into her arm from the computer. Her head filing with knowledge, learning what she would need to know for a child. Facts and statistics, common phrases, special moments, emotions downloading into her. In a few moments she would be a mother.
He stood silent watching her bathtub fill with water. She must have been owned by a...this Martin must be a pimp, his head sighed hard. The building was drab, disgusting outside even, but the rooms. The rooms were nice, her room was nice. Obviously well provided for, well taken care of. Clear white bathroom with pink walls and soft yellow towels. So feminine. He smiled lightly, running his hand over one of the large puffy towels next to the tub silently filling with water. The clear level of liquid seeping up from where it was put into the bottom of the tub. Nothing like the old designs where water poured in from a pipe or slits attached to it.
She smiled, green eyes watching her wrist, waiting through the new sensations. The small tingly feeling: feelings of emotion, of immediate want to rush to the bathroom and comfort and protect. Small thin black lines appearing into the barcode printed on her wrist.
Marking her.
She could now be a mother, a nanny, an aunt, a babysitter. She knew all there was to know now. Soft blonde hair falling around her face as she looked up at the closed bathroom door. "He must be lonely all by himself." She whisphered lightly, standing up, but her new programming made her insides ache to be with her child. To concur any danger that may come near him, even if it was only his loneliness. "You are.." She trailed lightly, breathing her words in as she opened the bathroom door. Watching the blonde hair jump, ducking fast as it turned around. To avoid anything bad coming in to get him. Any blows, any bullets, any violence until he could take the upper hand. Hard blue eyes whirling around at her from inside the brown rags ready to fight before choking lightly. This was the first time. The first time he had seen her come through a door with the intent to come to him.
Her thin now loose red t-shirt and still tight black leather skirt falling to her knees in front of him in one quick motion. After swinging the strong door in and rushing the small one foot between them, crouching in front of him, grabbing his shoulders.
It was as if she had owned him forever. Not as a possession, but now, as a son. Her every waking moment would now be filled with the consent consideration of his needs and need for her. Her want and love for him, as if he had come from her body. In a matter of seconds, in a matter of 800.1 MB G. She had offered her body to sleepless nights and endless questions. Constant worrying and planning, continual arguments and laughter that she would share with him as programmed. As her electronic heart told her to do, as the chips in her brain told her to do. "You." She smiled sweetly at him, watching his darting blue eyes fly over her hands, and the way she grabbed him. Moving around her the room alarmed before back to her unsure of what was going on. Why all of a sudden there was some type of connection.
"I am Jim." He spoke his name again. Maybe she had forgotten who he was.
She smiled brightly at him, a true smile now. "I know your name silly." She watched him do a small blink at the quick phrase of real emotion, almost a giggle. She had a sense of humor now, and she found his error sweetly funny.
He smiled lightly, lop sided. Her thin hands squeezing him gently to her cooed words. "Jim please let me ask you what did your real mother call you?" She frowned slightly, it hurt now to think she wasn't his real mother. His eyes frowned slightly, pained with the differences this new same face gave him.
There was a small pause, blue eyes thinking hard to answer her. "...By my name." He shook his head no slightly, unsure what she meant.
"I would like to give you a nick name. I want to call you babe." She smiled sweetly at him, watching him continue to look at her from where he stood.
Thin figure of dirt and abandonment. Next to the side of her tub.
"Sweetie." He smiled lightly, that was what she meant. His nick name of affection. "Sometimes she called me sweetie...but when she was made she called me James." He did a small frown, but she only continue to smile at him. Genuinely happy to be in the same room with him, to be able to touch him and run her hands into his filthy hair.
"Then I will call you both." She smiled warmly, watching him slowly grin back at her. Watching her pull her hand back from where she had run it up the side of his face. Her thin palm smearing dirt and dried sweat lightly with it. Before pulling it back as his clumped hair refused to let her fingers in any deeper then half way. "Your so dirty babe." She frowned concerned at him suddenly, watching him smile harder. She called him babe. She was worried. She was there in front of him. Small men slowly climbing from the side of his mouth, tugging his smile down saddened as he inhaled. "I know babe, I know." She smiled warmly at him, watching his face just look down, his eyes unable to hide the salt water sparkle that was filling them. Her sweet voice cooing at him lightly as she gently slide her fingers into the creases of the brown almost burlap fabric he wore. Finding the loop holes and the stitching and gently taking it apart. Watching him sniffle in front of her, but move his arms when she needed him too. Running the brown up in front of his eyes and over his head. Her green eyes gapping, but whispering to herself to hide her expression. Staring at the small beating chest in front of her. Grooved slightly by the ribs that couldn't hide under the thin pale skin. Smaller stomach dipping into the light body so far, searching for food inside, because none came from anywhere else.
"Mm." Her eyes flicked up at his face as he took a step back to a small whine. Light bony arms running over his stomach. Hugging himself to hide the mess that obviously upset her. Because she wasn't moving. Because she was only staring. Because she gasped first, and now was thinking fast of the best food to give him, and what he could possibly need. Nutrition files opening and accessing in her head as she blinked lightly watching him retaliate into himself, wishing hard she would stop looking at him.
Blue eyes glancing up as they hid under the blonde filth as she suddenly seemed to ignore the painful way his hipbones protruded from his body. The way you could practically see his joints connecting under his skin before the strong lines and groves of his ribs. Thin red fingered nails gently slipping into the burlap brown that was his shorts. Watching him step forward lightly as she pulled them down and towards the heap of his shirt and rags as he moved out of them. Her green eyes scolding herself lightly as she took a moment to study the small waste of surprisingly clean boxers. However faded, and warn and in desperate want of replacing they were. Now so thin they were practically see threw, they were clean, and there. "I will wash this if you want." She smiled at the blue eyes looking away from her, light head turned to the side. Thin pale chest jumping lightly to the warm loving sensation that was her hand gently falling onto his shoulder and running up the side of his neck. Her thin fingers gently rubbing his skin with affection to the small "Hmm babe?" She whisphered to him waiting through the silence. "You worry what you look like to me." She stated her opinion as a fact, and it was. Every book and media file ever created and now combined on child psychology told her that was why he tried to hide his body with his arms. Why he wouldn't look at her, or himself. "But I love you just the same. My babe, you are mine." She smiled warmly at him watching him trip forward as she guided his shoulder towards herself. Pulling his body into hers and squeezing it hard, feeling him cling to her. Thin skin and tattered cotton of grained dirt and dried sweat and wire oil rubbing into her. Nuzzling into her warmth and her arms with his head and chest. Using his legs to press himself forward as she hugged him. Green eyes closing to the muffled "AHHaaaa" that was his sob from inside her shirt.
That was his pain and relief all in one.
More pain by relief.
Pain from the worry it was a lie, relief from the reality it may be true.
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She giggled lightly, watching the blue eyes fallow her fingers as she pulled his bangs outward in front of his face, laughing at him lightly. Watching him smile at her from behind the small snipping sound the scissors she held made. "Good?" She giggled watching thin wet blonde strands drop to the floor around the small stool he sat on. Landing gently on the towel around his waist and legs, while others clung to his moist shoulders and neck. Trying to last as long as possible. Blue eyes watching his reflection in the slightly foggy bathroom mirror as she worked cutting his hair around him. "What is it you like to do Jim?" She smiled lightly at him. "What is it that...are your hobbies?"
She watched him think lightly, her questions trying to learn more about him. "Computers. I like to build them. I use them." He grinned lightly as he felt her gently press against the back of his hair and tip his head forward so she could cut easier.
"Very smart." He grinned. "Do you play sports? Go to school?" She frowned slightly. He didn't really look like he did those things, but her brain told her that was what he should have been doing.
"I don't know how to play them, and I don't go.." He trailed lightly to the knock on her bedroom door. Her thin fingers stopping where she was going to cut new strains of his hair to look up. Dropping the blonde bangs back into his face, watching his eyes switch off her and towards the door as she shot a sweet, Come in! Green eyes watching the tall brown hair of the man walk in. His grinning eyes scanning her bedroom for her in loose brown Dockers and un-tucked dress shirt. Obviously tired, just getting out of work; still brief case in hand.
"I am in here Greg." She smiled sweetly at the brown eyes that looked towards the sound of her voice. Blue eyes taking the scissors she handed him as she held up her finger, telling him to wait a moment. Loose red shirt and leather skirt walking bare foot onto the soft crème rug of her purple bedroom of dark wood furniture to the tall male figure waiting for her. "Greg I-"
"-Diana." He grinned cutting her off as he ran a hand through his hair dropping his brief case a long side of himself. "You would not believe what just happened. This woman was brought in, hit by a truck or something, and her, I reattached her arm in the..." He trailed as she gently pressed her fingers to his lips.
Blue eyes watching her whisper sweetly to the rough but young face of the man. Brown eyes looking around the room after a few of her words. His hands activating. Grabbing the seat of the stool he was on and sliding off it fast as he watched her hand motion towards the bathroom with the brown eyes that looked towards the open door. Blue eyes watching them from the crack where the door met the hinges. His hands hanging onto the towel as he moved behind the stool, looking around for a weapon in case he needed one.
"Jim?" She smiled sweetly as she walked back into the bathroom, holding the strong hand of the man she was leading behind her. Green eyes smiling as she caught him behind the stool, frowning slightly, unsure of who the man was. "Jim this is Greg." She motioned towards the brown hair that stood along side of her, offering a small wave. "He is a customer of mine so I-"
"-I understand what that means." He cut her off fast, watching her do a quick blink before nodding slightly.
"Oh, ok...alright then." She looked back up at the brown hair frowning at the bony arms covering their stomach, glaring in defense. "Greg I don't have any money so..." she trailed as the loose dress shirt stepped forward, blonde hair backing up.
"He's yours?" The brown hair glanced back at her, watching her nod to a proud smile. "How? I just saw you last week?" He shot her a look, leaning closer to the light face that looked him head on. Blue eyes squinting lightly at him, warning him. "That's impossible Diana."
"It is possible." She smiled, shoving his shoulder to the side lightly as she gently grasped the light wrist. Watching the blonde hair move along side of her, gently hanging onto her loose shirt as it looked up at the man.
"Wa.." He blinked lightly, it was impossible. One week was not nine months. "Well geez he's a splitting image of you!" He chuckled, motioning at the blonde hair with a lop sided grin. "That's amazing, and...well how old is he now? How fast is he growing?" He frowned slightly watching her make a face.
"I didn't *make* him Greg." She gave him a small frown. Idiot. "I..."She trailed lightly, it wasn't that she bought him from Gene. That wasn't how it happened, that wasn't how it felt...how was that true? How did it happen?
"What makes it your business pal?" He frowned "What difference does it make at all." He shot the brown eyes a look watching them just casually look back at him.
"Well Dian..your mom wants me to...well I am an MD, graduated two years ago. Pediatrician." He shot a proud grin to the blonde hair, watching it back up as he crouched down. "Come here, tell me a little about your diet." He beckoned lightly, watching the blue eyes squint at him.
"Jim it's ok. He's a friend." Her soft hand silenced the brown hair, gently reaching for the light hand again and leading the small yellow towel and blonde hair over. "I want you to cooperate with Greg for me sweetie, I don't want you to get sick." She frowned concerned watching the reluctant blue eyes listen to her as she held the smaller hand. "Ok?" Blue color thinking lightly as she ran her hand up the side of the small face into the wet blonde hair, ruffling it lightly.
"I just need you to open your mouth for me." The strong male hands gently gripped around his mouth as he opened it for him. Brown eyes looking up slightly, moving his head to either side, looking into his mouth before running his stronger fingers onto the small neck and under the chin checking the smaller glands. "Your throat hurt?" he frowned slightly watching the blonde hair nod.
"Aw sweetie why didn't you say anything?" She frowned concerned watching the blue eyes look at her as the brown hair mumbled a, Will you grab my bag Diana?
"I don't know." He shrugged lightly, his head answering a, I didn't want to be a problem, silently.
"Well next time.." He watched her start out of the bathroom. Strong hands running into his hair, feeling his head gently. "I want you to definitely say something, clear?" He smiled lightly, nodding at her phrase. Green eyes frowning at him softly, dropping the doctor briefcase aside the crouching brown hair. Strong hands moving at it immediately pulling a stethoscope out, blue eyes watching all of this.. "Sweetie hunny I am gonna run and get you some clothes alright?" He glanced up at her, watching her offer him a smooth smile as she nodded, he shook his head no.
"Huh no way." He shook no harder, watching the brown eyes look up at him. "....Mom." He blinked lightly, it felt kinda weird calling her that. "Where are you getting them? Tell him to wait until.." He stopped talking as her thin hand guided his shoulder back the small step he had taken towards her.
"I am going right across the hall." She nodded softly at his light face giving an upset no in every possible way. Her green eyes thinking, before glancing at the brown hair. Greg...just a sec." She smiled, watching his blue eyes silently grin as she took his hand and started towards her bedroom door. Brown hair sighing as he slouched into the side of the tub. Friday night, he shows for fun and what does he get. More work...more kids....blast.
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"Don't be such a goof Jim." She smiled sweetly, ruffling the blonde hair moving behind her as she knocked on the door across from hers. "She's so nice, her son is about your age." He watched her do a small frown, she didn't really know how old he was. "How-"
"-Seven." She heard him answer her immediately. Light hands on either side of he skirt as he leaned into her from behind. Peering out along her hip as the door opened to a thin brunette in a spandex tank top and tight red pants.
"Joyce." Her green eyes smiled watching the familiar face smile at her. "I want you to meet someone." she glanced down, reaching behind her back to the small hands that were squeezing her hips to stay behind her.
"No way hunny I got tonight off why should..." The purple eyes stopped, looking at the small patch of blonde hair hanging onto the leather skirt as her girlfriend turned to the side to show her. "Aww well isn't he the cutest thing you've ever seen." She smiled sweetly, leaning her weight onto her knees as she bent over slightly. Becoming even height with the blue eyes peering out at her from underneath the blonde color and side of his arm. "Hello, my name is Joyce." She smiled watching the blue color blink lightly, looking up at the smiling blonde hair of his mother before back at her.
"Jim."
"Well Jim." She smiled watching the lighter skin of the female blonde pry the small yellow towel off herself as the blue eyes focused on her. Absorbing all the new characteristics of a new persona and potential friend. "It looks to me like-"
"-We need to borrow some clothes." The purple eyes looked up at the soft feminine face smiling at her. Gently shoving the blonde hair forward as she started into the small room which was the kitchen.
"Diana girl you borrowing temporarily..." The purple eyes trailed as the soft green eyes shook no. "You mean he's...yours?" She smiled, nodding. "Wowie girl, you go." The purple eyes giggled hard, pulling some clothes out of the laundry basket on the small kitchen table in the swamped room. "I got the night off so Steve took the boys out, thank goodness." She shot the smiling green eyes a thankful look. "I told my son Jordan." She spoke looking down at the blue eyes. "If I heard the sound of his voice again I was going to hang myself." She giggled lightly, watching the blue smile at her. "So you know." She sighed lightly, digging through he basket for a suitable shirt. "Steve took them out...guess I looked like I might...hang..."She pulled out a green shirt opening it up to look at it. "...myself...Here you go." she smiled turning around and handing the clothes to the yellow towel and light skin. Trying hard to not stare at how awfully thin he was. "Diana he got any underwear?" She raised her eyebrows lightly watching the green eyes nod, before glancing back down at the small rib cage and bony figure frowning as it shifted to lean back into the leather skirt. "Well ahh, what do you have at home to eat? You got some basics or.."
"Actually I don't really have..." She trailed lightly watching the spandex tank top pull her fridge open and lean in.
"You gotta go shopping with me this Saturday." A long orange fingernail pointed at her as the brown hair remained inside the fridge.
"Oh I know what I need to get only...I just." She trailed lightly, taking the small plastic container handed to her. "I don't have any of it yet." The purple eyes stood up shutting the fridge.
"Well then you got to learn to shop. Boys eat *a lot*." She flashed a smile at the blue eyes watching them. "Now why can't my boys be so well behaved?" She frowned slightly sinking her hands onto her hips. Worn out from a day of work and then house cleaning, dinner to be made, clothes to be washed, and three boys to referee. "Always yelling and fighting, it takes a toll." She sighed heavily looking at the warm green eyes watching her. "So you downloaded everything that..."
"I downloaded seven alternate files and five compressed." She smiled, proud.
"Wowie hunny." She looked down at the blue eyes. "Looks like your on your way to one prepared mommy huh? kido." She giggled watching the blonde hair nod.
"Joyce I..." The purple eyes glanced back up at her suddenly timid voice. "I didn't think I would have anyone staying with me and I have a, well I have an assignment to..."
"Never you mind darling. Never. You. Mind. Joyce can take one more boy for the night." The spandex tank top giggled at her, watching her relax. Thank goodness, her place was so much smaller. What would she have done with him?
"Thank you." She sighed relieved, glancing down at the blue eyes looking at her. "Is that alright with you Jim? Just for tonight. I need you to stay here, just for tonight." She watched him frown slightly. Stay here? It was different, this woman was loud. The place was bigger but smaller somehow. Cluttered with a family the room across the hall showed no sign of.
"Where will...well, where will you be?" He looked nervous, her green eyes offering him a soft smile as she watched him reach up to her skirt again before she felt the weight of his small hand and arm.
"I'll be right across the hall, if you need me for anything you can come and get me." She nodded warmly, watching the blonde hair nod yes. What other option was there?"
"Well!" They looked up at her tight red jeans and brown hair. "You won't be here till later anyway sweet thing. Your mom's got a entire...what.."
"Half hour."
"Half hour to waste." She shrugged watching the blue eyes strain out a small smile for her before fallowing the sweet blonde hair and green eyes to the door and back across the hall. Sighing heavily as he came in, listening to her shut and lock it.
Green eyes slumping into the closed door and looking at him, watching him glance down at the clothes he held. "Who's are these?" He frowned slightly.
"Jordan's I think. I told you she had a son about your age." She sighed, heading for the back wall kitchen
"Maybe older." She glanced back, smiling at his mumble as she watched him pull the shirt over his head. Blonde hair and blue eyes immerging from the top and looking down at himself. It was a little big.
"Doesn't matter hunny. We'll go shopping and you can get what you like." She smiled opening the container that had been given to her. "I am sorry I don't have any food for you." She frowned upset as she looked over to the blue eyes that started towards her immediately. Now loose green shirt and yellow towel. "I don't eat food like you do, so I only have...props?" She frowned slightly, wording it the best she could, but in all honesty all she had was strawberries in chocolate, whipped crème, Champaign, hunny, a liquor cake, beer and small after dinner mints. "I promise I'll buy some." She looked down, blonde hair hugging her around the waist. Hanging lightly on her, he didn't seem to mind she couldn't feed him. It wasn't like he did any better himself.
"It's ok." She frowned sad, touched at his small mumble. "I don't eat a lot either."
He green eyes closed, blinking back soft tears at the thin starving arms satisfied enough with being with her. Her thin pink lips mouthing a silent damnt before reaching down and running her hand into the soft blonde hair. "Don't worry about it." She sniffled lightly, watching him look up at her cracked tone. Blue eyes widening with concern immediately. Light hands faltering as she crouched down to him, all she wanted to do was offer him what he needed...but she couldn't even feed him.
"What's wrong?" She watched him frown upset. "Mom? What? What's wrong tell me." She felt him grab at her shirt as she didn't answer his questions. Blue eyes darting back and forth in her eyes, trying to figure out what was wrong. What had he done wrong?
"Nothing." She whisphered lightly at him, watching him do a fast blink. Nothing? "I am just upset I didn't, that I don't have, well I don't have what you need and I...well I want to give it to you, but I am sorry I didn't plan this out you know?" She sniffled lightly, looking down at the small Tupperware she held. Her red nails gently flicking the thin corner that stuck out so you could peel it off. Green eyes looking up as he just shook his head no, climbing into her lap from where she sat. Nuzzling into her as he moved forward, feeling her pull before he rested on her, feeling her cry softly as she hugged him. Her babe. "Mine. My Jim." He closed his eyes at her small whisper. "I don't want to loose you." He tensed, images of what happened before running over him. It was him who lost her. "Never ever babe." she cooed lightly, reassuring herself as she thought out loud, his thin hands only hanging onto her tighter as she spoke. Her curved form holding him lightly as she rocked gently. Loving him, loving him there, being with him.
"Diana?" She stopped moving, feeling the blonde hair pull off her shoulder to look up with her. Green and blue eyes turning to look at the brown hair now leaning against the bathroom doorway from where they had left him waiting.
"Sorry Greg I..." She trailed lightly, looking at the blue eyes on her lap, still watching the brown hair. Turning to look at her as she ran her hand into the soft blonde strands of his hair. "Sweetie go back over there with him and I'll heat up this..." She trailed pulling the small container over and flipping the top off. Watching his face physically choke at the sight of the macaroni and cheese complete with small pieces of hot dog. ".this...macaroni and-"
"-Can I have it?" She stopped as he interrupted her, reaching for the small container. "Cold? Can I have it now? I don't care please." She watched him look at her fast, begging her for the food. He couldn't wait. Couldn't wait three minutes for her to put it in a dish and heat it up. He was starving, his stomach burning for food. Wide adrenaline rushed eyes watching her slowly nod.
"A...well...yes." She nodded unsteadily, watching him inhale to her answer, yanking the small container over and digging macaroni out with his fingers. Cold salty cheese running around in his mouth with the noodles as he crammed it in fast. Trying hard to fit as much in as he could. Oblivious to her thin arms moving slightly as she shifted his weight. Sitting his back against her chest as he ate, thin feminine arm running over his chest and hugging him backwards. Green eyes watching him eat with a strong sense of guilt and sorrow. She should have fed him right away, even if all she could offer was mints and strawberries. Her green eyes closing as she rested her chin on top of his head, feeling him chew. His body moving slightly as he swallowed, forcing more then his throat preferred down at a time. Thin nervous hands coated with macaroni and cheese.
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"Here you can take it." She looked down at the bottle and tube the brown hair gave her.
"What for?" She frowned confused still.
"His infection." He sighed, stating his answer casually. Before straightening his tone as he watched her do a fast horrified gasp. "Well, Diana I mean it's nothing really big. He has a few of them."
"He does?" He watched her step forward fast, pulling the small items to her chest alarmed as she shot her question. His brown eyes frowning at her slightly, as he leaned into the bathroom sink. This kid was annoying, and it was crazy how attached to him she was suddenly.
"Nothing serious. There is no need to worry, have him take that and it will all get better. He knew he had them." He shrugged lightly watching her look down at he bottle of dark red liquid and small tube of crème. "One from being dehydrated to often, one from being too dirty and one from breathing that filth in." He frowned, disgusting. "Honestly I am surprised he was as well off as he was for-" He stopped as she shot him a hard look. "Well I mean, in the condition he was, living under, it would be understandable that he might have...more."
"He drinks this?" He nodded as she showed him the bottle. "And this?" She frowned confused as she showed him the small white tub.
"He needs to put it on his skin alright?" He nodded at her, speaking slower. Why was it she was having so much trouble getting this straight? "He's not so stupid Diana he knows what to do with it I explained it."
"Ok." She whisphered lightly, doing a small nod. "It just feels like, well he's growing up so fast." He frowned. Just what files did she download for crying out loud? A little more of this and she wasn't going to be in the mood at all.
"He'll be fine. Jacks a smart kid." He shrugged a grin.
"Jim." She corrected with a small whisper. Looking down at the bottle, reading directions. "Two spoonfuls after meals...I need to go to the market." She frowned slightly, thinking out loud, his face falling to a irritated, sarcastic How wonderful slump.
"Diana didn't you say he was going to...you know." He made a baffled face as he looked up. "Move him somewhere or something? I mean I don't have all night."
"Oh!" She squeaked lightly, remembering why he was there. "I am sorry I-"
"You forgot, I can see that. Just get rid of him ok?" He shot her a tired look, watching her nod as she opened the bathroom door. Walking back into the bedroom and blonde hair falling asleep on her bed. Cleaner light skin, green shirt and loose blue plaid cotton pants pulled down slightly to let more air get to his infection. Her green eyes smiled as she walked over, watching the slits of blue look at her from where he was trying hard to stay awake. So he could see her again.
"Sweetheart?" She smiled softly, sinking into the side of the bed. Watching his mouth close slowly before the small pink of his tongue appeared licking his lips. "I need you to go across the hall now alright?" She watched him nod slightly to her whispers, sitting up half asleep and sliding off the bed. Moving lightly as she pulled his pants back up, the loose rim slipping to the ground from where it was on his mid thighs. "Come on." She smiled sweetly at his closed blue eyes, taking his hand as she started for the door. Leading him across the hall before knocking, his light weight sinking into her side as he started drifting back to sleep.
The pulled up brown hair answered the door "Well that took longer then expected." she smiled.
"Sorry we're late." She whisphered lightly, noticing the lights out in the kitchen. Brown hair nodding in understanding.
"You'll get that a lot now hunny." She sighed taking the light hand and gently leading the blonde hair inside.
"Here he needs this." her purple eyes looked up at the medication being offered to her.
"What is he sick?" She scrunched her nose baffled.
"His lung, throat and" She scrunched her nose lightly. "Are infected." She watched the purple color raise their eyebrows to a long
"Ooohh I see." she looked down at the practically asleep blonde hair. "Can my boys catch that?" She frowned slightly, this was definitely not happening if that was the case.
"No." She shook her had no to a small frown. "No it's not contagious, he developed them over time." She nodded lightly, speaking that last sentence as a reassurance before frowning. That wasn't reassuring at all, that was horrible.
"Well as long as it's not contagious." She smiled, green eyes nodding lightly, tipping the light face up as she pulled at the smaller chin.
"Now Jim behave yourself and listen to Mrs. Jackson." She nodded, speaking firmer as the sleeping face nodded slowly. "Do what she says and eat all your food alright?" She frowned slightly...wait...he wasn't disobedient and definitely didn't have any problem eating. She let go of the smaller chin as it mumbled a small sleepy I will. Her green eyes frowning as she stood up, confused. Where had all that direction suddenly come from?
"You unpacking files up there?" The purple eyes giggled lightly, pointing at her forehead. Green eyes smiling immediately, she hadn't really had time to unzip everything she had crammed in. So she was currently unzipping so slow she hardly knew.
"I guess I opened something about sleepovers." She gave a small shrug, watching the purple eyes just shake their head amused. Smiling at the giggling green before offering a small wave and shutting the door. Leading the blonde hair through the kitchen and to the small connecting room to the right.
"Lovie your going to sleep with my son alright?" She muttered lightly leading the small figure into the tight crammed dark room of beds and boxes and necessities. "Not that I don't want to pamper you until my hands are bleeding but I don't have enough beds." She smiled lightly, as she spoke her joking sarcasm, opening up her sons twin bed. Short brown hair dead sleep in a loose t-shirt and boxers. "Don't worry about a thing he sleeps like a rock." She gently shoved the brown hair over. Watching the newly delivered blonde just lean against the small over packed dresser, still half asleep. "Jordan?" She frowned slightly, whispering at the light face, watching as no response came. "Alright then." She sight heavily turning towards the yellow hair that was easy to see in the dim room. Gently grasping the thin arm and pulling it over. Shooing it gently into the bed and pulling the sheets around it. Watching the blue eyes fall dead asleep immediately, living it up with a stomach of macaroni and cheese and a bed to sleep in.
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He frowned, opening his eyes fast as he felt the sudden movement. His hand running over his hip and into his pants lightly, looking for his gun. "Get out!"
He felt the cold slide around him as the shove came with the yell. Warm soft sheets and comforter sliding off him before the hard wood of the floor hit him. Blue eyes frowning up at the ceiling from where he had just been shoved out of the bed. A frowning pair of brown eyes leaning over the side of the bed above him, looking down.
"Why does mom always let losers sleep in my bed." The slightly freckled face frowned at him, watching him grit his teeth.
"AH!" He yelled, scrambling to his feet fast and pouncing back onto the bed.
"Hey get off I said! This is mine! I said you can't-" The kid choked lightly as he threw his first punch. His fist ramming directly into the talking face that was mean to him. "MOM! DAD!" The closed brown eyes cried out, trying to block the strong impacts the wild kid that was suddenly in his bed when he woke up was throwing.
"That's enough son!" He felt someone touching him, dragging him off the bed. Growling at him as he started kicking the boy, *he* was the loser. Wasn't even a good fighter. "Son!" The strong arms shook him, dragging him towards the floor and yanking the top of his arm along with them. Dragging him from the room. "God damnt Joyce. I trying to get some God Damn Sleep around here." He was shoved forward. The cluttered kitchen coming back into view, along with the pulled up brown hair in a thin black silk rob, talking red robe behind him.
"Don't' give me that." She frowned, ignoring the blonde hair looking up at her, bleeding slightly from his nose, the only place the kid had *accident* hit him. "You think I don't have to work Steven! All you think about is yourself! I have to take care of the house the kids and look good at the same time!" She frowned, yelling at the red cotton trudging back out of the room to a...
"Every god damn mourning!" Yelled back at her. Her purple eyes scrunching up upset before looking down at him. Blue eyes silently watching this, squeezing his nose with his fingers.
"Sit down!" She yelled at him, ignoring his jump and over anxious movement to get into a kitchen chair. "Now eat and be quiet!" She frowned still, slamming a plate of eggs onto the table in front of him. "I have so much on my mind right now Kid I am ready to explode." He glanced at her lightly, watching her slam the frying pan she was cooking with onto the stove. His hand grabbing the fork to his right and stabbing eggs fast. Before she could change her mind. "Jordan! Get out of bed right now!" She frowned, looking up slightly as she yelled, slamming the frying pan again and adding salt. "Steven! Will you tell you *son* to listen to his mother!" She frowned yelling towards the left, the room her husband had exited towards. Her purple eyes snapping at the brown hair trudging into the room and pulling out a kitchen chair. Her feminine hands sliding scrambled eggs onto another plate and stomping the two feet to the kitchen table. Grabbing a small hunk of brown hair as she slammed the plate down. "Next time answer me." She frowned annoyed, letting go of the hair as the brown eyes gave her an annoyed Mom! before leaning closer to the plate to eat as she started back towards the stove.
Blue eyes watching this. Damn, these people are crazy, his head frowned. What a mess he was in. He looked back down at his plate, empty, but it tasted so good. The warm runny yoke and soft white of his eggs still fresh in his stomach. "Ah." He looked up, scrunching his face to the runny sticky sensation that almost impacted with his eye. Brown eyes across the table chuckling at him from where they held a small spoon back slightly. Flinging eggs at him. "HEY!" He yelled, slamming the table as she stood up, watching the brown eyes just put the spoon down to an innocent what? Why are you yelling at me? expression. His hand smearing the egg off his face, glaring at the brown eyes before jumping slightly to the sound of the frying pan slamming back onto the stove.
Her purple eyes frowning at them as they looked up at her. Her glare watching the blonde hair quickly sit down and be quiet. "Are you throwing food at him?" She frowned mad, pointing at the brown hair.
"Mom why would.."
"You better not be Jordan! Now Diana just needs him to stay here for..."
"MOM! Why would I throw food at him!" He cut her off, watching her frown at him as he yelled.
"Just don't." She frowned, looking back down at the frying pan and adding more salt. Purple eyes snapping up at the familiar ah! of her son. Watching the brown hair stand up, whipping egg off his face to a Ahh it's in my eye! Blue eyes staring wide eyed as he did this. Perfectly still, that kid had done that to himself.
"You!" the brown hair pointed at him. "Mom he threw egg right at my eye!"
"I did not!" He frowned standing up fast, watching the brown hair grin at him, as the purple hair stomped over, grabbing his arm.
"I have had enough. Enough is ENOUGH!" She growled slightly, yelling at them as she yanked on the thin arm. Dragging him into her bedroom, ignoring her husbands gripping as she opened the bathroom door.
"Please I didn't throw anything at him." He frowned concerned, shaking his head no at her.
"Wash your face." She frowned as she dropped his arm, watching him start for the sink immediately. "I have had it up to here at it's only nine o' clock. I am gonna go call your mother alright?" She watched him nod as he turned on the faucet. "Take this."
He glanced up lightly, taking the medicine she extended towards him. Blue eyes watching her sigh hard as she started back out of the crammed bedroom of some stacked boxes. An over stuffed dresser, a bed that would have had to have been assembled in the room because it never would have fit and narrow pipe running along the wall used as a closet to hang things up on. Her irritated voice starting up again as she reached the kitchen, talking to the brown hair.
Concerned and confused blue eyes looking back at him as he looked into the mirror, running his hands into the sink as he leaned towards it. His eyes closing as he rubbed at the runny egg yoke. "Mourning." He jumped lightly, squinting threw one dry eye the water threatened to run into as he looked up at the red robe trudging in. "May I ask who the hell you are and why your in my bathroom?" The dull middle aged face in need of a shave slurred it's words at him exhausted. Watching the small thin boy just stumbled away from him slightly as it leaned over the sink, before mumbling.
"I am staying here cause, for the mourning because my mom..."
"Oh that's right." The dull eyes closed slightly, nodding. "Your Diana's kid." He nodded immediately, taking the small towel the red robe extended towards him. "Good. Nice to meet you. Sorry I look like hell." The man grumbled lightly as it opened a small cluttered cabinet. The soft towel running over his face as he dried it, keeping a steady eye on the guy that shut the open door in order to reach the cluttered shelf behind it. "You showering?" The dull eyes glanced at him as he didn't answer, watching the blonde hair shake no. "Good. I am then."
He watched the guy for a moment, thin balding hair preoccupied with some bottle he was messing with on the shelf. His own thin fingers grabbing the medicine he was supposed to drink and popping out the small spoon on the side of it. Slowly twisting off the cap as he glanced back at the guy, but it seemed as though he could care less he was there. Blue eyes running back down to the red medicine he slowly poured into the spoon. If this stuff worked it would be...so great. He smiled lightly, his chest hurt when he breathed, and so did his throat. The air always seemed dramatically cold, running in through his nose and mouth and cutting at the back of his dry throat before sliding down into his lungs. As though it rode in on shards of ice, stabbing into his throat as it arrived before slicing downward. Running down into his lung before plunging into the bottom. The cool spoon ran into his mouth. "Ahe!" He choked, dull eyes turning around to him, cocking an eyebrow.
"You alright sport?" the dull eyes grinned, watching the closed grimacing blue eyes nod as they swallowed. Gagging lightly as the small mouth opened, that tasted *so* disgusting. "Haha" The blue eyes looked up at him as he laughed, still clinging to the disgusted expression of the taste as it watched the balding head chuckle at him. Reaching for the bottle he held. "What is this stuff? Vitamins?" The dull eyes took it as he handed it to him. What else could he do? The guy reached for it, it was in his house, his bathroom. Dull eyes running over the label before removing the spoon again and pouring another one. "Infected with what?" His dull eyes frowned slightly, moving the red filled spoon towards the cautious mouth watching him. Blue eyes looking at it instead of opening its mouth.
"My lungs are." He spoke matter o' factly slowly taking the spoon from the older hand. To the mumbled sucks. He nodded leveling the spoon before running it into his mouth and swallowing fast. Coughing silently so he wouldn't spit it out before gagging as he swallowed. His light skin jumping as the stronger hand ran onto his stomach. Frowning slightly before lifting up his shirt.
"My god. What the hell has Diana been feeding you?" The dull eyes flicked up as he pulled back throwing the thin spoon at the red cotton of the robe and backing up. Blue eyes glaring hard, but the sight of his ribs and pulled in stomach were still caught in the frowning eyes. "That's unnatural, did Joyce see that?" He swallowed hard, dull eyes continuing to look at him as he didn't answer. "Hey Joyce!?" The red cotton stood up, opening the door slightly as he held a hand out to him, telling him to stay put.
"I have to go home!" He frowned, taking a step forward, watching the strong hand just pat the air lightly. Shhhing him.
"Joyce!" The dull eyes looked back at him as he called again. Diana was gonna kill the kid if she kept up like she did. No offense, the girl had a nice ass, and was sweet but obviously didn't know jack about kids. "Joyce! Damnt." He frowned, yelling again to the annoyed What!? from the kitchen. Blonde hair backing into the wall as he crouched down, studying him. The kid didn't look so thin before because of the way the clothes hid it. Loose t-shirt and cotton pj pants. But now that he looked, the face was so thin, the arms coming out of the shirt, bony and skeleton like, almost a lining the structured configuration underneath.
"Ahha..aa!" The light face turned to the side as he shuffled forward, gripping the small wrists and turning them in his hands to look at the arms. His sons sure didn't look like this. Jordan was already firm from the football and skateboarding, and Joey and Matt sure weren't this thin. His dull eyes ignoring the fast movements as the light arms yanked to get out of his grasp, blue eyes still looking to the side to get away from him. "Get away from me." The smaller voice growled lightly, straining out his words. "Get away." Dull concerned eyes squeezing the top of the small arm, he could overlap his fingers damnt.
"Kid doesn't it hurt your body or something to be this thin?" He made a face pressing the small stomach again. "God damn there's nothing to you." He frowned, gripping the small knee hidden in the loose blue plaid pants. Running his hand up to the smaller thigh, he could almost feel the bones, there was some meat though.
His dull eye snapped up at the fast movement, small gun barrel suddenly staring at him from in front of the wide scared blue eyes. "Back up. Get off." The light face breathed directions at him, pressed back into the wall hard, afraid of the tall strength. The hand that kept squeezing parts of his body. "Get away from me! I'll shot you!" He frowned, yelling at the dull face raising it's eyebrows at him as it slowly let go of his thin thigh.
"It better be important Steven!" His gun snapped at the opening door, watching the frowning purple eyes come in before stopping at the gun barrel. Strong hands suddenly snapping at him. Shoving the gun to the right and whirling the thin figure around.
"LET ME GO!" The blonde hair screamed immediately, refusing to let go of the gun as the strong hands pulled his arms behind his back, pressing him into the cold tiles.
"What the hell is going on in here!" She squeaked her scream. Wide purple eyes watching this. "Where the hell did that kid hide that gun!?" And he was in bed with her son! It could have just gone off and killed them! "Steven what the hell is going..."
"I Heard you the *first* time Joyce Damnt!" He frowned, snapping a hard look at the pulled up brown hair. "Have you seen how thin this kid is!" He growled his concern, that god damn kid pulled a gun on him. Could have shot him in the face! "I ask him a question he pulls out a gun!"
"What!?" She screamed baffled, staring at the small gun in the light hand. Blonde hair breathing hard from where it was shoved into the wall. They could kill him. They could beat him. They could take his weapon, let him go. ......Mom?......his head whisphered lightly. "Well don't shove him so hard your hurting him!" She frowned upset, running her hands onto her husbands stronger ones pressing the small boned figure into the wall.
"Hurting him! He almost *Killed* me! and your worried I am hurting him!?"
"Stop it Steve!" She frowned, watching him pull the blonde hair back from the wall, to her alarmed gasp and small trip back wards.
"Drop the gun!" He shook the thin figure, watching it shake it's head no. "DROP IT! NOW!" Blonde hair muttering no through the hard shaking, blue eyes jammed closed. "Fill the sink with water." She frowned slightly as her husbands small eyes looked up at her, nodding towards the sink. Her thin orange finger nails plugging the sink and turning on the water. "Kid I am going to drown you if you don't let it go." He frowned to his wife's WHAT!? from behind him. "Damnt Joyce! He'll loose consciousness before he dies damnt, I just want the gun!" He frowned at her, feeling her tug gently on his shoulder. "Drop it kid, I'll dunk you I swear it." He cold feel the light body trembling in his grasp.
Drowning. He could have been shot. Out of all the times he could have killed himself, set the place on fire, just put a little poison in his food. All the ways he could have done it. Have that wacko shoot him, he wasted it, and now he would drown. He frowned, feeling the guy shake him. His heart slamming. Drowning was supposed to be a good way to go though, it was supposed to be a little like sleep. Right before you die. You sleep.
"AHH!" he screamed at the sudden jerk that yanked his arms upwards. Twisting them in an off direction as he was hulled upwards towards the sink. The cold rim pressing against his chest, wide blue eyes blinking down at the clear water underneath him. Watching his mirrored self appear back just as scared, but calmer somehow. Maybe part of it was sleeping...already under the water.
"Damnt Steve not so much!" He felt the cold fingers of a woman touch him lightly as she yanked at her husbands strong arm. Before squeaking lightly as he shoved her off, her thin form rushing out of the bedroom.
"Just drop the gun alright?" The strong voice growled lightly from over his ear. Baffled small eyes watching the back of the blonde hair. He honestly thought the kid would have dropped the gun. He would have dropped it. "You want to die kid?" He mumbled lightly, he wasn't threatening he was seriously asking. Why else would someone sit three inches in front of a sink of water and not open their hand and let a gun slip out. The thin chest breathing in hard gasps, already tasting the water in the small bits of moisture that was above the sinks surface. The wet air running into his throat and stabbing his infection before sinking into his lungs and gently plastering the sides with the soft clear drops of residue. Tiny painters painting water, preparing for the big inhale he would eventually make under the water that would end it all. After he had held his breath as long as he could. After he had surrendered his eyes and opened them underneath the glassy surface. To look around at submerged serene tones of blue and sweet humming song the water made that was the sleep of death. So he could remember what it looked like, and marvel at the calm beautiful colors as his eyes started to blink over with flashes of light, and his head started to swirl as the cells started to die. So he could see the marvelous path that was sleeping, completely silent and still. Killing him without strength or power. Letting him do all the work himself, struggling against himself until his mouth would open as wide as he could. As his brain screamed at him not to. He would inhale, suck in the calm sleep that was around him and flood his lungs with it. Flood his mind with it, and let himself leak away.
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"What?" She frowned slightly, watching the purple eyes jibber something to her as they drug her into the cluttered kitchen of burning eggs and small table that was all too big for the room. Providing just a foot and a half with all the chairs pushed in to squeeze around it to either the left or right doorway. The pulled up brown hair yanking her arm to the right, towards her bedroom and the bathroom.
"He's gone off the deep end! I don't know what he's.. STEVE!" She screamed as she stomped into the bedroom dragging the soft blonde with her. Hearing the sweet green eyes gasp immediately, stopping dead with her wide eyed to the strong red cotton robe holding the thin kicking form into the sink. Loose green t-shirt and plaid pants struggling in the light thrashing that came from under the water, splashing droplets onto the mirror and red cotton.
"LET HIM GO!" She screamed, blonde hair bouncing around her thin shoulders and white stretch tank top as she shot at the cotton rob, at her child. Grabbing his arm to her hysterical scream, watching the dull face pull the light skin from the sink.
Water pouring from the blonde hair into the green shirt and red of the robe, over her thin arms as the blonde tilted his head back. Sucking in air to a loud "Huuuhhhhh" before gagging on the water running over his face from his hair.
"TELL HIM TO LET GO OF THE GUN!" The small eyes frowned at her, holding the thin motionless form against him. Small arms still twisted behind the smaller back, thin fingers attached to the gun.
"WHAT!?" He wide green eyes squeaked baffled, trying to worm her hands into where he was holding the blonde hair some three feet above the floor.
"TELL HIM TO LET THE..."
"BABE GIVE ME THE GUN!" She cried hysterical, feeling his body heat as she wormed her hand over his thin twisted arms to his hands. Blue eyes straining to open at the sound of her voice. His thin mouth hanging open, sucking in air. "BABE GIVE MOMMY THE.." She stopped, her thin red finger nailed hand pulling back fast, showing the small eyes the gun. "Ah!" She squeaked as he let go, strong arms letting the air deprived blonde drop to the ground at his feet as she sunk down with him.
"Next time he comes." He inhaled heavily, satisfied. "Tell him to leave it home." He grunted lightly, watching her thin arms encircle the wet coughing boy on the floor. Grabbing his face on either side as he coughed, watching him breath, wincing lightly at the pain it caused. The raspy in and out sound of his chest working running against her ear as she pressed it into him. Listening to him breath, to the slamming of his heart as she found his hands. Pulling him to his feet with her.
"Diana I am so sorry. I am SO SO sorry! I don't know what came over him!" The purple eyes sniffled lightly, crying to the thin child she was sympathetic towards. He resembled her son in her heart because he was the same age and same gender. Sweet green eyes frowning as she stood up pulling him to his feet with her before starting past her. "I am sorry Diana!" The purple eyes started fallowing her.
"I know you are." She muttered under her breath. What should she do? Would they really have drowned him? She wasn't sure. Joyce was her best friend, she couldn't yell back. That felt wrong, she would need her help again too. "Joyce I.."
"Diana just take him home now. Martin's coming my way, I have to give him a percentage from my week! Just get him out of here!" The purple eyes shoved them, watching the sweet green eyes blink fast.
That's right. Martin.
Her thin face whirled around yanking the thin hand clinging to her along as she rushed out the narrow run down doorway and across the hall.
"Ahha!" The blonde hair screamed as she shoved his hand off. His closed blue eyes still breathing hard. Groping around in the dark that was his eyelids as she suddenly disappeared. The sound of the door lock clicking before her thin hands and blurred image were back in front of him. "Ahh why did you leeeave me with those weeeeird peeooople!?" He let out a hysterical sob.
Her thin hands running onto either side of his face and up into his hair to her soft Shhhh she hummed at him. Watching him hiccup lightly, before coughing hard. His thin shaking form falling into her as she pulled him forward. Guiding his wet cold face and hair onto her shoulder as she stood up. "I am so sorry hunny. I am so sorry Jim." She frowned upset, grabbing the towel he was wearing earlier and pulling it up to his hair before moving to her bed. His small face buried into her shoulder as he clung to her. Squeezing her arms as she held him quickly lying down on her back. His thin weight suddenly on top of her. His hands sliding himself off to the side immediately, curling up as she moved. Sitting up over him, gently guiding the soft yellow towel into his blonde strains soaking out the water. Studying the intense way he was breathing, pulling his arms in close to his chest, his legs in closer to his body. Looking down into the sheets with nothing more then the raspy in and out sound. "I am so sorry Jim I.." she trailed lightly, watching him quickly roll over to face where she sat. Running his hands around her leg and squeezing it. Hanging on. "I'll stay with you from now on." She shook her head lightly, wondering if she was lying or not. She was a love issue. That was what she did. She couldn't just have him stay in the room while she worked. That was terrible. Out of the question.
Her sweet green eyes felt him move slightly as she looped her fingers into the bottom of his small shirt and pulled it up over his head. Watching his arms leg go of her leg as she did it. Her curved form wiggling down into the sheets as she pushed his wet shirt up onto a pillow, spreading the towel over a small one next to her. "Come here." She whisphered lightly, reaching with her hands as she pulled on him. His bony malnutritioned figure crawling at her immediately. Snuggling into her side as he lay on the soft towel drying his hair. His arms still pulled into his chest as he lay on his side, she on hers. His legs running up over hers as she pulled him in close. Hugging him as he lay on her one arm, closed blue eyes breathing hard. "Go to sleep now." She smiled lightly, gently pressing her wrist. Feeling more files open up inside her head, she would let him sleep while she learned. His thin hands clinging to the sheets laying over her, to the fabric of her tank top.
-Slam- She jumped, gasping lightly, feeling him jolt with her and in response to her reaction. Her soft blonde hair falling into her face in soft curls and locks as she sat up fast. Blinking hard to the strong, gangly thin bald figure standing mad in tight leather pants and loose white wife beater. Hand still on the door he had kicked in fast.
"Martin." She spit his name fast, a twinge of fear in her tone. Because that was what he was, that was who owned her. He was Martin.
"Just what the hell do you think this is." He growled, his slit yellow eyes growling at her, pocket full of money from next door. Collecting from his girls, but her pay was due tomorrow. "A God Damn HOTEL!" He growled stomping in, watching her sit up more, small thin figure with her scrambling behind her to her guidance. Her body blocking the small boy with blonde hair. "WHO the HELL SAID you could have A KID!?" He growled making an exaggerated hand motion, as if it were preposterous. "WHO!?" He watched her mouth gap lightly, her eyes darting to the side.
"But Martin I just thought..."
"NO!" He cut her off with his scream. "You don't think Diana! YOU DON'T THINK! You do! You do for money! You understand that!?" He frowned, spitting the facts as he stomped over. Ignoring her small squeak as he grabbed her wrist and squeezed. Bright green eyes full of fear as he looked down at her barcode. "No.. No." He shook his head at her. "You download this? I don't think so." He shook his head no, glaring at the small pair of blue eyes peering at him from behind her. "Get rid of him. Get rid of him." He stated the decision firm but calm.
"Oh NO! MARTIN! I love him!"
She watched him grit his teeth, snarling with irritated frustration to her cry. "AHh Damnt Diana! YOU DON'T LOVE! No loving! No kids! Get rid of him or I'll kill him myself."
"Ahh NO!" She screamed as he pulled out his bright hunting knife. Her thin arms clinging her body to the thin blonde hair that watched the knife without fear. And to think here he could have drowned. That would at least have been better then bleeding to death, of course letting that guy shoot him would have been better. And poisoning himself was the best over all of it. "Get him the hell out of my sight." The thin yellow eyes glared their words into her "I'll slit his throat like you slit a deer. So fuck him, or get him out!" He growled, slamming the knife back into his belt. Ignoring her quiet sobs as clear tears ran down her face, watching his form leave through her busted door. Blonde hair still in her arms, hugging her. She was crying. He should make her feel better.
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"Do you.." She sniffled hard, trying to speak through her tears. "You understand this...Jim? Understaaaaand?" She sobbed towards the end, but she was trying not to. Her wrenching heart climbing up through her throat so it could throw it's arms around the wide pair of swollen blue eyes and thin body. Standing still looking up at her. Loose green t-shirt. Blue plaid pajama pants. Watching her horrified, numbed and exhausted from where she wouldn't stop bawling and he started too. Scared she just kept crying. Didn't she know she would leak away? Her body seeping away, deflating as she ran out through her tears. Till he wouldn't be able to touch her, or grab her. She would be water in his hands, seeping out through the cracks in his fingers, and the dips of his palms. "You go...right where I tell you ok?" She sniffled hard. Thin red fingernails pulling the cap off her pen fast, blinking out her tears so she could see clear as she grabbed his hand. It was limp and cooperative in hers, letting her turn it over so she could write on the back of it. Blue ink running onto his skin as she wrote before dropping the pen. Letting it slip from her fingers silently before clattering to the floor. Making the only available sound until her hard "Aha" sob. "You know that...you know that when you save someone's life Jim." She sank to her knees in front of him, grabbing his shoulders tightly. Watching him look down at her, silently crying. Her fingers and hands rubbing into his skin, squeezing him and loving him. This would be the last time she could ever touch him. "You know that when you save somebody's life they owe you something big." She nodded, ignoring the tears leaking from her eyes, his small face nodding twice. Silent. "They owe you, you a big favor." She looked down sniffling hard. "Now you owe him a big favor, because he's gong to save your life. You owe him something big." She nodded unsteadily, watching him listen. This would be his knew mission, carrying out her last touch. "Do what your told and don't be a lot of trouble." She sniffled hard, thinking fast. Files opening and closing in her head. "Eat what your given, say please and thank you and if he is mean you...well if he is mean at first Jim...he doesn't mean it ok?" Her face cringed lightly.
Oh god.
What if he was mean to him?
What if he didn't listen to her?
Didn't repay her favor?
Her most important possession, she was giving to him, and he had no idea it was coming.
Her swollen pink eyes watched the small crying face in front of her flood over with a new emotion. Leaving the tormented, anguished feeling of abandonment and uncertainty for a look of fear. Where ever he was going and whoever he was seeing was going to be dangerous. "Don't let him do anything...he's not supposed to." She nodded lightly, she didn't think he would though. "You tell him I said he has to keep you. He owes meee Jim he willll." She sobbed lightly, blinking hard to the small hand that ran onto her face, rubbing the tears off her one cheek.
Small arms running around her neck as she pulled him forward, nuzzling her face into him. His heart slamming into her body to nothing more but his quiet sobs. Only visible through the tight jumps of his chest. "Remember that your mother loves you very much Jim." She closed her eyes, her thin tears running off her chin into his shirt as she squeezed him hard. Taking in as much as she could. This would be the last time. "Now go." Her voice firmed, moving her hands against his thin chest clinging to her. "Run." She shoved him back, watching his horrified face stare back at her. "Run and don't look back. Don't ever look back to me Jim." She shook her head no, watching his throat tighten and release to his breathing. "Don't look at the street names, don't look at the buildings. Get lost here. Don't know where I am. You will miss me less if you can't not find me." She managed a small broken smile as she cried. Watching his face swallow many times over, his hand taking the small cloth bag she was giving him. "Shh." She smiled a sob. "I waaant you to leeeave now Jiiim." She cried suddenly, watching him choke a small noise. Blue eyes looking down at the gun she was sliding back into the rim of his pants. "Take that I know. I know your a little more attached to it then I would like." She frowned slightly, sniffling at the small hip she covered with his shirt again before looking up. "Go Jim. Get out! Get out of here!" She sobbed. Screaming at him. Watching him stumble back at her shove. Thin hands tearing back at her, attaching back to her loose shirt and soft skin. "GET OOUUT!" She screamed shoving him off, standing up and turning him around, shoving him hard. "Run! I doooon't want you to diiiie daaamnt! GOOOO!" She sobbed, her heart slamming, throbbing in her chest. Sucking in the air and the life inside her, hallowing out the rib cage of her body for a pain she never knew. Pumping the throbbing sting through her as she fell to her knees. Watching her first true love turn and run. Short tousled blonde hair and green shirt running into the dark of the night with the bag she had given him. Tearing into the streets alone. Abandoned. His only hope was a scribbled message he couldn't read printed onto the back of his hand sealed with a bright kiss of her lipstick. His body. A marked favor. A ticket to be reimbursed.
