The Free, and The Non-Free by Crimson Nightmare
Summary for post: AU. Riddle being a bounty hunter (a good guy, can you believe it?) Harry's the evil prisoner he had to deal with. Somewhere along the lines, Draco appears and gives them a silvery, angelic shock. Extremely dark, implied rape, and semi-graphical threesome SLASH!
EXTREME WARNING: Do not read this if you think rating R is your highest limit! Please take note of this if you're going to read this. Just to be on the safe side.
Summary 2: AU. In an all-men's jail, nothing good can happen; in the freedom of the outside world, it's not much better either. Everyone has their little story; here's theirs. WARNING: implied rape, threesome, semi- graphic SLASH! Not for weak hearted.
Declaimer: Harry, Draco, and Tom Riddle are the original novel Harry Potter's boys, but the rest are all mine baby bunnies. So be nice to them, they've been working hard under my wrath. Oh, and, Angel is just a nickname, it's not the Angel in "Buffy the Vampire Slayer", or the Angel in "Angel"!
Rating: R, for nasty situations, swearing, and threesome SLASH, which shouldn't appear in this chapter. Will be so in the next.
Author's Notes: I wrote this while being in rage, so, as you might imagine, it's really pretty nasty stuff in there. I wrote a lot this time out of anger, so I don't know if I want to continue this. I'm also not going to write more if there are only a few reviews, so tell me if you want me to continue. I would if you want me to. *Sliding back into rage-mode, continuing to write nasty things*
CAUTIONS: This is a world that contains no magic, only power, power as in both authority of men and special powers that are rarely born as a gift to some. The setting is a modern world, a bit of mix from the past and future.
Prepare yourselves!
Chapter 2: Different Exchanges
It has been the fourth day of their transferring journey, and Riddle had already cursed countless times over the troubles that had been given to him to solve.
The red eyes darted from time to time as he crept in the dark, he cursed inwardly for the blood that left his prints every where he went. He lifted up the patch of ragged cloth on the leg of his slacks and investigated the wound quickly. Gunshot, good thing that the bullet swept pass his knee bone and only shot into the side of the flesh. He clutched his teeth, biting off the yelp of pain as he sliced open his leg with a dagger he pulled out from his boot and tipped out the piece of metal that was in the meat. Blood shot out onto the backside of the kitchen tablecloth, and dripped back down onto his head, soaking him red.
He stayed squatting silently under the table, waiting for the damned SIN2 to appear, and was proven right as the tanned, muscular man holding the gun that shot him walked in the door, feet turning, as if looking for him in the room. He smirked a bit, even at this point, and through a burnt hole on the tablecloth he took a clean shot at the man's arm that held the gun. SIN2 dropped the gun with a loud grunt and, instead of taking cover from the gunshots that Riddle was aiming at he leapt right onto Riddle's bloody leg and swung his rock-like fist across the red-eyed bounty hunter.
Riddle almost screamed out loud as the heavy weight fell upon his newly sliced and shot knee and reflexively rolled across the floor. He flashed out a set of anesthetic needles that he had strapped onto the buckle on his left leg and shot three needles right into the killer's neck. He watched the man tried to take a swing at him but failed as he stumbled across the floor, crawling toward him with last bit of strength. Then SIN2 fell onto the floor, dozed with anesthetic that was enough to knock out a full-grown bull.
The red-eyed young man swept a bloody hand across his sweating face, leaving five stripes of red diagonally on his face, and struggled up with the helping of a chair. He whistled at the three needles still on the large man's neck, and complained to himself that he didn't think using a cane for the next few months would look very sexy.
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The young man tightened himself against the edge of the bus, hoping that nobody would bother him. His dark scar showed contrast on the extremely pale skin of his and if anyone had looked, they would've thought he was a ghost of some sort. His silver eyes swept across the space on the prisoner bus. SIN4 was mumbling in his sleep, SIN3 was reading a dictionary for some unknown reason, and there was the black material covered SIN1 at the very back of the bus. He looked away quickly as the prisoner suddenly turned and looked at him straight in the eyes, or at least, he thought so - he wasn't sure, with all that black goggles and mask on the mysterious prisoner.
He bit at his thumb because of the nervousness that descended upon him. Why wasn't Kent back yet? Was he okay? He couldn't see James' expression behind the large book, but he could see the man's usual worried posture showing - impatient fiddling at the sleeves. He was suddenly aware of a coldness that shot through him, and so he turned and looked at the source of the fear, which turned out to be SIN1, looking straight at him again. This time he was sure.
Curiosity overpowered his fear, as the prisoner in black beckoned him over, calmly and authoritatively. He narrowed his eyes in suspicion and glanced at James, who was by now watching the new advance on the behalf of SIN1. Both men alarmed, they glanced at each other uncertainly, and both jumped as a low, tempting voice of a male came floating across from the end of the bus -
"Come. I don't bite."
"If it is talking you want, he doesn't talk." James frowned and said with caution.
"I'm simply curious about his face, that scar." The black-gloved finger pointed at the dark scar on Angel's cheek.
Angel got up with curiosity and walked over to the prisoner. He sat down across the masked man and blinked and cocked his head at the prisoner. They both watched nervously as SIN1 lifted his chain dangled, black gloved hand and reached out and traced Angel's cheek lightly. They thought they felt a smirk under that masked face of the dark clothed prisoner.
"Why did you do this to yourself?" Came the furtive question from the man whose hand was still on Angel's face.
James thought he saw Angel's lips trembled suddenly.
After a silent pause, James was too curious not to ask. "Angel? Honey, did you do that to yourself?"
A longer pause. When James opened his mouth to speak again he stopped in shock as a small, perfect little voice said, "Yes."
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"Thank you honey." The young man sitting on the blood-drained bed flirted as the attractive woman kneeled before him and sewed his wounds. "Be a doll and hand me that bottle, would you? -- Thank you." He took the offered vodka and took a swig of the strong alcohol while enduring the splitting pain in his knee.
The young woman kneeling before him peered at him secretly from time to time, and she worked on his wounds more than what one calls eagerly. She was quite attractive. She wore an extremely short skirt and a light red top and had a body of the wants of all men. Her heels squealed every now and then, turning around to get the ointments for the man before her. "Is there anything else you'd like?"
"Yes." The young man replied with a sly smile. "A bit of cuddling would be nice."
And later he was having sweaty sex with the woman right on the bloody bed.
Half an hour later, he stepped out of the house with a mad smile and a cart with the knocked-out Kent on it and limped back onto the prisoner bus, only in time to see prisoner SIN1 taking off his black mask. He stopped at the doorway, alarmed at the sudden movement of SIN1, and glanced around at the other three prisoners. SIN3 was sitting across SIN5, watching SIN1 with the same expression as Riddle's - alarmed and ready to run or attack. SIN4 was still sleeping. And SIN5 was looking at SIN1 with an odd expression.
Riddle felt a chilling gaze on him and saw that SIN1 was looking at him without the goggles. "What's up?" He stalled, processing the millions of thoughts flashing through his head.
He saw the green-eyed man smirk.
"Tom Riddle? I see you're still alive." The man said with a darkened gaze, taunting at the red-eyed bounty hunter, who felt very cold all of the sudden as the simple sentence reached to him.
"Barely." He muttered. "And what does that matter to you? Other than because I'm keeping you from running away."
"Oh, run away?" The green eyes smiled at him with a hypnotizing gaze. "Why would I want to do that? I was merely referring to the little incident you had with the bus several years ago. Did you like my handy work? To tell you the truth, it was quite an exciting job. You should have seen the fall from outside, it was beautiful."
The poison of these words seemed to have sipped into every one of Riddle's veins, as he was reminded of the bus incident that made him who he is today. A shiver fought its way down his spine, as he understood instantly that the tragic of his past was no accident; it was planned murder. He trembled at the last sentence. Beautiful? Lying in wreckage full of rotten, smelly bodies was beautiful? The massive killing was beautiful? And, and the fall -
"You did it?" To his surprise, his voice came out fine. It was a cool tone that he usually used when he judged his victims before killing them. "What motives could you possibly have had? There were only civilians on that bus -- "
"Do I need a reason?" was the reply he got. He felt the fear and hatred throbbing in his veins.
"No." He said slowly. "I suppose you don't."
He was almost at a breaking point now. He needed to calm down. Now that he was actually thinking a bit more clearly, he noticed that the man was lying, playing around with him with a cheerful look in those green, green eyes. He was almost a hundred percent certain that the bus incident was a natural road accident. He found it irritating that the man played him for more than five minutes and he did not even noticed it.
He grumbled, turning around. "You're clever." He walked straight to the front of the bus, ignoring the cool, amused gaze trailing his back. "But it won't work."
He was referring to what SIN1 had been trying to do - to create a mental breakdown in the mind of the bounty hunter, and leave the rest to the madness created by him. Riddle felt a bit scared how quick this man's thinking was - the ability to discover his greatest weakness in only a few days, and not even talking with him. He was also surprised at the fact that the man's connection to the outside did not seem to have been broken. SIN1 knew perfectly well what was going on outside of that sphere. Including the famous survival of Thomas M. Riddle, fifty-three died, one survived.
Riddle watched in the mirror as the green-eyed man smirked again and sat down beside SIN5, who had, by now, made a little nest in his own circle of silver hair again. He watched with interest as the green-eyed man murmured something into SIN5's ear, very closely, almost touching. He watched in slight surprise as Angel turned and looked at SIN1 straight in the eyes and mouthed a word "no."
The man with green eyes laughed and shook his head at the slender young man before him. He reached over again and touched the dark, thin scar on Angel's pale cheek. Then, without warning, the man pressed down with his hand and his lips followed along with the fingers.
Riddle watched as those thin lips lingered on the creamy skin, and slowly they lifted themselves off and formed a word "yes."
Riddle felt a twitch beneath him, and found himself in need of a cold shower. His wild, red eyes followed as the silver boy and the green-eyed man interacted with the least amount of words two could have in a conversation. He wondered briefly what they were talking about, and what made Angel suddenly decided to speak?
Then he was again aware of the annoying pain in his knee, and started driving with the most disrespectful attitude.
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"Hello. Riddle." A low voice, almost a purr, murmured into his ear.
He woke up right away and flashed out a knife to the person's throat out of natural reflex. "Who's there?"
"My, " The low voice drawled. "Touchy aren't we?"
"You?!" The red-eyed boy slumped back down onto the driver's seat. "What do you want now?"
"Sex."
"Well you're very straight forward."
"I've learned that in prison."
"Really. Then I shall never again step into that place in the future."
"Will you have sex with me?"
"No."
"I thought you're the rebel against life, Riddle, or have you changed over the years?"
Riddle looked into the bus ceiling, and then turned his head to look at the green-eyed prisoner, who still had him pressing a knife onto his neck. A dewdrop of blood formed on the pale skin of the prisoner, and Riddle caught the drop of red and sucked on it deliciously. "I rebel against life, Potter, but I want to be the one deciding when I will die."
The green-eyed man tensed a bit for a second, and then smirked again, "How did you know my name?"
"I read lips." He saw Potter talking with SIN5, who had called the man 'Potter'
"Ah, I see."
Riddle smirked a bit, still holding the knife on the other man's neck. "So, Potter, what did you do?"
"What did I do? I lived, Riddle, that's what I did. And I suppose they don't really want me living."
"That bad?"
"Uh-huh." The green-eyed man nodded with a bitter smile, but was smirking again in no time. "So, what did you do?"
"I never did anything, Potter, but in a sense, I lived, just like you."
"I see we have something in common." An evil smile.
He smiled back with insanity. "Yes, we do."
He sat up from the drivers seat and leaned down to the man squatting on the ground beside him. "Now what about that shag?"
"It will be - fun."
"I suppose it will be."
And so they started clutching at each other with same brutal grips, and with Riddle's knife still pressing into the prisoner's neck, they fell onto the floor of the bus with a slight thump. Then there were aimless gnawing of teeth, clawing of fingers and bites and bruises and rolling all over the floor. Clothes were being ripped away (except for Riddle's black leather long-jacket, which he insisted on taking off with great care. "Fashion always comes first." He said seriously.) and all the prisoner's clothes were thrown onto the ground, leaving his cuffs and chains on, all including his goggles were torn onto the ground.
"How much light can you take?" Riddle asked curiously as he pushed the man down onto the floor, also minding his own wounded leg. "You took the goggles off when I came in this afternoon."
"Just for a little while, clouded sun isn't so bad. I just have to adjust back to light slowly, which I'm guessing won't happen unless I can kill everyone who wanted me kept in prison." The man on the ground said casually, as if they were talking about the weather.
"Interesting." Riddle said with an uninterested expression and began his work on the green eyes that stared at his body with raw lust. He started on the man's eyelid - biting on it with a slow but brutal force. It would hurt, and would be very unsettling, but Potter would just have to deal with it if sex with him is what he wanted.
"You are a sadist, aren't you, Riddle?" Potter grunted with taunt. "Whatever happened to you?"
"Oh, let's just say lying with fifty-three corpses for days doesn't do much good for you."
"Hmm. I see." Potter said as his chains clinked and clucked, and the pain on his eyelid was gone. He opened his eyes, including the bleeding eyelid, and revealed the dark, deep green eyes, framed with fresh, salty blood. "You got out of there and what happened?"
"I don't remember."
Potter smirked at this and let Riddle continue to bite on, trailing down from his earlobe, jaw line, neck side, and collarbone, leaving numerous bloody scars on the pale skin of his. His wild, black hair was being weaved through from time to time and more and more blood would stain on them. Soon there were plenty more then hundreds of bloody fingerprints on his naked chest and down to his ankles. "Well, well, you do get more violent when I remind you of that particular incident."
"It's the past, Potter, reminding me won't do me a thing."
"I got you hard, didn't I?" The other man pointed out.
"I was hard when you came purring into my ear." Riddle said as he cautiously settled his injured knee to a position where he thought should be safe.
"Hmm. Then I guess you haven't seen me really purring, Riddle, curious? - Good, but that comes with a price -- " He suddenly flopped the other man down onto the ground and the position between them changed to him being dominant and the red-eyed, wild hunter was being pressed hard onto the ground. "Are you willing to pay?" Potter said with what Riddle believed was the sexiest purr he had ever heard in his long history of sex.
"Yes and no." He said hoarsely. He wasn't about to give his mind away to the top criminal of the largest city in the nation, and he wasn't about to be controlled by someone who had the potential of ripping him into pieces with anything that comes in handy. "Yes, we'll have sex, and no, you will not be on top." He said all this with a broken voice, beyond excited from the danger. He caught the man's broad shoulders and twisted a muscle where he knew would loosen the man's grip immediately and pushed the man back down onto the ground with great strength. Potter groaned at the loss of opportunity to be on top.
"You don't play nice, puppy boy." Potter taunted with a darkened gaze.
"I never do." Riddle replied with ease. He came down upon the other man hard. He got excited even more as he heard the man moan with pleasure and pain. He licked blood off of the man's pale cheeks and bit down again on the man's neck. They made as little noise as possible, contrary to Riddle's past record, though small thumping noises still could be heard as Riddle hit the man to the ground again and again.
"Fuck you, Riddle." Potter said with a twisted smile and madness in his eyes.
"Fuck you, Potter." He shot back with the same twisted expression.
The red-eyed young man stopped to look at the green eyes that seemed to have the ability to speak. They were beautiful eyes. Cold beyond belief, empty to a point that they seemed to be able to suck you right in, but beautiful. Then, there was a scar that he had discovered while exploring the man's body - a large, white, horizontal scar across the man's chest, which was probably quite fatal at the time when the man received it. He pointed at the large scar and asked, "Whatever happened to you?"
"An accident." The man sealed his lips right after that.
"Really. Well, it's three a.m. already. I've got to get back to bed - I mean, the driver's seat."
"Oh, poor Riddle, want to snuggle up with me?"
"And there would be no bus driver in the morning. I don't think so." He got up and picked out his leather long-jacket and the remaining of his clothes and staggered back to the driver's seat naked.
"Night, Potter, don't go harassing SIN5 when you get back."
"I don't harass him, I pet him and spoil him. In fact, I almost got to kiss him. Only he said no with a suicidal-threatening look. I didn't want that pretty little doll to die so soon. And, didn't you know his name?"
"No." Riddle turned around curiously. "What is his name?"
"Not telling." The other man said while walking away. "I need to get some rest. We've got eleven more nights to go, remember, Riddle?" And with that the man disappeared into the dark space at the end of the bus.
"Bastard." Riddle muttered.
XXX
The next morning was pretty sweet. Everything was in the right order. The five prisoners sitting obediently at the back of the bus, the sun was shining, and there were a lot of hot-looking girls in bikinis visible as they drove on the highway along the beach. Riddle was beginning to like this job.
Then, Out of nowhere there was a screeching sound as the prisoner bus suddenly ran out of control. One of the plates of the tires shot outward and flew across the air and shot into a palm tree on the road. Riddle grasped at the wheel desperately and cursed out loud when they approached to a market area, where thousands of tourists were wondering around on the street. "Get the hell away!! MOVE!!!" He shouted. The bus was getting out of control and fire sparks splattered into the air as the outer shell of the bus hit a role of metal poles along the sidewalk. "FUCK!" Riddle shouted.
Kent was standing up. A man like him would be the first one to ensure his life safety. He would never care about what happens to the rest of the people. He took this opportunity and broke one of the windows as the bus swung to the left, still in the market crowding area. He held back his bloody fist and knocked clean the rest of the glass and jumped out the bus while it was still moving at top speed.
"FUCK THAT SON OF A BITCH!" The remaining prisoners heard Riddle shouting with, oddly, excitement and a mad smile. "This could be fun, Kent, I'll come after you in a sec." He said.
Then the prisoners, or at least two of them, felt their blood ran cold as they saw what Riddle did while laughing merrily - they were heading straight for an ancient Kauskien site where large rock-built walls remained as a tourist point. After a few seconds they were crushed into the precious wall of history and James watched with a feeling to burst out laughing and screaming as the ancient wall flew into pieces and the bus remaining unharmed. They were still in their seats, thanks to the seatbelt-procedure, but tourists outside were watching in horror as a bus full of prisoners destroyed the invaluable ancient site.
Riddle set up a parameter of mass wired special electric-charged fences around the bus as he walked out of the vehicle. "Be a group of good boys and stay inside the bus." He told the prisoners lightly as he walked out. "And you won't get fried." That technology he used was a defense shield bought from a black market dealer. He liked the roll of innocent looking wires that could slice a person's fingers right off if they had tried to touch it. He walked outside and told the tourists and market locals to stay away and started hunting Kent again. This time even more challenging, on his crippled leg.
This is the second time that the man tried to escape. Though his methods aren't the cleverest, Riddle had to admire the strong will power that the man had for pursuing freedom, something that Riddle himself had plenty of. He thought.
The insane drive of freedom.
XXX
"Wanna play?" He said with a seducing gaze.
"Poker?" James raised his pretty eyebrows as Potter, SIN1, walked over to his seat. "Nice." He approved of the entertainment that the man had produced out of nowhere. He was still quite alarmed of the man's new development - sudden contact with the others, but he knew if he wanted to stay alive inside the bus with the top criminal of all places, he had to leave the man some room to compromise.
"Yes, poker. But there's more to just poker when you're playing with me."
James tilted his head, watching with caution. "What's the catch?"
"I want to add in a nice little game of Questions and Answers."
"Fine. The winner gets."
"The winner gets." The man agreed with a furtive smile.
TBC.............
A/N: Right, that was okay. I lapsed back into raged mood again today as something infuriating happened to me in the evening. I guess I just happen to be a fast typer when I'm in rage.
Oh well, how was the chapter? Was the snogging part too vague? I was afraid it might hit the NC-17 rating so I kept going back, eliminating many detailed sex scenes.
I like the tensed feeling that I would feel when I'm writing this particular little ficlet. It releases my wrath between the sentences and it's also, hopefully to you, too, kind of satire-humored. I would smirk when I get to the ironic parts and type a little bit slower just to savor the sour taste of the sentences - though there wasn't as much in this chapter as the last one had.
By now you should know some things about the Riddle and the Potter in my world, or at least, in this fic.
Riddle is a freedom-deceived madman. He believes he is a man who had too much freedom on his hands to throw onto the ground, and waste it all over the place. He is not, however, a true free man. He is haunted by his past, he is tethered to having to feel life-threatened once in a while and he is bounded to relate everything back to the incident that had changed his life. He is, in reality, chained heavily to his survivor's guilt in his subconscious. He is most certainly not a true free man.
Potter, on the other hand, has been physically trapped inside the dark sphere for years and years, but that doesn't stop him from releasing the real savagery and raw evilness in his heart. In a sense, he is the one who really knew how to get freedom to a point that the man seemed animal-like, savage. The speed he took to adjust back into communicating with other people after being isolated for so many years was stunningly short. Also, the fact that he could play people's minds right after he started talking with them shows that he really wasn't controlled by anything. He was simply doing whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted; however he wanted it to be.
I don't think I proved these points really well in my writing, but that was a brief character sketch of two of the main characters I wanted to play around at. Draco's little mind and his world will be revealed soon........as soon as I get into the mood of writing in rage again. (I don't know when that will happen, really)
Anyways, I hope you can leave a review and tell me what you think - since I'm beginning to like what this fic does to me. You can send me an email if you want to and talk to me there, or you can simply tell me about what you think in a review. Long review. I like long reviews (Hint! Hint!)
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Summary for post: AU. Riddle being a bounty hunter (a good guy, can you believe it?) Harry's the evil prisoner he had to deal with. Somewhere along the lines, Draco appears and gives them a silvery, angelic shock. Extremely dark, implied rape, and semi-graphical threesome SLASH!
EXTREME WARNING: Do not read this if you think rating R is your highest limit! Please take note of this if you're going to read this. Just to be on the safe side.
Summary 2: AU. In an all-men's jail, nothing good can happen; in the freedom of the outside world, it's not much better either. Everyone has their little story; here's theirs. WARNING: implied rape, threesome, semi- graphic SLASH! Not for weak hearted.
Declaimer: Harry, Draco, and Tom Riddle are the original novel Harry Potter's boys, but the rest are all mine baby bunnies. So be nice to them, they've been working hard under my wrath. Oh, and, Angel is just a nickname, it's not the Angel in "Buffy the Vampire Slayer", or the Angel in "Angel"!
Rating: R, for nasty situations, swearing, and threesome SLASH, which shouldn't appear in this chapter. Will be so in the next.
Author's Notes: I wrote this while being in rage, so, as you might imagine, it's really pretty nasty stuff in there. I wrote a lot this time out of anger, so I don't know if I want to continue this. I'm also not going to write more if there are only a few reviews, so tell me if you want me to continue. I would if you want me to. *Sliding back into rage-mode, continuing to write nasty things*
CAUTIONS: This is a world that contains no magic, only power, power as in both authority of men and special powers that are rarely born as a gift to some. The setting is a modern world, a bit of mix from the past and future.
Prepare yourselves!
Chapter 2: Different Exchanges
It has been the fourth day of their transferring journey, and Riddle had already cursed countless times over the troubles that had been given to him to solve.
The red eyes darted from time to time as he crept in the dark, he cursed inwardly for the blood that left his prints every where he went. He lifted up the patch of ragged cloth on the leg of his slacks and investigated the wound quickly. Gunshot, good thing that the bullet swept pass his knee bone and only shot into the side of the flesh. He clutched his teeth, biting off the yelp of pain as he sliced open his leg with a dagger he pulled out from his boot and tipped out the piece of metal that was in the meat. Blood shot out onto the backside of the kitchen tablecloth, and dripped back down onto his head, soaking him red.
He stayed squatting silently under the table, waiting for the damned SIN2 to appear, and was proven right as the tanned, muscular man holding the gun that shot him walked in the door, feet turning, as if looking for him in the room. He smirked a bit, even at this point, and through a burnt hole on the tablecloth he took a clean shot at the man's arm that held the gun. SIN2 dropped the gun with a loud grunt and, instead of taking cover from the gunshots that Riddle was aiming at he leapt right onto Riddle's bloody leg and swung his rock-like fist across the red-eyed bounty hunter.
Riddle almost screamed out loud as the heavy weight fell upon his newly sliced and shot knee and reflexively rolled across the floor. He flashed out a set of anesthetic needles that he had strapped onto the buckle on his left leg and shot three needles right into the killer's neck. He watched the man tried to take a swing at him but failed as he stumbled across the floor, crawling toward him with last bit of strength. Then SIN2 fell onto the floor, dozed with anesthetic that was enough to knock out a full-grown bull.
The red-eyed young man swept a bloody hand across his sweating face, leaving five stripes of red diagonally on his face, and struggled up with the helping of a chair. He whistled at the three needles still on the large man's neck, and complained to himself that he didn't think using a cane for the next few months would look very sexy.
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The young man tightened himself against the edge of the bus, hoping that nobody would bother him. His dark scar showed contrast on the extremely pale skin of his and if anyone had looked, they would've thought he was a ghost of some sort. His silver eyes swept across the space on the prisoner bus. SIN4 was mumbling in his sleep, SIN3 was reading a dictionary for some unknown reason, and there was the black material covered SIN1 at the very back of the bus. He looked away quickly as the prisoner suddenly turned and looked at him straight in the eyes, or at least, he thought so - he wasn't sure, with all that black goggles and mask on the mysterious prisoner.
He bit at his thumb because of the nervousness that descended upon him. Why wasn't Kent back yet? Was he okay? He couldn't see James' expression behind the large book, but he could see the man's usual worried posture showing - impatient fiddling at the sleeves. He was suddenly aware of a coldness that shot through him, and so he turned and looked at the source of the fear, which turned out to be SIN1, looking straight at him again. This time he was sure.
Curiosity overpowered his fear, as the prisoner in black beckoned him over, calmly and authoritatively. He narrowed his eyes in suspicion and glanced at James, who was by now watching the new advance on the behalf of SIN1. Both men alarmed, they glanced at each other uncertainly, and both jumped as a low, tempting voice of a male came floating across from the end of the bus -
"Come. I don't bite."
"If it is talking you want, he doesn't talk." James frowned and said with caution.
"I'm simply curious about his face, that scar." The black-gloved finger pointed at the dark scar on Angel's cheek.
Angel got up with curiosity and walked over to the prisoner. He sat down across the masked man and blinked and cocked his head at the prisoner. They both watched nervously as SIN1 lifted his chain dangled, black gloved hand and reached out and traced Angel's cheek lightly. They thought they felt a smirk under that masked face of the dark clothed prisoner.
"Why did you do this to yourself?" Came the furtive question from the man whose hand was still on Angel's face.
James thought he saw Angel's lips trembled suddenly.
After a silent pause, James was too curious not to ask. "Angel? Honey, did you do that to yourself?"
A longer pause. When James opened his mouth to speak again he stopped in shock as a small, perfect little voice said, "Yes."
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"Thank you honey." The young man sitting on the blood-drained bed flirted as the attractive woman kneeled before him and sewed his wounds. "Be a doll and hand me that bottle, would you? -- Thank you." He took the offered vodka and took a swig of the strong alcohol while enduring the splitting pain in his knee.
The young woman kneeling before him peered at him secretly from time to time, and she worked on his wounds more than what one calls eagerly. She was quite attractive. She wore an extremely short skirt and a light red top and had a body of the wants of all men. Her heels squealed every now and then, turning around to get the ointments for the man before her. "Is there anything else you'd like?"
"Yes." The young man replied with a sly smile. "A bit of cuddling would be nice."
And later he was having sweaty sex with the woman right on the bloody bed.
Half an hour later, he stepped out of the house with a mad smile and a cart with the knocked-out Kent on it and limped back onto the prisoner bus, only in time to see prisoner SIN1 taking off his black mask. He stopped at the doorway, alarmed at the sudden movement of SIN1, and glanced around at the other three prisoners. SIN3 was sitting across SIN5, watching SIN1 with the same expression as Riddle's - alarmed and ready to run or attack. SIN4 was still sleeping. And SIN5 was looking at SIN1 with an odd expression.
Riddle felt a chilling gaze on him and saw that SIN1 was looking at him without the goggles. "What's up?" He stalled, processing the millions of thoughts flashing through his head.
He saw the green-eyed man smirk.
"Tom Riddle? I see you're still alive." The man said with a darkened gaze, taunting at the red-eyed bounty hunter, who felt very cold all of the sudden as the simple sentence reached to him.
"Barely." He muttered. "And what does that matter to you? Other than because I'm keeping you from running away."
"Oh, run away?" The green eyes smiled at him with a hypnotizing gaze. "Why would I want to do that? I was merely referring to the little incident you had with the bus several years ago. Did you like my handy work? To tell you the truth, it was quite an exciting job. You should have seen the fall from outside, it was beautiful."
The poison of these words seemed to have sipped into every one of Riddle's veins, as he was reminded of the bus incident that made him who he is today. A shiver fought its way down his spine, as he understood instantly that the tragic of his past was no accident; it was planned murder. He trembled at the last sentence. Beautiful? Lying in wreckage full of rotten, smelly bodies was beautiful? The massive killing was beautiful? And, and the fall -
"You did it?" To his surprise, his voice came out fine. It was a cool tone that he usually used when he judged his victims before killing them. "What motives could you possibly have had? There were only civilians on that bus -- "
"Do I need a reason?" was the reply he got. He felt the fear and hatred throbbing in his veins.
"No." He said slowly. "I suppose you don't."
He was almost at a breaking point now. He needed to calm down. Now that he was actually thinking a bit more clearly, he noticed that the man was lying, playing around with him with a cheerful look in those green, green eyes. He was almost a hundred percent certain that the bus incident was a natural road accident. He found it irritating that the man played him for more than five minutes and he did not even noticed it.
He grumbled, turning around. "You're clever." He walked straight to the front of the bus, ignoring the cool, amused gaze trailing his back. "But it won't work."
He was referring to what SIN1 had been trying to do - to create a mental breakdown in the mind of the bounty hunter, and leave the rest to the madness created by him. Riddle felt a bit scared how quick this man's thinking was - the ability to discover his greatest weakness in only a few days, and not even talking with him. He was also surprised at the fact that the man's connection to the outside did not seem to have been broken. SIN1 knew perfectly well what was going on outside of that sphere. Including the famous survival of Thomas M. Riddle, fifty-three died, one survived.
Riddle watched in the mirror as the green-eyed man smirked again and sat down beside SIN5, who had, by now, made a little nest in his own circle of silver hair again. He watched with interest as the green-eyed man murmured something into SIN5's ear, very closely, almost touching. He watched in slight surprise as Angel turned and looked at SIN1 straight in the eyes and mouthed a word "no."
The man with green eyes laughed and shook his head at the slender young man before him. He reached over again and touched the dark, thin scar on Angel's pale cheek. Then, without warning, the man pressed down with his hand and his lips followed along with the fingers.
Riddle watched as those thin lips lingered on the creamy skin, and slowly they lifted themselves off and formed a word "yes."
Riddle felt a twitch beneath him, and found himself in need of a cold shower. His wild, red eyes followed as the silver boy and the green-eyed man interacted with the least amount of words two could have in a conversation. He wondered briefly what they were talking about, and what made Angel suddenly decided to speak?
Then he was again aware of the annoying pain in his knee, and started driving with the most disrespectful attitude.
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"Hello. Riddle." A low voice, almost a purr, murmured into his ear.
He woke up right away and flashed out a knife to the person's throat out of natural reflex. "Who's there?"
"My, " The low voice drawled. "Touchy aren't we?"
"You?!" The red-eyed boy slumped back down onto the driver's seat. "What do you want now?"
"Sex."
"Well you're very straight forward."
"I've learned that in prison."
"Really. Then I shall never again step into that place in the future."
"Will you have sex with me?"
"No."
"I thought you're the rebel against life, Riddle, or have you changed over the years?"
Riddle looked into the bus ceiling, and then turned his head to look at the green-eyed prisoner, who still had him pressing a knife onto his neck. A dewdrop of blood formed on the pale skin of the prisoner, and Riddle caught the drop of red and sucked on it deliciously. "I rebel against life, Potter, but I want to be the one deciding when I will die."
The green-eyed man tensed a bit for a second, and then smirked again, "How did you know my name?"
"I read lips." He saw Potter talking with SIN5, who had called the man 'Potter'
"Ah, I see."
Riddle smirked a bit, still holding the knife on the other man's neck. "So, Potter, what did you do?"
"What did I do? I lived, Riddle, that's what I did. And I suppose they don't really want me living."
"That bad?"
"Uh-huh." The green-eyed man nodded with a bitter smile, but was smirking again in no time. "So, what did you do?"
"I never did anything, Potter, but in a sense, I lived, just like you."
"I see we have something in common." An evil smile.
He smiled back with insanity. "Yes, we do."
He sat up from the drivers seat and leaned down to the man squatting on the ground beside him. "Now what about that shag?"
"It will be - fun."
"I suppose it will be."
And so they started clutching at each other with same brutal grips, and with Riddle's knife still pressing into the prisoner's neck, they fell onto the floor of the bus with a slight thump. Then there were aimless gnawing of teeth, clawing of fingers and bites and bruises and rolling all over the floor. Clothes were being ripped away (except for Riddle's black leather long-jacket, which he insisted on taking off with great care. "Fashion always comes first." He said seriously.) and all the prisoner's clothes were thrown onto the ground, leaving his cuffs and chains on, all including his goggles were torn onto the ground.
"How much light can you take?" Riddle asked curiously as he pushed the man down onto the floor, also minding his own wounded leg. "You took the goggles off when I came in this afternoon."
"Just for a little while, clouded sun isn't so bad. I just have to adjust back to light slowly, which I'm guessing won't happen unless I can kill everyone who wanted me kept in prison." The man on the ground said casually, as if they were talking about the weather.
"Interesting." Riddle said with an uninterested expression and began his work on the green eyes that stared at his body with raw lust. He started on the man's eyelid - biting on it with a slow but brutal force. It would hurt, and would be very unsettling, but Potter would just have to deal with it if sex with him is what he wanted.
"You are a sadist, aren't you, Riddle?" Potter grunted with taunt. "Whatever happened to you?"
"Oh, let's just say lying with fifty-three corpses for days doesn't do much good for you."
"Hmm. I see." Potter said as his chains clinked and clucked, and the pain on his eyelid was gone. He opened his eyes, including the bleeding eyelid, and revealed the dark, deep green eyes, framed with fresh, salty blood. "You got out of there and what happened?"
"I don't remember."
Potter smirked at this and let Riddle continue to bite on, trailing down from his earlobe, jaw line, neck side, and collarbone, leaving numerous bloody scars on the pale skin of his. His wild, black hair was being weaved through from time to time and more and more blood would stain on them. Soon there were plenty more then hundreds of bloody fingerprints on his naked chest and down to his ankles. "Well, well, you do get more violent when I remind you of that particular incident."
"It's the past, Potter, reminding me won't do me a thing."
"I got you hard, didn't I?" The other man pointed out.
"I was hard when you came purring into my ear." Riddle said as he cautiously settled his injured knee to a position where he thought should be safe.
"Hmm. Then I guess you haven't seen me really purring, Riddle, curious? - Good, but that comes with a price -- " He suddenly flopped the other man down onto the ground and the position between them changed to him being dominant and the red-eyed, wild hunter was being pressed hard onto the ground. "Are you willing to pay?" Potter said with what Riddle believed was the sexiest purr he had ever heard in his long history of sex.
"Yes and no." He said hoarsely. He wasn't about to give his mind away to the top criminal of the largest city in the nation, and he wasn't about to be controlled by someone who had the potential of ripping him into pieces with anything that comes in handy. "Yes, we'll have sex, and no, you will not be on top." He said all this with a broken voice, beyond excited from the danger. He caught the man's broad shoulders and twisted a muscle where he knew would loosen the man's grip immediately and pushed the man back down onto the ground with great strength. Potter groaned at the loss of opportunity to be on top.
"You don't play nice, puppy boy." Potter taunted with a darkened gaze.
"I never do." Riddle replied with ease. He came down upon the other man hard. He got excited even more as he heard the man moan with pleasure and pain. He licked blood off of the man's pale cheeks and bit down again on the man's neck. They made as little noise as possible, contrary to Riddle's past record, though small thumping noises still could be heard as Riddle hit the man to the ground again and again.
"Fuck you, Riddle." Potter said with a twisted smile and madness in his eyes.
"Fuck you, Potter." He shot back with the same twisted expression.
The red-eyed young man stopped to look at the green eyes that seemed to have the ability to speak. They were beautiful eyes. Cold beyond belief, empty to a point that they seemed to be able to suck you right in, but beautiful. Then, there was a scar that he had discovered while exploring the man's body - a large, white, horizontal scar across the man's chest, which was probably quite fatal at the time when the man received it. He pointed at the large scar and asked, "Whatever happened to you?"
"An accident." The man sealed his lips right after that.
"Really. Well, it's three a.m. already. I've got to get back to bed - I mean, the driver's seat."
"Oh, poor Riddle, want to snuggle up with me?"
"And there would be no bus driver in the morning. I don't think so." He got up and picked out his leather long-jacket and the remaining of his clothes and staggered back to the driver's seat naked.
"Night, Potter, don't go harassing SIN5 when you get back."
"I don't harass him, I pet him and spoil him. In fact, I almost got to kiss him. Only he said no with a suicidal-threatening look. I didn't want that pretty little doll to die so soon. And, didn't you know his name?"
"No." Riddle turned around curiously. "What is his name?"
"Not telling." The other man said while walking away. "I need to get some rest. We've got eleven more nights to go, remember, Riddle?" And with that the man disappeared into the dark space at the end of the bus.
"Bastard." Riddle muttered.
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The next morning was pretty sweet. Everything was in the right order. The five prisoners sitting obediently at the back of the bus, the sun was shining, and there were a lot of hot-looking girls in bikinis visible as they drove on the highway along the beach. Riddle was beginning to like this job.
Then, Out of nowhere there was a screeching sound as the prisoner bus suddenly ran out of control. One of the plates of the tires shot outward and flew across the air and shot into a palm tree on the road. Riddle grasped at the wheel desperately and cursed out loud when they approached to a market area, where thousands of tourists were wondering around on the street. "Get the hell away!! MOVE!!!" He shouted. The bus was getting out of control and fire sparks splattered into the air as the outer shell of the bus hit a role of metal poles along the sidewalk. "FUCK!" Riddle shouted.
Kent was standing up. A man like him would be the first one to ensure his life safety. He would never care about what happens to the rest of the people. He took this opportunity and broke one of the windows as the bus swung to the left, still in the market crowding area. He held back his bloody fist and knocked clean the rest of the glass and jumped out the bus while it was still moving at top speed.
"FUCK THAT SON OF A BITCH!" The remaining prisoners heard Riddle shouting with, oddly, excitement and a mad smile. "This could be fun, Kent, I'll come after you in a sec." He said.
Then the prisoners, or at least two of them, felt their blood ran cold as they saw what Riddle did while laughing merrily - they were heading straight for an ancient Kauskien site where large rock-built walls remained as a tourist point. After a few seconds they were crushed into the precious wall of history and James watched with a feeling to burst out laughing and screaming as the ancient wall flew into pieces and the bus remaining unharmed. They were still in their seats, thanks to the seatbelt-procedure, but tourists outside were watching in horror as a bus full of prisoners destroyed the invaluable ancient site.
Riddle set up a parameter of mass wired special electric-charged fences around the bus as he walked out of the vehicle. "Be a group of good boys and stay inside the bus." He told the prisoners lightly as he walked out. "And you won't get fried." That technology he used was a defense shield bought from a black market dealer. He liked the roll of innocent looking wires that could slice a person's fingers right off if they had tried to touch it. He walked outside and told the tourists and market locals to stay away and started hunting Kent again. This time even more challenging, on his crippled leg.
This is the second time that the man tried to escape. Though his methods aren't the cleverest, Riddle had to admire the strong will power that the man had for pursuing freedom, something that Riddle himself had plenty of. He thought.
The insane drive of freedom.
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"Wanna play?" He said with a seducing gaze.
"Poker?" James raised his pretty eyebrows as Potter, SIN1, walked over to his seat. "Nice." He approved of the entertainment that the man had produced out of nowhere. He was still quite alarmed of the man's new development - sudden contact with the others, but he knew if he wanted to stay alive inside the bus with the top criminal of all places, he had to leave the man some room to compromise.
"Yes, poker. But there's more to just poker when you're playing with me."
James tilted his head, watching with caution. "What's the catch?"
"I want to add in a nice little game of Questions and Answers."
"Fine. The winner gets."
"The winner gets." The man agreed with a furtive smile.
TBC.............
A/N: Right, that was okay. I lapsed back into raged mood again today as something infuriating happened to me in the evening. I guess I just happen to be a fast typer when I'm in rage.
Oh well, how was the chapter? Was the snogging part too vague? I was afraid it might hit the NC-17 rating so I kept going back, eliminating many detailed sex scenes.
I like the tensed feeling that I would feel when I'm writing this particular little ficlet. It releases my wrath between the sentences and it's also, hopefully to you, too, kind of satire-humored. I would smirk when I get to the ironic parts and type a little bit slower just to savor the sour taste of the sentences - though there wasn't as much in this chapter as the last one had.
By now you should know some things about the Riddle and the Potter in my world, or at least, in this fic.
Riddle is a freedom-deceived madman. He believes he is a man who had too much freedom on his hands to throw onto the ground, and waste it all over the place. He is not, however, a true free man. He is haunted by his past, he is tethered to having to feel life-threatened once in a while and he is bounded to relate everything back to the incident that had changed his life. He is, in reality, chained heavily to his survivor's guilt in his subconscious. He is most certainly not a true free man.
Potter, on the other hand, has been physically trapped inside the dark sphere for years and years, but that doesn't stop him from releasing the real savagery and raw evilness in his heart. In a sense, he is the one who really knew how to get freedom to a point that the man seemed animal-like, savage. The speed he took to adjust back into communicating with other people after being isolated for so many years was stunningly short. Also, the fact that he could play people's minds right after he started talking with them shows that he really wasn't controlled by anything. He was simply doing whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted; however he wanted it to be.
I don't think I proved these points really well in my writing, but that was a brief character sketch of two of the main characters I wanted to play around at. Draco's little mind and his world will be revealed soon........as soon as I get into the mood of writing in rage again. (I don't know when that will happen, really)
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