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A Flower

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Chapter Three: Just a little Fuck

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A/N:Slash Gorden, Relwarc, Storm-Pietro, catc10 and bradleigh, THANK YOU!!! You guys are so kind as to review! This chapter is for you. Did you know my hands feel all sweaty and moist when someone asks me to continue. I remember all my ideas and then...suddenly... my minds ablank! well, s'okay, I get to write properly anyway. All I have to do is put your hands down the keyboard and the ideas will come out of their hiding.

Sorry if poor Jamie goes through something NO TWELVE YEAR OLD BOY should ever go through but, you see, I keep seeing the Dave Pelzer book "The Child Called It" lying around in my room and I can't take the idea of child abuse out of my head. Someone even e-mailed me a poem that's to be passed around if you are against child abuse. It's a story about a three year old murdured by her drunkard father one night, named Sarah. ;_;

REALLY SORRY!!!

Disclaimer: If they were mine, shouldn't I be rich by now? Well, i'm no where near.

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A flower lives

A flower gives

A flower makes

A flower takes

A flower loves

A flower grows

A flower wilts

A flower dies...

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Jamie ran through the halls. He didn't give a damn where his feet led him. He just ran and ran. He could hear Roberto's cries followed by stomps of running feet, just like his. He could feel tears well up in his eyes as the memory was clear once more in his mind. In this very situation... it was like a replay... only different.

He could remember those nights that his name was called and all he could do was run and hide. The nightmare begins as he gets caught and then........

SLAM!

As soon as his back hit the cold, hard wall and pinned to it his tears fell. The pain showed, mirrored in his eyes. He kept everything all to himself. He did not let a multiple out this time. He trained hard enough just to control his power. Even with multiples around he's lonely... always. He didn't realize who it was. All he wanted to happen was to escape the nightmare. He rested his head on a hard surface, narrowly pinning him to the wall. He cried and whimpered. A child can do so little.

"What the ... what the fuck is going on!?" Roberto sighed in frustration. His breath uneven. Jamie couldn't answer... hell, he couldn't even speak!

"Ro...roberto... berto...bert... o..." Jamie stammered, fisting part of Roberto's shirt. roberto leeaned closer as he felt the warm liquid on his chest, staining the cloth. He wraped his arms tightly around Jamie. He didn't mean to offend Jamie. He just wanted to help. Jamie loosely put his arms around Roberto's waist. He opened his eyes and titled his head upwads. Despite the blur of tears, he could see Roberto's face. It was full of concern and need to help.

"Shh... I'm sorry... I don't wanna push you... Jamie..." Roberto soothed the lithe body in his arms as it shook in tears.

"I... I... Roberto... help me... pls. help... me..." Jamie cried. It always ended this way. Whenever something happened all he could do was cry. All his life he had been crying.

"Roberto... I... I don't want to cry anymore..." Jamie whimpered and drew himself closer to Roberto and tried his best to stop and keep his tears to himself. He didn't want Roberto to pity him.

"Shh... I'll help you... I'll be there..."Roberto tightened his grip on Jamie. It's like his body was acting on it's own and never wanting to let go of the frail boy he held close and dearly.

"Ow... ow, ow... 'Berto... Berto, let go... I can't breath." A puffy eyed Jamie squirmed under him.

Roberto woke up to the reality that Jamie has stopped crying. Sheepishly, he let go of the gasping boy in his arms.

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Jamie scribbled more notes until he finally decieded that he can't handle his mental block. He called out a multiple to do his homework for him. After all, after today, he doubted he could even think straight for the time being. He stood up to take a walk. That way he can be alone and he can have the space he needs.

He stood up and grabbed his jacket. He had to be careful where he passes, he's afraid he might pass Bobby by. Roberto was no problem anymore. Roberto already reassured him that it was okay and he needn't know... unless Jamie wanted to tell him.

He shrugged his jacket on as soon as he reached the main doors. A gush of wind followed him to the gates. The smell of fresh moist grass washing over hm. He really wanted to think. He waltzed all the way to the town square, passing by stores and his school and some houses. He waltzed whereever thinking about his pasr and how excruciating it really was he had to learn to keep his cool and maintain how much he shed his tears.

He wandered into shops and stalls and pretty much everywhere else in that city.

He had practically memorized the twists and turns of the whole place... until he wandered into a very secluded part of the city.

He had no idea why he was even there, deep in thought of the consequences of having to tell the others what happened to him. He was grabbed on the sleeve and turned by a seemingly drunk and high punk. Jamie's eyes widened in horror. He looked into the eyes of his opressor. It was dark and over shadowed. It contained no mercy. No emotion what so ever. Only lust to touch the boy in front him... Jamie.

"Well, well, well... look what we got here. How did this little bitch get here? What's yer' name kid?" The punk asked devoid of all emotion.

"J-Jamie M-m-mad-madrox, sir... pls. lat me... let me... go......."

Jamie couldn't move he was frozen to the spot and the hand on his arm, was now squeazing him, it hurt. Two alien voices came from behind Jamie that he snapped his neck toward the direction, like abird. His neck was now sore as well as his biceps. He was really scared now.

"Gee, i dunno, but it's pretty. Can I have it?" One of them said.

The original one glared "It's mine!"

The second alien voice called out "I get my share, right boss?"

Jamie started to shiver. A cold feeling ran up and down his spine.

"Shut up, you low down fucks! Hold on to this kid while I do it." Their 'boss' stated.

Their boss's two goons took a wrist each and slammed it to the wall and held him hanging there. Multiple man was facing the wall, almost kissing it. Jamie was sure he wouldn't have had the ability to stand anyway. His knees were weakened and shivering along with his whole body. His brain was frozen. It he used his multiples to help him... these punks will kill him because of the mutant conspiracy. He couldn't think. He was in the arms of the enemy and he was really afraid.

The leader of the opressing trio pulled down Jamie's jeans, taking his under garments with it. The lithe boy, gasped at this. With out warning or preparation, he felt something enter him. He gasped bit his lip and he whimpered and cried out loud for help. But the thick walls just let his voice bounce back to him. The punk started to pound into him. thrusting with such force. Jamie felt his skin torn. He felt himself bleed somehow, staining his pale skin. He begged for these bastards to stop. But this only fueled them to keep on going.

They exchanged places and soon all of them has violated Jamie's body. The hours that seemed like forever had ended by the merciless offenders dropping Jamie in a shivering puddle of tears. Their laughter echoing in the narrow path and thick walls of the buildings. bouncing around and peircing his throbbing head. He willed himself to stand and pull his pants up. But within steps, he collapsed onto the floor and laid there unconcious for by-passers to see.

Jamie curled up into a shameful little ball and whimpered to himself. He wanted to die so much... just like when he was little...

Jamie wasn't stupid like the others are...

He knew what it was like to be used...

To be spent....

And he knew the feelinh of hating himself...

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"Welcome to 'Love's Our Game!' How may I help your hungry relationship tonight? Roast chichen? Some Chocolate Mousse? How 'bout mango shake? Sweets special, perhaps? Here's our menu! Enjoy." A really perky girl greeted them and babbled on about what to order on their date until they got to a table.

Bobby was on a date with Jubilee.

As soon as the perky waitress had walked away to wait on another table, Bobby sprawled himself on his chair and Jublee just mad ea face and giggled at Bobby's gesture of confidence.

"So--" Bobby started in the most suave voice he could.

"Oh - My - GOOOOSSHHHH!!! It's Brandon Boyd! Oh god, oh god... oh god.... He's so beautiful! Umm.... Bo-Bobby... do you... do you mind?" Jubilee's emotions changing from giggly preteen-like girl to breathless, tired runner to dreamy girl to begging obsessed fan.

Bobby stared, mouth open and frozen. What else was there to say? Who could deny it? Brandon Boyd was FINE. And fine is HOT! "No... not at all. Go ahead." He said sitting properly now.

He stood up when a punk closely followed by two others, pushed Jubilee out of the way as she spoke to Brandon Boyd.

Bobby stood his ground and came near.

"That wasn't called for buddy, she's to be given respect!" Bobby lectured.

"What are you? An oracle or somethin'? You talk like a preist! What, you think she'll get you laid?" The punk and his croonies laughed at this.

"Now, I don't want a fight! I could call the police right here and now, y'know!!!" Brandon warned and left.

The punk glared at him and turned back to Bobby ruffing his hair with no permission, mind you. "You look just like tha bitch I took a few minutes ago. He was a small. A twerp. A shrimp even. Heh, he was a good fuck."

Bobby stared in confusion at the punk.

"Yeah... his name was... James... Jacky... Jamie... yeah... Jamie.... You his brother or something? 'cause if you are... I won this fight." The punk finished and couldn't help but grin as he saw the mortified look on Bobby's face.

"Your a Madrox, too, huh? I could remember him stutter his name a few hours ago... down by the alley." The punk laughed and left a frozen Bobby and a worried Jubilee behind him.

"D-did something... happen to Jamie?" Jubilee asked in utter worry in her voice.

"Shit!" Bobby ran out of the restaurant leaving a speechless Jubilee behind.

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tbc...

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A/N: I am SOOO disappointed at myself. I've always thought of something happy for our poor Jamie, but I needed a twist for the story. Gomen! Please Review! Pls. no flames, just creative critisism or something. I NEED help. My head's playing with me. ;_;

My chapters are getting longer each time... is that a bad thing? or would you guys like me to shorten it? Just put it in your review.