A/N: To be honest, I was considering dropping this, since it took me almost a month to get any reviews! ( ) However, I do thank CountryBoy22 & KneazleTheWeazle for reviewing (esp. possitive ones lol). Well, I'm going to try to do my best on this story, so we'll see how I fare...
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Ryan was out winded. One block to go, obviously looking suspicious. Luckily, none of the squad cars had seen him flee the scene, and were too preoccupied with Summer's injuries to care.
He turned the corner, and saw the small, poor excuse of a store. He had never been pleased to see the place before, but its enthusiasm-lacking employees were a sight to behold. The Wave was a haven. Now, to find the guy.
He walked inside the store, obviously a wreck. He was sweating, looking grungy, and, though he couldn't tell himself, most likely smelled putridly.
"Umm, can I help you sir?" the girl behind the counter asked him. She was short, and so thin that he would have bet she was bulemic. She leaned on the counter, absent mindedly curling a locke of her blonde hair in between her index and middle fingers.
"I'm looking for someone." he replied. he walked past her, into the store. It contained but only five racks, and a few shelves. They couldn't hide anywhere without being noticed. He glanced at the clock in the store, a large Coca-Cola cap with hands.
Technically, he still had two minutes, so where was the son-of-a-bitch who had taken Seth? Ryan was weaving between the racks, numberous times as a matter of fact, but no one else was in the store. It would have saved some time, if the girl had just told him that in the first place.
Ryan was taken back, however, when there was a loud ring. It was a cellphone, somewhere in the nearby rack. he heard the second ring, and began flipping through the button shirts. Third ring, he found the phone casually sitting in one of the front chest pockets. Forth ring, cut short, for he answered the call.
"Hello?" Ryan answered. He knew who it was on the other end, probably laughing their ass off. "So, the rabbit runs, and obviously aware of 'Ben', all to save one person."
"Rabbit, Ben, what the fuck does all of this mean!" he yelled, and then quieted a little when he saw the girl watching him. "Just a pondering quote in my mind." the voice replied.
"Look, I have the money, so please, just let Seth go."
"Aww, now I can't do that."
"Then where are you? I thought we were gonna trade off." Ryan hissed. He then heard the bastard laughing.
"You, the brave young suitor, trying to save the slave of fashion who boasts in the glory of others - willing to sacrafice yourself in the progress...a brilliant saranade, don't you think?"
"Yeah, I am willing to sacrafice myself for Seth. So why don't you show your fucking face and take the money, so you can just leave us alone."
"Your lover makes a passionate plea, Seth is it?" Ryan heard him call out toward the back ground. "You will meet me behind Hardigan's Hardware, in the warehouse parkinglot."
There was a click, and the phone call was ended with silence. Ryan pocketed the phone, and was on his way out. "Uh - sir?" the girl called. "You dropped something." she said, holding up his wallet. How the hell had that fallen out? he had deep pockets.
He felt around his back pocket, and found a hole. He must have somehow busted the seems, luckily it didn't fall out while he was running.
It hung open in her hand. He cautiously took it from her, and gave her a thankful nod. There, before him, was his picture of Seth. He remembered the picture.
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Seth was beautiful. Not that Ryan meant he looked femminen, just that he was such a sight to see. His features where greatly complimented in the sunset light, and the sea and the beach definitely made the atmosphere settling.
"Ryan, when are we going to tell everyone?" He asked. He leaned back on his elbows, lying out, and watching the ocean waves. Ryan almost wasn't even there, lost in Seths silhouette.
"I dunno..." he replied. He leaned over Seth, giving him a long, drawn out kiss. Pulling away, he admired the way Seth froze everytime they kissed, almost like he was absorbing every escence.
"We'll just go with it. Let 'em find out on their own." he said, sitting up. Seth looked at him.
"I don't want them to figure it out on their own. I want a real relationship. I want you for myself. I wanna go to dinner, or go to a movie, or even just be seen together in public." Seth told him. "We are seen together in public." Ryan laughed.
"Ryan, you know what I mean." he said. Ryan did know what he meant. Seth wanted all of that smothering, affectionate, couply bullshit. And, secretly, Ryan did too.
"Seth, you know I like you, but I'm also with Marrisa..." Ryan told him. True, it wasn't what Seth wanted to hear, at all, nor was it something Ryan wanted to say to him, but it did shut Seth up.
"Well, you've gotta choose sometime. I don't mean to pressure you into it, but it is true. She needs to know that you're bi, or whatever you are..." Seth told him, sitting up and putting him arm around Ryan's neck.
Ryan wasn't really "bisexual", at least he didn't think so. He had never felt attracted to any other guy than Seth before. Maybe he was confusing his feelings with a deep friendship, or maybe he really did like Seth in that way. It was here, that Ryan decided that there were some things to life that he would never understand.
"Well I've taken the liberty to make a game out of the situation..." Seth said as he stood up. He walked about five feet in front of Ryan, and pulled out two small pieces of paper. He laid them on the ground and walked back.
"Here..." he said, hnding Ryan a dart.
"What's this for?" he asked Seth. Seth kneeled down beside him, and stared before them.
"Over there are two pictures. One of moi, and one of Marrisa. Toss the dart, and if it lands on Marrisa, then you stay with her. If it lands on me, then you're mine." he explained casually.
"Seth, do you actually expect me to put my heart into what direction the wind is blowing?" he laughed. He then realized that Seth was dead serious. He hadn't thought it would come down to this.
"Ryan, I'm tired of waiting on you to decide on your own. I see you with Marrisa, and it's killing me. So, I want you to just trust fate."
"And if I don't believe in 'Fate'?"
"Then believe in what you want." he said. Seth had to go and be the vague one didn't he?
Ryan sighed, and pulled his arm up. he took a deep breath, and flipped the dart upward and into the air. the aim wasn't bad, as it had actually hit one of the photo's dead center.
Ryan stood up to see which one it had hit, but Seth knew which one was which, so he had no need to see. He watched as Ryan bent down and picked up the small sheet of paper.
Seth watched him walk back and sit by Seth. They sat in silence until Ryan finally put his arm around Seth, and he snuggled back into him.
"Ryan, I know it was Marrisa." Seth said. Ryan remained silent, and stayed in the moment. He ripped up the picture of Marrisa, and tossed it into the sand. He then pulled out his wallet, and put Seth's picture in it.
"It's a good photo of you." he told Seth. Seth only looked confused.
"C'mon. You didn't actually think I'd go with what a dart told me to do, did you?"
Seth laughed slightly, but he knew Marrisa was first and foremost.
"Seth, you worry too much." were the last words spoken, before Ryan visciously "attacked" him in that spot that night.
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The warehouse was pretty much abandoned. There seemed to be no one in sight. No employees, no teens, no one. Then, a black car pulled into sight. It was a Hearse, which made Ryan feel a little uncomfortable. However, the last thirty-five minutes had been pretty hectic, so he was just a mental mess anyway.
A man stood out of the Hearse, tall. He looked mid-thirties, shoulder length black hair, and black sunglasses. he walked toward Ryan, and stopped about ten feet away, staring.
"Toss the money." he called out. It definitely wasn't the voice on the phone. "First show me Seth!" Ryan demanded in return. The man nodded, understandably, and whistled.
The back hatch swung open, and the lackeys inside pushed out a large casket. It hit the ground with a loud, hard thud.
"It fit him perfectly, y'know? Red oak, laquered finish, a real 'beaut'. It was a lil' snug for me, but he's got room to scrath away in it." he guy told him. The men wearing black masks, who had pushed the casket out, jumped out of the vehicle to crobar the large container open.
They busted the latches, and pulled out a very disgruntled, scared young man.
"Seth!" Ryan called out. one of them quickly spun him around, and held a knife up to his throat.
"Hold it there, hero-boy." the man said. "We got the small matter about the cash." Ryan looked to him, and then back to Seth, who was pleading for Ryan to just hand the money over.
"You can tell the fuck that called me that this money came straight from Caleb's business." Ryan said as he tossed the bag in the air.
The man bent down to the ground, and picked up the smalle bag. He looked down to the bundles, and smirked. "Well, he's your bitch now. Go on, take him." he said. The men let Seth go, and he ran over to Ryan.
Ryan held Seth close to him, and felt the smaller frame ball into his shoulder. Ryan didn't want to let go, and didn't plan to either.
Suddenly, the sound of sirens could be heard all around, and within seconds the five of them were surrounded.
"Son of a BITCH!" the man yelled. "You led them here!" he yelled to Ryan. Ryan shook his head, still holding Seth.
At this moment, the man had withdrew a 9mm from his back pocket, and pointed it at Ryan.
"PUT THE GUN DOWN, AND BACK AWAY" the megaphone blared from the squad car.
"The rules were simple, but you failed. He dies now!" he said. He pulled the trigger, and Seth turned around to see what he was doing. Of course no one can out od a bullet in terms of speed, but ryan tried to push Seth out of the way in time.
At this moment, Chaos consumed the small parkinglot behind the hardward store, and guns were fired everywhere. The outcome: Hears cronies dead, Man in black glasses dead, and a few officers taken down with them.
As for Seth, Ryan had moved his head out of bullet's line, but he couldn't keep inevitability away. The bullet had hit him in his neck, in his juggular artary. Blood was shooting like a pump, and Ryan tried to put his hand over the wound to stop it.
Seth was dazed, unable to sepak, coughing up blood. Ryan was panicking, histericle about the situation. Slowly, Seth's eyes began to loll.
"No...No! Seth, hang in there!" He said. "Help! Call an ambulence!" He screamed to the police. They rush over to his aide, but they knew nothing to help this situation.
"Seth. Seth! Wake up, c'mon." he said, grabbing his head. Seth's breathing shallowed, his pulse almost completely stalled. And then, he was gone. His eyes stared lifelessly into Ryans. And, as it is true that rarities occur, Ryan broke down.
Seth was killed. Warm tears fell unto dry, crimson stains, mixing and running down Seths limp body.
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A/N: This was shorter than I had expected, but now that I'm back into writting it, I should have a new chapter every day lol - as if hehehe. Well, REVIEW please, as to keep spirits up. THNX ; D