Kain really gross

"What? My Dad?!"

Rock winced at the shrillness of his own voice. It seemed that whenever he got really stressed out, or very angry, he regressed past puberty. Of course, who could blame him for being pissed? A couple of moments ago, just when he managed to drift off into restless sleep, somebody smashed open his window with the butt of a rifle.

Fuck, it's boss's car too… He's gonna yell at me...

The sound had violently awakened him, and he instinctively began fighting as he was dragged from the vehicle and thrown to the wet asphalt. It was pitch dark out, and Rock felt himself go cross eyed as he went skidding across the parking lot. Somebody stepped on his neck. Somebody else pressed a gun to his head. A third tied his arms behind his back, and hauled him to his feet. He hollered and kicked and yelled as he was dragged to the warehouse and tied to a chair. There, Kain had been waiting for him with an unhappy look on his face.

You devil bastard!

And just looking at him was making Rock angry.

As far as he was concerned, everything was going just swimmingly. They had succeeded in their warehouse bombing. They had succeeded in the most recent stupid terrorist operation. And now they were all over the news because they had just murdered 30 innocent people! So what the hell did Kain want with him this time?!

Does this bastard want more money? Gah!

Kain didn't want money.

Kain wanted answers.

Despite their grimy surroundings, Kain - as always - looked impeccable. He was dressed rather proudly in his bleached white suit, and was sipping mineral water out of a glass goblet. Rock had no idea where Kain was procuring these sort of luxuries, but had a sneaking suspicion this was the reason Kain was so fixated on cash flow.

After a moment, Kain placed his elbows on the table and leaned towards him. His expression was serious, and his eyes were sharp and searching. If Rock wasn't so filled with anger, he might have realized the danger he was in.

"Terry Bogard came by this afternoon to scout out the location. Three of our guys were knocked out. They've got concussions."

Rock glared at the willowy man. He was in no mood to be interrogated. His elbow was skinned and it was beginning to sting. There was a scrape on his knee, and the wound was filled with tiny sharp pebbles. He was mentally and physically exhausted, and he also had a gun pressed against his head.

Despite everything, he still couldn't mind his manners. Rock kicked at the table and snarled at Kain.

"Well maybe you shouldn't have fucking blown up a building if you didn't want people after you! We're all over the fucking news. You're crazy if you think this bullshit is my fault!"

Kain stared him down, and ignored his profanity filled outburst. He leaned back in his chair and straightened his bleached-white collar before continuing his accusation in a measured tone.

"Terry's back again. He's looking for you. Two of our guys were just found unconscious near the perimeter of our compound, and it won't be long until he reaches us. You called your Father, didn't you? You tipped him off."

Rock narrowed his eyes.

"I didn't."

"You sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure! You took my phone, remember?! Besides! It's about time I ditch all of you and go home! I never agreed to kill innocent people! I can't believe you! We're supposed to kill Gesse, remember?! Not fucking lawyers!"

Rock kicked the table to make his point. He was fuming, and looked around to glare daggers at the small army surrounding him. His voice went shrill as he rattled his bonds and shouted.

"I can't believe any of you! Those guys weren't gang members! They were a law firm! Are you kidding me? When you said you were gonna get rid of HCon's Law division, I thought you were just going to threaten them or something! You can't just kill whoever you want!"

...

There was a long moment of silence. Nobody moved. Nobody said anything. Rock was breathing heavily. His head hurt. He shut his eyes, gritted his teeth, and bowed his head. After what seemed like an eternity, his breathing calmed, his heartbeat slowed, and he realized what the hell he had just said.

Oh fuck…

He raised his head and met Kain's eyes. What he saw there made him shrink in terror and disgust.

Because Kain was smirking. Smirking with his mother's gentle, playful smirk. He released a liting chuckle which slowly became the most vicious laughter Rock had ever heard. The circle of mercenaries that surrounded them seemed to be holding in their laughter, and finally belted out alongside him. Rock watched them laugh with gritted teeth and tears in his eyes. These weren't men. These were a pack of demons.

"Hehehe~ Ahahahaha! Ohhh, Rocky-boy! You poor naive little brat!"

Kain huffed and daintily flicked tears of laughter from his eyes as he stood to his feet. He planted both palms on the tabletop and leaned forward to gloat over Rock - who could do nothing but stare angrily back at him.

"You have no idea what you've gotten into, haven't you - hmm? How about uncle tells you how it is, eh Rocky?"

The mercenaries chuckled and murmured to each other as - with a screech - Kain shoved the table's edge into Rock's stomach. The sudden impact caused Rock to heave and double over, nearly banging his forehead against the tabletop. Before he could raise his head and make his displeasure known, a hand grabbed a fistful of his hair, and slammed his forehead sharply against the cold metal.

*CRACK*

"Augh!"

Rock gasped and recoiled the impact broke skin. He felt a trickle of hot blood run down his face and sting his eyes. He thrashed and struggled to sit up, but was slammed against the table once again.

"Now, now… listen to me, and be a good boy, Rocky. If you misbehave, I might just need to kill you… you wouldn't want that, hmmm?"

This time Rock gritted his teeth and stayed silent. His brow was locked in a snarl, yet humiliating tears spilled from his eyes. Kain seemed to derive great pleasure in pushing his face against the table. He had leaned forward to speak directly into Rock's ear - softly enough to seem disgustingly sensual, but loudly enough so all could hear.

"Don't you know, Rocky? Haven't you heard… The police are looking for you. They've got teams searching far and wide for our little Rocky-boy. Do you know why?"

Kain didn't give Rock any time to speculate.

"Because Geese Howard owns the police… and Geese Howard knows you helped blow up his warehouse… He saw your face today, as you killed his lawyers. Hell! Geese's information network goes far and wide. Maybe he even knows you're funding this thing! Have you ever thought of that, Rocky?"

All Rock could do was maintain his sideways glare. Obviously, he hadn't considered the consequences of his involvement very carefully. What would happen if they failed to kill Geese Howard? Surely the man wasn't so forgiving. He was so cruel, he even let his wife die for lack of funds. Funds in which he was nigh swimming in. If he found Rock was his enemy, then...

… Shit. He'll hunt me down...

Kain parroted his thoughts.

"You have made a public declaration of war against Howard Connection… So the moment I let you walk out of here, what do you think will happen? Huh? Do you think you can just go back to your normal life? Will Geese just forgive and forget? Think for a moment Rocky-boy. You can't leave. You might as well shoot yourself through the back of the head right now."

A pistol clattered on the table before him.

"I assure you, it will be much less painful than whatever Geese will do when he catches you… do you understand now? Didn't I tell you, you needed to be all in to do this?"

Kain let him go. His tone changed from triumphant to mockingly sympathetic. Rock didn't raise his head from the table. He was feeling sick. His stomach was doing anxious somersaults within his belly… because everything Kain said was true.

Shit shit shit…

"And now, Daddy Wolf is coming here to take baby home… But you can't go home. You need to follow this through, don't you? It's kill or be killed now. That's the law of nature…"

Suddenly, Rock felt his bonds being cut from his wrists. He was forced to sit upright, and the pistol was placed in his hand. As his vision focused, he saw Kain sitting across from him, smiling mom's gentle smile. This time, however, it didn't fill him with rage… It filled him with bitter defeat.

Kain's voice was sweet, like a devil's.

"So, my darling nephew, do you want to live, or die?"

Rock shut his eyes before fresh tears could fall.

With shaking hands, he placed the pistol on the table and bowed his head. He regretted coming here. He truly did. Everyone who cared about him told him not to do this, even so, he had done it… and now… he couldn't go back. The only way out was through. If he wanted to live, he needed to kill.

He needed to kill Geese Howard.

...I'm sorry... everyone...

Rock sighed and covered his face with his hands. He felt alone. He was alone. He had pushed everyone away from him, and found himself in the direst of difficulties without anyone to help. This time, he couldn't run. He couldn't hide. He needed to be here. If he left, he died.

That was a long and short of it.

And even if Terry had come to fetch him… then… then what?

Kain Heinlein seemed to read the thoughts right out of his head. The willowy man smiled, and much to Rock's chagrin, patted his hair.

"That's a good boy… now, let's go talk to Daddy Wolf. Let's see if we can convince him to extend the sleepover."

Yeah so uh... sorry long chap?

I guess TLDR:

1) Rock kinda wants to leave becuase he doesn't want to kill innocents and be a terrorist

2) Kain says he can't because Geese is already hunting him. If he ever wants to live a normal life - he needs to kill geese. (This is the reason Kain let Rock get caught on camera/put fungerprints on everything. to be a scapegoat when shti hits fan wiht police. also to keep Rock from running. Unfortunatley, he didn't forsee Geese nabbing Yag and thereby his $$$$ source. ohwell. win some lose some.)

As much as Ikinda don't like kain, hes pretty smart