Chapter Two: No one cares. . .
'Swish', swish' Undertaker waved about his dangling sleeves as he trotted around casually whistling to himself. How on earth did the Undertaker plan on capturing a target he'd never seen? Tracking? It's not like he could do that even if wanted to. No, in fact there was no way he could catch his target, yet he continued on walking. "wah~, such a beautiful place~" Undertaker exhaled with a smile. Right . . . it was for the scenery. . .
Though no one in their right minds would ever call a deserted, dark, eerie and noiseless forest beautiful. But then again, this was Undertaker, what else is to be expected?
Farther away in the forest, the target dressed in a dark red females robe kept walking after having woken up shortly. He was running away from a man because men always made him uncomfortable, especially selfishly lustful men. He figured there would be wanted papers out, though it had only been a day since he escapes. No doubt there would be bounty collectors on the hunt by now so stopping wasn't an option. He wanted to be as far away from that man. The target twitched upon his recollection of bad memories while he was captured and detained by that horrid man. Of course nothing physical ever happened to him though it was evident in his enslaver's eyes. Apparently, his past enslaver was waiting for an opportune moment? Thankfully, for the target, he was able to flee before the "opportune moment" could come.
It's always been like this . . . he thought to himself as he paced slowly, the memories of his life rushing through his head. He stopped, getting a view of the next village. Should he go? He was desperately hungry, he had money, but if the posters were out, he'd be risking getting taken back to that man. But what if the posters weren't out yet, he could make a quick stop. No! He bit his lip, biting back the urge to enter the village. 'Grooowwl' "Oh, great . . . not now" The boy whined to himself, feeling his hunger take over his logical reason to avoid the village.
So it was now due to his inconsolable hunger that he was sneaking through corners. Luckily, it was rather gloomy and foggy at this time, sneaking in for some food shouldn't be too hard. Of course he didn't plan on just taking the food and fleeing, he'd leave money behind he thought. After all, thievery just wasn't in him.
He could hear a few men's voices coming close and he quickly hid behind crates in an alley until they passed. He was also thankful that the village seemed to not have many people outside . . . which struck him as odd. Never the less, he continued on his search for food which was coming up to no avail. He stopped, peering his eyes out to make sure the coast was clear. Right, left, then right again. Slowly and steadily, he walked out, keeping his eyes out for signs of restaurants or shops nearby. But nothing.
"Armory number 1. . .Armory number 2. . . And 3?" He read as that seemed to be the only thing around. "But why so many armories?" He mumbled to himself, starting to get suspicious of the area.
"It's so intruders don't have a chance of escaping" a rough voice spoke out, alarming the other. The target turned quickly, shocked to have been found so easily. "Oh? What's this? A pretty woman?" the other rose his brow, taking in the view of the beautiful "woman" standing surprised in front of him. He was ugly, huge, and rugged, with black hair and brown eyes, a scar running down his left eye and a stubby beard. "Please . . . I was just lost" the target said slowly, having reason to believe the other hadn't recognized him by his features meaning the news of his escape had not reached this man.
"I take it that'd have to be true, you see, this camp doesn't get many women around" he said oddly sleazily. The beautiful target paused a bit, a-a camp?! "Though, we really don't ever get any women alone" he smirked slowing down on the last word, "you're a runaway" he guessed it and the target's eyes widened. "And judging by the surprised look on your face, I'm taking it I'm right" he laughed bitterly to himself. He glanced back to the intruder, his gaze more serious, "that also means whoever you belonged to probably wants a good sum for you back," he grinned, "or dead". The other stood surprised, panicking in his head. What should I do? At this rate, even if he doesn't know who I am, I'll be taken back! Should I try and fight him and hope to knock him out and run? Do I even have any other option?
"But I won't do that," he suddenly said making the other pause in surprise, "no, I'd be very stupid to do that" and he laughed approaching the beautiful boy he presumed a woman, "when I can just play with you first". The target winced, taking a step back, raising his arms in defense, ready to fight, with a serious gaze. The other stopped, paused for a few seconds before laughing out loud outrageously and mockingly to the other. The target frowned a bit, quite insulted by that, "don't think I can't put up a fight!" he warned though the other was still not convinced.
"A fight? Oh no no no, never would I hit a lady I planned on screwing," he smirked, "that is, until I've already had my share of the fun". The other paused, "s-share . . .?" he muttered, getting an eerie feeling from it. The man just smirked and drew his fingers to his mouth and blew out a loud whistle before grinning to the target, "you'll see soon angel face". Within a matter of seconds, several other men came surrounding and whistling to the targeted boy.
"What you got here?" one said, snickering along with several others as they eyed him up constantly with their lecherous gazes. Feeling cornered, the targeted boy momentarily panicked, what should he do?
"I figured," the rugged man rose his voice, announcing to his fellow men, "that once we have some fun with our little stowaway, we could return her for a fee, doesn't that sound like a good idea men?" The others immediately talked amongst themselves, sounding excited, soon all agreeing to this plan.
Run! Run! Run! RUN! He yelled in his head and finally bolted towards the alleyway as quickly as he could, his little heart pounding in great fear. "Where do you think you're going!?" One man, slim and lanky grabbed him from the hair and slammed down, forcing him to the floor roughly. The target grunted in slight pain and quickly drew out his hair pin which had a small blade at the end and slashed the lanky man's hand. He yelled in surprised pain, blood coursing out. The boy got up, pushing aside the man and began running again only to be stopped by another appearing abruptly in front of him, roughly grabbing him by his shoulders.
"Let me go!" the blond squirmed. "Wahh!" he squealed being shoved roughly to the wall as the others closed in. "You little bitch!" the lanky man came running with his fist out and in fear the boy closed his, bracing for the impact. . . . . he opened his eyes surprised to see the rugged man holding the other one down. "We do not bruise or cut women we haven't played with you idiot!" he looked angry as he twisted the other's arm behind his back, making his shriek in pain. "Damn you!" the lanky man cursed, "the bitch cut me!" he scowled making excuses.
"WE DO NOT BRUISE THE WOMEN WE HAVEN'T SCREWED YET!" he yelled this time, making everyone around him shut up. H-he's c-crazy!—this man is insane! The blond screamed in his head as the rugged man came approaching him once more, only with the rest of his scoundrel group of men closing in as well. His breathing quickened, fear sinking in, his body quivering and frozen, keeping from him being able to run again. "I- I-I-I AM NOT A WOMAN!" he yelled at the top of his lungs in a last attempt, hoping that would discourage them. They paused for a moment, observing his chest, noting that it was obviously flat.
The rugged man then snickered and laughed slowly louder before setting his dark gaze back on him, "we can work with that".
Meanwhile, still back in the forest, the Undertaker continued his "happy" whistling as he trotted along before he stopped upon a small village. "LET ME GO!" a voice rang out loud. The Undertaker paused, "have I found you rather quickly?" he said to himself as a grin grew across his face, "I think I have~".
Kicking and screaming, he punched where he could as his clothes were ripped and shredded from him as they held him down forcibly. He could feel their disgusting hands trying to roam his body as he struggled. His eyes watered, this is why he hated men. Because they could never control their lust, could never their need to dominate over him. It had been like this all his life, everywhere he went, always becoming the "possession" of a new selfish and greedy "lord", always the victim of assaulters like these. And never had any man proven him wrong about them. And now he had to brace himself as this mob of attackers could very well be the very mob who succeed in taking him.
He hated this . . . he hated all of this . . . and as they tore away at his robe, trying to defile him with their lands and reeking mouths, he let out his first set of tears, tears he'd never had to shed before. No one ever cared about him truly, no one ever bothered to know him really, and always he was the target of someone's perverse desires . . . couldn't he be just a little wrong? For once, couldn't he just be wrong?
"SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME!" he shouted and sobbed, doubting any one would come for him because nobody. . . 'gurck' there was a gagging noise and something splatted down his face and everything stopped. "You bastard!" he heard curses thrown only to be soon followed by shrieks and then silence. The boy paused, unsure of what had happened as he rose his hands to his face, I-is this BLOOD?! His eyes widened, breaths quickening . . . because nobody. . .
Sitting up slowly, his eyed widened in horror to scene of blood splattered about everywhere with one tall man in black odd clothing with hair long and silver hiding his face, with only a wide grin across his face standing in the middle of it. "You called~" a soothing voice called out with a playful tone.
Because nobody . . . cared . . .?
(I know chapter 2 was a little boring but I didn't want them to meet with Undertaker capturing him by chance, I wanted something exciting so I hope this will do)
