Grit

Well thank you for the wonderful reviews, I hope you enjoy chapter 2. Oh and I have planned out the story and yes, it is probably going to be around 6 or 7 chapters. Anyway, enjoy! Oh and as I said, the entire story is from Seth's POV so I won't keep putting blah, blah, blah POV, just reminding you so you don't freak over who is giving the inner monologue haha.

Chapter 2: Playing with Matches

"So you want to kill a man, a little young aren't you?" Black said, taking a swig from his small little metal container, filled with something bitter smelling.

"I will have you know that I am 15 years of age, but very smart for my age." He became emotionless again.

"Bit scrawny for your age as well." I glared angrily at him.

"I am not!" He continued showing no emotion.

"You're brave, that's a good and bad thing to be.

We were in my room, thankfully that fool Emmett Cullen had left.

"Well anyway…we are going to have to leave in the morning if you want to get a head start…plus I need to stay out of town for about a week."

"Ya, about that…why did you kill that man?" He stared blankly at me with a single, chocolate brown eye.

"Why not?" he stood and pulled back the curtain on the window. Outside the world was black.

"Right…sleeping in here tonight."

"What? I only have one bed."

"Guess we're sharing…unless you want the police to catch me and lose your only shot at catching…"

"Fine!" I snapped. He stared at me before moving to the bathroom.

"I'm taking a shower, go to bed and get some rest. We have a long drive ahead of us and we leave when the world starts lighting up again." He walked into the bathroom and suddenly the shower started.

"I need to do my bathroom things!" I growled.

"Then do them, I don't care, you're my boss remember?" I walked in, and there he was, nude and getting in the shower. I tried not to stare at his ripped back and perfect ass.

"How old are you Mr. Black?" he jumped in the shower and closed the curtain before answering.

"22."

"Seriously?" What where the chances I would meet two 22 year olds, both involving my search, on the same day?

"What? Hard to believe?" I stripped off my shirt and looked down, blushing at how hard I was, but choosing to ignore it.

"A little, I was told you have killed many men."

"As many as necessary." He said seriously. I just shook my head.

"But…you are so young."

"I am not going into details about my past, if that's what you are hoping for."

"I was just curious…" the curtain flew open, and his naked wet body greeted me.

"I have only told one person about my past, and that's because I trusted say person, got it?"

I couldn't speak; his area was leaving me speechless. Ripped stomach, huge arms, huge legs, and huge thing. He was like one of those ripped muscular Olympian statues I had seen in one of my history books at school.

Perfection.

"Good, you got it." He closed the curtain and I had the urge to touch myself.

"I will be right back." I said. I walked out, the key to the suit in my hand, and walked out, my T-shirt thrown on backwards. I quickly walked through the halls and into a bathroom. I quickly checked to make sure I was alone, and then stripped my pants down to my ankles in one of the stalls. I stared at my hardened cock and quickly started pumping it.

I didn't do this often. I found the act of masturbation degrading and vulgar…but seeing perfection like that…it was something I couldn't ignore. I had never wanted to ejaculate as much as I did then. I pumped myself roughly, precum spilling down my penis's head. I started breathing heavily as I got closer to that feeling.

Excluding this time, I had only done this three other times. The first when I was 12, and that was an accident. I had accidently stumbled onto a video of some man taking another man's thing in his ass and watching it had made my thing hard. I proceeded to hump a pillow, unsure why I had wanted to, and soon found myself cumming onto it. It had terrified me and I didn't do it again, until 5 weeks later. When the memory of how good it felt overtook me and I did it again to a picture of a shirtless famous actor in a magazine. After that, I swore I would never do it again, and I didn't for about 2 years until one day I had woken up and found my lower body covered in the cum. I had had a wet dream, a dream of the things in the video happening to me, causing me to orgasm.

After that, I had never masturbated or had a wet dream, not wanting to degrade myself with such unruly behavior…until seeing Jacob Black.

A little moan escaped my lips as that feeling started building up, feeling ridiculously good. I started to sweat. I groaned, my mind was filled with images of that man naked, touching my area, pressed his naked body up against mine, touching his perfect ass. He picked me up and letting me grind against his body until I released myself all over him.

I gave out a chocked sob as cum exploded out of me, all over the floor. I groaned, riding it out, until the feeling disappeared and I smacked my head, ashamed. I quickly pulled up my pants and walked back to the room. The shower was off and he was now dry, and now crawling into my bed, nude.

"Seriously?" I growled. He looked up, seeming bored.

"I sleep nude."

"Please at least put on pants."

"Fine, not worth losing money over." He jumped out and threw on loose sweat pants.

"Shirt too."

"Now you are asking too much." He said. I just sighed.

"Fine, not worth losing a bounty hunter over." I walked into the bathroom and said.

"Shower."

Before moving inside to take one, closing the door quietly behind me. I felt cleaner, physically and mentally, after the shower. I tossed on sweat pants and a baggy shirt before exiting the room. The lights had been turned off and Black sleep soundlessly in the bed, the eye patch still around his head. I was curious to see what was under that patch, but then he would wake up and probably leave out of anger, or just plain kill me. I think at that moment it hit me, what I was doing, what I had already done and seen.

The bar had shown me what was going to happen, what needed to happen, and for a brief second it scared me beyond belief. But then I remember seeing me dead father in the coronary and my resolve came back to me. I wanted to cry for my father, but there was no time for that, and no time for weakness.

I walked over to the desk and grabbed a piece of paper and a pen. I wanted to write a letter to my mother, telling her what I was doing, what I was going to do, and why I had to do it. Tell her I love her and that I would be back, hopefully.

I sighed and took a deep breath before coming up with what I wanted to say.

Mother

I am to be leaving on a quest to look for father's killer. I have hired a bounty hunter, who is going to help me capture the man who killed father. Sam Uley is the man's name, in case you have already forgotten, I know you have memory troubles.

Anyway, I will be back as soon as I can, but I honestly cannot say when that will be. Until he is dead I will continue searching. Leah's birthday is in 10 days, so please tell her I love her and that her big brother will be home soon, but be vague about that, as I said, I am unsure when I will be home.

Please make sure you take care of things until I get home.

Best wishes,

Seth

I sighed as I stared at the letter, unsure exactly what to think of it. Perhaps it was too long? She is a very stupid person; I doubt she knows what vague means. I might as well say 'Best wishes! Home soon!' and be done with it. But I suppose it doesn't matter, as long as she at least tries to understand it.

I rubbed my eyes and yawned, worn out and out of it.

"Bed time I guess."

"Quiet." I quickly turned.

"What?" Jacob was behind me, his guns in hand, by guns I mean two silver handguns, not his arms.

"Shh." He said quietly. He walked slowly over to the door, now 5 feet away from it. I looked down, and was shocked to see a shadow standing in front of the door. Jacob kneeled down, still 5 feet away, and waited. The shadow stayed for a second before moving away. Jake kept kneeling and I hid behind a wall, looking around the corner at the door.

Suddenly the light outside the door went out.

"Fuck." Black said, standing.

"Gather your stuff, now." I quickly started putting my things in my black back, getting out my gun and loading it, safety was turned off. I threw the backpack around my shoulder and waited, not bothering to toss on a shirt. I quickly ran in the bathroom, and threw those bath things in my bag. I gathered his things for him, and soon his bag was packed as well. It was small like mine, so I tossed that around my shoulder as well. I got back around the wall and waited.

Jacob had not moved the whole time, kneeling once again and waiting.

"Open the window." He said, slipping on a pair of boots.

"Get your shoes on as well." I slipped on my sneakers and opened the door as wide as I could. The cool air nipped at my skin, sending a shiver through my body, it was freezing outside.

"Come on." Jacob mumbled.

Suddenly the lock on the door shoot out of the door, the door opened slowly.

BANG BANG BANG

Jacob shoot into the door three times before turning.

"Out, NOW"

"Wha.." He picked me up and threw me out the window. I yelled in surprise and landed on my feet, luckily we weren't high up. I looked up and he landed with ease before grabbing me and pulling me under the porch. He looked into the front office, which still had lights on, and I couldn't see because he had me behind me, but I saw a pool of blood, the nice woman who had shown me to my room was dead.

"S-she…"

Thud

I turned; someone was standing right where we had landed.

BANG

The figure collapsed, Jacob's gun was pointing right at the figure.

"We need to go, now." I nodded and he grabbed my hand.

"When I say three, run as fast as you can, don't stop, get to my car." I nodded. He suddenly tensed.

"3" I ran as fast as I could, leaping over the dead body as I ran towards the car, it was about 30 feet away.

BANG BANG BANG BANG

I didn't turn to see who was shooting I kept running, 20 feet.

BANG

I saw something whiz past my head and slap into the concrete in front of me, causing sparks to fly up.

10 feet

BANG

I yelped in surprise as a sharp pain suddenly entered my shoulder. I looked at it as I ran, it was bleeding badly, but it should be fine, it has just grazed it.

BANG

I heard someone scream, a woman's scream. Finally I was at the Hummer and dived behind it, my chest beating a mile a second and a sharp pain in my shoulder and side. I looked around the car, my vision somehow heightened thanks to the adrenaline flowing through my body. I could see flashes and loud gunshots filling the night air. Until finally there was one more flash and a scream and it was over. I quickly pulled out my gun and kneeled, waiting. Praying that Jacob wasn't dead.

All that I could see was darkness, the only light coming from the hotel.

Then the gun was suddenly ripped from my hands and a hand was over my mouth. I screamed and struggled but all I heard was Shhh.

"Seth stop, it's me Emmet!" he hissed. I stopped and turned, Emmet was staring at me.

"Be quiet kid, there may be more, depending if Black got them all." He let me go, and I ripped the gun out of his hand and said.

"What the hell Cullen! What are you doing here?"

"I was leaving town when I heard the gunshots, I saw you and Black jump out of the hotel, and I saw three of them surrounding the place. I was coming to help but then I saw you running this way…" suddenly footsteps could be heard approaching and he shut up. I looked around, and there was Jacob, walking angrily, like he was very pissed off about something. He was covered in blood.

"You owe me another 500 kid." He growled.

"And another shower, I got blood all over…" Suddenly he raised the gun; it was pointed right at Emmet.

"No, Black, wait…" Emmet strolled out, his own black handgun aimed right at Jacob.

"Stop you two!" I hissed. They both stopped glaring and turned only their heads to look at me, both guns still pointed at each other.

"Emmet this is Black, my Bounty Hunter. Jacob, this is Emmet Cullen, someone else looking for Uley. He's a friend, now both of you put down the guns." Black shrugged and put his down, but suddenly did a quick turn and fired. Emmet fired as well, and suddenly there was a thud in the dark. From the flash of the guns, I saw some guy fall to the ground dead.

"600." Jacob huffed, standing back up.

"No, still 500, I got him."

"No I did." Black growled.

"No I did!" Emmet snapped.

"Are you two kidding me? I can smell the testosterone from here. Shut the fuck up, we need to get out of town, before the police get here."

"Fine." Black said.

BOOM

We all turned, and to my shock, a car was shot in the air like a fireball.

"What the…that's my car." Emmet said, in shock.

"That…why…" Suddenly the car next to it exploded as well.

"Ha, the Domino, classic." Black said, going around to the front door.

"Get in, both of you, it's time to leave." Suddenly another car exploded. I quickly got in the front seat, while Emmet got in the back, that black bag of his seeming to magically appear around his shoulder. I hadn't noticed he had it before. The car roared to life, and suddenly we were tearing out of the parking lot just as another car exploded, making it the 5th.

"What did you mean The Domino?" I said as we drove away from the fire and the hotel.

"It's a biker thing…see they apparently knew you ran over to the cars, but were unsure exactly where you were. So instead of looking, they simply blew up a car, and caused a domino effect with the rest of the cars. Hoping to either kill you or weed you out so they could do it themselves."

"That's…but they saw your car…won't they…"

"They will, but don't worry about that. We are going to get that taken care of soon." We were now on a back road, nothing but fields covered the left and right of our car. He drove suddenly into one of the fields and parked and turned off the car. He jumped out, the moon lighting his moves, and walked around to the back of his car. I jumped out and followed him. Emmet stayed where he was, seeming still in a daze about the loss of his car.

"What are you doing?"

"Taking care of the other two or three guys who blew up the cars." He suddenly opened a large secret compartment, inside was a sniper rifle. 5o caliber sniper rifle. I stared in shock.

"Where…in the world…did you get…a gun like that?"

"I thought we agreed not to talk about my past." He said, yanking it out and walking around to the front of the car.

"Well…ya but…"

"It was a gift, that's all you need to know."

"All….right." He set the gun up on the hood of his car, loaded it, and waited. I sat behind him, watching the road just like him. It was nothing but darkness for the longest time before I saw them. Twin single lights coming down the road quick.

"Ahhh so just two, Good, I hate wasting bullets on trash." He chuckled, more to himself than me. He fired; the sound was astounding to my ears.

BOOM

One of the lights disappeared and I thought I saw the man driving fly through the air, he was dead. Jacob immediately began reloading, as the other light got even closer, seeming to be going even faster.

BANG BANG BANG

The man on the bike was firing at us, but not getting close to us.

"Ah, nice and reloaded." Suddenly the bike stopped, and I could just make out the man jumping off and running at us full speed, screaming his head off like a banshee.

"What a fool." Jacob chuckled. He fired, and I saw half of the man's head suddenly just disappear. The body flew backwards and landed, unmoving. I stared in shock, and Jacob pulled out his handgun and fired, the headlight on the bike switched off. He repacked the gun in the back and got into the driver's seat. I got in as well; Emmet seemed even more shocked than before, he must have seen the show.

"We are going to have to drive for a little while before we can stop again…but at least no one is following us." Jacob cackled, not seeming to care that he was covered in blood, and I mean that in both senses.

"Mr Black." I said, after we had drove for a few minutes.

"You said you only told one person about your past...what happened to them?" For once, the man actually smirked.

"You saw that man back there, the last one I killed?"

"Ya."

"Well it was like that, except there wasn't a head left."

Mmk…so I had some fun writing the action scenes…I originally wasn't gonna add the masturbation scene but I figured I should give you something, considering all the gory action that was going to happen AFTER that so…ya! Also, about lemons, if there are going to be any I have no clue when…If there end up not being any then I apologize but I mean if one just doesn't fit in with the story then it doesn't…haha I made it a rule not to sacrifice realism for sex :D Anyway, I hope you enjoyed, please review!