Grit
Well I hope you all enjoyed the lemon…the only one there is going to be it seems, as I have just finished planning out the story and there are no more =]
Anyway, Enjoy the chap…I believe this is the last one…then BACDA FINALE O_O
Finale: True Grit
When I woke up in the morning I knew something was wrong. My head was on the soft naked skin of Jacob, his abs working as the cool side of the pillow. I had my arms around his waist; my whole body was pressed tightly against him. He had a hand on my back and was playing with my hair. But that wasn't what was bothering me…he felt tense, very tense. I looked up; he was staring back at me.
"H-hi." I said, nervous as his eye analyzed me.
"Um…last night was…great." I said with a smile, a fake one, but at least I was trying to ease the tension.
"Was it?" he said, suddenly pulling back the covers a little, revealing his cock and showing off my naked hips. He frowned.
"Both naked…fuck." He shook his head and ran his fingers through his short cropped hair.
"Look kid…"
"I know." I said with a shrug. He seemed surprised.
"You do?"
"It was just one of those…one night stand things right?" He didn't reply, but he didn't have to.
"Ya…I know. Its fine." That seemed to surprise him.
"I don't care…I'm just…glad it was you."
"Well…I wish I could remember it." He said.
"I was completely trashed kid; I don't remember a thing that happened last night." I just stared; my first time had been a drunken mistake.
Outstanding
"Ah." I said. I wanted to cry, but I buried that deep inside the pit of my stomach and let the acid destroy it, I wasn't crying. I didn't cry when I saw fathers body, I wasn't going to cry now. I can save all that for when Uley is dead with a bullet I fired in his head.
"Whatever." I said with a shrug. I stood and stretched, my bones cracking in a satisfying manner.
"Get dressed already, today's the day." I said. I turned around; he was still laying there, his naked body still an image of perfection in my eyes.
But, whatever of course
I felt myself get hard and he seemed to notice it as well, that annoying amused smile playing itself on his lips.
"Whatever I did to you, must have been intense." He said. I glared at him angrily, wanting to wipe that smirk off his face.
"Not as much as it was for you…you started crying like a baby after you came." He still had that smile on his face, to my displeasure, my lie apparently didn't work. And to confirm that thought, he said.
" I haven't cried since I was 5 kid, gonna have to do better than that."
"Then how about this." I said angrily. I walked over to him; he stayed there, watching me with curiosity. I crawled on top of him and sat on his abs, they made my butt feel surprisingly comfy. He kept the smile, seeming to be enjoying this greatly.
"A lap dance? Seriously? Come on, do something angry, stupid, aggressive. Do something that'll make me pay for hurting poor sensitive you." I snarled and slapped him across the face. He just laughed.
"Please! That was pathetic!" I started pounding my fists into his chest, but I might as well have been punching a brick wall. He just continued smiling and I did what he wanted, something angry, stupid, and aggressive.
I bit his neck…as hard as I could.
I bit so hard I felt my teeth pierce the skin, blood bubbled to the surface and I could taste it in my mouth. I pulled back, my mouth covered in blood and a bleeding wound in his shoulder.
He didn't even look fazed
I stared in confusion, why the hell had he felt nothing? He smirked, a look of pride on his face.
"Very good kid, you did exactly what I told you to do." I felt the need to cry again. Once again, I was asking myself, who exactly did I hire to help me?
"Y-you…enjoyed that?" I said, confused. He smiled wider, the blood in his wound slowly coming down over his chest.
"Not as much as you did…you felt it didn't you? That thrill, letting go of everything. It feels good doesn't it…Its how I feel when I kill, how you are going to feel when you kill Uley." I stared, my body shaking and the need to throw up suddenly arose. I stood and ran into the bathroom, throwing up everything inside me into the toilet. Some blood dripped from around my mouth into the toilet. I stood, the feeling gone and stared at myself in the mirror. My hair was like his, my skin similar; I even had brown eyes like his eye. Blood was all around my mouth and dripping down onto my chest. I turned on the sink and began thrusting the water onto my face, rubbing my lips raw until I was sure it was all gone. I stared at myself in the mirror, the blood gone and a wild look in my eyes.
What had he seen, what did he see in my chocolate brown eyes? Was there really some killer inside me? I felt my heart beating inside my chest and it took all I had not to cry. I took a deep breath, regaining my control that he could so easily destroy with just a smile and a few words.
"Don't deny it." He said suddenly behind me. I looked up at him confused; his wound had been cleaned and had a few bandages on it.
"You can deny all you want…"
"I'm not like you…a killer who doesn't care about death anymore." He roughly grabbed my wrist and pulled me against him, my chest pressed against his.
"I care." He said, his breath warm against my face, my wrist hurt as he squeezed it.
"I care…I just don't remember them anymore…after a while the faces just start to blur together." He said. Suddenly he kissed me and I yelped in surprise. I roughly shoved him away. He was as hard as a rock, and so was I.
We were both enjoying this
He suddenly grabbed me and lifted me up and forced me out of the bathroom, and tossed me on the bed. I tried to get off but he grabbed my legs and drug me back on. He suddenly laid on top of me, our organs pressing tightly against each other.
"We need to mark each other…it's only fair." He chuckled, sniffing my ear and licking my neck.
"Stop it!" I snarled, not wanting him to stop. My whole body wanted this, I wanted pain, I wanted him to hurt me…to roughly fuck me till I couldn't breathe. I didn't want that sensual crap from last night…I needed to be fucked, roughly.
He kissed me angrily and finally I stopped fighting and let him do what he wanted, knowing we would both enjoy it. He started scraping his teeth against my neck, causing me to roughly drag my nails down his back. Finally he snarled and bit into the skin, the pain astounding and it made me scream my lungs out. My other shoulder, the one that had had a bullet skim it, was throbbing as he roughly dug his nails into it.
I should have been in total pain…and I was, but…it felt so good
He suddenly lifted me by my ass and shoved his hard on inside me, filling my being with more hot liquid pain. He lifted his head back, his face covered in my blood. He suddenly shot his face forward and claimed my lips, my face smeared with my own blood. He started thrusting in and out, each one filling me with more pain and more pleasure.
He ripped his cock out of me, something dripping down my leg as he did, and drug me out of the bed. He lifted me by my ass and slammed me into the wall, cracking it. He thrusted up into me, making me scream and start biting into his other shoulder. He bit into my neck and thrusted upward in amazing speed. I pierced the skin in his shoulder and loved the feeling of blood. He snarled and did the same to me.
Suddenly I came, my cum staining his abs and making me scream into his shoulder. He soon came as well; I could feel his cum exploding against my sweet spot and filling me up until it leaked out of me, dripping down onto the shaggy red carpet.
We stayed there for a few minutes, both of us breathing heavily. He stared at me with his one eye and I stared back, only at his one eye.
"I think I like you." He cackled. He kissed me roughly and I kissed back, loving the wet feeling of his lips and the metallic taste.
He pulled out of me and drug me into the shower and switched it on, hot water covering us both. The water was burning hot but I didn't care, it felt good against my back. We quickly cleaned up then got out, me tossing the bullet wound gauze into the trash.
He drug me outside to the bed and I finally got a look at the damage we had caused. The wall had a huge crack in it, and blood had stained the bed and carpet, along with some cum on the floor.
"We need to leave before…housekeeping." He said. He stared at me, not seeming to care about the wounds.
"I'll dress your wounds…" Finally realizing what I had done, I felt sick, physically and mentally. I had just given in to temptation, and it made me realize I have some fucked up sex fantasies. I had honestly enjoyed being hurt and fucked roughly like that…it didn't make sense to me. Where had this person been all my life?
Was he right? Was I just as fucked up as he was?
"Why do I care about any of this?" I said suddenly out loud, luckily he didn't seem to notice as he looked around for more bandages.
But I was right, why did I? This didn't matter…right now anyway. I was getting distracted, I needed to find Uley and kill him…then I can worry about my sick, psychosexual mind. Suddenly I was led to the other bed, the one that had been unused until now. He put a bandage on my wounds and had me put one on his other shoulder.
"Alright get dressed…and get some coffee or something, we still need to leave if we are going to get them." I said. He just shrugged.
"You go get coffee, I'll pack our things up." I nodded and quickly tossed on a pair of his underwear, unused, his jeans, used, and his shirt, unused. He seemed slightly amused that I was wearing all of his things, but didn't say a word and began packing everything up. I grabbed my gun and put it in my backpack. I sighed and got out some money and started walking out.
"When I get back we got to leave." I said. He pulled on some underwear and nodded at me.
"I know, just hurry up Seth." I smiled, it was the first time he had actually used my name. I walked outside, the weather was sunny and there wasn't a single cloud in the sky. Our room was on a walkway, shaped like a giant square and in the middle a small courtyard with a tiny tree in the middle with benches. The walkway had stairs that led down to the courtyard, and right next to the front desk. I walked around and down to the desk area, eyeing a large coffee maker machine.
I opened the door to the desk, a little bell ringing when I opened it. The man at the front desk was currently talking to someone with dark skin and jet black hair. The man at the front desk himself had long, curly, greasy looking hair and a large beard and a tie-dye shirt on. I walked around them to the coffee machine.
"Checking in dude?" The man was talking like one of those old time hippies, which met the look he had perfectly.
"Naw sir I'm uh…checking…out. Ya." The other man sounded like a complete idiot, and had a weird sounding voice, like he had a rubber band tied around his tongue or something. I turned to get a look at the guy speaking, and dropped my money.
Sam Uley was standing right in front of me
My body shook, my heart was beating loudly in my ear. Adrenaline coursed through my body and I dropped my backpack on the floor. I opened it, got out my gun, and put it back on my shoulders.
"ULEY!" I suddenly snarled, an angry voice that wasn't quite my own. Uley didn't jump, but the hippie did and turned, stared, and screamed about not shooting and ran out the front door, leaving just me and Uley. I didn't know why he was there, or who he was with, but it didn't matter.
I was going to kill him
"Huh?" he said confused, seeming more confused than frightened.
"Who are you?"
"My name is Seth Clearwater." I snarled.
"You killed my father, Henry Clearwater." He stared blankly at me, was he a complete idiot?
"Hen-ry." He said, pronouncing the name slowly. Then it was like something clicked in his mind.
"Hey! I know that guy!" he stared.
"That man was a bad one, stupid too. He got what he deserved that he did…" I aimed.
"Well I have come here, to kill you sir. You killed my father and I'm going to do the same to you." He just laughed stupidly.
"What? You won't kill me." He walked towards me and I snarled.
"I have more than 20 men stationed and ready for me to give the order if you try to touch me." He laughed.
"Ya right…" he took another step.
And I fired
BANG
"Oww!" the man screamed. The bullet had passed through his left shoulder and right through the window in the front door, shattering the glass.
"Owwww! Fuck that hurts you!" he said. I silently cursed, the adrenaline had fucked up my aim, which had been meant for his head, I now only had one bullet. Suddenly he shot forward before I could fire again and snatched the gun out of my hand. He slapped me across the face and tucked the gun into his pants.
"You're coming with me!" he growled, dragging me with his large right arm that hadn't been shot.
"No!" I snarled, slamming my fist into his face. He was shockingly strong for only having one arm. He head butted me and forced me through the door.
"JACOB!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.
"JAKE!"
"Shut up you!" he growled. Suddenly our hotel door busted open, and Jake was out with a pair of silver hand guns gleaming in his hand. He fired at us but stopped suddenly when bullets came flying at him. Three more men, men I didn't have time to analyze completely, were suddenly there firing at Jake, who was hiding behind the solid railing of the walkway.
"Black!" one of the men yelled.
"You follow us the boy dies!"
"The boy means nothing to me!" Jacob yelled back. I didn't feel hurt from the words, I knew what he was doing.
"Kill him if you like, I just came to see daddy!"
"You have no right to call him that after what you did Black!" The one talking had a weasel face and a massed in nose, like it was broken or something.
"Take him to the bikes Uley, the cliff, that's where boss is."
"B-but…"
"Let the boss decide what to do with the boy." He growled.
"Yes Mr. Paul." For a second I couldn't quite believe it, this was the man who killed father? I expected a terrifying man who was extremely dangerous…not this simpleton buffoon who was basically a bitch to these other men, who DID look extremely dangerous. He drug me around the back and forced me onto a bike. Suddenly we were off and I felt my stomach lurch at the sudden speeds.
"Oww my arm…" the man groaned. We were on a large highway, the surrounds what looked like barren wasteland. The sun was high in the sky, beating down at a very hot temperature, probably in the 100's.
Suddenly we veered off the road and went down a dirty, rock infested road for about 20 minutes before arriving at a cliff. The cliff was bare except for a cactus and random assortment of plants on the ground, oh and dirty orange gravel, but that was everywhere. There was a tent, and a little assortment of rocks that indicated a place for a campfire, surrounded the place were large logs, probably moved there for sitting. The place was just on the edge of the cliff, which seemed to drop about 30 feet. Beyond the cliff was a magnificent valley, covered in the sand and plants. Beyond that was another similar looking mountain.
"Mr. Black sir…" Sitting on one of the logs was a short man, wearing a dark green shirt and jeans, along with cowboy boots and dark black hair with streaks of gray tied in a ponytail. His skin was the same color as Jacobs.
"Ah, so this is Mr…Clearwater." The man stood and turned on me, he had a pot belly and his face reminded me of a picture of a Native American that I had seen in my history book back at school.
"Billy Black, Jacob's father." The man chuckled, seeming overly friendly. He held out his hand and I refused to shake it. He just brushed that off and indicated to the campfire sitting area.
"Come, sit." He shook his head at Sam and I was released.
"He shot me boss! Can I kill him?"
"No Sam, you may not, not yet anyway."
"Aww…"
"Clean yourself up, you're disgusting." He said, suddenly seeming embarrassed by Sam. Again, the thought that this was the idiot who killed my father popped into my head. Sam walked away grudgingly to the tent and pulled out a first aid kid. Billy sat down and I did as well.
"So, I can see my sons, ah, handiwork." He said, indicating to the bandages on my neck.
"My fight isn't with you." I said with a frown. He just chuckled.
"Enlighten me."
"I am only here to kill him." I said, shooting daggers in Sam's direction, who was so stupid he was having trouble with the child safety lock on the first aid kit.
"Yes, I know all about your little quest for revenge…you are a boy with true grit." The man chuckled.
"I could use a man like you in my little band of…"
"Sir, not to be rude." I said, interrupting him.
"But I am not interesting in joining anything, I only want to kill him and go home." He smirked.
"A man who knows what he wants, impressive, but none the less…no matter how….stupid he is, he is excellent at killing, and I don't like losing men." Suddenly there was a VRRRR sound and the other three men from before showed up.
"Ah; Paul, Jared, Embry, how nice of you to join us."
"He ain't dead sir" a tall one with pimples all over his face and really fucked up hair, it stood in all directions like a porcupine, said. The one from before, Paul, slapped him upside the head.
"Shut up unless spoken to Jared!"
"RRRR" Embry suddenly growled like a dog. I stared at Billy.
"You must be joking."
"WOOF!" Embry howled.
"You have an ugly one, an idiot, an over loyal one, and…heat stroked one?"
"WOOF!" Embry repeated.
"Yes, I admit they are…all messed up in some way…"
"But that's what makes them loyal." I said. He smiled.
"Exactly, and they are good at what they do."
"Yes we are, SIR!" Paul said, saluting him.
"BAHAHAHA!" Embry suddenly said, bleating like a goat.
"Alright boys, tell me about my son."
"We told him if he wants to live, he has to go into that valley down there and surrender to us. He agreed."
"Good, then let's go meet him shall we?" Billy stood and smiled.
"Well boy, it seems our time is at an end…are you sure you don't want to change your mind?"
"No sir." I said. He just smiled.
"Alright then, boys, get the horses." Jared ran off, Paul yelling at him to wait until excused, and Embry trailed behind then, staring at me and giving me another WOOF before going away.
"Sam? Stay here and watch the boy, let him watch my son die."
"Can I kill him?"
"No Sam, you can't kill him."
"B-but he shot me…"
"I SAID NO!" he snarled, making Sam flinch.
"B-but sir…"
"Shut up and watch our things Sam." He started walking away, just as the other three came back…with living, breathing horses.
"Aren't you guys a mafia?" I said. Billy got on his horse and laughed.
"Ah rumors, such a beautiful thing no?" Suddenly they took off and were gone. I looked out into the valley…and I could see Jacob. He was far away, but I could make out his shape and see his shirt and pants and features. HE was just standing there, unaware that they were going to kill him.
"Jake." I whispered.
"You know." A voice suddenly said. I turned, surprised. Sam was standing.
"You know he never said I couldn't hurt you…" he pulled out my gun, put in on the ground, and then pulled a knife out of his pocket.
"I'm going to cut you up just to the point you won't die." He laughed like an idiot and I growled angrily, he killed father, but he wasn't killing me.
"Bring it on." I chuckled. He stumbled forward and I ran forward as well. I tackled into him and knocked him down. I jumped on him and started bashing his hand into the ground until he dropped the knife. It tumbled over the cliff and I started punching him in the face.
"THIS IS FOR BEING AN IDIOT!" I snarled, each word leading to a punch in the face. He suddenly changed positions and punched me and started choking me. He squeezed my throat and I couldn't breath, my lungs started heaving and my heart beat increased tenfold. I started seeing black, unable to break his grip.
Then he was bashed in the head
He fell over, unconscious.
"Hey there kiddo, seems we both found Uley."
It was Emmet
"Emmet!" I gasped, breath filling my being as I gasped and heaved in breath. I stared at him, he had Jacob's .50 Caliber Sniper Rifle in his hands, and he had used the butt of it to knock Uley out.
"How…"
"Jacob found me and gave it to me and told me to cover him." I stared surprised.
"You mean Jake…"
"He planned all this out…he said his father would try to kill him, so here we are." He chuckled. He looked out at the Valley and frowned.
"It's starting." He ran to the edge of the cliff and set up the gun, getting down on his stomach and staring at the figures in the distance through the scope. He shook his head.
"I've never fired a gun like this before…"
"You can do it." I said, getting on my stomach next to him and looking out at the wasteland. Jacob was in the exact same position he had been in before, but now there were 4 men on horses about 50 feet away.
"Jacob!" If I listened closely, I could just hear what they were saying, Billy was talking.
"Why now are you after me? Huh? SON!" Jacob pulled out his handguns.
"I aim to kill you today!" he roared.
"That's all you need to know!" The horsemen charged, firing wildly at him. Jacob stayed where he was, carefully aimed, and fired. I saw the ugly one, Jared, suddenly fall off his horse. Jacob then began firing wildly like them, rushing forward and firing like crazy. I saw Paul go down, then Embry. But suddenly Jacob fell.
"No!" I gasped. I stared at Emmet.
"Fire!"
"I know..." He stared intently into the lens. Billy was saying something; he had jumped down off the horse and stood over Jacob, a gun in his hand. Jacob was still alive; apparently he had just been shot in the arm, because he was gripping it closely.
"Hurry!" I gasped. Billy had raised the gun.
"Al…most…." He fired; the sound was like an explosion. I couldn't see if he had hit him.
"He's still standing!" I gasped.
"Fuck." He said. Billy was still standing.
"Just Re…" then suddenly Billy fell on his knees, then on his side. Jacob stood, grabbed his gun off the ground, and fired into the dead body 3 times before stopping. He looked up towards us, and waved.
"You did it!" I said excitedly. He was grinning wildly.
"I did! I…"
"AHHH!" Suddenly Emmet was unconscious.
Sam
I had completely forgotten about him, in all the excitement. He had a large rock in his hand and had fallen over after bashing Emmet upside the head.
"Got you, got you!" he started laughing and struggled to get up.
I jumped up and turned, it was still there.
Father's gun
I ran quickly to the fire, and picked it up. Sam had stood back up, the gun over his head.
"SAM!" I yelled. He turned, stared in shock at the gun, and dropped the rock, it fell dangerously close to Emmet's head.
"You killed my father." I said.
"You hurt my friend, and now I am going to make you pay." I knew that if I did this, I would possibly become just like Jake, did I really want that?
It didn't matter anymore
"This is for all the people you've murdered." I said.
I fired
A large hole appeared in his chest. He stared at it for a second then looked back up and stumbled backwards and fell of the cliff
My revenge was complete
I tossed the gun over the cliff, I saw Jacob getting one of the horses that had stayed for some reason and he started riding towards us. I quickly ran to Emmet.
"Emmet?" He was unconscious but had a large gash in his head. I put my hand in front of his mouth, I felt his breath.
"Alive." I chuckled. I sat down next to him and waited. Soon the horse appeared, its rider still on top of it. He got off and slowly walked to us. He stared at me, probably at the bruises on my neck from the choking. Then he looked at Emmet. I noticed that he had taken his shirt off and was using it to cover his bleeding arm.
"You ok?" he said.
"I'm fine…"
"Did you do it?"
"Look over the cliff." I chuckled. He did and smirked.
"Nice." He checked Emmet's pulse.
"He's fine." I said.
"Ya, he is." Emmet groaned, getting up and grabbing his head.
"God…"
"Nice shot Emmet."
"Thanks." He chuckled. I suddenly started laughing, startling them both.
"What?" Jake said. I just smiled and shook my head.
"Nothing I just…realized. Today's…my birthday."
They smiled and so did I
We got in Jakes car and drove
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"Well, back to Forks…they should be over my whole murder of them now…"
"Oh! You're payment!..."
"Ah, forget it Seth…I've already lost count on what you owe me." I just smiled.
"Actually, can you take me to the bus station?" Emmet said. I stared surprised.
"Why?"
"Kid, I'm heading home…Sam's dead now, I have no reason to be here anymore." I frowned. Suddenly we arrived at the bus station; he had his bag over his shoulder.
"Well kid, it's been fun." He chuckled. I frowned.
"About your wife…" he just raised his hand.
"Don't worry kid…" We hugged and he let me go.
"See you around." He turned and got on the bus.
"Get to a hospital and get it checked out!" the bus closed and he was gone. I turned; people were staring at Jacob, who was standing there, shirtless, and bloody.
"We should…"
"I'm fine; I just need to get to Alice. She can fix me up. She always does." After that, we drove for a few days until finally arriving back in Forks. The first place we went was Alice's Bar. When we got there, the place was deserted besides her. She took him in the back and properly fixed him up.
I spent the rest of my time with him, fucking and him telling me stories of his past. Past jobs, etc. But I knew it couldn't last, I would have to go back eventually. I was probably missing, she would know because right after we left the hotel, I had mailed that letter and she surly would have received it by now.
"So are you going back?" Jacob asked curiously as we lay in bed one morning. He had a private room all to himself in the back of the bar; it had a bed and a window, with a TV, and a small closet and mini fridge, and a tiny bathroom with a sink, toilet, and bathtub, but no shower.
It had been two weeks sense the fight in Arizona
"I'm still deciding." I said, laying my head against his chest. We were naked in his bed; we had got done trying other…very violent sexual acts I probably shouldn't go into.
"Well…it doesn't matter to me. I can wait…till you're 18 if that…"
"No…it's not that it's…my sister, my little one, she's only 7…and my mother is a complete idiot…"
"Parent's suck don't they?" he chuckled. I laughed.
"They do…" I stared at his chin before talking.
"I have to go back…until I'm 18 and can do what I want. Finish school…" he smiled.
"Ok, I'll take you back myself…when you turn 18, I'll be here waiting for you." And so that's what happened. I left for home, and I stayed there for 2 years. It was horrible, not having sex and not being able to see him, but I waited patiently, biding my time, until the day I turned 18. I left, hugging my sister and promising to visit for all the big holidays.
I got on a train and came back to Forks. I got to the bar, Alice was behind the counter.
The place was full, but the one that drew my eye was the man with a 5 o clock shadow and an eye-patch. I smirked and walked up to him, he was alone. He didn't notice me until I sat down across from him.
"Excuse me." I said with a smirk. He turned on me and that amused smile of his crossed his face.
"I hear you are a man with True Grit, and that's exactly what I'm looking for."
Ok…I know it was long and this was originally going to be 2 separate chaps but I figured, fuck it, and just went for it haha. I hope you all enjoyed, please review, and please read the final Black and Clearwater Detective Agency when that comes out…that I warn you so far in my planning, has about 22 chapters already…Hahaha.
Anyway, Love you all, please review!