A/N: another chapter. Okay, just so you know: I remembered a little earlier that this was actually a dream I had. It took a while for me to remember parts of it, but I got it now. It'll have like 4 chapters…
Disclaimer: own none of the characters that are Man of Action's. if you're reading this, you know who those characters are.
This was totally illegal by any standards. Even someone like him knew it was wrong to hold people against their will just for money. They all had scars of whippings and the slices of torture. Scared, beady, starving eyes. Thin beyond comparison. He knew the feeling. Living on the cold streets of New York was like a torture camp. Except you were all alone.
Kevin looked into this one window that he crouched outside. The light filtered through the dark tinted panes of icy and frosted broken glass. It was like a flashlight beacon through the darkness of night with shadows dancing across it.
He held his breath. This was going to suck if it went down the wrong way for him. And in this case, it was probably going to go down real bad. Especially if Argit figured out he was the same as all those other people he was holding in his special torture camp for Osmosians. Argit would never find out his race.
The lights died, killed the clicking of a switch that Kevin heard through the near silence. The only other sounds were moans of pain and the quiet whimpers as darkness rolled through the warehouse where his own kin was being held.
This was crazy. Who would ever do something so inhumane?
Right. Argit.
He waited. One minute passed. Kevin exhaled softly, hoping no one could hear the thundering of his heart in his chest. It was getting hard to keep quiet. He wanted to get up and get through the window silently and help his people. But he couldn't. He had to wait until Argit was totally gone.
Ten minutes passed. He watched the sparkle of the sky's moon and stars. It was a nice night despite all the lives being wasted in the hellhole just on the other side of this wall. It was warm, not quite muggy, and a cool breeze floated through the air like a song on the wind.
He hadn't heard his rat friend leave, but he hadn't heard him inside. The risk was now or never. Kevin finally stood, really hoping Argit wasn't around. His legs were sore, muscles tight. The darkness consumed him like a piece of easy prey.
Trying not to make a sound, Kevin jimmied open the window. The silence remained. Being quiet had been another mastered skill by the streets of New York. He respected the city that had hardened him to a tough as rock kind of person.
Window sliding open, Kevin worked to get his broad shoulders through. It was hard, but he managed. From there, he slid in, quiet as a snake.
Pressing himself against the wall, he reached up with one hand and slowly slid the window closed, fingers brushing against the icy panes and the rotting wood sill of it. "Stay quiet," he murmured into the darkness, voice carrying through the barracks of the warehouse's high ceilings as he got to his feet slowly and quietly. "I'm here to get you out, so shut up, please."
He had never really thought that telling them that would send a few of them into a shrieking uproar.
"Please shut up," hissed Kevin a bit louder, really hoping that they'd all shut up before someone woke up Argit if he were still hanging around. If he was still hanging around, Kevin was sure to be caught.
No one even bothered to hush up only a little. They all screamed a little louder as some more of them were aroused by the yells and cries of a savior.
Not thinking a second time, Kevin leapt up and threw himself behind crates that were stacked up in one corner, landing in one with a hard crash! sound. He looked over the top of it, only to be pulled back down by the hem of his shirt with a sharp tug. He landed back inside, a hand over his mouth and being held against his will.
"You will be quiet or I will kill you," came an almost feral snarl. Something sharp pressed against Kevin's exposed throat as a tug on his long ebony hair yanked his head backwards.
This turned out well, now didn't it? thought Kevin, staring into the faint light as the lid was pulled over the top of the crate. He was submerged in total darkness.
A/N: Kevin takes 'look before you leap' to a whole new meaning. Leave a review if you love me!
~Sky