Author's Note (9/22)= Okay, so the editing continues... ^^

I flipped the disposible cell phone closed. Apperently there was a gang who had gotten ahold of my contact information. Dear Zelda, it's already bad enough to be wanted by a normal gang, nevermind a gang with a Wammy's kid in the high ups. Yes, I hacked their database, and I d also known that they were coming for me. Why else would they look me up? I didn't need Bullet to tell me. Wait, how did he find out?

Stubbing out my over-smoked cigarette butt, I quickly pull out another and light it.

Did they get another hacker? I take a drag in, hold it and let it out.

So I'm just there for kicks? I let out a chuckle and look down at the floor.

I sighed and got up. It's not as though the Bl00derz know I can hack... fuck. I bit my lip and closed my eyes. Now they knew... I'm in so much shit... better get out of here now... Damn, it doesn't matter, now does it? They're gonna find me anyway... best to have a laptop with me.
After packing my computer into a case designed to carry mulitple laptops, I shove a pair of jeans, three pairs of boxers (with my job, you never know how many you'll need), and an extra shirt into the bag and close it. I grabbed my wallet, lighter, and keys before heading to the door.

As I was leaving though, I saw two men getting out of a silver honda. Deciding that I really didn't want to chat with them, I decided to use the window instead. After carefully stepping on a speaker, and praying that my hard drive would survive the fall, I jumped and braced myself for the crash. Only, I was caught by an arm around my waist.

"Oh... hey, Bullet." I said, instantly nervous.

"Ya' never mentioned that ya' could hack some hearts fer meh," Bullet spoke with a Jamacian accent. I began to sweat.

"I-I never thought it mattered." Nice going Matt; real smooth...

"So ya' were content wit' bein' mah whore?" He asked, and I could almost hear his grin.

Knowing how to save my ass, I leaned on his arm, and pushed myself towards his chest. "'Course. Why wouldnt I-"

"'Cause ya' 'ave found a way ta' make some doe, babe." Now he was whispering in my ear. "How long?"

"H-how long what?" I breathed, his hand traveling up my shirt. Suddenly his other hand was on the back of my neck, pushing me forwards. I yelped as the hand up my shirt scraped my chest.

"I-I'm sorry!" I screamed.

"Betta' be," He threatened. "I 'ad one o' mah bros leave 'em a nice lil' note."

I stayed silent.

"Were ya' tinkin' ' joinin' 'em, pretty boy?"

"N-no! Of course not! I-I wouldn't betray you." It ended up as a whisper as I began to pant, the hand up my shirt toying with my right nipple.

"Where were ya' tinkin' of goin'?"Bullet asked seductively, licking my ear a little bit. The hand that was on the back of my neck was petting my hair almost gently.

"I-I was just going to get some more smokes," I said, still panting.

"Ah, well, I got some real nice an' expensive ones back at da' base." if possible, he leaned closer, "da ones ya' like."

I shivered. If I had been smart at that point in time, I would have just nodded... but, I wasn't.

"T-the ones I like?" My voice was quiet, and my stuttering was bothering me.

"Yea, want one, little cardinal?"

"Y-ya, I-I need one..." Here's the addiction talking.

"Okay, I ain't got any o' yer fav'rite 'ere." He paused, watching my face fall in dissapointment. I couldn't help the whimper that escaped... damn nicotine addiction.

"Don' worry, I 'ave some o' da regular ones 'ere." He whispered, putting a cigarette to my lips. I hesitated. Wrong Move.

"What's wrong? Ya' don't trust meh?" Now he was towering over me.

"No, it's not that."

"Den what is it?"

"I-I," I lowered my head to avoid his accusing glare. "I don't know."

"Do ya' know how ta' make it up ta me?" I shuddered, instantly understanding, and nodded numbly.

He led me up the stairs to my apartment; six flights up, #13. Because things that should never happen, happen there. As I opened the door to my apartment, I felt the numb feeling I craved start to devour my being. Bullet led me to my small bathroom and closed the door, closing off the last of my feelings.

I tried to imagine that I was somewhere else, that I was someone else. I imagined that the pained groans escaping my lips were relaxed sighs. I pretended that I was watching my character get pounded against the tub. Imagined that I was only a bystander and not the victim. Never the victim.

I couldn't stop the scream that ripped from my throat. I looked down, ashamed. My seed sprayed across the side of the tub. Bullet pulled his pants up, patted my back, flashed me a smile and left the bathroom.

"I'll give ya' an 'alf an hour ta' get reay 'fore I send fer ya'." And he was gone.

I didn't dare move, for I feared the pain that would follow the action.

After around five minutes, I realized something. I only had thirty minutes. Well, more like twenty-five minutes now...

Groaning, I forced myself up off the floor. I didn't bother with cleaning, instead I just pulled my pants back up and retied my belt. Slowly I opened the bathroom door, and walked (limped) at a leisurely pace to the front door, picking up my laptop case on the way.

The stairs were hell... and then before I knew it, POOF! I'm at the drug store.

Oh, Matt, what could you need here? Simple, bandages.

After limping down the aisles, I finally find my medicinal needs, and head to the register. The woman at the register stared at me, so I violently shove the stuff towards her. Ripping her gaze away from me, she then stares at what I was buying; Band-aids, guaze, disinfectant, and condoms (I have a feeling I may need them...)

Growling, I put down the exact change.

... So what if I buy this every week?

With a sigh, I left the store, stopping in a nearby alley. Taking out my supplies, I repair my wounds, which consist of some bruises on my hips, cuts on my shoulders (bite marks?) and cuts on my stomach.

I then shove the condoms in my laptop case and leave the alley.