There was utterly no way to get free from the chains. He'd managed to stand after two days. He was weak from not being fed and his limbs felt awful after sleeping on the ground in a scrunched up position. He was sore from head to toe. He could even hear his joints creak faintly as he forced himself to stand, groaning as he steadied himself on his wobbling legs.

"Oh God," He winced. Now came the harder part.

Inhaling and gathering his mettle, he kicked his feet in motion, running as quickly as he could.
His plan of course, had failed, and he landed on his ass after being jerked back by the chains. He'd aimed to shake the stakes that implanted them firmly in the ground and loosen to them. He growled, heaving himself up again. He scrutinized the stakes- they hadn't appeared to move. To be sure, though, he limped over and wrapped his numb hands around the base of one, tugging as hard as he could. It didn't budge.

I am so fucked.

How long had it been?

He counted in his head the passing of light into dark he'd veiwed on the cloth. Four or five days, maybe. He whimpered to himself, plopping back down on the ground and hugging his knees.

I'll be here forever.

A noise suddenly entered his ears- the sound of pots falling over, he guessed by the dull iclang, clang/i it had made."God dammit, you fatass!" Was the hushed hiss that followed; it was no doubt Lizard's voice.

Pluto was pushed in by his cousin's gloved hand. "If Im'ma let yer seven-foot-of-fucktard ass in 'ere, ya gotta be fuckin' careful not ta mess shit up."

Conner frowned deeply at them. Lizard returned his glare whereas Pluto waved shyly with a harsh and high-pitched chuckle. "Hahhhh" he'd said- which Conner had correctly interprated as meaning "hi". The boy couldn't help but to smile a little at the sight. This one wasn't so mean.

His smile soon faded as Lizard sent spit flying into his hair. Conner clenched his teeth, fuming.

"See 'er, Pluto? He lahks it when ya spit on 'em. Tha's why he's a whore."

Anger bubbled and brew in his gut. "Listen to me you chicken-fried motherfucker," the words spilled from his mouth. "People are looking for me right now. Important people. Powerful people."

As big of a lie as it was, Conner himself admired how smoothly it'd rolled off his tongue, how convincingly.

The mutant, however, held a glint of humor in his eye. "Don't care." he'd said simply, a sneer twisting his face even further. Pluto's mouth creased deeply into a frown. He didn't talk but, he backed up, edging toward the entrance. "Gonna leave now, Lizard." he'd formed the sentance with trouble, slurring several times.

"I don't give a fuck," Lizard didn't bother watching his cousing shuffle awkwardly out the door. Instead, he preoccupied himself with squatting before Conner, sniffing the air around him noisily like a hungry wolf. "Mmhhh," He tilted his head. "Smells tasteh."

His tongue was on the young man's neck, the wet muscle rolling up and down his tender flesh, leaving behind it a thick trail of foul-smelling slobber. His fingers, encrusted with dried blood and dirt, curled around his bottom lip and chin, poking into his mouth. He slid them in, rubbing the digits against Conner's own tongue, fitting them in to the knuckle and scraping his dirty nails against the rough part of the back of the linguistic tool.

They tasted awful and Conner wanted them out of his fucking mouth as soon as possible. His teeth seemed to throb at the thought of being buried inside the meat of the mutant's hand.

He'll be highly pissed off, Conner that little bitch voice in the back of his mind said. don't do it, Conner.

But, He did.

The mutant howled, jerking his hand out. He snorted and yelled, snot and spit splaying from his face. "Yew little.." He looked his injured hand over, touching the jagged bitemarks, smearing the tiny ammount of blood that pooled at the surface of them.

An empty victory, Conner's inner bitch reminded him. In fact, you may have just royally fucked up.

And, he had.

How Lizard had managed it, he wasn't able to tell. As far as Conner was able to tell, the mutant had only punched the hell out of him- yet, somehow, it'd left a deep, painful gash on his forehead. Blood had rolled down quickly and his eyes had teared up at the sting the wound caused.

When Conner had reached up to prevent the flow of blood from entering his eyes, he'd been slapped senseless again. "Oh, fuck naw, cunt," with surprising strength, Lizard had jerked the steaks holding the chains restricting his arms up and yanked the chains down to the point that both of Conner's hands touched the ground; he'd then jammed the stakes back in the openings of the chainlinks, trapping him in an even more uncomfortable position.

He couldn't stop the blood from getting in his eyes- and it had stung like a whore. It also blurred his vision terribly.

The mutant remained there, cursing, watching Conner try and shake the blood from his eyes. "Ow," the boy finally moaned. "It hurts."

"Good," Lizard spat in response, shooting him a glare tainted with spite.

A good five minutes and Conner could no longer stand it. His head hurt, his eyes stung, he couldn't see, He was trapped- and that was just barely scratching the surface of his situation. Frustration and anger collided with hopelessness and hunger within him- his body began to wrack with sobs.

Lizard did not at all like that. "Shut the fuck up!" He'd leaned foward again, grabbing a fistfull of the boy's golden hair, shaking his head violently. "Shut up!" Conner only continued to cry, his whole frame shaking. "I can't see, I can't see!" was the one phrase he seemed to be attatched to at the moment, wailing it over and over.

"Gk...!" Roughly he released his grip on the boy's hair. "I'll...I'll fuckin' shoot'cha!" he threatened, the pandimonium the boy was creating frustrating him.

"I can't see, I can't see," He continued, beyond the point of being settled. "I can't move, can't move!"

Finally, exhausted, Lizard reached his hand out, pulling the boy's head up by his hair. He then, using his gloved hand as a napkin, began whiping blood from the young man's face. Remorse tingled only vaguly within the pits of the mutant's stomach- but, nonetheless, it was there, it existed.

Surprised, Conner stopped crying, hiccups still shaking his body. Lizard, pleased with the silence, continued dragging the gloved part of his hand over the boy's face, ridding it of the blood. He dipped his thumbs in the corners of the kid's eyes, gentle as he could, and coaxed the blood that had pooled in out and off to the side.

"There," the mutant growled, embarassed. He grabbed the stakes, yanking them out, returning them back to their original chain links, stepping on them to make sure they were placed in firmly.

"Th...thank you." Conner's words came only reluctantly. Had that just happened?

The mutant, seemingly further embarassed by the human's grattitude, snarled and made his way out of the entrance, stomping and kicking his tattered boots noisily against the dust.

Conner thought for a moment, rubbing the remainder of blood from his eyes. Had Lizard just given in?