Burn down their buildings
Crash their cars
You pushed your luck, children. We warned you. Guess those strikes weren't enough to scare you off. We'll just have to fix that, won't we?
18 year old Cas gets caught in a sticky situation
They said their parents wouldn't be home until 7. That's plenty of time for Cas. Twins, a boy and a girl. One dark haired, one light, but the same hazel eyes. He just couldn't resist.
He doesn't hear them come in, which is understandable. He's a bit occupied by the dick up his ass and the wet heat around his own. Thrusting and being thrust into. Glorious.
He notices the scream though. A high pitched mother scream, followed by a fatherly bellow. So much for back at seven, it's barely six a clock.
The girl cries and weeps, the brother holds her. He made us, they say. He threatened us. We would never do anything like that, it's wrong. Sinful. The pair of sirens get off scot free, but not Cas. No, after that stunt with his hunk of a maths teacher (Harder, Mr Ackles, harder) the previous year, he is deemed unfit for society. So they ship him off to the madhouse to be "fixed". Cas laughs as they bundle him into the van, his mother sobbing in the distance. Hell, at least I'll fit in for once.
14 year old Sam wants it all to go away
The best way he can find is drugs. He's been buying from Lilith for a year now, working for it. Lilith run most of the smuggling rigs this part of the country, she's very powerful and a fucking psycho. Not a single strike on her record.
Back when he only wanted the heroin, she only gave him little jobs. Deliver this package to the man in the diner wearing a green tie. Take these bloody clothes to my drycleaners. Give her a back massage after a hard day. But now he needs it, now he's desperate for his next hit. This is what she wanted, what she waited for. He used to think he had hit some kind of jackpot, only now does he see how deep he's in.
Sammy's big for his age, and if she wants him to hold someone down while she rips them open for a late payment, he does it. If she wants him to meet her clients and deliver packages personally, he does it. If she wants him to lie on the floor an lick at her clit like a good little boy, he does it. He just needs a fix, needs it like air. But today Lilith wanted something different.
She has other pets, lots of them. People will do all sorts of things when they don't have money to feed their habits. Amelia is her other favourite, she's Sam's friend and mentor. She says she came after her "family" were busted by the cops and most of them were taken away. She's alone, her real sister was stabbed in an alley and left for dead.
"How are my two special babies doing?" They just nod and smile, any other response was dangerous. "Well, these weeks rations are in your boxes." Lilith always gives them their skag in lunch boxes, she really gets off on this mommy shit. "But, this week I want something a little special. You get an extra big treat." She ruffles Sam's hair, he suppresses a shudder. "I want little baby Sammy to take big sister Amelia," she brings their hands together, "And fuck her over the table."
Amelia gasps. She's nearly 25, Sam really is like a baby to her. She can't hold back tears. This is intended to be humiliating, plain and simple. I could walk away, I don't have to do this, you could walk away from this. But her box is sitting on the table, taunting her with the promise of peace. And Sam, poor Sam, he needs this too. She can't- I can't-
"Oh baby," Lilith strokes her cheek, "Don't cry. Nothing fancy, you don't have to drag it out. Quick and simple, then you both get your treats." She pulls Amelia in for a hug, she smell like acid rain. "Be a good girl, Amelia. You wouldn't want mommy to get angry, do you?"
Sam walks home in the rain, clutching his box to his chest. His chest shakes with dry sobs, there were no tears left. His first time, that should have been at least a little special, right? Not in a dark room, crying his eyes out as Amelia struggled not to scream and throw him off. Lilith laughing and encouraging, eventually coaxing a painful orgasm out of him. They had kissed Lilith's hand, took their boxes and left. Amelia will never want to look him in the eyes again. Hell, he'll never want to look himself in the eyes again. It was never supposed to be like this, he just wanted to get away for this society's sick ways. Now look at him, a pathetic broken mess.
As usual, Dad and Dean aren't home. Sam goes to his room and takes his stamps out of the box. There's a lot more than usual, way more.
I wonder how much will kill me?
White, all around. Lights flashing and faces blurring. Noises from every direction, he can't focus on anything. He can't breathe. He's not breathing.
20 year old Lucifer has voices in his head
They won't shut up. They all sound like his mother.
"Piece of shit, look at you. Shit grades, no college education, shit job. Living in my house, should have kicked you out when I had the chance. You're a disappointment, you always were. Look at those fucking strikes. You tried to run away like a little bitch, then when my heart kicked in you just sat there, staring. Left me there for two fucking days, you sick little shit. Always crying about how daddy put a bullet in his mouth, but I die and you leave me on the kitchen floor to rot."
Lucifer puts his hands over his ears.
"Shut up, shut up, shut up."
"You pathetic son of a bitch, just like your daddy. I was a saint to put up with you both, look where it got me. I always wanted to wring your scrawny neck, yet your crazy ass is still standing. Why don't you just end it?"
"Stop it, please stop it." He's rocking back and forth, pressing a lit cigarette into his palm. "Just go away, please."
"C'mon, daddy's here waiting for you, little bitch. Who knows what I'm doing to her down here, I'm her hell after all. No little baby Luci to hold his hand and tell him that mommy doesn't mean it. No, he's too much of a coward. He's gonna live out his days on the brink of a third strike, waiting for the day he's brave enough to jump off that bridge."
"Stop it," he screams, clawing at his face. Everywhere he looks, he sees her. Her chair, her room, her house. Places she hit him and places she hit his father. "Go away, go away, go away." Burn it down.
He sits on the pavement, waiting. He knows they're coming, he can already hear them. He doesn't care. All that matters it the beautiful black smoke, tearing that hell hole down. He likes to think the smoke is carrying his father up to heaven, keeping him away from her. Her can't hear her anymore, she screamed and screamed but now she's gone. Gone gone gone.
The man tuts at his cigarette burns.
"They'll sort you out here, Mr Wormwood. Once you're better, you can come home." Luicfer laughs and rubs his fresh strike, bolder than the others.
"Home? What home?"
17 year old Benny won't let him get away with it
He meets Andrea when he's 15 and my god he loves her. They're waiting until they turn 18, until they get married. She loves him despite those dirty black marks on his skin, despite the looks he gets when he walks down the street. They're planning to have a family, a daughter, a long life together.
One day, Gordon Walker walks up behind Andrea on her way home, grabs her by the hair and drags her into an alley. She hits Benny number on speed dial in her pocket, he hears their struggle through the phone and runs, tears the street near her house apart to find her. He gets there in time to see Gordon zipping his trousers back up, Andrea's suffocated corpse lying on the filthy ground like a rag doll. Blind rage kicks in.
"Vigilante violence is never condoned, Mr Lafitte. The loss of life at Mr Walker's hands is regrettable, but it was for us to punish him, not you. You have shown yourself to be a dangerous individual, you will be strike and re-educated. Maybe then you can repay us the life you have taken. Hearing dismissed."
16 year old Anna can't bear their lies
Dear Anna
So, this it. Me, writing that note I've been threatening for so long. I'm sorry. I never wanted you to see I never wanted to hurt you. You're my best friend, I love you so much. It's just not enough anymore. I can't stay. I've got the pills, I need to do this.
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
Be stronger. Be strong for me. Be stronger than me.
Uriel
Anna brings herself to go to school. She has to, she has to be strong. So she keeps going even though a scream is threatening to rip from her throat and all she wants to do is tear her hair out.
"Class, I have regrettable news. Uriel Wisdom has passed away. He was hit by a car late last night. We must strive on in his absence." Anna froze.
"...What?"
"Now Ms Milton, I understand you were close-"
"Uriel wasn't hit by a car."
"I can assure you, the report his right here-"
"Uriel killed himself. Why are you lying to us?"
"That's enough-"
"You're lying." She stands up and moves slowly towards the front, like an animal stalking its prey. "Why are you lying? Uriel killed himself, he told me he would. Why are you lying?" She pounces, clutching the teacher's arms. Anger makes her strong, blind rage makes her grip unbreakable and the teacher's eyes are wide with fear. "Stop lying to us! All you do is lie, lie, lie. Uriel killed himself. Say it. Say it!"
She thrashes the teacher back and forth. Everyone sits, horrified as this red-haired witch rants for her best friend's honour."He deserves to be recognised. He killed himself, he deserves credit. Stop lying, don't take it away from him. He killed himself. Say it!"
The teacher head hits the desk and someone finally thinks to stop her. She can't even see anymore, her tears are thick like syrup in her bloodshot eyes. "He deserves better," she whimpers. "So much better..."
She's unstable, she's vulnerable. She could hurt herself, she could hurt others. She has already hurt her teacher, even if it was no more than a simply cut to the forehead. Her friend has had a horrible accident, simply tragic. Re-education will be good for her. She'll get better. She return to a normal life.
17 year old Dean won't let them
"It is necessary, Mr Winchester. I'm sure you understand."
"Dad, don't-"
"Of course I understand, sir."
"Your son has been through a lot. The loss of a mother in his life may have triggered this. You should consider talking a wife before his return home, we can send you the details of some suitable candidates."
"Thank you sir."
"Dad-"
"Hush, Dean."
"You can't-"
"We'll be taking him now, Mr Winchester. No use waiting until after his recovery, less painful if he doesn't have to say goodbye."
"As you wish, sir."
"No!" Dean screams. They're not taking Sammy, he won't let them take Sammy. "Leave him alone, leave him alone!" He shielded his brother with his body and drew a knife from his jacket. "Leave him alone!"
"Dean-"
"I need backup-"
"Leave him alone!" The man in the suit twitches and Dean lunges, a threat detected. It's blind instinct, hardwired self-conditioning. Protect Sammy. Eliminate threat. Protect Sammy. Eliminate threat. It got him his second strike and it will get him his third. Protect Sammy. Eliminate threat.
"Two siblings in one day," the guard signed. "It's been a while since that happened."
"When was it, those Harvelle kids," said his partner.
"Man those two are fucked up. They still inside?"
"6 years and going strong."
"Jesus. It's a wonder they don't just take 'em behind the sheds."
"That's how it used to be. Guess we're 'civilised' now. Who knows, maybe those Winchesters will be in and out in the usual 3 months. Well, after the little one wakes up."
"Yeah, 'usual'. How long has it been since someone spent less than a year in here?"
"Longer than I can remember."
"Longer than most people in there remember either."
"I guess. Poor psychos."
16 year old Ruby didn't know
I didn't know I didn't know I didn't know I didn't know I didn't know I didn't know
No one ever told her. She knows now. Christ she knows now.
They said it happened when two people got married. When they loved each other. When they would have compatible children. The never said anything about it happening like this. Never like this.
Ava was talking the other day and said she couldn't fuck her boyfriend because she was out of birth control. You have to buy it on the streets now, it's been illegal for a long time to discourage sex with intent to reproduce. Ruby had never heard of it, Ava explained and Ruby heart turned icy.
Now she's in a clinic and she can't stop crying. The doctor says they're going to take care of the problem and then strike her.
Take care of the problem. There's a baby in her belly, she's not sure whose. She didn't know, she didn't know how it worked. They never told her, they never told her. Mom doesn't care, Dad doesn't care. They're going to take her baby, then take her.
She didn't know.
19 year old Victor won't let them take his friend
Brady had been taken in for his second strike the same day as Victor. To this day he hasn't told him why. They've been together, inseperable, since that day they sat next to each other in a corridor waiting to have their failures branded into their skin. They're brother. But now they want to take him away.
"You can't let them take me, Vic."
"Shhh, Brady, please. What did you do?"
"I shot them, Vic. All those years of them hitting me and spitting on me, telling me I'm worthless. I couldn't take it anymore. I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Victor holds him tight in his arms.
"They're going to strike me. They're going to take me away."
"Never. I won't let them." They're not taking his brother.
"Good evening, Mr Henrickson." The officer at the door has a smile that doesn't match his tone.
"Officer."
"Can I come in?" Victor nods, not like he can do anything.
"How can I help you, sir?" The man sits down, clearly comfortable in his authority. Victor tries to stop his hand twitching.
"Well, we're looking for a friend of yours, one Brady Johnson?"
"Brady? I haven't seen him since work this morning."
"Is that so?" The officer cracks his knuckles. "So you didn't know he killed four people today?"
"Brady- Brady wouldn't do that."
"He was positively IDed at all the scenes and we know he recently invested in an ilegal firearm. Any idea where he could be?"
"No, like I said, I haven't seen him." The officer is smiling know, the sight makes Victor feels sick.
"So you have no idea why he's in your guest bedroom?"
"He- he's not-"
"Mics in the area picked up his voice. The heat signals outside indicate a second person present. I know by the thickness of the walls that he can hear me right now. Why don't you come out, Brady?" The bedroom door slides open and Victor's heart thumps with every approaching step. Brady had a gun.
"Vic, I can't-"
"Brady, please, don't-"
"Why don't you both calm down and come with me-"
"I can't, brother, I can't-" he raises the gun to his mouth. The officer reaches for his taser but Brady is a quicker draw. Then he's gone.
Victor's alone all over again. Hell, maybe he can find other people in this place like him. People who have nothing left.
18 year old Meg lies in the tub waiting for it all to go away
She just keeps slashing. Up, down, left, right. She doesn't know what's fastest or even what works. She just keep going, gushing and bleeding into the hot water. She knows there should be pain but there is only a numbness, static buzzing under her skin. She's too far away, she's high as a kite and falling fast.
Meg tries desperately to scratch at her stitches in the back of the van. They have her handcuffed, "for her own good". All she could think was a constant tattoo of failure, failure, failure in the back of her skull.
Failure, failure, failure.
20 year old Michael can't stop
He's trying, oh God he's trying. He knows it's wrong, it's one of the worst things someone can do. But he just he can't-
He can't stop stabbing his father.
It's a mess. There's blood, clothes, things he doesn't even want to think about. And his father's bloody corpse, like a sacrafice in the middle of a bloody ceremonial circle.
And Michael, little baby Michael; who never said a bad word, defended people from bullies and always wanted to raise his own family, hands raw red and slick with the blood from which he came.
So much blood.
"He's clearly a psychopath."
"I agree. This place is probably an insuficiant punishment for him. We could have someone take care of him quietly..."
"No, look at his records. He's intelligent, above average inh fact. If we fix him, he could be a valuble asset. We never have enough doctors, he has potential."
"The therapy he'll have to undergo is intensive. He'll most likely be nothing more than a walking coma patient when he comes out."
"Good. We need his brain, we don't need his personality."
19 year old Lisa thinks that if she keeps driving they won't catch her
She keeps going, faster and faster, away from the city. It's after curfew so the roads are clear, no one she can hit in her rush to get away. She can't take this anymore; everyday is the same and it's driving her crazy. She needs to live.
She has 300 dollars in her pocket and the fifth of vodka she drank for courage is making the streets blur as she races towards the rest of her life. There has to be somewhere she can belong, somewhere far away from the grey walls and disproving attitudes of people telling her to stop dreaming and start working. To become a part of the system, to conform. To eventually meet a suitable partner, have a enough boring vanilla sex to pump out 3 kids. Not the life for Lisa. She wants adventure, excitment, romance. Like the stories her great aunt and uncle used to tell her about girls who fought off governments for their famillies and boys who lost everything but fought with their friends for the greater good. Stories of loved ones lost and found, of powers and immortals and life amoung the stars that were barely visible in the sky anymore. That was what she wants, what she needed.
Shame about her wrapping her car around a tree.
She spends two days in hospital before they take her away. If only she had powers, she could fly for freedom.
15 year old Gabriel wants to be loved
Virgil is 18 and looks it. He's all smouldering good looks and dark eyes, kisses that taste like cigarette smoke and suffering. When he holds Gabriel's hand, the young boys soul warms and when Virgil fucks him he sees stars. He's an old tortured soul, and Gabriel likes to think the older boy loves him. He keeps telling himself that.
"Virgil, it's nearly curfew, I need to get home."
"Chill, baby. You can stay the night." Virgil gently rubs Gabriel's hole, sore from the nights earlier activities. Gabriel tries not to flinch at the cold touch.
"I have school, I need to be home."
"I'll drop you in the morning, relax." The finger nugdes in slightly, nearly breaching. Gabriel shivers, he's not ready to go again, he can't.
"What if someone sees? It's too dangerous, I'm not losing my last strike for a round two."
"Gabriel." The tone is colder now, the finger moves inside the puckered flesh and Gabriel can feel tears. "You're staying."
"Virgil, I need to-" The finger is in deep, not far from his prostate, and it hurts. Virgil does this sometimes, Fingers him while he's raw, never touching the spot that would make it pleasurable for his young lover. Takes him again too soon and tells him how good he is, but never "I love you". Gabriel can often hear it in his voice though, he swears he can. Not now
"Shhh, stay still." The finger is joined by another and oh God it hurts.
"Virgil, stop-" He's crzing now, he doesn't want this. "Please, stop." Virgil shifts his weight and Gabriel cannot move. He is pinned down by the boy, the man, he loves. He struggles, he doesn't want this, he wants it to stop.
"Stop squirming, Gabe. I know you love it, little slut. If you don't stay still I'm taking you dry." Gabriel's teary eyes widen.
No, this is wrong. He's not- He wouldn't- He's going to fucking rape me.
He panics. Their skulls meet with a crack, and as Virgil screams profanities Gabriel loses conciousness.
"Yes, hello, emergency services? I'm reporting an attempted break-in. Teenage boy, looks about 15. I have him tied down, he attacked me. Yes sir. The address is..."
Gabriel doesn't bother to fight his restraints. It's over, it's all over. The one person he thought loved him is sending him away. It's over.
Drink yourself blind
But never stupid