Jim drove through the streets as fast as he possibly could without making the car spin-out on the snow. This job was more trouble than it was worth. It hadn't gone at all as planned. Crazy wench had asked some guy from the frickin military to help her out with the runt. Sure, they'd gotten away alright, but you had to be insane to ask a military officer to help you pull off a kidnapping. To make it worse, it looked like she'd slipped up a few times.
He was looking pretty deep in thought near the end there. He probably noticed that the pipsqueak doesn't look like either of us. Well, it's not like he'll be able to find us later.
"Hey, meathead. I didn't pay you to think. I paid you to get us to the warehouse by the train station. So wipe that stupid look off your face and keep your eyes on the road. It's getting dark and I don't want your idiocy to ruin everything."
"I don't care what you think you paid me for. You didn't pay me enough for this crap. This is gonna cost you big, wench. You never said anything about the military being involved! You're lucky I came at all. You said I only had to pick you and the twerp up at the store down the street. I waited on you and your little toy for an entire hour before you finally decided to let me in on the real plan." Jim snarled. Or tried to snarl. He actually sounded a lot more like an angry mouse than the bear he was trying to be.
"Yeah, whatever moron. Quit complaining. You'll get your money, and it's none of your business if things didn't go like I wanted. You're just lucky I didn't have to kill the idiot and stash the body. He nearly took us to the hospital, and they'd have ID'd my baby right off. I may be able to change his looks, but nothing can change blood. Besides, it's not like he noticed anything was wrong. Until you came in, that is. What were you thinking, treating my Eddie like that? You're supposed to be his father, not his warden!"
"Shut up, whore. Like you said, you paid me for transport, not acting. You're the one that changed the plan at the last minute. And you better believe that's gonna cost you as well."
"Forget it. Just stop the car, tiny. This is it. Come help me get Eddie out of the backseat. Did you bring the drugs?"
"I'm a professional, wench. Of course I brought the drugs." Jim pulled a glass bottle and a rag out of the glove box and handed them out to the seething woman. Snatching the drugs and cloth from the man, she prepared to dose the boy with another round.
"Hey, tramp. Hurry up. He's starting to come round."
"Shut up, idiot. I know. It's already been two hours. I'll just have to give him a stronger dose this time. Make sure he's out long enough to arrange things." The shapely brunette crawled into the backseat with the stirring teenager and pressed the dripping cloth over his mouth and nose again. The young blond flinched at the sudden feel of wet fabric and let out a little growl of frustration and confusion before drifting back into peaceful oblivion. She took a string and tied the rag around his neck, close enough that the fumes would reach the boy's nose, but wouldn't send him into a sleep that he would never wake from.
Noticing that she was done, Jim pushed her out of the way and hauled the little freak out of the backseat, tossing him onto the icy ground. Ignoring her protests, he kicked the body further away from the car and slung himself into the driver's seat. He slammed the door and started the car, flashing a rude hand sign and calling out the window as he drove away.
"See ya, wench. I'm outta here. I did my job. Good luck getting the runt inside before dawn!"
"Finally. I thought that brute would never leave. Now it's just you and me, Eddie-boy. Don't worry honey…I'll take good care of you." Crooning to the unconscious boy in between snatches of soft singing, she opened the large door to the storage facility and stood back to survey the cavernous room before her. Boxes and crates lined the walls haphazardly while unclaimed baggage rose up in enormous heaps that obscured her view, creating an exquisite maze. The brunette waltzed into the room, giggling at her good fortune. She skipped over to one of the broken crates and peeked inside to see a collection of knives any butcher would be proud to own. Pursing her lips and reaching out to finger a blade, she froze just before she could touch it, confusion flickering across her face. She withdrew with a rueful smile, shaking her head and dancing over to one of the enormous piles of baggage instead.
"Ooh! This is more like it, isn't it Eddie? Look at all this lovely equipment! Oh, we're going to have so much fun together Eddie! I can see us now, trying out all these lovely toys. Ooh, I'm getting chills just thinking about it! But that'll have to wait, now won't it Eddie? I've got to get you comfortable, before we can play together. But don't worry. We'll have forever to play with each other. I promise."
She spun around, tan coat whipping around her legs and strode outside. She stopped in front of the boy, noticing how the snow glowed with borrowed light from the full moon and stars above. It threw soft shadows across the boy's still form and she sighed with longing when she noticed the way the cold ground had flushed his face. She caressed his face and kissed his forehead gently before shaking herself out of her reverie and grabbing her treasure underneath his arms.
She dragged him through the snow and into the warehouse behind them. There, she dropped him onto the hard concrete floor and shut the door behind them. She searched her large pocket for a while before brightening and taking out a lighter. She flipped it open and searched the surrounding walls for the light switch she knew had to be there. She found it a few minutes later and flicked it on, glad that there were no windows to give away their presence. Shutting the lighter with a twitch of her fingers, she flounced off to finish exploring her new playground.
A wide grin flew across her face when she found a long coil of rope thrown in the corner with some camping equipment.
Oh, ye~s. This place is just *perfect* for us, Eddie. Everything we could ever need, right here at our fingertips!
She picked up the rope and slung it over her shoulder, continuing her exploratory journey.
She finally found the object of her search in the form of a rickety flight of stairs in the corner. They didn't look like they would hold much more than a couple hundred pounds, so she doubted they were in use anymore.
Perfect. It's like they were just waiting for my Eddie and I.
She climbed them gingerly and, satisfied that they would hold her weight, ran back down to fetch her beautiful boy.
After a bit of struggle, she managed to drag her toy back to the staircase, where she stopped to catch her breath. She considered the blond's limp form and the rather narrow staircase. Her brow furrowed cutely before her eyes brightened and she slung the coil of rope off her shoulder.
"I was planning to make you comfortable after we got upstairs, honey. But I can't have you falling down the stairs, can I? Just keep sleeping Eddie, I've got it all under control. You don't need to worry about a thing."
The pretty brunette pulled him up to slump against a nearby crate, head snapping back at the sudden change of direction and smacking the wood planks with a painful sounding thunk. The brunette pouted and seized his bangs, yanking his head forward again before letting it slam back against the crate with yet another painful thud.
"You need to be more careful, Eddie. We can't have you bleeding down here. Somebody might get suspicious. I know it's hard to wait, but I told you that we can't play right now. Just wait until tomorrow. Then we can have all the fun you want. Doesn't that sound nice?"
The woman stood up and looked at the rope before she seemed to remember something. With another glance towards her Eddie, she ran back through the maze of boxes and piles to a crate near the door. She examined its contents hesitantly. Not daring to spend too much time thinking about it, she deliberately reached for the smallest knife she could see, smiling when her fingers wrapped around the handle without the slightest hesitation. Tool in hand, she returned to her captive and the coil of rope.
She efficiently sawed off several different lengths of rope and moved back over to the blond. She clasped his hands together and ran the rope around his wrists before forming a small loop and forcing each of his middle fingers through, preventing him from separating his hands far enough to perform that horrible alchemy. Where had he even learned such a despicable thing? No matter. He wouldn't be using it here.
Next to be bound were his ankles and knees. She left a tiny bit of give in those so he would have fun trying to get out of her lovely rope game before he finally gave up. She'd improved so much since the last time they'd played, after all. Stepping back to consider her work and all the extra rope she had left, she decided to show off her skills further. She ran the rest of the rope around the upper part of his arms and crossed it over his chest a few times.
There. That should be enough, even for him. He'll be *dying* to play with me when I come back tomorrow. But for now, I should get Eddie-boy upstairs.
She almost managed to stuff the small knife through her belt before her hand started trembling. With a frustrated huff, she flung it into one of the nearby crates and seized the short lead at the rope's end. Grasping it firmly in her hands, she turned and trudged her way up the stairs, dragging her Eddie behind her. After several minutes of maneuvering, tugging, swearing and ominous creaking, the limp body was pulled onto the floor above, looking a bit the worse for wear. The woman dropped the rope and leaned over, hands on knees as she struggled to regain her breath.
"Hey…Eddie." She gasped. "We're gonna… have to do something…about all that extra… weight… I think I'm…gonna put you on…a diet!"
When her breathing evened out, the curvy female surveyed the room, looking for a good place to hide her treasure before she left for the night. She settled on dragging him behind a wall of boxes near the back left corner of the room. Looking over her captive one last time she noticed his beautiful face and couldn't resist leaning down and caressing him one last time.
"It's such a shame, but we're gonna have to do something about that pretty mouth of yours, Eddie. Can't have you telling anyone about our games before they even get started, after all. That would be cheating. Mmm…such a shame. I really don't want to cover it up, but I think I'll have to…just this once."
She straightened up and walked over to one of the discarded bags in the room. Dumping it out behind one of the many boxes in the room, she pawed through its contents until she found a pair of rather long black socks. She crumpled one of the socks into a ball and yanked open her playmate's mouth before roughly shoving it in. She ripped the other sock apart lengthwise and wrapped it across his mouth, knotting it behind his head to keep him from spitting the gag out when he awoke. Sweeping bangs back from his angelic face, she gazed hungrily at him before sighing and straightening up once again.
To make absolutely certain that no one would interrupt her honey's rest- as unlikely as that was- she pushed a few of the lighter boxes and bags between the gap of the wall and the crates in front of it. Backing away, she smiled at her clever work before trotting down the stairs and over to the light switch just beside the door. She flipped it off and ghosted out the warehouse door. Her smile lit up her face and her brown eyes glowed with intensity as she waltzed down the street, thoughts about tomorrow swirling in her head.
"Tomorrow…such a lovely word, isn't it Eddie? Almost as beautiful as forever…and we'll have them both. Together…tomorrow…forever…and always. We'll play such beautiful games together. We'll make the most wonderful sounds in the world…and no one else will hear our screams of delight. Because we'll be alone. Together. Tomorrow. Forever. Always."