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Chapter 12: ...Or Flight?
Dave's terror stricken red eyes were glued to the charcoal black irises of his captor as he was drug deeper into the dark alley way, away from the safety of any prying eyes.
Noir slaps a hand over Dave's mouth as he slammed him against the cold, rough bring wall behind him. And Dave felt a familiar sensation traveling up his throat as he heard the man before him chuckle as if this was some sort of sick game.
However, that feeling of disgust rising in his esophagus was quickly replaced with sheer fear as Noir held what could be described as a small sword up to his panting and sweating neck.
"Scream and I'll slit your throat from ear to ear," Noir growled in his ear.
Dave wagered between biting the hand that held his lips together and screaming for his life, hoping that someone would hear him; or complying with this lunatic's demand and remaining silent, possibly saving not only his life, but the life of his unborn baby as well.
It didn't take long for Dave to decide his next move.
"Smart boy," Noir devilishly grinned as he took notice of Dave's forced cooperation.
Dave bit his lip as screams tried to escape his lips as Noir unzipped his jacket, exposing his little baby bump.
But on the inside, his mind screamed like a lion's roar, 'Somebody please help me!'
Dirk and Jane both stood with their mouths wide open at the empty seat on the couch, where Dave last was seen when his and Dirk's conversation was abruptly cut short. Dirk had not left his younger brother's sight more than ten minutes ago, and he was gone.
Where could he have gone? Surely if he had slipped into another part of the apartment they would of heard him, if not seen him. The only way to the rest of the apartment was through the kitchen, and both Dirk and Jane had been in there, so there's no way he would have been able to slip by both of them unnoticed. The only other option was...
"Oh no," both adults quietly whispered.
Dave had slipped out of the apartment, alone and unprotected.
Upon the realization of the teen's actions, that initial shock gave way to sheer panic.
'OhGodohGodohGodohGodohGod!' Dirk's mind panicked, 'Where is he?! Where did he go?! What if he's hurt?! What if he's in trouble?! What if...' Dirk's heart skipped a couple of beats, 'What if he ran into Noir?! Oh my God!'
With his mind fearing the absolute worse, Dirk bolted to his/their bedroom to retrieve the one thing he hoped he would never have to use. The 9mm Jake gave him. He gave it a quick check to make sure it was loaded and ready. Ready to put a bullet between the eyes of any trouble his little man may be in.
"Jane, you got your gun?" Dirk said returning to living room.
"Way ahead of ya," Jane said cocking her service gun.
Before the two bolted out the door, the two exchanged a reassuring, confirming nod, 'Find Dave and if you see Noir, shoot him on sight.'
Without so much as a second thought, the two take off in search who the two proudly consider to be their son.
Dave could feel a small stream of blood trickling from his lip as he bit harder and harder into his lip trying to suppress the screams trying to escape from his throat.
However, Dave nearly feels a much heavier, warmer stream flow down his leg as Noir proceeded to use his knife to cut open his shirt. Showing the full extent of his nearly three month preggy belly.
After first glance of the sight that was unwillingly held before him, Noir took a step back, almost not believing what he was seeing.
But, a sick, disgusting smile soon found it's way onto Noir's face.
"Damn, I must say," Noir chuckled, "I knew I was potent, but I had no idea I was THAT potent."
"I just had to see this for myself."
Dave's eyes widened in shock, 'Had, had Noir known all along? How did he find out?!'
Before Dave could open his mouth to find out the answers to these fears, Noir grabbed Dave by the neck, almost choking him.
"How-how did you find out?" Dave choked.
"Oh you didn't know?" Noir asked in a mocking tone, "Your shit headed brother paid me a nice visit about a month ago and informed me of the little transaction that took place from to our agreement."
Dave felt his heart plummet into the pit of his stomach at what Noir just admitted to him.
His bro has done some stupid things in his life, but surely he wouldn't have gone and done something so idiotic. Not even Dirk Strider at the peak of his stupidity would go to the man who impregnated his baby brother and unwittingly told him of his unborn child. Would he?
'No, nonononono. He's lying! Bro wouldn't do that! He wouldn't!'
"You're," Dave coughed, "You're lying! Bro, Bro wouldn't do that!"
"Hoho, I believe he would, and he did David," Noir's chuckle turned into a deep, terrifying growl, "And I cannot have ANYONE finding out about this little transaction between us. It will ruin me!"
With his past as dark as his name, the last thing Noir wanted was to shine light of this little predicament both he and Dave found themselves in. If anyone official found out he impregnated a 15 year old boy, it would be a media circus. And if Noir's little underground gun smuggling side business was to be uncovered from all the unwanted extra attention; it would burn up faster than the Hindenburg.
And Noir was willing to do anything to keep that happening.
Dirk and Jane stormed out of the high rise apartment complex and spilled out onto the busy street. The blocks around the apartment were crowded with people trying to put a dent in the Christmas shopping lists. Shoving through people and looking around every corner would take forever. And for all they knew and didn't know, time was not on their side.
However, in what could be described as a 'once in a lifetime moment', Dirk had a great idea.
"Jane, you take the streets. I'll search the alleys," Dirk told Jane.
"Got it," Jane nodded.
'Don't you worry Little Man, Big Bro and Janey are on their way. We're coming!' Dirk called out in his head as he scanned the alleys near their apartment for any sign of his baby brother.
Somewhere in the nearly nonexistent rational portion of Dirk Strider's brain, he knew, or would like to think, that Dave was probably alright. That he was just being a rebellious teenager when told they can't go somewhere or do something. That he was just over reacting and Dave will come home when he feels like it.
Normally, that's what he would think.
But this was by no means under any normal circumstance. His pregnant teenaged brother was out wondering the streets; and the baby's homicidal father not only knows about it, but has also most likely been staking them out to wait for the right moment to pounce. And Dave had just unknowingly set himself up for the sneak attack of the century.
Dirk knew that odds of this happening and Dave actually running into Noir in such a large city were next to minuscule. But still, his parental instincts were kicking into over drive. It was like he knew something was wrong and that he had to go and find him. He could feel it.
The thought of, or fear that Noir had gotten ahold of his baby brother made Dirk's blood boil and he quickly picked up his pace.
"Hang on Little Man, Bro will find ya. Don't worry."
'Noir, I swear to God, if I find you messing with my little man, they won't ever be able to put you back together.'
Noir really enjoyed the trembles and shakes he was able to emit from the currently youngest Strider. Even though his face remained stern as ever as to not show any fear, his body was showing a completely different story. Dave was completely unable to control the shakes and jerks his body made everytime Noir moved.
If he could evoke this kind of terror in the boy, Noir just imagined how he could get Dave to react if he really got inside of his head.
"You know David," Noir said, lightly dragging the knife from cheek to cheek then down toward his stomach, "I've wondered what it'd be like to be a dad. I'd always thought I'd make a great father."
With hot tears of fury now burning in his eyes, Dave yelled at him, "If you ever comes near this baby, it'll be over my dead body!"
That same wicked smile returned, "Well, I do think that can be arranged," Noir said, raising the knife above Dave's belly.
Oh that was it, you can mess with The Strider; but you mess with his baby, and hell shall have no fury like a pregnant Strider scorn.
Just as Noir was about to plunge the knife in his belly, Dave's 'mother bear' instincts kick in and he kicked Noir in the crotch as hard as possibly could.
As if the excruciating pain from his two ruptured nuts weren't bad enough, when Noir finally dropped Dave before dropping to his knees, Dave threw his fist back and punched Noir in the face so hard Dave swore his nose receded at least half an inch into his face.
But as fate would have it, just as Dave thinks he's finally free and tries to make a run for it, Noir still has some fight left in him.
"Where do you think you're going you little bitch!" Noir growled through the pain as he grabbed ahold of Dave's ankle, causing him to trip and fall.
The fear of falling and hurting his baby caused Dave to cry out as he landed on the ground.
"Huh?" Dirk turned around as he heard a cry echoing out in the distance. It didn't sound too far, maybe four or five blocks away. But it still wasn't close enough for him to recognized who it came from.
Still his gut feared the worse.
"Dave? I'm coming Little Man!" Dirk immediately took off running toward the cry.
If that was Dave's cry that he heard, then Dirk's fears may have come true. Noir had gotten ahold of Dave and he was hurt.
Dirk ran as fast as he could; hoping, praying, that what he feared wasn't true.
Thankfully when he fell, Dave instinctively held out his arms to protect his baby; so the baby wasn't hurt by the fall. But now Dave was facing the most terrifying thing he had ever seen in his life. A thoroughly infuriated Jack Noir towering above him.
Dave tried kicking desperately as he tried to crawl away, but each of his attacks are dodged.
However, Dave was able to dodge Noir's attacks as well. He rolled over to dodge a kick in the stomach and was able to grab ahold of lead pipe.
Dave immediately used the pipe to hoist himself up and literally got swinging into action.
This is what he felt like his bro had been training him for all these years. For this exact moment. At that moment, Dave remembered everything his bro had taught him during their strifes.
Put your best foot forward, pit your other back. Place your best hand above the other. Dodge at your opponent's attack and swing at their weakness. And always, ALWAYS keep your eye on your opponent at all times!
With his make shift sword in his hand and his brother's guidance in his head, Dave got into his 'stance' and was ready to face to the biggest opponent of his life.
"Come at me bro," Dave couldn't help the cocky smirk.
The only reply Noir offers to that was a failed slash with his tiny sword. Which Dave dodges without a problem.
Dave dodged all of Noir's attack's before launching a few of his own. He wanted to see where Noir's weakness was. And he found it. It was his left side. Dave managed to dodge all of Noir's attacks, now it was time to attack his weakness.
Dave ran forward and swung the pipe straight into Noir's side.
Noir immediately cringed and took a few steps back.
Causing Dave to smirk, "What's the matter Noir? Can dish it out, but you can't take it?"
Noir growled at Dave's insult and lunged forward, which Dave easily dodged.
Dave leaped behind Noir and swung into his left shoulder, nearly bringing Noir to his knees. But he would not be deterred. Until he started noticing something.
The more Dave hit, the more cocky he got. Noir knew this and saw it and it was only a matter of time before his cockiness got the better of him and he messed up.
After a few more hits from Dave, Noir didn't have to wait too long. Dave's swings were getting sloppier, less precise. His cockiness was starting to show more and his attention was starting to get averted.
On his last swing, Dave barely swiped Noir again on the side and when he noticed Noir panting cockily said, "What's wrong Noir? Getting tired already? I'm just getting started."
Dave was trying to hide the fact that he was getting pretty tired and out of breath too, but he wasn't exactly doing a great job.
Noir was taking note of this and was getting ready to use it against him.
Dave was about to lunge again, when he heard a frantic voice call his name not too far off.
"DAVE!"
It sounded like...
"Bro? Bro is that you?" Dave broke his brother's most sacred rule and turned his attention away from his opponent.
This was the mistake that Noir had been waiting for.
While Dave was distracted Noir kicked the pipe out of Dave's hand.
With him now disarmed, Noir took his chance and tried to make a fatal slash across Dave's throat.
But, Dave quickly whipped his head around just as Noir lunged and swung, and ducted just in time.
However, he didn't get away unscaved. Noir's knife slashed him good across his cheek.
Dave falls back to the ground as he presses is hand against his bloody cheek.
Noir stood seemingly victorious over him as he was about to lung his knife into Dave's chest.
But before he could make a move, the sound of two gun fires stop him in his tracks. Two bullets barely missed him. One grazed the left side of his head next to his temple, and the other grazed his right shoulder.
On both ends of the alley way, stood Dirk Strider on one end, Jane Crocker on the other.
Before both adults get ready to load their second bullet into the man standing over their babies; Noir threw a smoke bomb he kept hidden in his coat and escaped up a near by fire escape up to the roof of a building.
When the smoke cleared, Noir was gone and Dave was left shaking and bleeding in the middle of the alley way.
As soon as Dirk and Jane saw Dave through the clearing smoke, with tears in their eyes, both adults took off running toward the shaking teen; both screaming to the top of their lungs, "DAVE!"
I hope this chapter can make up for the missed update last week!
And to you HomestuckVS, don't worry about your tests. You will do fine!:D I believe in you!