Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)
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				Title: <strong>Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mint</strong> on <strong>24-07-2010, 23:45:00</strong>
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				Life was boring. No, life was worse than boring; it was pointless. Day in, day out, same thing. Jake Riccardi was a gang member, leader of the Crypts gang, which ruled over the west side of Chagrin, urban metropolis. It was a life most normal people would say was anything but boring, but honestly, routine was sickening and that was something average people could understand. A full-time employee found monotony in their boring desk job in the same way that Jake was beginning to find monotony in murder and sex. Gun fights were still fun, but he was the leader of the gang so he was forbidden from recklessly endangering himself. Everything was so stupid. Well, maybe he was just frustrated.<br><br>In any case, sick of being a gang leader, Jake had taken to dressing in average clothes on some days and walking about the city like a normal person. He was smart enough not to leave his gang's territory and all of the gang members (for the most part) knew his face and wouldn't jump him. Obviously Jake was a crack-shot with a gun and he always carried one so he wasn't too worried. His so-dark-brown-it-was-almost-black hair was tied in a red bandanna, with locks of black escaping from it. Over that, he wore a black cap (red and black were the Crypts' colors), twisted backward with the brim pointing toward the smooth curve of his back. He wore a heavy black motorcycle jacket over a red tank, jeans, and skater shoes. For a twenty-five year old, he came off as some teenage punk. <br><br>As he walked, Jake wasn't paying too close attention to where he was going and, before he realized it, he'd walked right into someone. <strong>"What the hell, man? Watch where you're going."</strong> Jake grumbled, stumbling back a few steps as he readjusted his hat and glared at the person he'd just run into. It was a blond kid who looked very much like he didn't belong in such a rough neighborhood. Not only because he was blond, pale white, and frail looking, but because he was wearing a suit and tie. He looked much more like he belonged to the north sector of town, where all of the stupid aristocrats lived. Above all, he looked pretty sexy. Unlike the creeps who lived around here (and were a part of the gang), this boy wasn't disfigured, didn't have scars, and didn't exude that 'rough-and-tumble' attitude. <br><br>Smirking, Jake thought he could make use of a boy like this - for more than one end. <strong>"Nice suit you got there. How much something like that cost?"</strong> Jake had enough money that robbing this guy's pockets would make little more than petty change, but... if he came from a well-off family... well, there could be decent monetary gain in that. Plus, he wasn't too bad to look at. Slipping forward, Jake grabbed the other male before he had much time to react and pushed him back, up against the rough brick wall behind him. Sharp, pearly white teeth were revealed as Jake's smirk widened.<strong> "What's your last name, kid? Daddy rich?"</strong> Jake's grip on the male's upper arms was like iron, keeping him locked in place (Jake didn't work out every day for nothing). Even without hearing a response, though, Jake was convinced this kid came from good stock, and even if he didn't... well, he was a damn sight prettier than the whores Jake currently had at his disposal. There would be some use for this kid in the Crypts, even if that use wasn't monetary. <br><br>Pinning the boy with his own body, Jake clamped a hand over his mouth and glanced around, making sure no one was watching. Satisfied that the street was quite deserted, Jake fumbled his other hand through the deep pockets of his motorcycle jacket. After a few minutes, he located what he was looking for and he pulled out a pair of handcuffs. What good gang member didn't carry them for occasions such as this? <strong>"Now, be a good boy and put your hands together for me, nice and easy. Don't wanna have to bruise that pretty face of yours." </strong>Jake said, his voice low in the other man's ear. He was heavily doubting that this blond would go along with things without a fight but... well, he'd be stupid if he tried anything. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izu</strong> on <strong>25-07-2010, 14:34:44</strong>
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				<em>’Air…’</em> He hurried outside and loosened his tie, gasping for air and looking up at the sky. His heart was beating madly inside his chest, almost hurting as it pumped blood towards his head, getting him a huge headache. <strong>“Move!”</strong> Someone shouted at him as the paramedics ushered some guy from the ambulance into the ER. Chris jumped away from their way, looking over his shoulder for a moment before gasping for air again. If it had been any other day he would have most probably followed them inside as he was a trainee at this hospital… but today he wasn’t here for his education… Today he had come to greet his new step-mother who had just given birth to his baby-brother. And for some reason, watching his father with his new wife and son got him a panic attack and he had to flee from the hospital. It wasn’t like he cared much about his inheritance being endangered now by the new member of the Carson family, but panic still took over him when he saw his father’s smiling face. His father never smiled.<br><br>He swallowed hard and looked around, not sure what to do now or where to go. His father had pretty much disowned him when he got into Med school instead of the business one that his father had wanted him to graduate, but he was quite sure that the man was no longer going to even want to see him now that he had a new son… He shook his head and rubbed his face with a hand, realizing that he was feeling like an angst-filled teenager, which was kind of silly. Still… he didn’t want to go home. Not now. He needed to just clear his mind, so that he would be calm whenever he faced his father later that day. So he just started walking down the street, looking down, trying to calm down.<br><br>He had no idea for how long he had been walking, but he knew that his feet were already hurting. He didn’t look up until he bumped into someone – a rather handsome man, maybe a couple or so years older than he was. <strong>“I… sorry…”</strong> He mumbled, sighing heavily as he looked around. Where the hell was he?? He blinked and opened his mouth to ask the man if he could give him some directions as to how to get to the nearest bus station, but his words were cut off when the other commented on his suit. <strong>“Eh?”</strong> He looked down at the fancy clothes and shrugged lightly<strong>. “Not sure… Sorry, could you pl…” </strong>He started, but his words were cut off once again as he found himself pinned against the wall, unable to move as that man’s hands held his tightly.<br><strong><br>“Hey! What the… Let go!” </strong>He gasped, wriggling a little as he tried to push the stranger off himself. <strong>“My wallet is in the inside pocket of the jacket… just take it and leave me alone!”</strong> He groaned as he tensed up his muscles (which he hadn’t taken much care of due to too much studying and work, so his attempts to free himself failed).<strong> “What? My… my name? It’s Carson! Christopher Carson! Now let go!” </strong>He tried to push the offender off, but once again his attempt was in vain. Now, the Carsons was a well known family in Chagrin as his father – William Carson, owned just about half of the city, and was without doubt one of the richest men not only in Chagrin, but in the entire country as well.<strong> “Let go of me!” </strong>He wriggled again, gasping for air as panic started taking over him once again, though it was quite different this time… it was much closer to pure fear…<br><br><strong>“Gh…”</strong> He clenched his teeth as he stared at the other man’s eyes when the other covered his mouth with his strong hand, hoping to see a joking glitter or anything like this, hoping that this was all some big joke and it wasn’t really happening. His heart pounded heavily against his chest as he tried to push the other off once again, throwing his head to the side as he tried to free his mouth. <strong>“HELP!”</strong> He managed to shout from the bottom of his lungs, his arms moving hectically as he fought for his freedom. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mint</strong> on <strong>25-07-2010, 15:07:24</strong>
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				It was a good sign that this kid offered up his wallet without Jake even asking; it meant that he valued his life over a little cash. While it was unclear what limit he or his father would be willing to spend to save him, things were looking promising. Especially when Jake heard the boy's name. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"Carson...?"</strong></span> Jake's expression was absolutely devilish. There were probably some Carsons in the city that weren't related to business mogul William Carson, but Christopher's appearance and expensive clothes made his relation likely. This day was getting better and better. <br><br>The only hitch was that this brat didn't seem willing to comply to his demands so easily. <br><br>Struggling for all he was worth, the blond didn't put up much of a fight, but he managed to free his mouth, screaming for help in a frantic voice. Gritting his teeth in anger, Jake backhanded him across the face before slipping his hand under his shirt and pulling his pistol from it's hiding place in his waistband. Leaning a bit closer to Chris so that anyone in the area (and there was still no one) wouldn't see the glint of metal, Jake pressed the cold tip of the gun to the hollow of the other male's throat. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"You better shut the fuck up if you know what's good for you,"</strong></span> he growled, his face inches from Chris's as he stared at him with dark, fierce eyes. Jake wasn't playing around and it was clear by his expression. <br><br>In the background, one woman had peeked out of her house to see what the commotion was all about. Even though she couldn't see Jake's face from her angle, she was the black and red gang colors he was wearing and quickly vanished back inside without him ever knowing she had been there. No one around here was stupid enough to mess with one of the Crypts, especially if they were alone. The only people would could save Chris now were either the police (and they were dumb enough to come this far into the ghetto without reason), or members of the Crypts two rival gangs, the Crimson Hearts,&nbsp; the all girls gang from the south, or the Shadow Strikers from the east side. The Shadows lived on the port side of the city, a relatively prosperous side, so they usually didn't mess with anyone else unless they were messed with first. They were a strong gang, but they didn't care much about expanding their territory to the ghetto that spanned the west side of the city. As for the Hearts... they were fucking girls. They weren't usually stupid enough to just wander around without a plan, but they did sometime invade simply to kill off Crypts. <br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"All right now, before I fucking shoot you, you'd better shut your damn mouth and do what I say."</strong></span> Jake held up the handcuffs again, with his other hand. He still had Chris pressed back against the bricks, but he was no longer holding him there with anything but his body. If Chris was stupid enough, he could try to make a break for it, but he wouldn't get very far without a bullet through his brain.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izu</strong> on <strong>25-07-2010, 15:39:57</strong>
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				<strong>"Argh!"</strong> Chris cried out when his face was slapped, his cheek burning in red afterwards and a drop of blood appearing at the corner of his lips, obviously his teeth having caused a small cut there. He closed his eyes, breathing in and out deeply, whimpering as he felt the ice cold muzzle of the gun pressing against the hollow of his throat. Now... he wasn't stupid. He knew that he had most probably ended up in the west side of the town which was known for being the reason why most people visited the hospital where he was working. People here were rough, horrible, guns and knives were toys for them and they were not afraid to use them. So it wasn't all that hard to figure out that this man was not going to hesitate before pulling the trigger...<br><strong><br>"Okay.. okay... please don't shoot..."</strong> He whispered, his voice choking with fear. Even his bright green eyes had filled with tears. Chris might have not liked his family, his background and his life, but it didn't mean that he wanted to lose it. He was young. Hardly twenty-two, still at school, still trying to find his way in life, not having loved anyone, not having been loved by anyone... He hadn't accomplished anything... and he really wanted to be somebody. He wanted to become a strong man, not caring about his father's wishes and the way the head of the Carson family treated him. Chris was going to do anything just to keep his life...<br><br>He swallowed hard, biting on his bottom lip as he obediently moved his hands together to let the man handcuff him. What was going to happen with him? Was he going to be murdered? He had seen corpses in the hospital's morgue with missing organs - people who had wondered off to the wrong part of the city, angered the wrong people, and ended up as organ donors to the black market. Was he too going to end up in a black plastic bag with a number on his toe? He... didn't want this to happen... <strong>"My... my father... he will pay you a lot as long as you give me back to him..."</strong> He muttered though he didn't sound all that sure about it... especially now that William Junior had been born...<br><br><strong>"Please don't kill me..."</strong> He begged quietly, breathing heavily, his chest hurting from the crazy speed which his heart was going on at. He was just a kid after all... He had been sheltered by his father most of his life and he hadn't really lived at all until he got into med school, but even afterwards his life experience was still quite close to the minimum... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mint</strong> on <strong>25-07-2010, 16:18:20</strong>
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				Blood was a good look for Chris. Unable to help himself, Jake, smirking, leaned closer to the boy, his tongue flicking out and gathering the blood trailing from Chris's chin to the corner of his lips, leaving a wet trail on the smoothness of Chris's face. The slight metallic taste of iron in the blond's blood tasted good and, smiling haughtily, Jake licked his own lips as his eyes examined the face before him. Was the boy truly unaware of how delectable he looked? And that whimper... <br><br>Yes, Jake was certain that he and Chris would be spending a lot more time together, whether the boy wanted to or not. <br><br>Lowering the gun slightly when Chris conceded, Jake nodded and stepped back altogether. He kept the gun in his hand just in case (and also to prevent Chris from somehow stealing it from him and turning the tables) and waited for Chris to hold his wrists out. The promise of getting paid a small fortune for Chris's return only made Jake more ecstatic. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"Wonderful,"</strong></span> he murmured, as he locked the metal handcuffs onto Chris's wrists, tightening them until they were just biting into the skin. A few hours of wearing them would rub Chris's wrists raw, but Jake didn't care about that. <br><br>Leaning close again, the gang leader grabbed his captive's upper arm. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"Good boy,"</strong></span> Jake breathed into Chris's ear before pulling the blond away from the wall and pulling him forward. No longer worried about Chris stealing his gun, Jake stuffed it back into the waistband of his boxers. Holding Chris securely by one arm, Jake then began to lead him through the winding back alleys of the ghetto. With captive in tow, he wasn't dumb enough to take the main streets. On his way, he passed several other Crypts, all wearing various arrays of red and black. Each and every one nodded at him, before looking at Chris and sneering. All of them could see that the Crypts had a new plaything. What they didn't yet know was that Chris wasn't available. At least not yet. Chris had to be kept looking pretty so daddy would want him back.<br><br>After about fifteen minutes of walking (walking that was likely incredibly humiliating for Chris), Jake pulled the boy into a rather average looking warehouse - warehouse #5. The inside contained quite a few Crypts, including the occasional girl, most of whom were milling about aimlessly. Jake ignored them all and their stares as he led Chris to a set of stairs in the back. Dragging Chris down beneath ground level, they entered a series of passageways. Most of the warehouses in this district were connected underground. The original architects probably thought it would make transfer of goods easy, but now it just made for an extremely convenient hideout. <br><br>Jake ended up bringing Chris to a hallway with a series of doors. Each door had a small square cut out of it. There were no bars - the Crypts didn't have that much spare funds - but the holes were small enough to prevent escape anyway. Jake selected one room at the end of the hallway and threw the door open. Inside was, well, an empty room. No cot, no blanket, no toilet.&nbsp; The only thing in there aside from a concrete floor was a few spiderwebs and their arachnid creators. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"Home sweet home. I trust you'll enjoy our five-star accommodations," </strong></span>Jake mocked, before kicking Chris into the dark room and slamming the door. The only light in the room came from the square cut out of the door, from the light of the bare bulbs in the hallway, and Jake would turn those off once he left. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"If you get hungry, well, I hope you like spiders."</strong></span> Jake said, smirking, before turning and preparing to leave. If Chris had any last words for him, he'd better get them out now. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izu</strong> on <strong>25-07-2010, 16:52:55</strong>
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				He whimpered once again when he felt the man's tongue running up his chin to his lips, licking away the small trail of blood that had started from the corner of his mouth. His body shivered and he felt how blood rushed to his face, turning his cheeks red. He felt so humiliated that he wanted to cry. He didn't know what was going to happen with him, but he did know that he was quite terrified. He swallowed hard, panting for air as he tilted his head away not wanting to look at Jake's face anymore. He wanted to push him off, fight him, run away, but that gun pressing against his throat... it stopped him from taking any action. He didn't want to die! <br><br>"Gh..." He groaned quietly when the cuffs were put around his wrist, feeling how to metal pierced in his skin right away. It hurt but he said nothing, not wanting to let the other know that he was had a rather low tolerance to pain. After all he had never been in a situation like this before. No one had ever hurt him physically except for a couple of slaps that he had gotten from his father when he had been a kid. Not that people didn't want to beat him up and hurt him - most of his old classmates had hated him just for the last name he had, but the bodyguards that had been following him around through out all the years at school had stopped all attempts of bullying. He had been a prince for most of his life even if he didn't like to admit it... Only that it seemed that his crown was about to be taken off by his newly born son of his father...<br><br>He gritted his teeth in an attempt to stay quiet as the other man started pulling him down the streets. He wanted to shout, to scream, to push him off and run away, but he knew that this was not going to happen - he was far from being physically strong to do so, and even if he did manage to push the other man off and flee... well, he couldn't outrun the bullet that was most definitely going to follow him soon after that. He felt how his heart started beating faster with every next step, panic taking over him once again. Why was this guy letting him see where he was taking him? In movies this always meant that your kidnappers were not going to let you go alive! He swallowed hard, glancing at the guy with the corner of his eyes, pleading that the man was just not all that smart and that was why he forgot to cover his eyes... or something like this.<br><br>He gasped quietly and bit on his bottom lip when they walked in that warehouse, feeling how cold sweat broke out on his forehead at all those gazes that stared at him. He could see the look in the eyes of all those men - they looked at him as if he was a prey that was soon to be torn into pieces. He shivered lightly with fear as he was taken away from this place down some dark corridors until they stopped in front of a door that was soon opened. "Argh!" Chris cried out when he was kicked in, losing his balance and falling on the ground. His chin got scratched against the dirt floor and his fancy suit got dusty right away. The blond even started coughing from the dust that had gotten in the air after his fall, closing his eyes and curling to a ball.<br><br>He bit on his bottom lip hard, feeling how tears rolled down his cheeks. He hoped that the guy would leave and not come back soon... he hoped that he was going to forget to check his pockets. He prayed to all gods that his kidnapper was just some moron who would not remember to take his cellphone away... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mint</strong> on <strong>25-07-2010, 17:43:25</strong>
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				No, Jake normally wasn't the one who conducted captures. He didn't necessarily have the best strategy, but he figured that the cops already knew about their hideout (it was warehouse, how much more obvious could it get?), and if Chris escaped, he probably wouldn't want to be coming back. In any case, unless Chris's cellphone was ridiculously amazing, he wasn't going to be getting any service underground like this. Due to that, Jake didn't worry too much about taking the boy's phone. It would have been smarter to take it, but for a gang leader, Jake didn't necessarily know how the best way to keep a victim detained. <br><br>Waltzing away from the cell after locking it, Jake made his way to the entrance of the corridor and flicked the light off, smirking as all of the cells were thrown into darkness. Chris would have a good night, he was sure. There was a guard at the entrance of the hallway and Jake told him about Chris. Nodding, the guy made a mark in his notebook. Chris was in his hands until tomorrow. <br><br>In the meantime, Jake went up to his own quarters, which were a thousand times better than the cement squares in the basement. Grabbing one of his advisers, he told him about Carson. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"Get William Carson on the line with me. I have a little... negotiating to do with him."</strong></span> Jake smirked, thinking over in his mind what figure he should ask for. Was a million too much? Probably not for a business tycoon like Carson. Heck, Carson probably made a million dollars every damn day. But... if Carson wouldn't fork out that much, Jake decided he'd be willing to be haggled down to five hundred thousand, at the minimum. <br><br>It didn't take long for his intel to find out what the number was for Carson's cell. Even if the number was private, nothing was a secret from the Crypts. Taking it, Jake wasted no time dialing it up from his own line, one which would appear as 'private caller' on a caller ID. Jake waited while the phone rang, hoping the old bag would pick up. Maybe, Jake wondered, he should have Chris nearby for this. It was usually requested by the victims that they get to hear their loved one on the line for a few moments, mostly just to make sure that it wasn't all a hoax. Dammit. Already he was fucking up. Peace and boredom had made him lose his edge. <br><br>Whispering to one of his aids, Jake said, <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"Go get the God damned hostage. He's in the far cell in underground holding." </strong></span>Jake was pretty pissed at himself. Plus Chris would probably think he was an idiot - not that he cared, since he was the one with the gun. It had probably only been a half hour or so since he'd first taken Chris down there. He wanted to leave Chris alone in the darkness and his despair, but now wasn't really the time. <br><br>Nodding, the aid vanished and hurried down to the holding cell to fetch Chris. He flicked the lights in the tunnel back on as he reentered it, glancing into each cell as he passed it. The whores were holed up in another area and they usually didn't keep captives for long, so Chris was quite alone down here - other than the spiders. Finding Chris in the last cell, the aid unlocked it and pulled the door open, moving in to grab him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izu</strong> on <strong>25-07-2010, 18:15:02</strong>
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				Poor Chris was trying his best to stay calm and not burst into tears like he wanted to. It wasn't the time for this - he had to stay calm, wait until his kidnapper left and to do his best to get in touch with the cops or maybe even his father. He swallowed hard, whimpering quietly when the lights were turned off. He had never felt comfortable in dark places, and down here it was so dark that he couldn't even see the lines of his own body. He gasped for air as he pushed himself in a sitting position, whimpering as the motion made the cuffs pierce deeper into his skin...<br><br><strong>"Fuck... fuck..."</strong> He whispered to himself, swallowing hard once again as he tried to stop the tears of desperation rolling down his cheeks, though it was kind of hard to achieve this. <strong>"Gh..."</strong> He twisted his hands to be able to reach into the inside pocket for his cellphone, once again feeling the metal cutting through the gentle skin on his wrist. And it turned out much harder to pull the phone out of the pocket that he had thought - the movement of his hands was limited and extremely painful and he needed to undo the buttons of his jacket first before having access to the pocket. It took him nearly five minutes to accomplish this, but just as he pulled the phone out his fingers dropped it as they had gotten cut from blood.<br><br><strong>"Gh..." </strong>He groaned as he let his hands down, trying to relax a little to let some blood get back into his fingers. He bit on his bottom lip as he waited for a couple of minutes before he shifted a little and tried to search for the cellphone on the ground, finally he felt the device between his hands and quickly unlocked it, blinking hard as his eyes felt blinded by the light from it. <strong>"No... no... noooo..." </strong>He cried when he saw that the bars of the signal were gone, cursing under his breath as he stared down at it. He had no idea that those warehouses had solid floors in case that dangerous materials were kept in them to keep them away from the soil, so above his head there was a solid plate of concrete and metal that blocked all signals. <br><br>He slowly pushed himself up and reached out with hands towards the ceiling, trying to catch some signal. His tears had finally dried out of desperation as he sought for a spot with signal, going around the cell. But he found none...<br><br>He winced when the lights were suddenly turned on, blinding him as well. He closed his eyes and moved his hands up to rub them, wincing again when he saw that there was some blood on his wrist. <strong>"Shit...</strong>" He whispered as he stared at the cuffs, feeling how fear filled his heart once again. And then the door was suddenly opened, a rather muscular guy coming in. The man stopped and stared at the blond before he groaned and hurried to his side, punching him across the face. <strong>"You lil shit!"</strong> He shouted as he kicked the phone away from his hands and then kicked him in the stomach.<br><br>Chris coughed out the last bits of air in his lungs at the kick, crying out weakly as he nearly lost consciousness. A moment later that guy pulled him up for his hair and dragged him out of the cell. Next thing Chris knew was that he was kicked on the floor of some other room. Looking around weakly he saw that he was in a room with the guy who had kidnapped him. The man who had brought him from the cell, kicked him in the side once again before pointing a finger at him. <strong>"The lil bastard was trying to call the cops!" </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mint</strong> on <strong>25-07-2010, 18:43:01</strong>
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				Carson wasn't picking up. Damn stupid old bastard. What else could he have going on? He probably didn't know yet that his son was missing. Jake supposed that, as a CEO, Carson was busy, but still. Sighing, the gang leader decided to wait until Chris had been brought up to try again. He didn't have to wait more than five minutes before the aid was dragging in a rather haggard looking rich boy. Amazing what half an hour of being a captive would do to some fragile little aristocrat. It seemed that Chris wasn't completely without fight, however, as the aid explained that he'd caught Chris in the act of trying to dial the police. <br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"Fuck. Goddammit, I'm bad at this kidnapping thing,"</strong></span> Jake said wryly, looking more amused than upset with himself. <strong><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">"Anyway, don't hit him too much. Want to keep him pretty so his daddy will actually want him back."</span></strong> It seemed that William Carson hadn't picked up the first time, so Jake redialed. Now that Chris was here, he'd be able to leverage better anyway. Also, Jake wanted to be the one to make Chris bleed if he was going to bleed and cry if he was going to cry. As far as he was concerned, until Chris was rescued, he belonged to him. <br><br>As Jake waited for Chris's father to answer his phone, he stared at Chris. The handcuffs hadn't cut his wrists too severely yet, but some blood was trickling from where the metal had bit into his skin. Jake smirked as he envisioned Chris with his hands tied above his head, spread out on Jake's four poster bed. An innocent looking boy like Chris... Jake wondered if he was still a virgin. Now wasn't really the time to entertain such thoughts, but Jake wasn't going to pretend he didn't want Chris. <br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><br>"Come here, Carson," </strong></span>Jake said, beckoning Chris forward with one finger and pointing to the ground at his feet. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"Your father will probably want to hear your voice, just to make sure we have you. Most people don't like to hand over a million dollars without making damn well sure that their son has actually been kidnapped." </strong></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izu</strong> on <strong>25-07-2010, 19:06:06</strong>
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				Chris gasped for air, biting on his bottom lip as he didn't want to bring the pleasure to those monsters by letting them know how much it hurt him being kicked and hit. He swallowed hard when he was ordered to go to Jake's side, but he only shook his head weakly. <strong>"Fuck you..."</strong> He mumbled, but a moment later he screamed as that aid had pulled him for the hair once again, throwing him in Jake's feet. <strong>"Argh..."</strong> Chris cried out as he fell on the ground, shaking heavily for a moment or two. It hurt... it terrified him... and it sure was a horrible hit to his pride. He glared over his shoulder at the aid who only grinned and shrugged as if apologizing to his boss (because Chris had figured out that the guy who had kidnapped him seemed to be the boss).<br><br>But when he heard that Jake was going to ask his father for a million in exchange of his life, he couldn't help but smirk. He was insured against five millions in case of kidnapping, and for twenty millions in case he was killed. For a moment he wondered whether his father would pay to have him back. After all if he remained kidnapped and then killed, his father was going to get 25 millions out of him... And having Will Jr... his father really no longer needed him...<br><br>Finally someone on the other side of the line picked up and a deep man's voice could be heard. <strong>"Yes?"</strong> Chris looked up when he heard his father's voice coming from the kidnapper's cellphone. He could even hear a party going on wherever his father was, obviously celebrating the birth of his second son. <strong>"If it's for an interview contact my secretary. There will be no pictures until he is allowed to come out of the hospital, so don't bother to try to get those now.</strong>" William Carson laughed, obviously thinking that some journalist had gotten his number. On any other day the man would have hung up at the sight of an unknown ID, but today he decided to humor himself and make those reporters beg him for an interview and a photoshoot with the youngest member of the Carson family.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mint</strong> on <strong>25-07-2010, 19:26:17</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"My, my, what an attitude,"</strong></span> Jake mused at Chris's harsh words, smirking as the aid grabbed him and threw him forward. Chris landed hard on the ground, gasping in pain. It was shame that the boy had to get hurt but honestly, if he didn't comply, that was what was going to happen to him. If he stayed here much longer, he'd have to learn that submission was the only way to remain pain free, and even then, well, Jake kind of enjoyed seeing that pained expression. <br><br>Opening his mouth, Jake was about to say something, but that was just when the older Carson answered. Closing his mouth, Jake's lips curved into a haughty smile. He didn't really know what Carson was blabbing about on the other end of the line, but he didn't care too much anyway. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"Shut the hell up for five seconds and listen to me, Carson,"</strong></span> Jake said, <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"I am the leader of the west side gang, the Crypts. I've got your son, Christopher. If you ever want to see him again, I demand a million dollars." </strong></span>Jake got right to the point. He could hear, in the background, a party going on on Carson's end. He wondered what was up. <br><br>Well, no matter. The party was about to come to a screeching halt as soon as its host learned that his son had been kidnapped and taken for random money. It was always so amusing to hear concerned loved ones and family members' shock when they heard the horrible news, and that they'd have to pay a large sum of money to ensure the captive's safety. Jake honestly had no idea how much a million dollars was to a rich person like Carson, but he knew to any of the poverty-stricken people in this neighborhood, it was an impossible sum of money. <br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"So, what will it be? I have Christopher here with me, if you need to talk to him,"</strong></span> Jake said, his eyes trailing to Chris who was at his feet like a dog. As he viewed the blond boy, Jake decided he should get a collar for him. It would be very fitting. At least until Chris was gone and Jake had a million dollars instead.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izu</strong> on <strong>25-07-2010, 19:45:35</strong>
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				Only that there was no shout to stop the party and there was really no halt of the party. Carson remained silent for a moment a bit surprised at the sudden news of his son being kidnapped and his kidnappers requesting a ransom of a million. <strong>"Is that so?"</strong> He finally spoke, his voice anything but worried. It actually sounded cold and amused. <strong>"Well, in any case, call me tomorrow morning. I'm too busy right now to talk about business."</strong> He said and hung up without letting Jake say anything else. Mr. Carson looked at his cellphone and a moment later dialed his son's number, only to get a message that the number was busy. He hung up again and shrugged lightly before he returned to the party, not really bothered by the fact that his son could have been kidnapped by the Crypts...<br><br>Chris smirked and shook his head when he heard his father's reply. He wasn't surprised at all. He had never thought that the man cared about him... After all Chris was the son of Carson's whore who had gotten pregnant to get money out of him. Chris's mother had sold her son to the father and then disappeared. The man had kept the boy only because he hadn't had a wife at the time and he wanted to have a heir. And after he got a wife, Chris had been 'lucky' that the woman had had problems with getting pregnant, so his father divorced her and married his next wife, who had been Chris's babysitter. And now that they had a son who was most probably not going to disappoint his father, Carson no longer needed Chris... Or at least that was what Chris thought...<br><strong><br>"Seems like you won't be getting your millions so quickly."</strong> He mumbled, his lips twitching into a weak bitter smile for a moment. He felt like pointing a finger at the leader and laughing at him, but he wasn't that dumb - he knew that something like this could easily cost him his life. He swallowed hard and looked down, closing his eyes for a moment. He suddenly felt empty. No fear, no disappointment, nothing. His father had this influence over him - to kill any emotion that he had with just a couple of words...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mint</strong> on <strong>25-07-2010, 20:44:57</strong>
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				Carson's response was... unexpected, to say the least. The business man didn't sound the slightest bit concerned. In fact, he sounded more amused than anything. As if Chris being kidnapped was some joke to him. And the joke was on Jake for kidnapping someone no one gave two fucks about. Carson even had the audacity as to tell Jake when to call back, as though he was the one in control. Hanging up the phone, Jake's face was an absolute scowl. Chris didn't make it any better by speaking.<br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"Hahaha. Yeah, very fucking amusing."</strong></span> Jake sneered, insulted that Chris was finding amusement in his embarrassment. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"Well, guess what, bitch? I can wait. It's you who this is bad news for. Now you get to be stuck here until at least tomorrow morning. And you're a regular freakin comedian if you think we're going to feed you. Hell, you're damn lucky that I'm not staging you as a whore for the night. My boys would love to get a piece of your ass."</strong></span> Jake threatened, voice seething with anger. While the brown haired male was normally a fairly laid back person, he didn't take kindly to people making him feel stupid. <br><br>Jake wasn't sure if Chris knew just how God damn attractive he was, but it was unlikely that any of the gay men here (and even some of the straight ones) would turn down a chance to fuck him. Only Jake stood between him and them and Chris just didn't get it. Well, he'd realize it sooner or later, if he stayed here long enough. <br><br>Slouching back in his chair, Jake was the epitome of an angry sulking teenager, even though he was twenty-five. The over sized motorcycle jacked and backwards black cap made him look younger. What was he going to do now? He supposed he had no choice but to wait until morning. Gaze slipping onto Chris, Jake considered what he could do with him. What he really desired was to slap Chris across the face and force him to apologize for his earlier wry smile, but Jake could restrain himself. Breaking Chris would be fun, but Jake had brought him here solely as a cash cow. He didn't want to risk losing out on any of his ransom money by hurting Chris too badly. <br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"Just... take him back downstairs. Don't let anyone touch him, but don't feed him, or give him water, or anything. Just let him rot down there,"</strong></span> Jake grumbled. Maybe later if he was feeling a bit better, he'd go down and visit Chris, but it seemed unlikely and all he wanted to do at this moment was make Chris suffer. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izu</strong> on <strong>25-07-2010, 21:23:51</strong>
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				Chris tried his best not to wince when the other threatened him to give him to his men as a play thing. His face went pale for a moment and he gritted his teeth, but he managed to not wince or show his fear. He knew that the other wasn't going to do this. At least not yet... not until he had gotten his money. Being raped by some gangsters could actually kill Chris and he doubted that Jake would let this happen because it would have meant no cash for sure. He swallowed hard and looked away, breathing and out deeply as he tried to remain calm. If he freaked out he wouldn't have been able to think straight... and he really had to be able to think in a situation like this if he wanted to end alive.<br><br>"Yes, sir." The other man nodded as he moved to Chris and pulled him for the hair once again. "Gh.." The blond cried out quietly but he quickly managed to stand up and follow the aid quickly so that the other wouldn't end up hurting him too badly. He even gripped for the man's hand trying to ease a bit on the other's hold. Not that it helped, because the aid was a god damned gorilla - strong enough to not notice the young man's attempt to free himself. <br><br>"Get in there and dun think about trying anything weird kid!" He shouted as he kicked him in the dark cell, once again Chris flying towards the ground and hitting the floor in a rather painful manner. He whimpered and curled into a ball, closing his eyes. By now his entire body was hurting from all this throwing around and kicking, and he was quite sure that his arms, legs and torso were covered in bruises. And one thing was for sure - his wrists started hurting even worse after this one fall. <br><br>Soon he was locked in the dark cold room, laying on the ground. He was already thirsty and hungry but he was going to survive for a night without food and water. It wasn't like it was all that big of a torture - he sometimes did it without noticing - whenever he studied for exams or he had a twenty-four hour shift. He was going to make it... something like this was definitely not going to break him... At some of the night he even managed to doze off out of exhaustion. It was kind of very tiring to try to stay calm all this time without freaking out. His body was definitely going to get through all this, but his mind... it was a bit doubtful...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mint</strong> on <strong>25-07-2010, 21:44:38</strong>
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				Once Chris had been dragged off, Jake left the room as well. After the day's events, the gang leader wanted little more than to be alone. He wouldn't have minded having Chris with him, but that was only if the boy was quiet and submissive, which he didn't foresee happening any time in the near future. Hopefully by tomorrow night, the stuck up rich boy would be out of his hair and Jake would be a million dollars richer. Upsettingly, however, Carson's father didn't seem too worried or eager to shell out money for his son. Jake kind of had a bad feeling about the entire situation. If the elder Carson didn't care enough about Chris to take five minutes and discuss the terms of his release, he probably wouldn't care enough to throw a million dollars down the drain for him, either. Even if a million dollars was chump change for a CEO like him, who likely made billions annually.<br><br>Flopping on his bed, Jake stared around his room. As would be expected, it was the nicest room in the complex. It was, however, still a room in a stupid warehouse. Jake had decorated it in red and black and his four poster bed was huge, large enough to fit five people relatively comfortably, but Jake would never forget that this was, indeed, just a warehouse. Heck, the entire complex was like low-income housing for street punks. Everyone only got one room, they all shared meals in a cafeteria, and they all contributed all of&nbsp; their earnings toward Jake for paying property taxes. It wasn't like they were illegally squatting in these warehouses - they owned them - and the annual taxes were monstrous. Sighing, Jake wished being a gang leader was a bit more profitable. Maybe he should kidnap rich boys more often. But no... if he did that, he'd force the police to move their hand. At this point, the cops were content to ignore them, just so long as they kept their crimes in the shadows, but if they drew press attention by kidnapping countless aristocrats, they'd be done. <br><br>It didn't take long for Jake to drift into a dreamless sleep and when he woke again the late afternoon light that had been filtering into his room through his industrial window was gone and it was pitch dark outside. Sitting up, Jake glanced at the clock. It was 3 am. He ran a hand through his messy, unkempt black hair (the bandanna and hat having fallen off in his sleep), and yawned, waiting a moment before he got to his feet. Pulling off his motorcycle jacket, Jake tossed it over the back of the chair at his desk. Clad in a red tank top and his black jeans, Jake padded out the door and down the hallway. The gangleader took the stairs down to the kitchen and grabbed a glass before filling it with tap water. Not the best water, but better than nothing. He took a drink before filling it again and returning to the stairs.<br><br>Instead of returning upstairs to his room, Jake went downstairs into the underground hallways. Most of them were dark, but he didn't bother to flick on any lights. He had this place memorized. Jake walked through the twisting hallways until he arrived outside the entrance leading to the holding cells. The guard there was shocked to see him loom out of the shadows - Jake almost got a bullet put through him - but the gang leader only smirked and slipped past the man like a wraith. In this hallway, he did turn on the light, and then he glided to the door at the end to peek through the square cut from the wooden door at the blond boy, wondering if he was asleep or not.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izu</strong> on <strong>25-07-2010, 22:12:19</strong>
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				He kept waking up and dozing off every hour or so, unable to sleep well. It got rather cold in the cell once the sun was gone and Chris's suit wasn't all that warm. On top of all that he started feeling quite uneasy, needing to pee. But there was no bathroom or toilet in the room, so he had no choice but to sit against the wall, hands pressing against his lower stomach as he tried to fight the nature's call... though it was damn hard. After that point he no longer managed to dozed off. After all it was quite agonizing needing to go to the bathroom and not being able to. He even started shivering lightly, biting on his bottom lip and trying to not start crying. Maybe this was when he started breaking just a little bit...<br><br><strong>"Gh..."</strong> He groaned and closed his eyes when the lights in the corridor were lit and the light came through the small window on the door. He needed a moment or two to get used to the new source of light before he managed to look towards it and see no one else but the leader of this gang. He breathed in and out deeply, trying to calm down, but he was already on the verge of wetting himself and starting crying. <strong>"Ple...please... let me go to the bathroom... please..." </strong>He begged, panting for air. He was sweating a little bit from the effort to hold it back, but it was damn hard...<br><strong><br>"Please... I need to go to the bathroom...</strong>" He called, his voice breaking at the end and he sobbed out quietly. Christopher was anything but used to being treated like this. He had never been grounded in any way, not to mention kept locked in a room without bathroom. He could have lived without the water and the food for even maybe a couple of days, but no bathroom... it was going to drive him crazy until he wet himself and humiliated himself in the worst possible way for a grown up man. <strong>"Please... I beg you..."</strong> He whispered, his feet tapping nervously against the floor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mint</strong> on <strong>25-07-2010, 22:30:02</strong>
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				Well, Chris was in a sad state. Upon seeing Jake, he burst into tears, begging to use the bathroom. Smiling bitterly, Jake thought that he'd, at least partially, accomplished his goal of hurting Chris. It didn't make him feel very happy, though. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"Yeah, come on,"</strong></span> he said, setting the glass of water aside on the floor before unlocking the door and pulling it open. He waited for Chris to stumble out, watching him closely to make sure he could walk on his own. It hadn't been more than twelve hours since he'd been brought here, so he shouldn't be too weak yet, but Jake was ready to catch him if he faltered. <br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"Maybe you don't think so, but I think you're lucky I'm not a complete bastard,"</strong></span> Jake pointed out as he turned his back on Chris to lead him out of the corridor and to the bathroom. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"By the way, if I really have to remind you, if you jump me, there's a guard at the end of the hallway."</strong></span> He would have liked to trust Chris, but he wasn't stupid. The boy was desperate and cornered animals didn't always make the smartest decisions. At the moment, Jake was still feeling pretty benign and sleepy from his rest, but, being who he was, anger was always quick at hand and if Chris tried anything now, Jake doubted he would be giving him any more chances. <br><br>Shuffling back out past the guard, Chris hopefully trailing along behind, Jake turned the corner toward the stairs. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"No plumbing down here, but the bathroom isn't far." </strong></span>Jake said, glancing at the blond for a moment before taking the stairs two at a time. Just around a bend from the landing of the stairs was the bathroom. Motioning Chris inside, Jake slipped in after him, mostly to make sure he could handle everything by himself. Well, even if he couldn't, Jake wasn't taking the handcuffs off. The key was back upstairs in his leather jacket anyway. <br><br>Leaning against the white porcelain wall, which was cold on his bare arms, Jake kept his dark, sleepy eyes on Chris. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izu</strong> on <strong>25-07-2010, 22:48:35</strong>
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				Oh, it was hard to get up and walk but he managed it, stumbling a little as he got out of the cell. He narrowed his eyes as the light was much stronger in the hallway, tears rolling down his cheeks. He remained silent as the other man led him down the corridor to the bathroom, hardly managing to not fall behind or drop on the ground. For a moment he wanted to snap back about this whole 'not being a big bastard' comment that Jake said, but the fear of not being let to use the bathroom kept his mouth shut. It was odd how a man's pride could stop him from fighting as long as he wouldn't get to wet himself... they were both quite humiliating...<br><br>He almost pushed the man as he hurried in the bathroom, hardly managing to hold it back anymore. His hands worked hectically to undo the fly and get his cock out, and he couldn't help but cry out as the cuffs cut through his wrists. But he didn't care... He shifted a little to be with his back at Jake and finally managed to pee, groaning with relief as he let it all out. He managed to only stuff his manhood back in the pants before he stumbled backwards and dropped on the ground, his knees giving in. Holding back for a few hours seemed to have been more exhausting than one could think. He felt as if he had just run the marathon - completely exhausted.<br><br><strong>"Just... kill me..."</strong> He whispered, his voice quiet, quite desperate, but also serious. <strong>"He's not going to pay anything for my life... he will only benefit from my murder... he will get twenty millions from my insurance..."</strong> He spoke, silent tears rolling down his gentle face. He felt broken... even if he wanted to live and to manage to stay strong... he wasn't sure that he was going to make it. Not if he was treated like this... He was after all a rich boy... no bathroom, cold floors, no food, no water... this could have easily caused him to lose his mind in a matter of days.&nbsp; Look at him! He was here for less than 12 hours and he was panting for air, shaking, crying...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mint</strong> on <strong>25-07-2010, 23:13:42</strong>
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				While Chris used the bathroom, Jake stared at the ceiling, trying not to listen as much as he could help. Unlike some people, Jake took no enjoyment from being around someone who was using the bathroom. After a few moments, Chris had finished, and he's managed to zip himself up... before falling over. Jake moved forward, dropping down on one knee by his side. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"Hey... "</strong></span> he began, voice soft, but Chris cut him off, telling Jake to just kill him as he cried. <br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"Jesus, rich kids are sissies."</strong></span> Jake grumbled, as though this was a pain for him, which in a way it kind of was. It wasn't his job to baby Chris, even if he felt like he kind of, sort of wanted to. It was strange to feel like he wanted to abuse Chris and break him of his emotions while at the same time wanting to preserve his innocence. Reaching up, Jake brushed the tears away from Chris's eyes. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"Come on, you've barely been here half a day and you already want to die? Don't tell me you're suicidal."</strong></span> Chris's tears weren't ebbing. Sighing, Jake wrapped his arms around Chris and stood up, bringing the blond with him, holding him in his arms. <br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><br>"Twenty million, huh?"</strong></span> musing to himself, Jake considered asking for more ransom money. Even though Chris was convinced that his father wouldn't pay anything... Well, after the words exchanged with Carson earlier, Jake wouldn't call himself surprised to hear this news. Carson hadn't seemed to concerned for his son's well-being. <br><br>Carrying Chris back to the stairs, Jake took the flight leading up, instead of descending back into the 'dungeon'. Jake took Chris down the hall to a sliding metal door that lead into his bedroom. Balancing the boy in one arm, Jake pulled&nbsp; the door open with his other hand. He was glad that this rich kid was so light. Inside, Jake set Chris on the floor, instead of dumping him on his bed. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"If you get any blood on my sheets, I swear to God, I'm gonna hurt you,"</strong></span> Jake threatened, although there was no venom behind his words. It was always difficult to tell with him, but he didn't really seem serious. Sitting down on the edge of his mattress, Jake pulled his motorcycle jacket into his lap and began to rummage through the many pockets. It was kind of stupid for him not to pay full attention to Chris, however, since his room was chock full of weapons. Laying in plain view on his desk was his pistol and knife that he carried around daily and had removed before going to bed, hidden under the corner of his bed was another knife, and of course weapons of all sorts were hidden in his dresser. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izu</strong> on <strong>25-07-2010, 23:32:54</strong>
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				Chris shook rather violently when he felt the other's arms around him, obviously expecting to be hit and hurt. He might have been a sissy, but... it wasn't his fault... Having been sheltered his entire life, having never faced any difficulties except when it came to his relationship with his father, it wasn't like he had become a man yet. He didn't know how to take care of himself, how to handle pain and fear, because he had never had to do those things before. And he was most definitely not proud about it... it was just the truth...<br><br><strong>"I'm... I'm not suicidal..." </strong>He tilted his head away, not feeling comfortable having his tears wiped away from his cheeks. It made him shiver in a way he had never felt before. Was Jake comforting him? He couldn't tell because no one had ever done it before... He swallowed hard and looked away, sighing shakily. <strong>"I'm... just realistic... my father won't pay... and either way you'd not let me go like this... so I will end up dead anyways... what's the point of waiting for a few days, wasting your time, causing me to lose my mind out of fear.. when it can all end now..." </strong>He spoke quietly, but seriously once again, whimpering softly when he was pulled up on his feet.<br><br>He bit on his bottom lip hard as he was half carried out of the bathroom and into the corridor, tears filling his eyes again at the thought of returning in that dark room. He really, really hated dark places. Ever since he had been a little boy... darkness terrified him more than anything... He was just about to beg the other to not take him there again when Jake took another direction and carried him to another room, much different than the one he had been held at until now. To Jake's room? He looked around for a moment as he was put on the ground, feeling both confused and scared. Why had the other taken him here? It was much nicer here... but did this mean that the gang leader was going to hurt him??<br><br>He winced at the&nbsp; threat of being hurt if he dirtied the sheets, quite sure that it applied to dirtying anything here. He quickly curled into a ball, pressing his bleeding wrists between his folded legs and his stomach, so that no blood would drop on the ground. His eyes stopped for a moment at the weapons, but he didn't even try to get them. He knew that even if he took the gun he was most definitely never going to shoot him. After all he had wanted to devote his life to saving lives, not taking them... So he just sat there, looking scared, saying nothing for the time being.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mint</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 00:01:04</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"If you aren't suicidal,"</strong></span> Jake pointed out, <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"then you should be begging me to spare your life, no matter what your father decides, not asking me to end it. Besides, if I can't sell you back to your father, there are other uses for you."</strong></span> Now wasn't the time to bring up the whore threat again - Chris was broken enough as it was, but, <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"Killing a beautiful boy like you would be a waste."</strong></span> He knew saying such things to Chris, on top of bringing him back to his room, would probably just make Chris think he was going to rape him, even though Jake was actually just being nice - a rare occurrence for him.<br><br>After another moment of fishing through his jacket, the gang leader found what he'd been looking for. A small silver key glinted in his hand. Slipping down on his knees next to Chris, Jake held it up. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"This is the key to those handcuffs. What would you give me in exchange for this, I wonder?"</strong></span> He smirked, leaning forward slightly, his scattered black bangs casting soft lines of shadow over his face. Jake slipped one hand down Chris's forearm, while he kept his bottomless dark eyes locked with Chris's. Once his hand found the blood slicked metal of the handcuffs, Jake pulled Chris's hands from their hiding place between his stomach and legs, glancing down for a moment to fiddle with them. Maybe it was his lust for Chris that was making him act so stupidly... but a metallic click indicated that the cuff had come free. Removing it from his wrist, Jake then unlocked the other one. Leaning over, Jake set the bloodied cuffs on his desk before stuffing the key back into his jeans and returning his attention to Chris.<br><br>Taking the boys hands in his own, Jake examined his wrists to see how bad the damage was. Well, the blond's wrists didn't look great, but he'd be alright. Going back to his desk for a moment, Jake pulled a first-aid kid from the bottom drawer and returned to Chris's side. Sitting back down, Jake pulled Chris's hands back into his lap. <br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"I don't really know why I'm doing all of this for you,"</strong></span> he admitted. <br><br>Despite being a bastard, Jake couldn't help feeling guilty when he saw how broken Chris had been earlier. All of this was because of his doing, so it felt kind of pointless to try and undo it now. Especially since he'd probably just hurt Chris all over again once the morning came. Deciding to simply blame his kindness on the fact that he usually felt nicer at night, Jake began to clean up Chris's wounds, using rubbing alcohol liberally, despite the stinging he knew it would cause Chris (was it bad that, even though he was trying to help Chris, he still wanted to see him wince?). Once they'd been cleaned, Jake got out a bandage and wrapped both wrists up securely. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izu</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 15:17:22</strong>
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				Chris winced at the other's words. Was he crazy for preferring death to becoming a whore? He wasn't the type would let just anyone to fuck him, not caring about it. Hell! He was actually still a virgin, having always wanted his first time to matter and to be with someone he loved... He said nothing, but he did think that if Jake forced him to become a whore he would just end his life. He didn't want to be used... He didn't want to be dirty... He didn't want to end in a ditch - raped, murdered, thrown out like a piece of garbage. Maybe he was just stupid, but he really thought that taking his own life would be better than letting some disgusting guy rape him to death... After all this was how most whores died... or at least the ones he got to see in the hospital's morgue... <br><br><strong>"Give you what?"</strong> He mumbled, shivering lightly as he stared at the other's eyes, for a moment feeling how his cheeks started burning, not sure what Jake might want from him in exchange, but being able to guess that it would be most probably something sexual. He swallowed hard, slowly looking away, breathing in and out heavily once again. He had his pride... He wasn't going to offer his body to Jake just to get the handcuffs off. But just as he thought that he would most probably have to stay cuffed forever, the other suddenly unlocked them and took them off Chris's hurt wrists. The blond looked down at the cut wrists then up at Jake, looking rather confused and surprised. The other man hadn't said anything he wanted, hadn't forced him to promise him to give him anything... but still... he took them off...<br><br>His eyes moved back to his wrists as the Crypts' leader examined them, examining them as well. The cuts weren't deep, just the silk-soft skin had given in underneath the cold metal. It was going to hurt for a while, but it wasn't such a big deal. He looked up once again in shock when the other returned with a first-aid kit and took his hands again, starting to treat the wounds. <strong>"Gh...</strong>" Chris winced, gritting his teeth as he tried to stay quiet. It stung like hell, but it wasn't like he was going to cry or anything like this - he only grimaced a couple of times and winced, but overall remained calm as his wrists were bandaged.<br><br>Finally he managed to mumbled a quiet <strong>'Thanks'</strong>, looking up at Jake once again. Why was the other doing it? Bringing him here, taking the cuffs off, cleaning and bandaging the cuts... Chris had never heard about a kidnapper treating the kidnapped like this... Could it be just that Jake wasn't a bad man? Maybe he was a good guy with a good heart who only lived in a bad environment... <strong>"You... can take my wallet... in my account there are a few thousand that you can take..."</strong> He mumbled, not really sure how else to show his gratitude. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mint</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 15:47:37</strong>
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				While Jake hadn’t actually expected Chris to offer him anything in exchange for cleaning up his wrists, he wouldn’t have minded if Chris had offered something. Such as his body. Or even a kiss. Smirking, Jake watched as, under his gaze, Chris’s cheeks turned a dark red. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“You’re blushing,”</strong></span> he murmured, teasing lightly. Was it strange that he enjoyed being around Chris so much? Well… not when Chris had an attitude, but otherwise, most of the time, it seemed like Chris knew when to shut up. That was something Jake could appreciate since most of the punks in the gang couldn’t stop their bitching for ten seconds. <br><br>After cleaning and bandaging Chris’s wrists, Jake closed up the first-aid kit and returned it to his desk drawer. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“Well.”</strong></span> He stated, staring at Chris. Even if Jake put the handcuffs back on now, the bandages would protect the boy’s wrists from getting too chewed up. Not only had he helped him out for now, but for the long run as well, since for obvious reasons, Jake couldn’t just leave his captive free. <br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“You’ve managed to ruin your suit,”</strong></span> Jake pointed out, glancing at the nice fabric which was now stained with blood in areas from where Chris had had his wrists. No, the blonde hadn’t been bleeding profusely, but enough of the red liquid had escaped to stain. It didn’t take much. By bringing it up, Jake was thinking about lending Chris some other clothes. He wasn’t going to, especially since Chris was (hopefully) going to be leaving the next day, but he did think the Crypts’ red and black would probably look good on him. <br><br>A large smile lit Jake’s face when he heard the thanks. It was kind of ironic that his captive was thanking him for fixing something he’d caused in the first place, but Jake supposed he still deserved it since he definitely didn’t have to do this for Chris. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“You’re welcome, but don’t expect too much more from me in the future. I’m not as nice during the day,”</strong></span> Jake said, scooting back over to the blonde’s side and smirking when he was offered the other’s money. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“I suppose you won’t be needing it anymore. Particularly if you plan on dying,”</strong></span> Jake said sensibly, as though it was absolutely no problem for him to accept a large sum of money for doing very little. He held out his hands to receive the wallet. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izu</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 16:16:12</strong>
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				Chris's hands instinctively moved up to his face to press against his burning cheeks, looking away after the other had pointed out that he was blushing. He said nothing, but he did look quite embarrassed about it. He was just not used to people looking at him straight in the eyes... And Jake did have quite the intense eyes - it made Chris's heart skip a few beats every time that the gang leader stared at him, and it was not always out of fear. He couldn't really explain it, but it kind of felt like excitement, like a thrill that made him feel alive like never before. Though if one had a tiny bit of knowledge about psychology it wasn't going to be all that hard to figure out that Chris, who had always been forced to be a good boy, was now attracted to the very first bad boy he met in his life who wasn't afraid to hurt him, touch him, talk to him directly... <br><br>He looked down at his clothes when the other mentioned that his suit was ruined. He nodded faintly and shrugged, sighing quietly. <strong>"It doesn't matter..."</strong> He muttered, his eyes moving back to Jake. It wasn't just the blood, but also the dust from that cell's floor that had ruined Chris's fine clothes. The dirt had got to his face as well, his cheeks having a few dirty spots, his chin scratched from that fall, a bit of dried blood at the corner of his lips... One had to admit that even like this Chris looked incredibly hot!<br><br>He pulled back a little when Jake scooted back to him and held his hands out for the wallet, pointing out that Chris wouldn't needed anyways as he wanted to die. The blond's eyes narrowed for a moment, giving a rather cute glare at Jake, almost pouting. Why did he feel as if Jake was teasing him? He didn't like the feeling, but at the same time he did - no one had ever dared to tease him before... Everyone had always been too scared of his father to do anything like this. He swallowed hard, biting on his bottom lip as he moved his hands, one hand opening the jacket, the other searching through the inside pocket until he took out a rather thin looking wallet. He handed it to Jake and looked aside.&nbsp; It wasn't like he had a lot of money - his father never really gave him much of an allowance, and whatever he gave him went directly to Chris's own saving account that he had started for himself. <br><br>Inside the wallet there was just Chris's ID, his ID from the med school and a single debit card, along with a donor's card and a few bucks. <strong>"The PIN code is 7492..."</strong> He said quietly, still looking aside.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mint</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 16:37:04</strong>
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				The blonde’s embarrassed look was pretty cute. The innocent aura that he exuded… Jake couldn’t get enough, although he knew he shouldn’t dwell too much on it, since Chris would be gone tomorrow, and it wasn’t like Jake would want to keep him even if he had the choice. The gang never needed another mouth to feed. At least, not unless that mouth could help out by earning or stealing money to pay for itself. Admittedly, if Chris’s bank account actually did contain a few thousand dollars and he was just handing it over to Jake, that would pay for him to stay there for a couple of years, at least. <br><br>Staring at Chris for a moment longer, Jake finally nodded slowly. Chris would survive in a dirty suit for another day. Just like he would have to survive with blood and dirt on his face. The baths here were public and anyway, bathing would just make the bandages come off of his wrists. <br><br>Cocking a heavy eyebrow at Chris, Jake chuckled. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“What’s with that expression?”</strong></span> he asked, amusement evident on his voice. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“All I’m doing it accepting your offer.”</strong></span> He said, scooting forward a little bit more until his thigh brushed up against Chris’s. The boy said he didn’t want to be a whore, but with expressions like that…. Well, he was making himself rather irresistible. Jake didn’t move his gaze from Chris a single time as the boy reached into his jacket and extracted a small wallet. Without hesitation, Jake accepted it and didn’t wait to rifle through it, checking what was inside. <br><br>Busy looking through the wallet, Jake missed Chris’s expression.<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong> “7492… got it. Is that your birthday, by any chance?” </strong></span>Jake smirked, although if 92 was Chris’s year of birth he’d only be 18… well, he looked like he could be. Maybe not, though, Jake though, looking at the med school ID. 18 would be far too young to be in med school, wouldn’t it? Jake didn’t really know. He’d never actually even finished high school. Jake decided to just look at Chris’s driver’s license to check what his birthday was. <br><br>After checking it, Jake looked up, pausing when he saw Chris staring off to the side looking kind of upset. Well, it probably wasn’t too easy for him to part with his money, but his dad was rich. It shouldn’t be that hard for him to replace it. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“So… a medical school, huh? You a doctor?” </strong></span>Jake asked, watching Chris. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izu</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 17:03:42</strong>
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				Chris's cheeks flushed again for a moment when the other asked about his expression - he wasn't really sure what it was... But he definitely didn't want to try explaining it either, so he remained silent. It was more than obvious that he was the type who usually first thought and then spoke. He was smart. He knew that if he said the wrong thing he could end up dead in a matter of seconds. After all he didn't really know Jake and what he was capable of. What if the gang leader was a psychopath who killed without even blinking or caring about the fact that he was murdering people? Chris just couldn't risk to test the other's limits... He didn't want to die...<br><br><strong>"No..."</strong> He shook his head when the other asked whether it was his birthday. It wasn't, but Jake had guessed correctly that it was a date. He had been only four back then, but he had made sure to remember what he saw on that day... Something that could have ruined his father right away if he ever spoke about it. Of course he wasn't going to tell Jake about it. Even if he didn't like his father, he was still his father, so he couldn't just destroy him... Not now when he had a baby brother who would need his dad.. Hopefully William Senior was going to actually be there for his second son - something he hadn't been for Chris.<strong> "It's just random numbers..."</strong> He mumbled, glancing at Jake as the other searched through the wallet. <br><br>His ID was saying that he was born on Christmas Eve '88, which made him almost twenty-two. Though he did look much younger than his age. He sighed quietly and shook his head at the question whether he was a doctor. <strong>"Not yet... I'm still studying and training at the St. Peter's hospital... "</strong> He said quietly, glancing at Jake for a moment. It was the nearest hospital to this place, so he guessed that Jake knew it. It was definitely not a place that a rich kid would want to train, but Chris had chosen it exactly because it was filled with poor people who needed help, severely wounded men and women, as a whole a rather tough place to work at. He might have been a rich kid and a sissy, but he was a good guy who wanted to help people.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mint</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 17:27:59</strong>
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				So, Chris was a doctor in training. Jake was impressed. He’d just assumed that most rich kids didn’t do anything with their lives and just mooched off their parents. Well, he supposed that becoming a doctor was expensive so you really couldn’t do that without being rich in the first place. It was a cycle. A person couldn’t really get into a good paying position without a rich background. Still, being a doctor was a difficult profession. <br><br>This was, however, something else that could make Chris valuable to the Crypts. They could always use more private medical professionals…<br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“St. Peter’s, huh?”</strong></span> Jake mused as he continued to watch Chris. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“I wonder if you’ve ever seen me…”</strong></span> He grew quiet a moment, trying to remember. Of all the times he’d been sent to the hospital, had he seen anyone like Chris? After a moment of not coming up with anything, Jake shrugged it off. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“I don’t go to the hospital for just anything, so I guess most of the times I’ve been there I’ve been too out of it to actually remember anything.”</strong></span> He said that like it wasn’t a big deal, but really, the only part of the hospital he’d ever really seen was the emergency room and the ICU. It was something that a gangster, perhaps, would be proud of, but that a normal person might find horrifying. <br><br>He had to admit though - it would have been ironic if Chris had, at one point, saved his life, only to be kidnapped by him later. <br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“I guess you’ve probably seen a lot of my boys and our victims,”</strong></span> Jake murmured, thoughtfully. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“Do the doctors there hold it against us? Some of the boys think that you guys intentionally let some of us die…”</strong></span> He wondered if some of the doctors thought they could prevent more innocent death by allowing some of the Crypts to die. Well, every time he’d gone in, he’d always gotten pretty good treatment… 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izu</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 17:49:06</strong>
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				Chris looked at the other's face for a moment, trying to remember if he had seen him. But he couldn't recall having ever seen this face. Jake was a handsome man and Chris would have most probably remembered him. So he shrugged lightly, shaking his head. <strong>"I don't think so... but I've treated a lot of other Crypts... you're the guys with red and black right?" </strong>He asked, nodding at Jake's clothes. <strong>"And some other gangs members... the ER is where I'm trained at, so I see a lot of you there..." </strong>He said quietly, looking down.<br><br><strong>"What?" </strong>He looked u<strong>p again when the other asked whether the doctors held a grudge against them.<strong> "Of course."</strong> He replied honestly, shaking his head. "How can we not? Killing people... seeing people... often innocent people and kids even die because you gangs decided to kill each other... What? You expected us to be your fans?" </strong>He shooks his head and grimaced lightly. It seemed that he wasn't all that big of a sissy after all as he did dare to speak up the truth directly, not caring if it was going to anger Jake. When it came to his patients and to people's lives Chris always became quite brave and strong. That was why he was fit for the job... and maybe one day he was going to become a great doctor... if he ever managed to get out of here alive.<br><br><strong>"But no... once they pass through the doors of the ER everyone is equal... we've sworn to save people's lives no matter who they are and what they do or how they got injured... We are not murderers... you are."</strong> He said, looking directly at Jake's eyes, his own green orbs filled with passion. He looked cute most of the time, but right now he looked drop dead gorgeous and quite manly, both quite hot. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mint</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 18:23:45</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“Yeah, we’re red and black,”</strong></span> Jake confirmed, as though it wasn’t obvious. Not only was he wearing a red tank top (which revealed his slightly tanned, muscular biceps quite nicely) and black pants, but his entire room was decked in red and black, from his sheets to his carpet, which was black.<br><br>Hm… so Chris did spend most of his time in the ER. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“Well, you could have seen me, I guess.” </strong></span>But neither of them remembered it so it didn’t really make a difference now. Bringing his knees up to his chin, Jake wrapped his arms around his legs. It was about four in the morning by this time. He’d gotten a decent amount of sleep, but he was still tired. Jake covered his mouth with one hand as he yawned widely. Of all the things to be doing in the middle of the night, he was up taking to some captive about the hospital. <br><br>The news about the doctors holding the gang violence against the Crypts didn’t make Jake very happy. Frowning darkly, Jake tightened his grip on his legs and stared at Chris with his black eyes. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“I didn’t expect you guys to like us, but you don’t have to hold it against us, either. This is a ghetto. What else are we going to do? Most people don’t have a trust fund and maids like you, rich boy.”</strong></span> Jake bit, his mouth a hard line in his face. He was unfairly taking his anger out on Chris – it wasn’t his fault that he had money or that the doctors disliked the Crypts – but Jake had no one else to vent his frustrations to. He thought that maybe the doctors didn’t mind, so knowing that they hated the Crypts upset Jake. <br><br>Sighing heavily, Jake tried to keep his temper to a minimum. No one was there to stop him from hurting Chris, but Jake knew that his rage was unfounded. Chris soothed the anger a fraction by reassuring Jake that the doctors didn’t bias their treatment due to their personal feelings, but the boy stoked the fire of Jake’s wrath by blaming him and the Crypts for murders. <br><br>In a flash of movement, Jake had shoved Chris hard onto his back. A knife had appeared in his hand from somewhere and the cold metal was biting into Chris’s throat. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“Say that again,”</strong></span> Jake growled, glaring directly into Chris’s eyes. The way the boy had looked at him, had met his gaze just as he said those last words… it was like he was pushing all of&nbsp; the blame onto Jake’s shoulders. So what if Jake ran the Crypts? It wasn’t like he ordered every single killing. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“If you want to see a murder, I dare you to open your mouth one more time,” </strong></span>Jake threatened. The knife drew beads of blood, but it wasn’t pressing down hard enough to do anything more than scratch the skin… yet. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izu</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 18:55:27</strong>
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				Yes, maybe Chris was a spoiled kid, and yes he most definitely had no idea how people lived in the ghetto, but he did know that if the lived here it was most probably their fault. If one wanted to changer their lives, they could - finding a job, moving out, working hard, studying even if it was on their own. But he knew that he was in no rights to preach about this, taking in mind his background. However, he did feel like he had the right to talk about all the wrongs the gangs did - after all he was one of the many doctors that tried to save the victims of all those gang wars.<br><br><strong>"So what? It's a ghetto, yeah... but it doesn't mean you have to kill each other... Do you know that more than half of the victims of those gang wars are innocent kids and people, just passing by your fights? Just the other day a five-year-old died in my hands because he ran to catch his ball on the street and he fell in the middle of a cross firing."</strong> Chris almost shouted, his cheeks burning up out of anger and frustration. He wondered if any of those gang bands realized just how many innocent people they hurt daily. Weren't they thinking at all? <br><br><strong>"Argh!"</strong> He cried out when he suddenly found himself on the ground with a knife pressing against his throat. He whimpered quietly, tensing up and closing his eyes. He even forget to breathe for a moment as he felt the cold metal cutting through the top layer of his skin. He was terrified... Maybe he had gone too far, but he didn't care... <strong>"Why don't you use this power to protect the people from the neighborhood?" </strong>He whispered out, gasping for air&nbsp; as he tried his best to remain calm. <strong>"I... I just... I don't want to see kids dying just because they were born in the wrong place..." </strong>He whispered, a couple of tears making their way out of the corners of his closed eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mint</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 19:18:01</strong>
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				No one. No one ever shouted at him. Especially not anyone in Chris’s position. Didn’t Chris realize that one wrong word could mean the end of his life? Dammit, Jake just couldn’t understand him. Was this brat a sissy or did he actually have a backbone? The boy who’d been crying in the bathroom earlier and asking for death was nothing like this fiery blond, who was staring him down despite the grave situation he was in. <br><br>Maybe the reason Jake was getting so angry was because Chris’s words were making him second guess himself. God damn this kid and his morals and his voice of reason. Jake’s hand clenched and unclenched the handle of the knife. A muscle jumped in his jaw as he ground his teeth together and thought. Why did Chris have to have such a good point…? <br><br>And now Chris was crying again. Jake’s anger broke and he groaned, stabbing the knife into the carpet to the side of the blonde’s head. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“Fuck. You push my buttons,”</strong></span> the black haired man said, sitting back and sighing. When he’d leapt on Chris, Jake had inadvertently straddled his waist. Most of his weight was resting on Chris’s lower stomach but he didn’t look like he was about to move any time soon. He still wanted to slap Chris, but he was mostly angry at himself now. Raking a hand through his tousled dark hair, Jake sighed again, heavily. It wasn’t right that the Crypts terrorized the people in their own neighborhood. At the very least, when out raiding, they should take it to the east or south sides. It would anger the other gangs, though, and result in the deaths of more of his men. <br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“Well, Mr. Doctor, if you’re so smart, what else should I do then? If we become some rogue band of heroes instead of criminals, how are we supposed to feed everyone? How are we supposed to pay our bills?”</strong></span> If Chris suggested they all get respectable jobs, Jake was going to throttle him. Jake was trying to think of a solution, but the bottom line was that they were a bunch of criminals. There was nothing righteous about any of them and the men were perfectly content to keep up the stealing, murdering, and raping. Even if Jake tried to change them… there was no guarantee they would follow him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izu</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 20:02:59</strong>
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				Chris cried out quietly when the other man moved the knife and stabbed it next to his head. His entire body shook and he whimpered weakly, obviously having been terrified despite the fact that he had dared to speak up. He gasped for air, his heart racing against his chest so quickly that it actually hurt. Why didn't Jake just kill him right there and then? Could it be that the man had thought about those things as well? And he had gotten angry only because he had been told the truth directly? Could it be that Jake actually wanted to change things... to make this world of theirs better?...<br><br>Chris could only hope...<br><br>He panted for air as he slowly opened his eyes, those green orbs swimming in tears as he looked up at the man who was still straddling him. He swallowed hard, biting on his bottom lip, shaking his head weakly.<strong> "I... I don't know... I don't know what you can do..." </strong>He whispered out, almost choking as he was still short of breath. He closed his eyes for a moment before he opened them once again, trying to calm down enough to breathe normally. Though it was damn hard to do so (especially with Jake on top of him like that). He bit on his bottom lip, shaking his head weakly. He didn't know... How could he reply to Jake's question when he had no answers? When he didn't know what it was like to live in a place like this, in conditions like this?...<br><br>He swallowed hard, shivering lightly out of nerves before he finally opened his mouth once again.<strong> "But... killing innocents... kidnapping innocents... making innocent people whore themselves out... is this really the only solution?"</strong> He asked quietly, tears rolling down his cheeks as he stared at Jake. And gosh! He had quite the stare - his green eyes were as piercing as knives. He was innocent, naive, he wanted to believe that everyone was good deep in their hears and that everyone could live together peacefully...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mint</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 20:17:32</strong>
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				It was a difficult situation, one that Chris had no answers for, even though he didn’t approve of it. The whole situation had Jake feeling rather tired. Removing his weight from Chris’s body, Jake stood up and plucked the handcuffs from their resting place. He proceeded over to his desk, where he grabbed a tissue and began to wipe off the blood that wasn’t already dried on. He didn’t look at Chris. <br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“Well, after tomorrow you won’t have to worry about this anymore. You’ll either be out of here, or dead.”</strong></span> Jake mumbled, tossing the tissue into a wastebasket and moving back over to Chris. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“Hold your wrists out.”</strong></span> he told him, stooping down somewhat, since Chris was still on the floor and he was standing. <br><br>Jake avoided meeting Chris’s gaze. It was obvious that the gears were still turning inside his head, but he wasn’t coming up with any solutions. Maybe he was just stupid. Despite being the leader of the gang, it wasn’t like he’d had an extensive education. Jake’s sharp angled face was hard and his lips were set into a frown. <br><br>Pausing a moment, Jake glanced at Chris for a second, his thoughts hidden behind an unreadable expression. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“Now… do you want to go back to the basement? Or do you want to stay here… with me?”</strong></span> It was impossible to tell what he meant, or if his words even had a hidden meaning. There was no inflection and his voice was soft, yet still stern. While the basement was awful, it would be a gamble for Chris to agree to stay in Jake’s room. In any case, the choice was his and Jake was only going to ask him once. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izu</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 20:58:43</strong>
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				Chris sighed relieved when Jake got off him, closing his eyes for a moment and trying to calm down his heart and breathing. He didn't remember having ever been that scared in his life. Even if he had dared to speak up, he was still extremely terrified by the Crypts' leader, not really sure what the other was capable of. Well, at least he hadn't hurt him in any way after he provoked him about the way they lived, which was at least a little sign that the other wasn't a complete psycho. And that he knew that Chris was right, which meant that there was some good in his heart... Right?<br><br><strong>"I... what..."</strong> He mumbled, looking rather sad about the fact that he would be cuffed again. He knew that those cuffs could be regulated just how tight to be around his wrist and he hoped that Jake wouldn't tighten them as tightly as earlier... though after their fight just now... he wasn't going to be surprised if the man tightened them even more than before. <br><br>He swallowed hard as he pushed himself in a sitting position, holding his hands out. He looked away, biting on his bottom lip, hands curled into fists, though he still couldn't hide the fact that they were trembling. It was quite obvious that Chris was on the verge of getting a nervous breakdown, which wasn't a big surprise taking in mind this whole situation. Much tougher and stronger guys would have broken down already at the thought of being kidnapped, soon to be killed or sold off as a whore... And Chris was more than sure that he wouldn't be freed by his father... he just knew him... And when Jake didn't get his ransom, the leader was most probably going to kill him out of anger. Or at least that was what Chris thought.<br><strong><br>"What?"</strong> He mumbled once again, looking up at the other when he asked him what he wanted - going to the basement or staying here. The thought of that darkness made him shiver lightly. He simply couldn't handle staying at a dark place... It was an irrational fear that was so strong that it could make him cry and suffocate. But then again staying here with Jake wasn't all that soothing either... He couldn't help but doubt that the man was up to any good. And the way he said that 'with me'... it really sounded as if Jake had some back thoughts. <strong>"I... here..."</strong> He whispered out, almost choking again as he was unable to hide the terror in his voice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mint</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 21:53:02</strong>
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				Was Chris so surprised that the handcuffs had to go back on? They did not have a trusting relationship. Chris suspected that Jake would kill him at any second and, of course, Jake had to assume the same thing about Chris. The only way to be sure (other than constantly watching him) was to keep the cuffs on. Jake smirked at how easily Chris held up his hands. The boy was learning, wasn’t he? <br><br>Jake placed the cuffs on Chris’s wrists, but he didn’t tighten them. Instead, he waited for the blonde’s response to his question. The gang leader’s black eyes were guarded as he stood in silence. The other male sounded terrified, but he choked out that he’d rather stay. A dark smirk broke the mask on Jake’s face and he grabbed Chris by his tie, yanking him forward, toward the bed. Removing one of the unfastened cuffs from Chris’s wrist, he looped the chain around one of the wooden poles of his four-poster bed before snapping it back. Jake made them snug, but they weren’t quite as tight as before, plus the bandages offered protection from the metal’s rough edges. <br><br>Stepping back, Jake surveyed the situation, before frowning. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“You look great like that,” </strong></span>he teased lightly, <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“but there’s one problem&nbsp; - your damn bloody and nasty clothes.”</strong></span> The whole point of chaining Chris to the bed was so that he could get the blonde into it, but he did not want those clothes following. Er, not that he necessarily needed Chris to be nude, either. The leader of the Crypts definitely did not blush, but his cheeks were a bit darker than normal as he moved over to his dresser to rummage through the drawers. Pulling out a pair of black pants and a red and black striped shirt, Jake returned to Chris. <br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“Dammit,”</strong></span> he mumbled when he realized that Chris wouldn’t be able to change while he was chained up. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“Fuck, I need to think things through more,” </strong></span>Jake criticized himself, sighing before pulling the key out of his pocket and leaning forward to release Chris once again. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“Just pretend I know what I’m doing,”</strong></span> Jake’s face was even redder than before and he was thankful for his slightly tanned skin, which hid most of it. Shoving the clothes into Chris’s hands, Jake sat down on the bed. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“You’re probably tired, but I want you to change before you lay down. Your clothes…” </strong></span>Well, Jake didn’t need to say it. One look said it all. <br><br>Crossing his arms, Jake waited and watched Chris expectantly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izu</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 22:27:26</strong>
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				Chris yelped in surprise when he was suddenly pulled for his tie, almost thrown towards the bed, just to find himself a moment later cuffed to one of the poles. He panted for air, looking up at Jake terrified once again. Needless to say that being chained to the bed wasn't the most calming situation. And for a moment he couldn't help but fear that the Crypts' leader was going to rape him. His eyes filled with tears again as he stared up at Jake with plea in them. It was more than obvious what he was thinking that was going to happen next to him.<br><br>He whimpered quietly, his cheeks warming up and lips pouting as Jake teased him, saying that his clothes were nasty and needed to get lost. Once again he thought that the man meant to lose them and remain naked, which of course he guessed was going to lead to being raped. He sniffed and gasped for air, staring at Jake with confusion when the other went to his wardrobe searching through it. <strong>"Wh.. what..."</strong> He stuttered out, his forehead wrinkling as he watched the clothes with confusion. So... wait... what? Jake had no intentions of raping him? He actually wanted him to get out of the dirty clothes and he was actually going to let him sleep on the bed without hurting him??<br><br>Chris simply didn't know how to react. He just stared at Jake as the man took the cuffs off and handed him the clothes, asking him to pretend that this had never happened and that he hadn't made this rather silly mistake of cuffing him first and then asking him to change his clothes. The blond looked even more confused, not sure what to think as he stared at Jake's handsome face, ready to swear that he could notice a blush on the man's tanned cheeks. Could it be that Jake really was a nice guy? With every next minute that he spent around him Chris was starting to believe in this more and more...<br><strong><br>"O...okay..."</strong> He mumbled quietly as he stood up, stumbling a little, quickly wiping his eyes with the sleeves of his jacket. He bit on his bottom lip as he turned his back at Jake and started taking his clothes off. First the shoes were toed off, then the jacket fell, followed by the tie. Chris hesitated for a moment or two before he worked on his belt and zipper, glancing over his shoulder and biting on his bottom lip as he pulled the pants down, remaining in only a pair of boxer briefs showing off his bottom quite nicely. He reached out for the black pants that Jake had given him and pulled them on, blushing lightly as they were hardly staying on his hips as they were a bit big on him. Then the shirt followed and he remained half naked for a moment, showing that he had a rather nicely toned body... and a couple of long scars across his back... <br><br>He reached out and started to pull his shirt on, but he winced and stopped, his left side suddenly hurting - maybe he had gotten a rib broken at those kicks that the aid had given him earlier. <strong>"Gh.."</strong> He groaned quietly, pressing a hand to his bruised side...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mint</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 23:06:27</strong>
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				It was a good thing that Chris didn’t ask to be left along while he changed, mostly because Jake wouldn’t have left anyway. Not only was he going to stay here and guard Chris, but he wanted to watch the boy change. While Jake may have had some morals preventing him from full out raping Chris, he had no qualms about examining his body while he was partially nude. <br><br>When Chris glanced back over his shoulder at Jake, the gang leader groaned and tossed his head back. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“I know you aren’t even trying, but you give a damn good strip tease,”</strong></span> Jake lamented as his eyes returned to Chris. He was just torturing himself by watching, but he couldn’t tear his gaze away for too long. He could control himself, but his lust wasn’t just sitting idly by. One of Jake’s hands twitched in a desire to reach out, grab Chris, and pull him close. The way the blonde had shot him that shy and innocent look… <br><br>Jake wasn’t forcing Chris into anything at the moment, but he was now convinced that Chris would make a top-grade prostitute. He had the body for it and now Jake discovered that he had the mannerisms as well. So long as he could control his attitude, Chris could rake in the dough if he sold himself. Perhaps unfortunately for Jake, Chris was rich and had no need to whore himself out. <br><br>Oh, God, Chris has a nice ass. Jake flopped back on the bed, unable to take it, but he couldn’t lay there for long without rolling onto his side and continuing to stare. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“Say, Chris, you don’t even know my name yet, do you?”</strong></span> Jake asked, smirking to himself. He’d never told the blond his name and Chris probably hadn’t heard it from anyone else. Even though Jake was the leader of the Crypts, he was smart enough to use a false name when he told others who he was, or even when he went to the hospital. Jake had at least four fake IDs, each naming him someone else. <br><br>Pausing, Jake watched Chris remove his shirt, and he saw the scars. So, maybe the pretty boy hadn’t led a completely pain free existence.&nbsp; Leering, perhaps a little meanly, Jake stood and made his way to the blonde. He was about to say something, but stopped when Chris winced and clutched his side. Taking Chris’s hand, Jake moved it to get a better look. There was a nasty bruise there. It didn’t look good. Jake was fairly certain that he hadn’t caused it… <br><br>It did look like Chris could have a broken rib, but Jake severely hoped not. That would definitely limit the fun he could have with Chris until tomorrow evening. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“Dammit… Chris, take a deep breath and tell me how much it hurts.”</strong></span> A broken rib was not something Jake and his little first-aid kit could fix. If this got too serious… well, the hospital was the only option. The only problem was, if Chris was taken to the hospital, Jake wasn’t getting him back afterward. That stupid aid… Jake might have to teach him a lesson or two.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izu</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 23:33:41</strong>
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				Chris did freeze for a moment when Jake said that he was given a good striptease without even trying. His faced flushed and he had to purse his lips in order to bite back the snappy comment that he felt like throwing back at the gang leader. Thankfully he managed to keep his mouth shut or he could have gotten beaten up quite badly as for a moment he had wanted to tell the other to fuck off and just go shoot himself because he would rather die than give him a striptease. Or something between those lines... <br><br>But he stayed quiet and continued changing, shaking his head faintly when he was asked if he even knew the other's name. He stopped changing for a moment and looked over his shoulder again, his brows crooked lightly in a 'yeah-right-rolls-eyes' manner as he said. <strong>"No... but it's not like you would tell me your real name, is it?" </strong>He knew very well that the gangster hardly ever used their real names, especially if they were up in the hierarchy of the gang, and as Jake was the leader Chris could quite well guess that the man had at least three aliases. He sighed heavily and continued with changing until the pain in the side blinded him and he froze.<br><br><strong>"Argh..."</strong> He whimpered again when Jake came to his side and examined his side. He couldn't help but close his eyes and tilt his head away, not really wanting to get any more help from the gangster because it only confused him more and more and he simply had no idea what to feel and think. <strong>"It... hurts...a lot..."</strong> He hissed as he tried to ignore the pain, biting on his bottom lips. He moved his fingers to the side and carefully pressed against the bruise, trying to feel the rib - something that made him cry out, and his knees almost gave in out of pain.<br><br>He stumbled forwards, leaning on Jake as his fingers kept examining the spot. He was gasping for air as it hurt so much that he simply couldn't breathe properly. "<strong>It's... not broken.."</strong> He whispered weakly, almost falling on the ground. It hurt like hell giving himself an examination, but at least his fingers hadn't felt any broken ribs, though the pain had been strong enough to let him guess that he had at least one cracked rib. And he felt dizzy now, hardly standing on his feet. He was going to need some help going to the bed and sitting down, and he was most definitely not going to be able to lift his arm and pull the shirt on on his own.<br><br><strong>"Why did you have to take me?"</strong> He couldn't help but cry out quietly in desperation, a few tears rolling down his cheeks. Seriously?? Could this day get any worse? First his brother being born and his father pretty much telling him that he had only one son now, then being kidnapped, beaten up... what was next? Raped and killed? Or maybe there were worse things that could happen to him? It wasn't like he had done anything to deserve any of this... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mint</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 00:17:52</strong>
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				Chris was pretty intelligent. So, he knew that Jake likely used fake names for everything. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"You're right. Especially considering that after tomorrow, we'll probably never see each other again, there's no point in me revealing any information about myself to you." </strong></span>He sort of wanted to tell Chris, but at the same time, Chris didn't seem to care too much and Jake wasn't about to reveal his name without begging being involved. So, Chris would simply never know who he was. Ten years from now, he probably wouldn't even remember that any of this had ever happened. <br><br>Well, he might remember the broken rib... People tended not to forget events that involved broken bones and stitches. Jake stood uselessly by Chris's side while the blonde examined himself. It was actually pretty impressive how he was able to manage despite what Jake knew must have been a decent amount of pain. It probably didn't hurt as much as being shot, but having a broken rib could affect how easy it was&nbsp; to breathe, among other things. If Chris's lung got punctured, that would be the end of it. <br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"Be careful,"</strong></span> Jake advised, absentmindedly looping an arm around the slender frame when Chris stumbled into him, leaning on him for support. Finally, Chris concluded that the rib in question wasn't broken. Still, Jake knew it had to be cracked or something, for it to be hurting that much. The other male's legs were weak and he was having difficulty standing. It didn't take long before Jake decided on what he had to go. Crouching slightly, the taller man swept one arm under Chris's knees, knocking most of his weight back onto his other arm, which he had wrapped around the boy's shoulders. Jake lifted Chris bridal style into his arms and carried him over to the bed, where he laid him out on the soft comforter, which was midnight black on the outside and crimson on the inside. <br><br>Chris's outburst was... well, Jake pursed his lips and stared at Chris. If the blonde was trying to make him feel guilty, it wasn't going to work. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"I took you for the money and that's it. By tomorrow night, you'll be safe in your own bed and I'll be a million dollars richer."</strong></span> Jake said tersely. It wasn't like he abducted every rich person he walked past though.... Dammit. Chris was just really unlucky, he supposed. When Jake was passing him, he'd had the instinct to capture him and he'd acted on it, simple as that. It hadn't really been too smart of Chris to admit that he was from the Carson family, anyway. <br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"Anyway, you should just go to sleep. If the pain is too much, let me know and I'll get you something."</strong></span> If there was one thing he knew, it was drugs. He had plenty of vicodin stashed away, among other things that could numb Chris's pain. Frowning, Jake stared at Chris a moment before picking up the handcuffs. This was a dilemma. Chris probably wasn't going to make a break for it with a cracked rib, but who could say? And even if Chris didn't feel up to running away, all he really had to do was get his hands on Jake's gun and then order Jake to take him home. After a moment of thought, Jake compromised and he locked one end of the the handcuffs around one of the posts of his bed and the other end around Chris's ankle. That would do the job just as well, for all intents and purposes. <br><br>Satisfied, Jake sat down on the floor and crossed his legs, keeping his eyes on Chris. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izu</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 00:41:42</strong>
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				Chris cried out softly when he was picked in bridal style. Even if Jake did it to help him, bridal style wasn't really the best of position to be into with a cracked rib. He whimpered and bit on his lip harder than ever as he tried to shush himself down. How could something so little as a crack hurt so badly? He closed his eyes, panting for air as he was laid down on the soft bed, too much in pain to realize that he was actually allowed to lay on the bed. His hand instinctively moved to his side, resting on top of the hurt place as if trying to protect it and cover it and make it feel better.<br><br>He opened his eyes just a little bit when Jake said once again that by tomorrow he would be richer and Chris would be free... The blond's eyes darkened for a moment and he sighed shakily, swallowing hard. <strong>"Don't count too much on it..."</strong> He whispered honestly. He wondered if Jake actually was innocent enough (in a way that is) to believe that all fathers were ready to rescue their sons right away at all costs? He knew that the gang leader was most probably just craving the money, but... Chris was almost 100 per cent sure that his father wasn't going to spent even a dime on him for a ransom. <br><strong><br>"Thanks... but I don't need anything for the pain..."</strong> He said quietly, tilting his head away from Jake and closing his eyes. The poor blond looked quite broken. In pain, in doubt, scared and tired... He knew that it was going to be hard to fall asleep, impossible even, so he didn't even try to calm down. His eyes remained shut, a tear making its way from underneath his sweeping lashes every now and then. Once again he thought that it would be much better if he just got killed right away... because he really didn't need to hear his father laugh at Jake's requests for a ransom and hearing that his father didn't give a damn about his life... and that he wouldn't even care if he died... It was going to a damn hard hit on Chris's heart...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mint</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 02:39:25</strong>
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				Jake leaned his chin on the edge of the bed and stared at Chris much like a puppy would do when it's owner was eating and it wasn't allowed any scraps. The bed was large and he wanted in, but Chris was in pain and he couldn't afford to be jostled around too much. Chris wasn't looking at him though. The blonde had his eyes clothes and he was looking more preoccupied with pain than anything. Deciding that he would take a chance (and that the bed was his anyway) Jake got up, turned on the small bedside lamp, turned off the overhead, and then crawled into bed next to Chris. <br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"If you develop Stockholm Syndrome, I swear to God..."</strong></span> Jake said, but he was mostly just talking to himself. Chris seemed too upset to think about his joking much. Mostly, Jake felt like he was the one at risk for Florence Nightingale Syndrome. God dammit, why were there so many syndromes? And why did he even know their names? As a high school drop out, he shouldn't have to worry about such academic things. Frowning a bit, Jake rolled onto his side so he could face Chris, his shadowy eyes watching the boy in the half light. He had taken such a special interest in Chris. It was ridiculous. To let him into his bed... and they weren't even having sex! They'd only met a few hours ago and Chris would be gone by tomorrow evening. <br><br>Sighing softly, Jake closed his eyes and fell asleep fairly easily. Jake slept quite well for a few hours, but he ended up waking up again at seven. The previous night he had gone to sleep early. Well, he supposed&nbsp; there was no longer any reason to try to sleep. Glancing at Chris, Jake smiled a little bit to himself before reaching over and gently shifting the blonde's hand away from his stomach. The bruise there looked worse than ever. Jake frowned a little bit before he sat up, ran his hands through his ruffled hair, and got out of bed. Jake was still wearing his red tank top and black cargo pants from the previous day, but he was too lazy to change so he merely flattened his hair down, tied on the red bandanna, and stuff his had on his head. All ready to go. Well, except for two things. One, he took the knife out of the carpet and returned it to it's hiding place just under the edge of his mattress. Two, he took his pistol off his desk and stuck it into the elastic waistband of his boxers. <br><br>Jake looked at Chris one more time before deciding that he was still asleep and it was safe to leave him alone for a little while. He'd come back to get him in a few hours so that they could make the call to his father. With that thought in mind, Jake vanished from the room. It was nine o'clock when Jake returned, and with him he balanced a small tray of food and two glasses of water. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"You awake yet?"</strong></span> He asked as he walked into the room. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izu</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 15:26:28</strong>
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				Chris remained silent even when Jake crawled in the bed next to him and when the other man joked about him getting a Stockholm Syndrome. He swallowed hard and bit on his bottom lip, trying to forget just where he was and what was going on with him right now, though it was kind of hard. And for a few minutes he did expect Jake to make a move on him and to try raping him or something, but when this never happened he finally started calming down bit by bit until he dozed off.<br><br>He didn't wake up when Jake got out of the bed on the morning, but continued to sleep for another hour or so. When he finally opened his eyes the first thing he saw was the empty side of the bed. He blinked and looked around, seeking the Crypts' leader, but he was nowhere to be found in the room. Chris sighed heavily as he looked down at his side, grimacing at the dark bruise. This was going to keep on hurting for a while, especially if he didn't apply any treatment to it.<br><br>He sighed and rubbed his eyes with his fingers, staring up at the ceiling for a moment. He felt... exhausted... His eyes were hurting, his head was pounding, his body felt weak and he could swear that his forehead was quite warm. He guessed that he had dehydrated himself with all that crying yesterday, so he wasn't surprised that he had gotten a slight fever. Not that it mattered, right? He was going to end up dead soon anyways... because with every next minute that he spent in this place he started to believe more and more that his father wasn't going to pay the ransom or even try to rescue him. Actually Chris was ready to bet that his father was going to try angering Jake and getting him to kill him... After all, Chris was now nothing but a hindrance to the Carson family - son of a whore, a boy who never obeyed his father, who didn't want to be connected to his family, who wanted to having nothing to do with their business... And mind you, their business was not all that legal...<br><br>He shifted a little to look at Jake when the other walked in, to Chris's surprise, with a tray of food and water. The blond blinked and nodded in silence as he watched the man approaching him. <strong>"I thought there was going to be no food and no water?"</strong> He said quietly, his voice a bit choked from the crying and the thirst. Even his lips seemed dry and his eyes a bit glassy for the slight fever that he was running. He looked quite pitiful, no hope in his eyes...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mint</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 15:39:41</strong>
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				Jake blinked in surprise when he heard the first words out of Chris’s mouth. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“Well, good morning to you, too,” </strong></span>he said sarcastically, but it hadn’t been like he’d actually expected to hear any kind words from Chris’s mouth. He was being held against his will. Most people would react in the same way. <br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“Anyway,”</strong></span> Jake said, going to his desk and setting the items down. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“Who says I brought these for you? I still need to eat, you know,”</strong></span> he pointed out, staring at Chris a moment as if daring him to say anything. After a long moment of silence, Jake sighed and picked up one of the glasses, passing it over to Chris. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“I thought after all of the crying you did yesterday you would need some water.”<br></strong></span><br>He was silent again for a moment before he sighed, irritated, and readjusted his hat, twisting the brim around to the side, instead of the back.<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong> “Look, if you didn’t have a hurt rib, I wouldn’t be doing any of this, so don’t get any ideas.”</strong></span> Jake grumbled, trying to redeem himself. He wasn’t a thoughtful person… he just… Well, he didn’t really have an excuse. It was stupid that he felt kind of guilty about the entire situation. No one else in the gang would give a damn about Chris. Jake handed the food and the second glass of water to the blonde before he sat down in the chair at the desk. Propping one arm on the desk, he rested his chin in his palm. The slightly Italian looking man had a dark shadow on his chin. It was obvious that he hadn’t shaved for at least a day. Jake rubbed his hand over his chin, feeling the scruff. Well, he could take care of it later. <br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><br>“Hurry up. It’s already nine. I’m not going to wait much longer before calling Carson.”</strong></span> Jake stated, frowning slightly as he got his cellphone out. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izu</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 15:54:08</strong>
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				Chris's mouth opened slightly in shock when the other said that the food and the water weren't for him. He looked so heartbroken at this very moment, his green eyes staring at the content of the tray. He didn't care much about the food, but he was dying for water. He swallowed hard and closed his eyes for a moment, feeling like crying again, only that there were no tears left, so he simply pouted for a minute or two. <br><br>Finally Jake said that he was actually giving him the water and he quickly opened his eyes, pushing himself sitting, but the pain caused him to freeze for a moment and cringe. <strong>"Gh..."</strong> He bit on his bottom lip before he finally reached out and took the offered glass, carrying it to his lips and quickly finishing it. It was more than obvious that he had been quite thirsty, despite having not said anything about it. He looked at the empty glass with that heartbroken expression of his once again, as if wishing that it would refill itself... but it was empty...<br><br>He glanced at Jake as the man spoke that he was doing it only because he had a hurt rib... only that this didn't really work as an excuse. Actually Chris thought that the other was a kind guy and for a moment he wondered whether Jake knew it or whether he had ever been told this. He bit on his bottom lip as he stared at the tray, wanting to ask for the second glass of water, but not sure if it was alright. But then Jake simply placed the tray next to him, obviously having planned from the very beginning to give it to Chris. The blond stared at the gangster for a moment, looking shocked and touched at the same time before he mumbled a quiet thanks and reached out for the glass, quickly finishing it just like he had done with the first one.<br><br><strong>"I... am not hungry..."</strong> He said quietly as he placed the empty glass down and slowly laid down again, his hand on top of his injured side. He bit on his bottom lip and sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. <strong>"Make your call... but... don't expect anything..."</strong> He swallowed hard, looking away from Jake.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mint</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 16:07:19</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“You should have seen your face,”</strong></span> Jake teased as Chris chugged the first glass of water. The expression on the blonde’s face when Jake had told Chris the water wasn’t for him had been priceless. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“If only I had a camera,”</strong></span> Jake joked a bit, watching Chris down the second glass like a parched man who had been stuck in the desert. Maybe Chris had been thirstier than he’d thought.<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong> “Take it easy or you’ll give yourself a stomach ache.”</strong></span> Jake murmured as he continued to watch the boy, glancing at his bruise now and then. He would trust Chris’s evaluation that it wasn’t broken, but he wasn’t so sure. It looked pretty bad. <br><br>When he sighed, Jake almost missed the soft words that Chris mumbled. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“What was that?”</strong></span> A mischievous smile was evident on Jake’s lips. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“A thank you? My, my.”</strong></span> Jake looked pretty full of himself as he leered over at Chris tauntingly. It was clear that being thanked had made his day, which was ludicrous for a hardened criminal. Well… he was probably never thanked for anything. It pleased Jake even more because he knew the last thing Chris wanted to do was thank him for anything. <br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><br>“Alright, then, I’m going to call,”</strong></span> Jake said, fiddling with his phone for a moment before he dialed Carson’s private line once more. Normally, he didn’t work from his room, but Jake didn’t feel like dragging Chris back to his main ‘office’ again. Besides, just as Chris suspected the worst, so did Jake, on some level. It would be better to figure out what was going down in private. Particularly if he got angry enough to hurt something, someone, or just chuck his phone across the room. <br><br>Jake drummed his fingers on his desk as he listened to the phone ring and waited for Carson to pick up. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izu</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 16:38:24</strong>
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				Chris wasn't feeling all that great to respond to Jake's teasing. He just pouted and looked away, nodding faintly when the other asked for a confirmation if he had just said 'thanks'. After all Chris came from a rich family. He had studied in schools, surrounded by tons of other students that came from rich families. He couldn't help but always keep his good manners, thanking whenever someone did anything nice for him. It was just the way he was. And by Jake's reaction he could tell that the gang leader wasn't really used to hearing anyone thanking him for anything - that was why he was so satisfied whenever Chris thanked him.<br><br>There were a couple of free signals on the other end of the line before someone picked up and Mr. Carson's voice could be heard. <strong>"Oh, Mr. Riccardi, I expected your call earlier."</strong> The businessman's voice sounded almost mocking. It seemed that Carson had quite the connections as he had managed to find the true name of Crypts' leader in a matter of a couple of minutes - he hadn't taken more than a couple of minutes to think about his son, so he hadn't really bothered all that much. He already knew where his son was kept and if he wanted to save him he could have done so already... only that he didn't really want to save him.<br><strong><br>"Now... what was your business proposition - one million or Christopher dies, right?"</strong> He spoke, that annoying mocking tone still in his voice.<strong> "Only that I doubt you will kill him even if I don't pay you. My men told me that you are not such a scary gangster as you want people to think you are. Quite the sweetheart they say..."</strong> He laughed, his laughter colder than ice. <strong>"Now... I have a true business proposition to you. I'll give you five millions if you kill him. I want him to die and to never be found. Can you do this?" </strong>He asked as if he was asking if Jake could spell his name. <strong>"I can have my men do it, but I'd rather not be involved in any way."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mint</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 16:53:39</strong>
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				Carson picked up, but the first words out of his mouth made Jake go white. How…? How could Carson have discovered his true name? Haha… perhaps Jake had gotten in a bit over his head with this one. The male’s knuckles were white as he clutched the phone hard to his ear, silent as he listened to the man on the other end of the line lay down his conditions. Jake was the leader of a gang. He was used to having complete and utter control but, with just a few words, this man had pulled the rug out from under his feet. <br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“You…”</strong></span> Jake’s voice was a low growl, hating Carson with every fiber of his being. How dare this man laugh at him? He even called him a sweetheart… <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“You can say what you want, but I’ve killed more people than I can count,”</strong></span> Jake said, knowing in the back of his mind that he’d walked part of the way into a trap. He hadn’t graduated high school, so Carson could take a shot at him not being able to count very high, although, if Carson already knew that Jake was a drop-out, then the gangster thought it would be a horrible idea to associate with him any longer. <br><br>The fact that Carson had the gall to try and strike a deal with him. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“Fuck you…”</strong></span> Jake mumbled, but it wasn’t a bad idea. Glancing over at Chris, Jake could only think that he wanted to kill a certain Carson, and it wasn’t the one sitting in front of him. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“But… fine. I’ll do it. Five million is worth just about anything.”</strong></span> The only thing was… well, it would be a shame to actually murder Chris, but Jake doubted that he could fake Chris’s death if the elder Carson had a good enough intelligence network to even discover Jake’s true name. It wasn’t like he owed anything to the blonde anyway. <br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“I want my money first.”</strong></span> Jake stated into the phone. With someone slippery like Carson, he had to ensure that he would get his reward before he actually carried out the deed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izu</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 17:08:20</strong>
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				Carson smirked on the other side of the line when he heard the other telling him just how many people he had killed. Ah... kids these days... Wanna-be gangsters who had no idea how to actually be real criminals. He looked at the bouncers who were currently packing the five million in a couple of sport bags, obviously having known that Jake would agree to the deal right away. Carson hadn't become who he was now by being stupid - he was quite smart and quite cruel. He never let anyone or anything stop him.<br><br>"<strong>Your five million will be delivered to your Warehouse number five at noon. After that I want Christopher to disappear. Up to you how to do it. But let me warn you - if Christopher ever appears in front of my eyes, I can finish your Crypts in the blink of an eye along with that dumpster that you call your neighborhood."</strong> And he did sound serious. He wasn't joking. His money was enough to buy him so much power that he could actually play god in this city. But at least he did leave a little 'door' for Jake - letting him decide how Chris would disappear. Of course killing him would be the best choice, but it wasn't the only one.<strong> "Have a nice day"</strong> Carson said and hung up.<br><br>Chris had glanced a couple of times at Jake curious to the other's responses. He couldn't help but wonder what the hell his father was telling the Crypts' leader, because Jake was rather quiet for a man wanting ransom... It seemed like his father did most of the talking...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mint</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 17:21:30</strong>
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				So, it seemed as though Carson knew everything about him. He knew where their hideout was (although, honestly, it wasn’t that much of a secret), he knew Jake’s name,… he was a dangerous man. All Jake could think about was ending his life. Serious threats like Carson couldn’t just be allowed to roam freely. Except for the fact that, so long as Jake washed his hands of Chris, Carson would never have to be a threat. <br><br>Jake forced his stiff fingers to end the call and set the phone aside. Carson had been a bit vague at the end, on how Jake could decide to make Chris vanish, but the man had stated quite clearly just before that that he wanted Jake to kill Chris in exchange for the five million. And… well… if Jake did decide to keep Chris alive, he would be putting not only himself and his gang at risk, but the entire neighborhood. <br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“Why the hell did I kidnap you?”</strong></span> Jake mumbled quietly, although the way Carson had made it sound, Jake wouldn’t have been surprise if the man had been planning his son’s death for awhile now. Jake had just conveniently taken the burden off of his hands. Well, what was a little more blood on a gangster’s hands, right?<br><br>Jake stood up and walked over to the foot of his bed. He unlocked the cuffs from around Chris’s ankle and pointed over to the corner of the room. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“Get your old clothes back on. No point in wasting a perfectly good pair of pants on a dead body.”</strong></span> Jake said gruffly. While he waited for Chris, he pulled his pistol out of his pants. No, he wouldn’t shoot Chris here and now, but he wanted the boy to make sure he meant business. <br><br>It was ten now, so Chris had two hours left to live. Once Jake got his money, he’d be taking Chris out to the docks… 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izu</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 17:45:04</strong>
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				Chris looked confused for a moment, but then he smiled and shook his head as he realized what had just happened. Jake had mentioned that he wanted his money first - five million instead of one, and now he was saying that he was going to kill him - it was quite obvious that his father had bought Jake for a hitman to kill his own son. Gosh... hadn't he been stupid to even say in the first place that his father would pay Jake a fortune to get him back? It seemed that Carson did pay a fortune to get his son done...<br><br>He sat up quietly when his leg was freed, slowly getting out of the bed. He stumbled to the pile of clothes and slowly bent down to pick them up, cringing with pain, but not really making any sound except for a few sharp breaths and gasp. He groaned as he worked on taking off the other's clothes and pulling on his own - the shirt almost causing him to collapse out of pain, but he managed to put all of the clothes on. Only that by the time he did this he was so much in pain that he couldn't help but stumble backwards and lean against one of the bed's polls. <br><br><strong>"So... he offered you five million to kill me?" </strong>He asked, closing his eyes as he tried to remain calm. He was no longer scared... he just felt empty and dead... <strong>"You know... if you do kill me... he will find my body and he will prove that you killed me, so that he would have an excuse to put this place to ground level and build his new fancy complex that he plans..." </strong>It was the truth. Carson wanted to get rid of all the poor people in the city, ground the ghettos and fill them with fancy expensive buildings.<strong> "And even if you kill me well enough and my body disappears he will make a body disappear and will claim that it is me... and he will still get rid of everyone here..."</strong><br><br>He spoke quietly, obviously not trying to beg Jake to spare his life, but more like trying to show him the way his father's mind worked. He could bet that the man had mentioned something about disappearing and threatening everyone around here if his son wasn't killed... but... he would have no reason to attack the ghetto if his son was murdered by the people in the ghetto because otherwise no one was going to support Carson. Now... a mourning father, so heart broken that he wants to change the entire city - this was an inspiring image... So, Chris was sure that his father had made Jake feel cornered and think that there was no other way but kill him.<br><br><strong>"Let me stay here... I'll do anything you want me to... you take the money and tell them that they will never see me again... If he tries to fabricate a body I'll appear alive, saying that you guys kept me safe and no one will touch you and he will be destroyed..."</strong> It seemed that Carson Junior wasn't a stupid kid. He knew how his father's mind worked and he knew how to stop him... that was why his father wanted him dead...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mint</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 18:03:05</strong>
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				As Chris changed his clothes, Jake watched impassively, gun balanced in his hand. Damn Carson could say what he wanted, but Jake felt at home with a gun in his hand. He had no qualms about killing anybody. Chris could gasp in pain all he wanted. Jake was not going to his side and he did not care. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“Fuck, hurry up.”</strong></span> Jake mumbled, frowning and looking to the side. <br><br>Jake stared at the floor until Chris leaned back against the pole close to him and began to speak. The dark haired man’s lips were set into a thin line and he didn’t look like he had much to say. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“I don’t want to hear it,”</strong></span> he muttered tersely, fingering the trigger of his gun. He hated logic and thinking. All he wanted to do right now was beat someone up, but he couldn’t. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“No matter what, you are going to die. If I let you go, he’ll kill you. And if I don’t kill you myself, he’ll probably just call the cops on me for kidnapping you… and then still kill you.”</strong></span> Jake was staring hard at the carpet again. If it had been physically possible, the carpet would have lit on fire under his intense glare. <br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“You were asking for death just yesterday. Shouldn’t you be happy? Everyone’s getting what they want.”</strong></span> Jake said, although in the back of his mind he did know that Carson was playing him for a fool. He wouldn’t just let this rest. Chris of all people would know that his father was planning to seize Jake’s property and end the Crypts no matter what happened. <br><br>There was really no way for Jake to win if he did, in fact, kill Chris, but it seemed unlikely that he’d win if he left him alive either. And Chris’s offer was tempting. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“…The money arrives at noon. You have two hours to convince me.”</strong></span> Jake stated tonelessly, holding off his emotions all together. Feeling had no place in a decision like this one. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izu</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 18:15:38</strong>
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				Yeah, Chris knew that his father was sooner or later going to find a way to kill him. So he was going to end up dead anyways, but... He didn't want all those poor people to suffer because of his father. The man was already trying to buy all the hospitals in the area so that the poor wouldn't have a place to go as the hospitals were going to be turned into private ones. He knew that his father was the reason why the west end of the city was starting to become more of a dumpster with every next day. The man was the reason why all those warehouses were now empty and all the factories around here were closed...<br><br>He swallowed hard and looked over his shoulder when Jake said that he had a couple of hours to convince him. He bit on his bottom lip and nodded, weakly. <strong>"If the cops come in here pressing charges for kidnapping... I'll say that I'm your lover and I'm here on my free will because my dad beated me up when I told him I was gay and in love with someone who is of a lower social status." </strong>He said coldly, obviously being able to use his mind just as well as his dad. Even better maybe...<br><strong><br>"Do you have a laptop and internet connection here?"</strong> He asked, swallowing hard. He knew what to show Jake to make him believe... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mint</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 18:29:48</strong>
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				Jake’s eyes flashed to Chris’s face when the blonde said that he’d pretend he was Jake’s lover if anyone came asking. Was Chris really that desperate to survive, all of a sudden? Just a few minutes ago, he’d also offered to do just about anything in exchange for his life. Jake… was surprised, although he supposed most people, when actually faced with the reality of death, would plead nearly anything. Frowning more deeply, Jake was lost in thought. He wasn’t stupid, but thinking had never been his strong suit either. This was all confusing the hell out of him, but Chris really did have good points. <br><br>The man wondered why Chris would be asking for a laptop now, of all times.<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong> “Yeah… have to keep the boys entertained somehow.”</strong></span> Jake mumbled. They were a gang so there was lots of drugs and killing, but lots of the members enjoyed simply surfing the net in their spare time, instead of going out and breaking laws. Jake wasn’t one to stifle a legal pastime. <br><br>Stuffing his gun back into his jeans, Jake walked over to his desk and pulled open the top drawer. He extracted a somewhat old Dell laptop and passed it off to Chris. It wasn’t wireless compatible, so Jake had a WiFi adapter stuck in the USB drive. Crossing his arms, Jake lowered himself onto the bed next to Chris and stared at the screen of the computer as it started up. He assumed Chris was going to show him something that would convince Jake to let him live, but he couldn’t imagine what it would be.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izu</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 18:51:50</strong>
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				Chris reached out and took the old laptop, quickly pressing the power button, waiting for the old machine to boot up. He bit on his bottom lip, not looking at Jake for the time being. Once the operating system loaded and the icons showed up, Chris quickly opened the browser that was short-cut at the desktop. His fingers quickly wrote the site of his father's company, soon logging into the system with some woman's name - his father's secretary who had never bothered hiding her login information from Chris - after all he was the heir! (or at least he had been until recently)...<br><br>He went to her emails and from there he searched for a specific email that he opened and handed the laptop to Jake to let him read it. It was an email that had been received from a constructing company from another state, who pretty much were telling them how much it would cost to push all the buildings in the area and then to start building a new neighborhood. <strong>"He's been planning to do it for over ten years... He has cops and politicians in his hands... he just needs an excuse for the public to start doing it."</strong> He said as he waited for Jake to read through it.<br><br><strong>"There is more... I was four when I overheard a conversation that my father had with some man... after that he beated me up so badly that I almost died..."</strong> That was where the scars on his back were. <strong>"But I woke up, not remembering anything about it... only that when I was fifteen I remembered what had happened... and I stole some files from his office and hid them where no one can find them... if those files were to be showed to the people... he'd be destroyed... I have proof that his business is not legal. And that he is responsible for the deaths of tons of people who had stood in his way... and for the collapse of this area..." </strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mint</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 19:05:26</strong>
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				Chris pulled up an email, which Jake scanned through quickly, his frown growing deeper with every passing second. This was… starting news to say the least. Before today, Jake hadn’t even been aware of this immense threat to his territory. Carson was one sneaky bastard. Maybe, on some level, it had been lucky for him to abduct Chris that day. Especially if what everything Chris was saying was true. <br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“This is…”</strong></span> It was insane to believe that there had already been this much planning going on behind the scenes. Chris’s father was probably in heaven right now. Jake getting mixed up with his son was probably the best thing that could have happened to him. It put him in a position to finally begin executing his plan. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“……” </strong></span><br><br>Looking up, Jake met Chris’s gaze. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“Damn, you are more devious than I gave you credit for.” </strong></span>He was smirking wolfishly. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“You and I, together, we could knock your dad off his high horse.”</strong></span> Chris’s main goal at this point was probably just to stay alive, but Jake was thinking farther ahead. Despite barely being aware of Carson’s existence before yesterday, Jake had discovered a dangerous enemy indeed and it was time to bring him down. With Chris on his side… it could just happen. <br><br>Alright, it didn’t take too long, but Chris had thoroughly convinced him. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“Dammit, you’re in pain, but after all this, you may just deserve to wear red and black.”</strong></span> Jake was beaming. It didn’t take too much to work him out of his funk. They still had to tread carefully, at least until Carson was taken care of, but there was definitely hope – plus Jake would still get his five million.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izu</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 19:23:51</strong>
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				Oh, Chris had learned how to be devious in order to survive for so long around his father. He pretended to have never remembered those painful memories from when he was four. He had played a good son until he finally decided to start building his life away from his family, by getting into med school. And of course he had copies of all important files hidden into places where his dad would never think of. Chris was smart... despite being a bit naive at times.<br><br>He swallowed hard and looked aside when Jake said that they were going to take his father down together. Not only this, but Jake quite much said that with this he would deserve a place in his gang - a sign that Chris took as he was no longer in danger. He sighed quietly and looked down, his hand moving to the side once again. He kept feeling the pain ever since he was asked to change into his clothes and it simply never stopped.<br><br><strong>"I told you... you should be doing things for the people around here... and not just shoot each other for nothing..."</strong> He said quietly, biting on his bottom lip. There were so many things going on that it was hard not to get angry with the people who claimed that this territory was theirs, but did nothing to save it... only destroying it further... They were going to end up with no chance to even fight once his father put his plan into action...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mint</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 19:38:37</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“Chris…”</strong></span> Jake murmured when the boy sighed and looked away. He reached forward and took hold of the blonde’s chin, tilting his head back so that he was looking at him. Jake didn’t miss the way the blond continued to clutch at his side, either. Staring at the boy, Jake had no words but his eyes were fiery. Leaning forward, the man pressed his forehead against Chris’s. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“Nnn…. I think you need to go to the hospital.”</strong></span> After how painstaking it was for Jake to decide to keep Chris alive, he didn’t want a damn broken bone being the one to finish him off. <br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“We can go to the memorial hospital on the east side. I’ll get you a fake ID.” </strong></span>Too many people at St. Peter’s would know Chris by sight. They couldn’t risk going there. <br><br>Damn, Chris was such a good person, Jake could barely believe it. As much as he hated to admit it, he was kind of beginning to trust Chris. If everything the other male had said was true, Chris had no reason to betray Jake or even try to run away now. If Chris did escape, he’d just be running into the point of the sword his father had poised, anyway. If either Chris or Jake wanted to live free, they first had to take down their shared enemy. <br><br>They could lie low for awhile, and then, once Chris was feeling better, they could put their plan into motion and Chris could get those incriminating documents that he’d stolen from his father. But until that day came, survival was their main objective. For a moment, Jake closed his eyes, then he drew back and sighed.<br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“Come on,”</strong></span> he stated, holding out his hand to help Chris up. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izu</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 19:53:55</strong>
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				Chris closed his eyes and kept his breath in when Jake leaned in and pressed his forehead against his. The blond's cheeks warmed up even more, really not used to people showing him any kindness... not to mention getting it from Jake who had been ready to kill him just a moment ago. He swallowed hard and pulled back after a couple of seconds, looking away once again. <strong>"I don't need to go to the hospital." </strong>He said quietly, looking up.<strong> "I know better... and... you need to be here in a couple of hours and so should I... so that whoever brings the money will see me."</strong> He sighed heavily as he tried to relax a little, but it was hard.<br><br><strong>"I am not going anywhere."</strong> He repeated when the other stood up and offered him his hand. <strong>"I'm just dehydrated which led to me getting a fever... and the side hurts from the kicks.. and from the moving to change in and out of the clothes."</strong> He spoke, looking up directly at Jake's dark eyes.<strong> "I need Tylenol and water and to not be kicked for a day and I'll be alright."</strong> He looked down, biting on his bottom lip, his hand still holding at his side.<br><br>He wanted to ask for a warm shower, but he really wasn't sure how he was going to be treated from now on, so he didn't speak up. Was he going to be kept as a prisoner? If Jake had a little bit of brain he wasn't just going to trust him blindly, because Chris might turn out to be just a good actor, seeking a way to escape (though he wasn't, but still... one should never trust people blindly...).&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mint</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 20:14:28</strong>
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				Jake narrowed his eyes and looked away, upset that his kindness had been spurned. It wasn’t like he had to do this for Chris, who was still lucky that he wasn’t going to be murdered today. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“Fine.”</strong></span> He said, picking up the handcuffs. Again, he debated locking Chris’s hands, but with the cracked rib, the blond shouldn’t have his arms held in any awkward positions. Gritting his teeth, Jake clicked the restraint back around Chris’s ankle. Suddenly, a dark smirk found its way onto his face. Jake had just had quite the brilliant idea of how to keep Chris in line. It was the same way they kept some of the whores obedient. <br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“I’ll be back in a little while. Don’t get used to me running errands for you,”</strong></span> Jake pointed out as he shuffled toward the door. That amused leer was still very evident of his face. He had something up his sleeve, that was for sure. While he was out, of course, he’d grab more water and some medicine for Chris. <br><br>Sauntering out of the room, Jake was gone for quite awhile. He didn’t return until about forty-five minutes before the money was slated to arrive. When entered the room, Jake was carry not only two glasses of water and a bottle of pills… but a collar. He leered over at Chris. It was a shock collar. Not only would it keep Chris in the general area but Chris would learn very quickly just who was in charge.<br><br>Setting the water and aspirin aside, Jake bent over Chris, holding out the collar.<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong> “Now, be a good boy…”</strong></span> he said, his face quite devilish indeed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izu</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 20:47:42</strong>
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				Chris stared at the cuffs for a moment, feeling how his heart clenched in pain at the thought that he would be handcuffed once again. It was not going to be a pleasant experience with the wrists and the rib... But then Jake changed his mind and cuffed his ankle to the poll, telling him that he was going to be back soon. The blond looked at him confused as to what that smirk was all about, but he said nothing, only nodded faintly and slowly laid back down on the bed, not really thinking that he laid down with his dirty clothes...<br><br>Minutes passed and he started to wonder where Jake had gone. He guessed that the man had some sort of work around his gang, but... he didn't really care. He was still tired, still in pain, and there were one too many thoughts running around his mind. Were they really going to get his father down? Was he going to stay alive? How were they going to do it? There were just so many things they had to plan and do, that he honestly had no idea just how long it was going to take them to succeed... if they succeeded at all that is...<br><br>He sat up slowly and weakly when Jake returned, looking a bit confused at the items in his hands. The pills and the water... okay... but... what the fuck?? Was this a collar? He blinked and looked up at Jake, his eyes opened widely in confusion, swallowing hard.<strong> "Wha... what is this for?"</strong> He asked, trying to pull back a little, but it wasn't like he was all that capable of leaning backwards with that rib. But he did look a bit scared...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mint</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 21:02:21</strong>
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				Ah, Chris’s reaction. He was pulling back instead of baring his throat for Jake. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“Looks like you still have some learning to do,”</strong></span> Jake murmured silkily as he leaned forward, catching a fistful of Chris’s medium length blonde hair in one hand. Yanking the boy’s head back roughly, Jake slid the collar around the smooth skin then locked it in place. When he drew back, he was grinning mockingly. <br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“This, my dear, is a shock collar. We use it to keep our whores obedient. It will serve the same purpose with you. Disobey me… and you’ll find out just how much it hurts. You should see how some people twitch.”</strong></span> Jake’s voice was haughty as he held up a little dial. It was currently set to zero, but Jake could easily change it at any time. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“Also, just so you are aware, the collar is set to go off if you get a certain distance from the complex. Kind of like an invisible ‘electric fence’.” </strong></span><br><br>Not only did Chris look damn sexy in that collar, but it was much more practical than keeping him handcuffed 24/7. Yes, this way Chris did have use of his hands. He could, theoretically, grab Jake’s gun, or use a knife, but so long as Jake was on his guard, he could prevent that from happening. Few prostitutes managed to escape and Chris wouldn’t get out either. <br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“Now, if you would please get off of my bed in those clothes…”</strong></span> Jake’s lips were pressed into a thin line. The blood was dried, but he still didn’t want dust all over his blanket. Chris could just sit on the floor until the time came that they had to go downstairs. Jake handed him the medication and water.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izu</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 21:22:05</strong>
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				<strong>"AH!"</strong> Chris cried out when his hair was yanked, forcing him to tilt his head backwards. He closed his eyes, a pained expression over his handsome features. He bit on his bottom lip as the other locked that collar around his neck, feeling like suffocating right away, despite the collar not being all that tight around his neck - it just made him feel claustrophobic and panic for some reason... But as he listened to Jake's explanation as to what he had just gotten around his neck, he realized that panic was a good reaction to something like this...<br><br><strong>"W..why?"</strong> He cried out quietly, swallowing hard, his hands moving up to the collar and trying to pull it off, but it seemed that there was no way to get this off. He stared up at Jake, feeling betrayed and hurt... Hadn't he just promised Jake to help him with everything? Why did he put a shock collar on him? This was something that could really hurt him... he had no idea just how much it would hurt, but he could imagine it and he didn't like the image.<br><br>He breathed in and out deeply, trying to not freak out completely as he was told about the invisible electric fence that was going to keep him always near the complex. He bit on his bottom lip, frowning slightly as he was told to get off the bed. He nodded weakly as he stood up, his hand gripping at the side. He took the pills and put them in his mouth, taking the glass of water afterwards and drinking some water. He panted for air for a moment as he finished the glass at once, still not sure what was going on. He slowly lowered himself on the ground, cringing as he did so as it wasn't really very easy to sit down without feeling pain.<br><br>He leaned on the wall and closed his eyes, his fingers gripping on the second glass of water. His face looked paler than earlier as the pain was much bigger in this position, plus that panic that was taking over him... it wasn't doing him any good.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mint</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 21:41:37</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“Why..?”</strong></span> Jake asked, raising an eyebrow in slight surprise. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“I would have thought that would be obvious. You’re on my side now, but do you really think I can trust you? A devious thinker like you needs to be kept on a leash… so to speak.”</strong></span> Dark eyes watched, amused, as Chris struggled with the collar. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“You need a key to remove it. It’s not going anywhere.”</strong></span> Jake had been treating Chris far too kindly the past few hours. Clearly, the boy was suffering under some delusions about NOT being the slave of a gang leader. <br><br>Obediently, Chris moved from the bed to the floor. Jake ignored the expression of pain that crossed his face and turned his head away. At least being shocked as punishment wouldn’t break his bones, even if it did singe the skin of Chris’s throat. Shuffling over to his desk, Jake pulled his motorcycle jacket off the back of his chair and drew it over his muscular arms. There was about half an hour left now. <br><br>Crossing his arms, Jake sat down. He would give Chris fifteen minutes for the pills to take effect and then he was dragging him downstairs to wait for the cash. This entire day, Chris still hadn’t eaten anything. Jake peered at him a moment, before reaching over and grabbing the apple off of the tray he’d brought up earlier. Personally, he’d eaten at eight that morning, so he was getting hungry again. Chewing on it, Jake was quite silent as he waited. At 11:45, he threw what remained of the apple into the wastebasket and stood up. He unlocked the cuff from Chris’s ankle and then tucked the restraints back into his jacket pocket. <br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“Get up. It’s time to go downstairs.” </strong></span>Jake told Chris, ignoring the boy’s pallid face. Once Chris had gotten to his feet, Jake grabbed him by the upper arm and pulled him along, out the door, down a flight of stairs, and through the main room of the warehouse. Lots of gang members, milling about in black and red clothing, paused their activities to stare. But Jake looked like a man on a mission, his face hard and determined, so no one said anything. <br><br>The dark haired male pulled his captive outside, releasing him after they stepped out the door and leaning back against the side of the gray metal plated warehouse number 5. His hand retrieved the pistol from his waistband, holding it at the ready. Wouldn’t it be convenient for Carson if he simply gunned down Jake and Chris at the same time and blamed it on gang violence?... Jake was ready for it, just in case. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izu</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 22:11:50</strong>
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				Chris remained silent as he stared at Jake when the other told him why he had put the collar on him. Well... at least that guy wasn't overly stupid. He sighed quietly and looked down, keeping his gaze down for the next fifteen minutes, sipping from the glass every now and then until it was empty. He did glance up when Jake starting eating that apple, but once again he said nothing. He was hungry, but he felt too sick and too nervous to eat right now. But he did bite his bottom lip at the sight of the juicy apple and the sound of Jake biting off it...<br><br><strong>"Argh.."</strong> He cringed as he pushed himself up, the pain was still there even if it was bit duller than earlier. He bit on his bottom lip and glared at Jake as if for a moment he judged him for not helping him. The blond gritted his teeth as they walked, trying his best to not trip over his own feet, but it was kind of hard - he did feel weak from the tiredness, the injury and the hunger that he was starting to feel. He looked around every now and then as if trying to memorize how this place looked like. After all he was going to spend the next who knew how many months here...<br><br>He tried to look calm and strong as they passed through the main room, trying to ignore all those stares that he got. He wondered what Jake would tell his men about him, about this whole situation. If they wanted to succeed they were going to need all the possible help and of course as many men as they could get. He sighed quietly when they got out of the warehouse, quickly seeking that door to lean on to it as he wasn't going to be able to stay on his feet for much longer. <br><br>It was exactly 12.00 when a black car with darkened windows pulled over in front of the warehouse and a huge guy in a black suit got out of it. He looked at Jake, his eyes moving to Chris afterwards before he leaned down to pull two massively looking sport bags from the car's back seat. He made a couple of steps towards the two men and dropped the bags on the ground. <strong>"Have a good day."</strong> The gorilla said before he moved back to the car and soon drove away without saying anything else.<br><br><strong>"And the games begin..."</strong> Chris said quietly, looking down at the bags that were definitely filled with money. Wasn't that sweet of his daddy? Paying so much just to get rid of him?... He made a sour face and looked aside, his hand moving to his side again. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mint</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 22:55:16</strong>
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				Jake was alert as he watched the car with tinted windows pull up to the front of the building. His face was grim and his expression dark. The man who extracted himself from the car was an imposing figure, but Jake stood his ground, merely staring with his observant, bottomless black eyes. The gargantuan creature stared at he and Chris for a moment before he grabbed two bags and dropped them at Jake’s feet. Personally, Jake wasn’t sure if he believed 5 million dollars, or 50,000 $100 bills, would fit into only two bags, but he wasn’t about to say anything. <br><br>After wishing them a “good day,” the large man disappeared back into the car and was gone. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“Here’s to hoping they aren’t rigged with bombs or anthrax,”</strong></span> Jake mumbled, motioning toward Chris with his pistol. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“You open them.” </strong></span>He stated. It wasn’t as though he was standing far enough away to avoid an explosion if it happened, but as the boss, he didn’t dirty his fingers. <br><br>While waiting for Chris, Jake edged back into the door of the warehouse a little, pausing a second as he took a deep breath, before yelling at everyone inside,<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong> “Oi, someone get our accountants. Blondie here pulled us in some big dough!” </strong></span>This caused a spike in interest. A couple people ran off to get their treasurers, but most of them came forward curiously, to check out just how much cash had been raked in. Needless to say, they were all curious as to how it had gotten there, considering Jake and ‘blondie’ had just passed them not more than five or ten minutes ago. <br><br>Approximately ten minutes later, some thinner men were to be seen running toward the door of the warehouse. They carried notebooks and pens. Jake smirked wryly when he saw them, knowing that they wouldn’t be able to calculate the sum of the money here and now; they’d need the bags taken back to their office. <br><br>Lots of people were staring at Chris in confusion and amazement, wondering how a thin looking boy with bandaged wrists and a shock collar had pulled off such a feat. Normally rich looking boys like him were traded for ransom money, but if this money was a ransom, then why was he still there?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izu</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 23:36:08</strong>
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				Chris rolled his eyes at Jake's words about the bomb or the anthrax. His dad would never do something so... easy. He would rather cause a big war between all the gangs so that they would kill each other, but planting bombs or killing people directly... It wasn't his way. He liked getting third people (like Jake) to do those killings for him so that he wouldn't have to dirty his hands directly. He was brilliant when it came to those stuff...<br><br>The blond made his way to the bags and slowly knelt down, glancing over his shoulder at Jake and his men that came running. Slowly he pulled the zipper of the first bag and looked inside. Slowly a smug smile spread on his face as he reached in and took out a thick wad of 100 bills and waved it so that everyone could see it. <strong>"He pays his men..." </strong>He said quietly, shrugging lightly as he put the wad down and pulled the zipper of the other bag too. He found the very same content inside it - wads of one hundred bills. Just by looking at them he could tell that there were one hundred 100-bills in each wad, which meant that there should have been 500 wads... He nodded as he glanced at the bags, thinking that they could keep such a sum without a problem.<br><br>Slowly he pushed himself up, cringing as he did so. His hand moved to his hurt inside as he stepped away to let those 'accountants'&nbsp; get to the bags. <strong>"They should better count the money inside..." </strong>Chris said quietly enough so that only Jake could hear him. He didn't want people to hear that he was giving advices to their boss. But he was right. If they kept counting such a huge sum out here in the open they could only draw some unwanted attention.<br><br>He bit on his bottom lip as he gasped for air, feeling a bit light-headed all of a sudden. He was both glad that Jake had gotten his money, but... he couldn't help but feel betrayed by his own father... And some people thought rich kids had it easy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mint</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 23:57:04</strong>
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				The moment his dark eyes landed on the heaping amount of money, they lit up. Jake might not have been the most ruthless criminal that ever lived, but he still loved money. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"This is a beautiful thing right here,"</strong></span> he pronounced, grabbing one of the bags and heaving it over his shoulder. Two and a half million dollars now lay against his back. Jake was in heaven. He didn't even notice Chris's expression, or the pained way he was holding his side. Lots of the men were cheering, and of course, Jake was absolutely beaming. He hadn't actually done a damn thing and Chris's involvement with him could bring a lot more trouble than five million dollars was worth... but he didn't care right now. <br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><br>"Some of you guys grab the other one. Let's take this puppies down to the vault so Lawrence and Ed can start counting." </strong></span>And boy, didn't the accountants look each to get their mitts all over that cash. Jake knew he could trust them, for the most part, but he knew a couple thousand was likely to get 'misplaced' under their watch. At the moment, he had 5,000 thousands so he didn't give a damn. <br><br>Thoroughly enjoying himself, Jake grabbed Chris's arm and pulled him along with as the entire group paraded into the warehouse. They went down to the basement and Lawrence and Ed led the way through countless twisting underground tunnels until they finally arrived outside of a heavy metal door. Jake took his bag off and threw it to the ground, where it raised a cloud of dust. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"There should be 5 mil there. I want it all accounted for by tomorrow. I have things I need to do with it."</strong></span> Jake told the pair, who were unlocking the door. They nodded hurriedly, then dragged both bags inside and slammed the door again. <br><br>A few more men congratulated Jake but most of them began to disperse. Once they were all gone, Jake took hold of Chris again and proceeded to lead him through more of the underground network. When they arrived at some stairs, Jake took Chris up and they were in a completely different warehouse. Not only was it laid out differently, but the stairs had a guard positioned by them. Jake nodded to the man and took Chris foward, down a long hallway with doors lining either side. The end of the hallway opened up on an open area where a bunch of people were milling about, many of them women. The boys who were there looked thin, frail, and beautiful. There was a man sitting at a desk to one side and the main doors which led to the outside world were chained and padlocked. All of the people other than the guards wore collars similar to Chris's. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"Welcome to warehouse 7.... your new home." </strong></span>Jake murmured to Chris, as he yanked him over toward the desk. <br><br>He was certain Chris could guess what this place was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izu</strong> on <strong>28-07-2010, 20:22:26</strong>
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				Chris sighed, biting on his bottom lip when Jake took one of the bags, wondering what the other was going to do with those money. If it had been up to him, he would have most probably used them to make the people from the neighborhood be on their side - help them with their bills and expenses about food and medications, because if they ere actually going to try to defeat his father they were going to need as many friends as possible...<br><br>He tried to keep up with Jake's pace, but it only caused him more pain, not that he had a choice to slow down as Jake was holding him for the arm and leading him through the labyrinth of corridors. He looked confused for a moment when the other started dragging him to another direction. Chris had a very good sense of direction so he realized that he was taken to another place right away. He wasn't sure whether it was a good thing or a bad thing, but he had the feeling that he wasn't being taken to a nicer place. Yet, he said nothing, just biting on his bottom lip as the two of them walked through the corridors.<br><br><strong>"What the..." </strong>He mumbled under his breath when they reached to the new warehouse, looking around in shock and fear. There were so many people here... men, women, young and old... His breath stopped and his heart started beating painfully quickly against his chest. He didn't need to be told to know that this was where the Crypts kept their whores. It was more than obvious that those people here were prostitutes... not that they seemed to mind it... at least most of them looked too high or too fucked up to realize their situation... or maybe they had lived even worse lives before coming here... He didn't know, but the sight was scary and he felt like gagging...<br><br><strong>"Why are you leaving me here?"</strong> He asked, looking at Jake with an almost pleading face. He had honestly thought that they would be something like allies... or business partners or something like this... But... first the collar and now this... Chris was starting to realize that he wasn't really going to be treated like an equal... He gasped for air, looking up at Jake again, his hand moving to clench on the other man's arm. <strong>"Please... don't... I got you five million... I'll help you against Carson Corp... please... why?" </strong>He requested, gasping again obviously getting a mild panic attack. Was he going to be sold off as a whore??
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mint</strong> on <strong>28-07-2010, 21:01:19</strong>
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				Raising one dark eyebrow, Jake stared at Chris as though he was asking an obvious question. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“You didn’t really think I would let you continue to stay in my room? You still can’t be trusted to have the same freedom as a regular member of the gang. I can’t allow you access to weapons or escape routes. Besides, this place is safer for you. The guard will keep an eye on you and prevent anyone from hurting you,”</strong></span> Jake pointed out. While gang members who enjoyed roughing up their prostitutes weren’t forbidden from doing so, Chris was never going to be a public prostitute, even if he lived with them. <br><br>The strong male pulled Chris with him over to the table where the main watchman was sitting. If anyone wanted to use a whore, they had to ‘check-out’ here. This was where the controls for all of the collars were kept. The man also kept track of the condition of the slaves and made sure none of them had diseases. <br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“He needs a room,”</strong></span> Jake told the guard, who nodded and pulled some paperwork from a desk drawer. <br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“Name?”</strong></span> The man asked. <br><br>Jake glanced at Chris. He probably wouldn’t want everyone knowing that he was a Carson. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“Chris Riccardi,”</strong></span> Jake murmured. His own last name was the first thing that popped into his head. None of the gang members knew that that was his name, however, and the desk worker merely nodded and jotted it down. He also filled things out such as hair color, eye color, and stature. <br><br>Once he had finished with that sheet, he held out his hand. “I’m keeping the control,” Jake stated and then the man looked at him questioningly, Jake smirked and looped an arm around Chris’s shoulders. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“He’s private. I want you to make sure no one else touches him. And believe me,”</strong></span> his face grew dark and he leaned forward, a rather scary smile on his face, <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“I’ll know if you lie.” </strong></span><br><br>Nervously, the man gulped. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“O-Of course, sir,….”</strong></span> <br><br>Nodding his approval, Jake turned toward Chris and discreetly slipped a pager into his hand. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“If you need me… page. My number is the only one stored in the memory,”</strong></span> he whispered softly. Jake had toyed with the idea of giving Chris back his phone, but that was dangerous, not only because he could have contacted the outside, but because he was going to be labeled a missing person soon by the authorities. Smiling, Jake stepped away from Chris, ignoring the curious stare from the desk worker. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“Anyway, make lots of friends, I’ll see you soon.”</strong></span> He chuckled a bit before stuffing his hands into his pockets and spinning away on one heel. <br><br>Jake twisted the brim of his hat to the back with one hand and whistled to himself as he stalked off. A few of the whores were looking at Chris, but many of them were watching Jake’s every move. More than one had an expression of lust on their faces. They had probably been brainwashed into loving sex… or maybe some of them truly had sex addiction disorders. In any case, Jake was one of the more attractive gang members…<br><br>Barely a moment of time was afforded for Chris to be alone before a thin teen with sandy brown hair had sidled up to him. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“…Hi,”</strong></span> the boy said. He must have been seventeen or eighteen and he was a good couple of inches shorter than Chris. His face was pallid and his cheekbones were prominent against his sunken skin, but he truly was beautiful, almost in a girlish way. One thing about his appearance that drastically set him apart from the other whores was the fact that his wrists were bandaged and his hands were tied together with coarse brown rope. No one else appeared to be bound. <br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“My name is Taylor – everyone calls me Tay – nice meet you. I noticed your wrists and I thought we had something in common,”</strong></span> he pointed at Chris’s bandaged wrists. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“I haven’t seen you before but I heard Mr. Richard talking…. I guess you were his personal slave before this. That could explain why…” </strong></span>Tay’s voice was soft, and it would have been hard for Chris to hear him had Tay been standing more than five feet away. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izu</strong> on <strong>28-07-2010, 21:30:12</strong>
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				Chris just stared at Jake, still looking rather scared from the idea of staying here even if Jake promised him that he was going to be safer here than anywhere else. He honestly doubt so... He wanted to believe Jake, but he was no longer sure if he should believe him at all. He looked around, biting on his bottom lip as he took in the whole scene in this warehouse, feeling sick once again. He did glance at Jake and the guard as they fixed his documents, actually surprised that they had such an organization. He bit on his bottom lip when the Crypts' leader told some fake name for him, once again&nbsp; wondering whether he could trust him...<br><br>Really, Jake was quite the mystery. One moment Chris felt like he could believe him just about anything, and in the next moment he felt like Jake was the most horrible person ever... What was he? He swallowed hard and looked down when he felt something being pushed in his hand, looking down to see a pager, and once again he felt confused. Why was Jake giving him a pager? Was he actually trying to hide him here and to protect him? Or... it was some trick... He really didn't know... <br><br>He remained speechless for a moment or two, looking after Jake as the man left the warehouse. So... the boss had ordered no one to touch him, he had given him a pager and he had lied about his name? It did feel like Jake was trying to protect him...<br><strong><br>"What?"</strong> He turned around when he heard a soft voice talking to him, seeing a handsome young boy approaching. He blinked a couple of times, confused for a moment as the other spoke about something they had in common, noticing that the kid had bandaged wrists as well. He looked down at his own wrists and pulled the sleeves of his jacket lower, shaking his head. <strong>"No... not really... I'm not... you know..." </strong>He tried to explain, feeling like choking when the kid said that he must have been Mr. Richard's slave. "Eh?" He looked over his shoulder at the direction where Jake had gone, wondering for a moment whether his name was Richard. Chris did look quite confused and lost at this very moment, looking back at Tay. <strong>"Er... not exactly... But... what does it explain?"</strong> He asked, looking at the boy, wondering for a moment if he was sane at all. Was there anyone sane in here? Even Chris felt like he was starting to lose his mind...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mint</strong> on <strong>28-07-2010, 21:47:34</strong>
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				Tay smiled softly when Chris halfway responded to him, but mostly just ended up letting words tumble out of his mouth in a confused manner. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“Chris… why don’t we sit down?”</strong></span> Using both hands, since they were tied together, Tay motioned to a vacant couch. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“You seem like you need a moment to calm down.” </strong></span>Tay’s voice was gentle and even. He spoke slowly. From his body physique to his soft voice, Taylor was the exact opposite to Jake’s rough-and-tumble nature. Sitting lightly on the edge of the couch cushion, Tay peered at Chris with eyes the color of melted chocolate. <br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“How did you get out of having your hands tied? Did you tell them you wouldn’t do it again? The people here are so stupid..”</strong></span> Tay looked away, and although his voice showed no anger, he looked troubled. Despite the calm aura he had, under the surface, Tay loathed every moment he had to spend in this place. He was a captive here through and through, but if he managed to escape, what was waiting for him but more suffering? <br><br>A bitter smile twisted up the corners of Tay’s thin lips. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“It explains why I haven’t seen you before… and possibly why you tried to hurt yourself. A lot of the people here might be jealous of you for getting special attention.. but I know that Mr Richard isn’t as kind as he might seem. Just because he looks good. That’s all anyone cares about…”</strong></span> The way Tay spoke was vague, but his underlying emotions shone through the murk clearly – he hated Jake and he thought the people here were mindless sheep, being led to the slaughter. Many of them had become blinded to the reality of their situation. They had been slaves so long that they thought their positions in life were good – they got food and water, a moderate amount of entertainment, and in exchange, they had to offer their bodies to anyone who wanted them at a moment’s notice. Not to mention what would happen to them once they had aged and began to lose their beauty. <br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“Do you think, Chris,” </strong></span>Tay began, his voice a quiet whisper, <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“That you could help me out of these ropes?”</strong></span> He nodded to his wrists. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“Not here of course… but a little later?”</strong></span> Tay was eager to be freed, but there must have been a good reason for tying him up in the first place. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izu</strong> on <strong>28-07-2010, 22:04:45</strong>
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				Chris looked even more confused when the suicide kid offered him to sit down in the nicest possible tone a guy could have. He swallowed hard and nodded shakily as he moved next to him and sat down at the other end of the couch, still looking quite confused. A moment to calm down? He doubted he would ever manage to calm down... He was freaking out, not knowing what was going to happen with him, and this was a rather scary sensation...<br><br><strong>"What?" </strong>He mumbled, looking at Tay for a moment not sure what the other was asking him, and then he realized that the boy actually thought that he was a cutter or suicide-ish as well. He looked down at his wrists and shook his head, swallowing hard. <strong>"No... I'm not... I just got hurt... by an accident...</strong>" He mumbled, his forehead wrinkling as he stared at the boy who continued talking. For a moment Chris wondered whether Tay was normal at all, because he did sound a bit... weirdly... normal... And Chris honestly thought that there could be no normal people around here, so those who seemed normal were most probably schizophrenic... <br><br>He remained silent for a moment or two as Tay told him that people might be jealous of him for getting the special attention, and for some reason he felt quite worried about it. He really didn't need a warehouse full of crazy whores going after him... He wasn't the type who can fight, so he was most probably going to end up beaten up by even the skinniest and weakest women. He gulped as he looked around, noticing that some people were glancing at him, whispering or just laughing for no reason, and he felt trapped once again. That fear was never leaving his heart... He felt like suffocating...<br><br><strong>"Why were you tied?"</strong> He asked, pointing at the ropes. <strong>"Because of the wrists? When was the last time they rebandanged your wrists?"</strong> He asked, worrying a little bit about Tay. After all Chris was a doctor and even if Tay was suicidal, he still deserved to get somewhat proper treatment. If the other had cut his wrists his woulds could get infected and he could actually die...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mint</strong> on <strong>28-07-2010, 22:17:38</strong>
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				Smirking a little, the expression looking wholly out of place on his fair face, Tay nodded. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“An accident… of course.”</strong></span> Clearly, he didn’t believe a word of it. That was what everyone said. Only strong people could admit what had really happened, and Chris couldn’t be blamed for not being like Tay. Perhaps him claiming it was an accident was what had prevented the gangsters from trying him up as well…<br><br>The smirk turned bitter when Tay was asked why he was tied up. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“…Isn’t that obvious? With my hands like this, I can’t reach my wrists. There are other means but… they are always watching me,”</strong></span> Tay’s voice, normally quiet, was nearly inaudible as he whispered and shot a secretive look at the man behind the desk, who was currently eating a donut, scratching his fat belly, and watching a small personal television set. The show he was watching was an average American sitcom. He laughed at something and Tay narrowed his eyes.<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong> “Some day…”</strong></span> he murmured, under his breath, to himself. <br><br>When Chris proceeded to ask when that last time Tay had been rebandaged was, the boy blinked in surprise, as though he’d forgotten Chris was even there at all. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“Yes…” </strong></span>he responded, even though Chris hadn’t asked a yes or no question. <br><br>Looking at Chris closely, Tay frowned a little bit. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“Is Riccardi your family name? You don’t look Italian. Most of them stay on the east side anyway, right?”</strong></span> The boy’s eyes examined his facial features as though he was a human lie detector. Tay seemed desperate for a friend he could relate to, but he wasn’t that trusting either. If Chris was lying about his identity, Tay wanted to hear about it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izu</strong> on <strong>28-07-2010, 22:28:15</strong>
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				Chris looked down at the other's wrists, nodding slowly and thinking whether he should ever take the ropes off. It seemed that they were trying to save the kid's life by tying him up... Of course he wasn't sure whether this was the best way to help Tay, but still... at least it was some way...<strong> "Huh?"</strong> He looked confused again when the boy mumbled the 'some day' bit. Chris followed his gaze to the guard and blinked, wondering whether the man had hurt Tay in some way and whether Tay wanted some sort of revenge now... At least it sounded like he did... Which once again made him wonder whether the tied man was sane at all... or maybe because he was sane he wanted the revenge...<br><br><strong>"What?"</strong> He blinked and stared at Tay again when the kid replied 'yes', obviously not having listened to him at all. Chris looked confused and worried for a moment, but he said nothing, only looked at the younger man as if waiting for him to continue with this conversation, because Chris did feel like Tay was the one doing all the talking.<br><strong><br>"Mh... I was adopted."</strong> Chris lied without even blinking. He was smart and he knew how to lie well (after all he was his father's son and he had learned a thing or two from his dad). <strong>"So... I'm not really Italian."</strong> He blushed lightly as he felt Tay's expecting eyes, pulling back a little, obviously not very comfortable with being stared at. He coughed quietly and looked aside, nodding at the place. <strong>"For how have you been here?"</strong> He asked, just trying to move the conversation away from him. He knew that there was a reason why Jake had lied about his true name, so he was not going to let anyone know the truth...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mint</strong> on <strong>28-07-2010, 23:00:52</strong>
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				Tay bought Chris’s lie about his heritage easily. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“How well-off are they? Were they in the Strikers?”</strong></span> He had noticed Chris’s suit which, while it was now ruined, had been very expensive at one point in time. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“I heard there were a lot of Italians in the Strikers… It would be awful to be a P.O.W., but you know what it’s like for the rest of us now, huh?...”</strong></span> Tay sighed, he didn’t really intend to be mean to Chris. Looking away, a hurt expression crossed Tay’s face and he looked vulnerable. <br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><br>“I grew up here… in this neighborhood. My mom traded me and my sister to the Crypts for cash.”</strong></span> Tay didn’t explain what the woman had needed cash for. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“I’ve been here for five years…”</strong></span> Five years ago, Tay couldn’t have been older than thirteen at the most. It was hard to believe that he’d been a slave for so long. It almost felt sometimes as though he didn’t really know who he really was other than this. If he one day managed to escape into the ‘real’ world, who knew if he would be able to survive. <br><br>When Chris blushed, Tay’s observant eyes didn’t miss it.<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong> “You shouldn’t make such cute expressions. Mr Richard can say you are his, but those are only words. If any of the men around here want you… they won’t think twice.”</strong></span> Tay sounded bitter. Maybe something similar had happened to him in the past. It was impossible to tell. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“Even some of the other whores… they are so addicted to sex that they sleep with each other…….”</strong></span> Tay grew very quiet. It wasn’t hard to guess what he was thinking about. With his hands bound, Tay couldn’t defend himself very well, if at all. If the rest of the people here were sheep heading for the slaughter, Tay was a little lamb, powerless to escape from the flow of the people around him. <br><br>Scooting further back onto the worn blue couch, Tay pulled his knees to his chest and wrapped the loop of his arms around them, as if he was holding onto himself. The boy glanced over at the other people and saw some of them looking. They quickly looked away when he met their eyes, but that didn’t make him any more comfortable.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izu</strong> on <strong>28-07-2010, 23:19:33</strong>
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				Chris kept his eyes on Tay as the other spoke, still not sure whether the kid was quite smart or quite crazy or both... He shook his head and smiled nervously when the other asked him where he was from. "No... I'm not from around. I came to the city to study at the med school." He said the partial truth, not really wanting to make some mistake just because he didn't know the regions of the city - he really wasn't familiar with all the gangs and their wars. After all he was a rich kid even if he didn't like it. <strong>"And I'm not really a p.o.w... well... in a way we all are, aren't we?" </strong>He smiled nervously and looked down, shrugging lightly. <strong>"Just got at the wrong place at the wrong time." </strong>Which was the truth.<br><br>He shut up when Tay told him about growing up here and how people just took you whenever they wanted if they were sex-hungry. For a moment he felt sorry for the boy, knowing that this was just another story in the ghetto - there were many other boys and girls like Tay... which was the reason why Chris disliked all those gangs. They did nothing but hurt people... And he couldn't help but reach out and stroke Tay's hair in a soothing manner, not saying anything, though he quickly pulled his hand away and looked down again.<br><strong><br>"I'm not making cute expressions..." </strong>He said quietly, sighing as he glanced at the door where he had come from. Gosh... This place was freaking him out... The idea of being raped by all those guys here... it really made him feel like crying. He doubted that any of them were going to use a condom and he was more than sure that they were all clean... He didn't want his first time to be a rape leading to him getting some STD... He shivered lightly and looked away, his hand moving to his side once again. Maybe he should have asked Jake to let him take those pills...<br><br>He looked back at Tay and his heart cringed with pain at the sight of the boy curled into a ball. He wish he could promise him that he would protect him, but... really... Chris was most probably not going to be able to protect himself, not to mention other people... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mint</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 00:18:56</strong>
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				It made sense that Chris had come from out of town. Tay had just assumed, but he could be wrong sometimes too. Other than his general skepticism, Tay had no reason to mistrust Chris. In fact, of all the people here, Tay had decided that Chris was the most trustworthy. Not only was Chris cute, but he seemed smart and innocent. He still had a mind of his own, which Tay valued. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"Weren't we all?"</strong></span> Tay murmured when Chris said that he'd just been in the wrong place at the wrong time. If only Tay's mother had been someone else...<br><br>Tay hated being vulnerable. He couldn't stand being at the mercy of other people... but it didn't feel bad to have someone comfort you, either. Comfort was not something that was readily available here, in warehouse 7, so Tay smiled halfly when Chris touched his hair. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"Chris, you aren't like the people here. I could tell that from the moment I saw you."</strong></span> Tay stated, perhaps revealing his real reason for approaching Chris. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"...don't lose yourself here. Just because Richard thinks he owns you, doesn't mean he does. If you lay low, you could probably get out of here...." </strong></span>Tay might help him, too. While Tay had no desire to find himself out in the 'real' world, he didn't want someone like Chris, who could survive on his own, to be locked up in a place like this. <br><br>After a moment, Tay sighed and stood up. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"I am going to the shower."</strong></span> He told Chris. At least they were afforded basic comforts, like food, water, clothing, and a bathroom. Tay didn't want to fall into the trap these comforts created, but he did think they probably had it better than some slaves. From the way Chris looked, Tay thought he could probably use a shower as well, but he didn't say anything and decided that Chris could follow if he so desired. If he didn't... well, a lot of the other whores looked anxious to get the chance to meet Chris. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izu</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 00:41:21</strong>
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				Chris looked at Tay, once again feeling quite confused about this boy. He seemed just so... wise for his age... And he wasn't going to be surprised if Tay knew a whole lot more about life than he did... Chris hadn't had much of a life experience, so he knew only about things he had gotten to know - intrigues, studying, trying to pretend not being who he was, trying to help people, but nothing else really... He didn't know how he would survive on his own if he got out of here. He was quite sure that if he was found here or anywhere else his father was going to kill him somehow...<br><br>He swallowed hard and nodded faintly when he was told that he could get out of here. He doubted it... Actually he knew that he wasn't going to get out of here any time soon... if ever... <strong>"Mh... okay... I'll... go ask where my room is... I'm tired..." </strong>He said quietly as he stood up, looking at Tay once again. <strong>"I guess I'll see you around."</strong> He said softly, looking away at the rest of the whores in the place. They all looked the same to him... <strong>"See you later..."</strong> He nodded at Tay as he stumbled to that guard, asking him about the room. Chris's face had gone much paler than when he first come in the warehouse and there was some sweat breaking on his forehead. He did look exhausted...<br><br>The guard pointed at some door without even looking at Chris, too busy to munch on the donut and laugh at the dumb sitcom. Chris sighed quietly as he stumbled towards the said room, honestly scared to walk in - what if he had to share with tons of other people? But when he walked in he found that there was just one bed in the room and it seemed occupied. He just stared at the bed for a moment before he glanced over his shoulder at the common room. There were some quite muscular whores in there... He didn't even want to think what it was going to be if he shared a room with them... Or if he dared to lay on their bed! He was most probably going to end up beaten up and raped right away...<br><br>The thought was enough to make him stumble to the nearest free corner of the room and slowly slid down to the cold ground. He groaned quietly as his side was starting to hurt even more than earlier (could it be that Jake last push had caused him the rib to crack even more?) and he did feel like he was freezing - that slight fever having not disappeared just yet. He brought his legs to his chest and curled into a shivering ball, once again wondering whether it would have been better if he had just ended up dead...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mint</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 02:25:42</strong>
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				Because of his “condition,” Tay was not permitted to shower alone. The gangsters had wizened up to all of his tricks, and now they were simply always watching him. The constant gaze… Tay thought he would go out of his mind, if he hadn’t already. Why did they care so much about preserving the life of one little whore? Was it just because he was attractive? The water from the shower began to loosen the adhesive on the bandages on his wrists. Twisting his hands around, Tay’s long, spidery fingers plucked them from beneath the rope. It had been a week since the incident and his gashes were healed over relatively well. The cuts were not yet healed, but they wouldn’t break open for no reason. The coarse rope binding Taylor’s wrists weren’t going to make it any easier for them to heal, however. <br><br>Suddenly, Tay felt the guard’s hand on his ass, squeezing. Clenching his teeth, Tay closed his eyes a moment.<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong> “…As long as you wash my back afterward,”</strong></span> he mumbled in his soft, sweet voice. The guard said nothing, merely shoving him forward against the cool, wet tile of the bathroom wall. Tay kept his eyes closed and focused on the water running down his body. <br><br>~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~<br><br>Stumbling into his room, Tay was cursing quietly under his breath. Swear words didn’t sound right on his peaceful voice, but he was in pain. Blood seeped from his wrists, which had been chafed by the rough rope. Gritting his teeth, Tay wrenched his wrists, pulling them against the rope as hard as he could. He froze when he spotted Chris in the corner.<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong> “Ah, Chris… you’ve found my room,” </strong></span>Tay murmured, returning his hands to his lap as though he hadn’t been doing anything wrong. The soft-spoken boy paused and peered at Chris a moment.<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong> “Are you alright?”</strong></span> Of course he wasn’t alright, he was a captive in a whore house… but Chris really looked as though he were in pain. Either that, or perhaps he was having an anxiety attack. <br><br>Slipping to the floor, Tay took a closer look at Chris, who appeared to have broken out in a cold sweat. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“…..Chris…. you should lie down. Were you assigned to this room?</strong></span>” Tay hadn’t mentioned it before, as he was not permitted to be alone in anything else, neither was he permitted to sleep alone. Always, he was forced to share with someone, or a guard if no one else was available. His last full time roommate had ‘mysteriously’ disappeared, so that had left a vacancy.. <br><br>As Taylor stared at the blonde boy, he could only wonder if Chris was filled with despair and hopelessness as he was. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“If you don’t want to go on any longer, I’ll help you,”</strong></span> Tay offered.<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong> “If you sneak me razors from the girl’s shower, I’ll choke you.” </strong></span>Tay continued. Murdering people wasn’t something he wished to do, but he understood Chris’s plight and death was better than losing his humanity to the horrible animals that these gangsters were.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izu</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 15:45:21</strong>
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				Chris looked up weakly when he heard a familiar voice, narrowing his eyes as it was a bit hard to focus his gaze. He recognized Tay and he couldn't help but wonder what the other was doing here. His mind was working awfully slowly and he needed a few moments to realize that it seemed that he was going to share a room with Tay. And he really wasn't sure if it made him feel any more comfortable - a little psycho or a big rapist - he really didn't know which was the 'better' of the two... But he guessed that he was going to be able to handle with Tay's oddness.<br><br><strong>"Mh... yeah... the guard said to come here..."</strong> He said quietly, closing his eyes and tilting his head backwards, letting it rest against the wall. He felt just so exhausted... Why hadn't Jake let him stay in his room? He would have behaved... he would have done anything the other had told him... He was quite scared to be here... He didn't want to end as a whore... He swallowed hard and bit on his bottom lip as he forced himself to open his eyes and look at Tay, trying to concentrate and listen to whatever that crazy kid had to say. <br><br>He only frowned when the younger male offered him to choke him in exchange of some razors. Yeah, Chris was desperate and terrified and he did think every now and then that if he had died it would have been easier, but... he wasn't suicidal. He wasn't going to end his life on his own or ask someone else to do it. And of course - he was never going to help anyone kill themselves. He was studying for a doctor! It was his job to save people's lives! <strong>"I won't... let you kill yourself..." </strong>He whispered, swallowing hard and closing his eyes. If he hadn't been feeling that sick he would have most probably freaked out by the other's offer to kill him - so his roommate was not only suicidal psycho, but also a murderer?...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mint</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 16:17:42</strong>
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				It seemed that Chris was struggling to maintain his consciousness. Tay was concerned, but the other had ignored his offer to lie down and continued to lie on the floor. If, perhaps, he had been strong enough, Taylor would have helped his new roommate into the bed, but, as it was, no one was getting Chris into bed other than Chris himself. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“Ah… are you sure you’re okay..? There is a medical area here.”</strong></span> Sometimes whores needed to go there after a particularly brutal session. It was where Tay had gotten his wrists bandaged and it wasn’t too far. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“A guard could probably carry you if you couldn’t walk.”</strong></span> No one (at least that Tay had known of) had raped Chris recently and a person simply didn’t get this delirious from lack of sleep. <br><br>For the moment, Tay decided to ignore Chris’s remark about not allowing him to kill himself. Honestly, if he tried it right now, he didn’t think Chris would be able to raise a finger to stop him. But… he would refrain. He’d never liked the idea of strangling himself with his bedsheets, anyway. <br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“… Chris,”</strong></span> Tay was concerned. He knelt down at the blonde’s side and touched his shoulder with the tips of his fingers. While Tay personally hated life, if Chris wanted to live, Tay would support him in that decision – and try to help him maintain the status of ‘living’. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“I’m going to call someone…”</strong></span> Tay stated, deciding that it was no longer Chris’s choice. Maybe the blonde was feverish from lack of the proper nutrition or maybe he really was injured. The doctor would find out. <br><br>Going out into the hallway, Taylor hurried over to the guard at the desk and told him about Chris’s condition. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“What the hell have you done now?”</strong></span> The man grumbled, but he radioed the medical wing (well, technically it was just a couple of rooms in a different part of the warehouse staffed by a rogue doctor and a nurse or two). He then motioned to one of the guards milling about to go to the room and grab Chris. They didn’t have stretchers, so carrying Chris was the only option if Chris wasn’t going to walk. <br><br>Returning to the room with burly man in tow, Tay pointed at Chris and the guard approached him. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“You gunna walk?”</strong></span> the large man asked, staring at Chris. He didn’t seem to eager to carry him anywhere unless there was no other option.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izu</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 16:37:21</strong>
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				So there even was a medical area here? Well, this was good... at least the whores' wounds and injuries were taken care of and this was something. He sighed quietly and shook his head, wanting to protest but it was too late - Tay had already gone out of the room to call the guard. Chris had a little time to think about what was going to happen with him when he was taken to the medical area - he was most probably going to end up stripped in order to be examined. Which meant that his clothes mind just end up thrown away. <em>'The pager...'</em> He thought as his hand moved to his jacket's pocket, searching through it until he took out the pager and pushed it inside some hole in the wall - most probably an old mouse's hole, but as there was a spider web over it, he figured that it was safe to leave it there...<br><br>Just on time as Tay returned with a rather huge guy. Chris shook his head and gasped for air before he spoke. <strong>"I'll walk..."</strong> He said as he pushed himself slowly, wincing with pain. He felt dizzy and it was kind of hard to walk straight, but he managed to stumble a few steps, until he found a wall on which he could lean onto and use as support. That guard didn't carry him, but he did go to his side and took a tight grip of his arm, supporting him as well and he was most probably going to hold him up in case Chris's knees gave in.<br><br>A couple of minutes later Chris was led to a bed. He felt how someone took his shoes off, followed by the pants, jacket and shirt, until he remained in nothing but his socks and boxer briefs. The doctor spotted the huge bruise on the side of Chris's chest right away and his fingers applied some pressure against it only to have the blond scream in pain and whimper, while a nurse took his temperature. They worked in silence, but a minute later Chris felt a needle piercing his skin and something being injected in his vein - some antibiotics to kill the fever. The nurse bandaged his chest tightly so that the rib was going to stay in place and wasn't going to hurt so much when he was moving, and then they just washed the scratch on his chin and put a bandaid over it. Once this was all done they pulled a sheet over him and let him rest there for the time being as he had fallen asleep...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mint</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 16:51:36</strong>
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				Tay followed after Chris and the guard, curious to see what was wrong with the other male, and also looking for an opportunity to either make off with drugs or a scalpel or something. However, the doctor and nurse were wise to his tricks and they barred him from entering when they saw him… until the nurse noticed his wrists, which were still trickling blood. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“We’d better bandage those again or he’s&nbsp; going to reopen the wounds and try to bleed to death,”</strong></span> she stated.&nbsp; The doctor sighed and nodded, asking the guard to stay and keep a watch on Tay until they had time to deal with him – it was clear that Chris needed their attention foremost. <br><br>As they removed Chris’s clothing, Tay watched them carefully. He also watched the guard who was staring quite intently at Chris’s thin frame. Scooting back a little in his seat, Tay discreetly pulled open the drawer closest to him. Bandages. Fuck. He moved over a little farther and opened the next one. A stethoscope and one of those devices that measured blood pressure. Double fuck. Tay edged over a little more and the guard spotted him, grabbing him and shoving him back down into his seat.<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong> “Stay still, damn you,”</strong></span> the man growled. <br><br>Sticking out his tongue, Tay spoke up, <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“You really ought to be paying attention to a snake like me. Chris is off-limits anyway. You might not know this, but Jack Richard personally reserved him.”</strong></span> The man shot him a look of pure venom, but said nothing. Tay hmphed and wished his hands weren’t tied together so that he could cross his arms. <br><br>All of a sudden, he heard Chris’s scream of pain and Tay jumped to his feet to see what was the matter. There was a huge, ugly bruise decorating Chris’s side. It looked bad, but the nurse and doctor seemed to know what they were doing. They expertly bandaged Chris and cleaned him up. The nurse also investigated the bandages on Chris’s wrists and decided to disinfect the handcuff wounds again before redoing the bandages. Once that was complete, they took care of Tay and sent him on his way shortly. Chris could stay and rest, but Tay was not permitted into the medical room for a second longer than absolutely necessary. <br><br>Not caring too much, Tay returned to his room. He was finally alone and he would celebrate it… except that the guard knew he wasn’t allowed to be by himself and decided to ‘spend the night’. Tay cursed his bad luck.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izu</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 17:14:08</strong>
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				Chris slept for a few hours, not realizing when the nurse got an IV up his vein, having not been sure whether he had been starving or he was dehydrated or both. However, the IV system was going to make him feel better whenever he woke up. He opened his eyes when it was nearing eight in the evening, looking around confused for a moment. He didn't really remember where he was or how he had gotten here, but he did feel better than earlier - his head wasn't hurting and he was no longer dizzy. He tried to sit up, but a nurse quickly came to his side and pushed him back down.<br><br><strong>"You need rest, don't get up... you have a cracked rib, but it seems that it's close to getting broken, so for the next couple of days you should lay down." </strong>She instructed as she moved to take the thermometer, soon pushing it in Chris's ear to check his temperature. <strong>"Your fever is gone - it seems like you had been dehydrated." </strong>She looked at him, knowing that it wasn't any point in asking when was the last time he had eaten or drunk anything, because she knew that some of the whores were sometimes starved and kept going on never ending session with the clients... Though this blondie here didn't look like any of the whores here...<br><br><strong>"Thanks... I feel much better..." </strong>Chris said quietly as he relaxed down on the hospital's bed, looking around. <strong>"Mh... where is Tay? Didn't he come with me?"</strong> He asked only to get a stern look from the nurse. "He is not allowed to stay in here - he usually ends up stealing our scalpels." The woman replied as she nodded and moved on to some other bed with some other whore that had gotten injured. <br><br>Chris closed his eyes and sighed, slowly dozing off once again, his body trying to catch up on sleep. But just as he started falling asleep he couldn't help but think whether the Crypts' leader was going to take him away from here any time soon...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mint</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 17:37:52</strong>
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				It had taken all afternoon and gone into the evening, but Jake had just had a successful meeting with his advisors about their budget for the five million. Their monthly expenses averaged $25,000 dollars. Most of that money was for taxes and utilities for their estate. Jake legally owned four of the warehouses in this area. For each one, there were taxes and bills for electricity, water, and internet. At least the television, which was analog, was free. On top of that, Jake had at least a hundred boys, maybe closer to a hundred and fifty. Including the whores, maybe one seventy five. All of those mouths had to be fed, they all had to be kept clothed, and they all had to have places to stay and furniture and things like that. It all added up and it was incredibly complex to think about – which was the reason why Jake had financial advisors in the first place. <br><br>They suggested that Jake split the money, half and half. Half to save for future bills and expenses, half to use on weaponry and whatever else he desired at the moment. Just as he had to supply many of his men with food, he had to outfit them with weapons. Weapons were not as cheap as food. Jake hated talking money, so he wasn’t in too great of a mood as he clomped back to his room heavy footedly. He checked the pager, but of course he hadn’t been paged. <br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><br>“I really thought Chris would be bugging me more than this,”</strong></span> Jake murmured to himself. Of course Chris didn’t need him and there was no reason for the other male to be attached to him, but Jake had kind of thought Chris wouldn’t be able to go more than a few hours without him. Sighing, Jake flopped onto his bed. His hat fell off onto the floor but he didn’t bother to retrieve it. Instead, he swiped the bandana away from his head and messed up his hair with his other hand. <br><br>What he really wanted to do was leave Chris alone until Chris paged him, but that could take a long time (perhaps it was Chris’s pride which had stopped him from paging earlier..?) and Jake wanted to set their plan into motion tomorrow So, after awhile, Jake fell asleep, with plans to go and retrieve Chris early the next day. <br><br>~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~<br><br>In the morning, Jake woke early once again, around seven. He hopped out of bed, got cleaned up (including a shave!), dressed, ate, and decided by this time it was late enough to pay Chris a visit. So, around nine o’clock, Jake made his way through the underground tunnels until he arrived at warehouse 7, where he proceeded to the desk to ask about Chris. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izu</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 17:52:41</strong>
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				At nine o'clock the guard was too busy eating the donuts he had bought earlier this morning. He was sucking on the cream of one of the donuts when he saw Jake approaching, quickly choking and coughing. <strong>"Boss... er... that blondie you brought yesterday?"</strong> He asked with his fat voice, looking around and scratching the back of his greasy head. <strong>"Er... I think he was taken to the med wing - he wasn't feeling well or something... he should still be there."</strong> He shrugged, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he sat down again, taking that donut and concentrating on it.<br><br>Chris was indeed still in the infirmary, laying on the bed and looking up at the ceiling. He had slept well through out the entire night and had woken up hardly twenty minutes ago. He kept thinking about his situation, feeling trapped and scared. He didn't know what to do from now on or what was going to happen with him. He had thought that Jake would keep him close to himself, but here he was now locked with all the other whores. He couldn't help but wonder whether the Crypts' leader had really meant it when he had said that he was going to go against Carson and stop him from destroying the neighborhood... Maybe the money had blinded him already... Five million dollars could do this to anyone...<br><br>He was feeling a bit cold in only the boxer briefs and the sheet, but he couldn't see his clothes anywhere around, so it was kind of pointless asking for them or trying to put them on. But he did feel relieved that he had managed to hide the pager or it would have ended up thrown away or found if it had remained in his pocket. He sighed and lifted a hand to rub his eyes, not really thinking about anything anymore... Was there any point?...<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mint</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 18:11:56</strong>
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				Jake looked perplexed when he was told that Chris was in the medical area. His first thought was that it had something to do with Chris’s rib, but he was also suspicious that someone had lain hands on him. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“Let me say this one last time – no one touches Chris. Not only is he mine, but he has a broken rib.” </strong></span>Technically, it was cracked, but what was the difference? <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“Even if it wasn’t you who did it, I’ll hold you responsible if he gets hurt by anyone here… and believe me, you don’t want to know what I’ll do to you.”</strong></span> Jake wasn’t sure if he cared about Chris all that much, but he knew he had to sound serious to make sure no one touched him. Even though Jake wouldn’t actually execute someone for touching the blonde, he wanted to avoid it if at all possible. <br><br>Frowning, Jake stalked off to the medical center. He pushed the door open and paused when he saw Chris laid out on a cot and wrapped in little but a sheet. An IV was attached to him and well… he was in a ‘hospital’ but he looked a lot better than before. Smiling a little, Jake made his way to Chris’s side and touched his arm.<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong> “So, you finally gave in and went to see the doctor, huh?” </strong></span>Jake teased lightly. He drew back the sheet with one finger to peek at Chris’s wound, but it was wrapped with a bandage. That was probably for the best. <br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“I hope you’re feeling better, because we have a lot to do today. Get up and get dressed if you can, then we can get you some food,”</strong></span> Jake stated, glancing at the nurse as she hurried over and examined Chris’s IV. If the blond was leaving, she would remove it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izu</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 18:46:50</strong>
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				Chris opened his eyes surprised to see Jake standing in front of him. He just stared at the man, unable to stop the thought just how handsome he was when he was smiling. He swallowed hard and pursed his lips, feeling how his blood started boiling in his veins. He wanted to just jump and punch Jake, but he knew that he wasn't going to be able to do so, despite Jake absolutely deserving it with the way the poor whores in here were treated... Some of them were children! <br><br>He clenched his teeth, trying to just push this matter away for now - at least until he was healthy once again.<strong> "Yeah... after I was ditched here I got quite sick."</strong> He said as he kept glaring at Jake, though one had to admit - Chris looked absolutely gorgeous when he was glaring. He sat up a little, looking at the nurse who came to his side. He didn't wait for her to take the IV out of his vein - he pulled it out on his own, doing it skilfully without hurting himself. <strong>"I don't know where my clothes are."</strong> He said as he sat up, one hand holding his side, the other supporting him on the bed as he let his feet to the ground.<br><br><strong>"Ah, we threw them away - they were dirty and spoiled with blood and a bit torn."</strong> The nurse said as she put a bandaid over Chris's vein. He had torn his pants when he had been pushed on the ground. Chris looked at the older woman for a moment before looking back at Jake. He couldn't walk around in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs and socks, could he??
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mint</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 19:01:23</strong>
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				Well, even if Chris was in the hospital, he hadn’t lost his fiery charm. Smirking, Jake raised one hand, trailing his fingers over Chris’s cheek before he pulled his head forward. Leaning forward, Jake brought his face close to Chris’s. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“I didn’t ditch you at all.”</strong></span> He murmured. Even though he had put Chris up here, he had left him with a pager. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“Do you expect to be by my side at all hours? Are you that attached to me…?”</strong></span> Jake was teasing Chris, but his voice wasn’t mocking, it was silky and suave, almost more flirtatious than sarcastic, despite the derisive leer plastered on his face, displaying his unnaturally white teeth, which stood out prominently against his heavily tanned skin. <br><br>Chuckling, Jake released Chris’s face and straightened himself back to his full stature. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“I don’t mind you being half-nude, but you should probably get something to wear if we’re going out. Come on, I’ll take you to the storeroom…”</strong></span> Unfortunately for Chris, the storeroom wasn’t in this warehouse, so he was&nbsp; going to have to talk half naked until they arrived there. It was in the basement of warehouse 3, which was also where the mess hall was. After they got some clothes for Chris, they could grab him some food. <br><br>Jake ran a hand through his hair, which was slicked back and slightly spiked, today instead of being covered by a hat. After doing so, however, he grimaced and drew his hand back. The gel wasn’t all the way dry yet. Frowning at his sticky hand, Jake shuffled over to the sink to wash it off. Wiping it dry on his pants, the gang leader returned to Chris’s side. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“Come on, it’s already 9:30.” </strong></span><br><br>Nodding to the nurse, Jake walked over to the door and out into the hallway. From there, he took Chris past the guard to the stairs and began to wander with him through the underground tunnels, which were downright frigid at this time of day. Jake smirked and glanced over at Chris as he drew his leather jacket a bit closer around himself. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“Cold?”</strong></span> he taunted. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izu</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 19:18:04</strong>
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				Chris tensed up when Jake leaned closer, keeping his breath in and staring at the man. He wasn't going to give him the pleasure of getting into a fight with him. He only grimaced at the other's question if he had gotten that attached to him already and this grimace was more than enough to tell Jake that Chris was anything but attached to him. The blond knew that he should keep his mouth shut or he might end up shocked or raped or both... And he didn't want to feel electricity running through his body or a disgusting gangster's dick taking his virginity...<br><br>He finally got off the bed, exhaling sharply as his side was still hurting slightly. He bit on the inside of his bottom lip as he followed Jake out of the infirmary, looking around. He wanted to see Tay, but... he didn't saw the kid anywhere. Though he did see everyone seeing him walking almost nude. His pale skin quickly turned pink in embarrassment as he hurried to catch up with Jake, not really sure where he was being taken. He just hoped that it was going to be somewhere near...<br><br>Only that his hopes were not replied... They walked down the stairs into those endless dark corridors, so cold that his skin went icy in a matter of seconds, his nails and lips turning blue. And even if he didn't want it to happen - his nipples became small hard buds. He shivered as he walked near Jake, grimacing at him for wearing a jacket and letting him walk through this cold almost naked.<strong> "No."</strong> He snapped at him when he was asked if he was cold, though it was more than obvious that he was freezing - his chin was shivering and his entire body was tensed up. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mint</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 19:35:57</strong>
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				Jake was a bit disappointed that Chris didn’t have more to say in response to his teasing, but the boy’s tight-lipped expression was reward enough. Perhaps someday Chris would be more responsive. He couldn’t blame the boy for hating him and wanting to say nothing to him, though. <br><br>In the tunnel, Chris kept up his stubborn attitude. If he had asked Jake for his coat, the gangster might have shared. As it was, Chris snapped at him and Jake felt like prolonging his suffering. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“Fine then.”</strong></span> Jake had no reason to be nice to someone who didn’t want it. <br><br>Leading Chris along, Jake paused before the corner leading to a large room, which was the basement of warehouse 3. There were some stairs to the right and, ahead of them, were more guards. Beyond those guards, however, was a certifiable ‘warehouse’ full of goods. There were crates of non-perishable food, clothes, toothbrushes, pills. Nearly everything that the gang could want was to be located down here. Before Chris could exit the tunnel into this room, however, Jake pressed him back against the wall. His hands went around the back of Chris’s neck and, before the boy could probably tell what was going on, the collar slipped down, loose, and Jake drew it away. He spoke while he stuffed it into one of his deep pockets. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“You’d better behave yourself… but for obvious reasons, I can’t leave it on you when we leave here.”</strong></span> Not only would it draw attention, but it was designed not to let the wearer get farther than a certain distance from the complex. He had no other option but to trust Chris in this situation, or at least trust that he could keep Chris under his control without the aid of restraints. <br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“If you don’t want the guards to see you… you can stay back here, but I promise you, if you run… I won’t have any mercy once I catch you.”</strong></span> Jake whispered softly, before he turned and strode into the large storeroom. He began to talk to the guard managing the desk there and then waited while the man disappeared into the back to find some clothes. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izu</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 19:51:29</strong>
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				Chris kept pouting and grimacing as they continued walking, thinking just what a cruel man Jake was for leaving him walk around so naked in this coldness. He had been sick just a few hours ago! He had had fever! He had almost collapsed! And Jake wasn't caring at all... Not that he expected that gangster to know how to care about anything but himself... the least about his prisoners! He sighed quietly, wrapping his arms around himself, though not really being able to do so very successfully as one of his arms still had limited movements due to his injured side.<br><strong><br>"Agh!"</strong> He gasped when he was pressed against the wall, tensing up and looking horrified for a moment as Jake's hands went around his neck. Chris went even paler if this was possible, obviously thinking that for some reason Jake had decided to strangle him... But when he saw the other man taking the collar off, Chris simply remained speechless, staring at the gang leader with wide opened surprised green eyes.<br><br>He swallowed hard, breathing in and out deeply when Jake told him the could wait here if he didn't want the guards to see him, feeling once again extremely confused by the other man's actions. Jake's actions and words were either surprisingly sweet and kind or extremely cruel and cold... And for a moment Chris wondered whether Jake wasn't some bipolar guy... He gulped and slowly nodded, biting on his bottom lip before he spoke with a choked voice. <strong>"I... I'll wait here... I won't run..."</strong> Not that he could even if he wanted to - he was almost naked, wearing only socks... it wasn't like he was going to be able to run out of this place if he managed to find his way out of those basements at all...<br><br>He exhaled heavily when Jake headed to the storeroom on his own, looking after him for a moment. His heart was pounding heavily against his chest for some reason... <strong>"Gh..."</strong> He shivered as he pushed himself from the cold wall, wrapping his arms around himself once again in an attempt to warm up at least a little bit as he waited for Jake to return...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mint</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 20:09:01</strong>
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				While he waited, Jake had his arms crossed and he drummed his fingers on his elbow. After a little while, the desk worker had returned with a small selection of clothes – Jake being who he was got choices. He grabbed a red hoodie, black tank top, black pants similar to his own, and a pair of black and red checked boxers. He nearly forgot, but then he grabbed a pair of socks and told the man to go and get a pair of shoes… except he didn’t know what size Chris’s feet were. How big had they been..? Jake didn’t normally stare at people’s feet. He had no idea. Chris was fairly thin and small, but he was still a man and there was no way to know how large a man’s feet could be. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“Size nine and a half.”</strong></span> Jake decided. Chris’s feet probably weren’t smaller than 7 at the least and they were unlikely to be larger than 11 or 12, so this seemed like a good compromise. Then again, if Chris’s feet were ten and a half or eleven, they wouldn’t be fitting into any nine and a halfs. <br><br>The guard took the clothes to the back and returned with a pair of skater shoes. These clothes were all very nice. Chris might not have noticed yet, but none of those whores had been wearing red and black. Most of them had been clothed in drab shades of blue, green, or gray. <br><br>Once he had everything gathered, Jake thanked the man, passed him a $20 tip, and returned to Chris’s side. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“Hope everything fits you,”</strong></span> he mumbled gruffly, looking to the side. He wasn’t sure where Chris wanted to change, but he probably wasn’t going to do it here. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“There’s ah… a bathroom upstairs.”</strong></span> Jake said, motioning to the stairs. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“Unless you want to change here.”</strong></span> It wasn’t like Chris necessarily had to get naked, if he didn’t want to, either. Jake had gotten him new underwear because he’d been in his old ones for a day now, but there was no one requiring him to take them off. <br><br>Sighing, Jake scratched his head, then cursed when he remembered the gel. It was hardened by this time, but he still didn’t need to mess it up. Forcing his hand back to his side, the gang leader watched Chris. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izu</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 20:26:36</strong>
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				Jake might have been away for five or ten minutes max, but to Chris it felt like hours. He had never thought that he could be that cold. But he guessed that in those underground corridors it was always cold, even in the hottest summer days, but it was already fall... and he really didn't want to imagine just how cold it got in the winter. These thoughts only made him shiver more, his skin already feeling a bit numb to the cold. Yeah, he was quite sensitive and gentle... which rich kid wasn't??<br><br>He swallowed hard when Jake returned, shaking his head when he was offered to go upstairs to get dressed in the bathroom. <strong>"N..n..no.." </strong>He stuttered out as he reached out for the tank top, quickly pulling it on. He started pulling the clothes one after the other in a rather hurried manner, being so cold that he didn't even feel the pain in his side at his quick motions. He only stopped for a moment when he took a hold of the boxers, having already slipped into the pants it was too late to consider changing his underwear now. He looked at Jake and swallowed hard as he asked quietly. <strong>"Can I keep those for later? I... can I take a shower later?" </strong>He asked, pushing the boxers in his pants' pocket so that he would be able to pull on the clean socks and to put on the shoes.<br><br>The shoes actually turned a bit big on him as he was a nine, but he didn't mind... they were comfortable. He looked down once he was fully dressed, all clothes but the tank top were a bit big on him. The pants were hanging dangerously low on his hips, the hoodie was wide, making his face look even smaller and more gentler than it was. He actually looked damn hot in black and red, despite the clothes being a size or two bigger. <strong>"Thanks..."</strong> He mumbled quietly, his hands pushing in the deep warm pocket of the hoodie. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mint</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 20:42:30</strong>
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				Jake watched as Chris hurriedly dressed in front of him. Despite being so stubborn, the cold must have really been affecting him. Jake thought he was adorable. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"Of course. The showers in warehouse 7 are available for use at any time."</strong></span> Jake murmured, bringing up the name of Chris's new 'home' once more. He knew Chris didn't like living there, but what else could Jake do? He couldn't take Chris everywhere with him (nor would he want to constantly be chained to the other male) and it would be incredibly boring for Chris to be locked up in Jake's room, alone, all the time. At least with the whores, Chris could socialize, get regular meals and hot showers, and have some form of entertainment. Jake had taken measures to make sure that Chris would be protected while he was there. <br><br>Smirking at Chris, Jake examined his body. He was sexy in those clothes. Strange how seeing Chris in his gang colors, looking kind of sheepish and cold, was sexier than seeing him struggling half naked through the tunnels, freezing his ass off. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"Come on, are you hungry? Let's get some food and then get out of here."</strong></span> All this stuff was eating up their time, and Jake really wanted to make head way on their master plan. <br><br>As he tromped up the stairs with Chris in tow, Jake couldn't keep his eyes off of the other male. It was so stupid, but he felt like he kind of sort of had a soft spot for Chris. He hated himself for it, but if he hadn't had one, then why did he still wonder whether Chris cared what his real name was? Why had he been waiting last night and that morning to be paged. It was so stupid he wanted to yell but he couldn't help it. Maybe all he really wanted was to fuck Chris. Well... a little later on that night, he could indulge and see if that fixed things. <br><br>When they arrived at the cafeteria, it was in between meal times, being about 10:15, but there were always snacks available, such as fruit, chips, and gummies. There wasn't any candy, though. Stuff like that, the gangsters could buy with their own hard-earned cash and the whores sure didn't need it. There was also a cooler with drinks. There was mostly water, but also some soda, if Chris wanted it. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"Just help yourself. Right now you look like one of the boys so now one will say anything."</strong></span> Jake pointed out. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izu</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 21:04:35</strong>
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				Chris cringed when the other mentioned the whores' warehouse. He didn't want to shower there... He didn't want to go back there... He felt like crying just thinking about it, but he said nothing. Only his hands curled into fists in his pockets out of frustration. He knew that there was nothing he could do about it... or at least he could think of nothing. He swallowed hard and looked down, quietly moving the boxers to one of the deep pockets on the side of his pants' leg, so that it wasn't all that visible that he had something in the pocket as it was baggy anyways. At least he hoped that he was going to be allowed to keep the clothes once they got back from wherever they were going...<br><br>He followed Jake down the corridors, this time feeling much more comfortable. When they got in the common room of warehouse 3, he looked around, noticing that there weren't all that many people around here at this time of the day. He guessed that most guys were either out doing whatever gangsters did during the day or they were somewhere lazing around. He bit on his bottom lip as he listened to Jake when the man told him he could eat whatever he wanted without worrying. He nodded and hurried to pick an apple and a bag with chips, quickly opening the chips and starting stuffing it in his mouth. IV or no IV his stomach was empty so he was starving. It wasn't long before he finished the chips and moved onto eating the apple.<br><br>He kept glancing at Jake every few moments, finally finishing the apple as well and throwing everything away in a trashcan. He took a bottle of water and sipped from it, groaning with content as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. <strong>"Mh... so... where are we going?"</strong> He asked, not really sure if Jake already had any plan. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mint</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 21:24:51</strong>
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				Chris could say what he wanted about this place, but he looked pretty satisfied and satiated at the moment. Smiling a bit to himself, Jake thought that Chris probably belonged here. Well, he could see Chris belonging in the ER, treating patients as well. And it would be more meaningful for Chris (and the rest of the world), if the boy was permitted to be out there, doing his thing, instead of locked up in here, forced to do what Jake wanted. Well, Jake wouldn’t convince himself into feeling guilty. He was a hardened criminal. And besides, if Chris went out into the real world, he would just be hunted down and killed by his father – another reason Jake loathed Carson so intensely. What father did that? <br><br>Part of the reason he felt that way was probably because of his upbringing, but Jake felt as though it should be instinct to care unconditionally for your children and provide them with everything (while still making things a bit of a challenge so the child could learn how to take care of themselves and work hard). The same went for brothers and sisters. They were all supposed to work as a team while still putting each other to the test. Jake and his siblings had forgotten that lately… <br><br>Lost in his own world of thought, Jake pretty much ignored Chris while the boy ate. And he didn’t eat a lot. It wasn’t a meal time, but it had been forever since Chris had had food. Jake was almost surprised that the boy didn’t want more. Well, at least he wasn’t greedy. <br><br>Finally, Chris came back to him and asked where they were going that day. Jake stared at him as though that was the stupidest question in the world. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“You tell me. We have to get those documents you hid… right? I don’t know where they are.” </strong></span>Jake had a car and a license, but he still needed a destination. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“In fact, Chris, you are pretty much the mastermind behind this plan. From here on out, think of me as your chauffer,”</strong></span> Jake murmured silkily, smirking up at the blonde and wondering what he would say. The tables hadn’t been turned, but Jake would be following Chris’s direction for the most part, at least in this stage of the game. Chris was the brains here, Jake was the brawn. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izu</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 21:36:53</strong>
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				Chris simply stared at Jake like he couldn't believe his ears. He blinked a couple of times and looked around before he finally spoke, feeling how his heart was starting to beat even faster than earlier. <strong>"What?"</strong> He mumbled, swallowing hard. Had Jake really thought that it would be that easy - going to take the documents and ta-daa everything is over?? He shook his head weakly, gasping for air as he took a step backwards, obviously not really wanting to be in an arm-reach from Jake.<br><br><strong>"We... can't just go and take the documents... I hid them in my father's mansion and he is in this mansion... there are guards and alarm system and everything..." </strong>He mumbled, gasping for air. He knew that Jake would think he was a moron, but it was actually quite brilliant - he had been just thirteen when he stole the documents, but he had figured out that his father would assume that some of his men stole them and ran away with them and that he would never think about searching his own house. That was why he had hidden them there. After all which thief hid the stolen goods at the crime scene?...<br><strong><br>"We'll need to wait for the perfect moment... my step-mother is there already... with my newly born brother, so there will be even more guards now... we won't be able to do it in a day or two... we'll have to wait, watch and choose the perfect opportunity to go in there when there is no one there..." </strong>He spoke, breathing heavily. Did Jake really think that it would be that easy? It might take them a few months, a year even... His father wasn't some lil gangster who could be defeated with just a slap...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mint</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 22:01:44</strong>
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				Well… Chris’s expression told Jake that he was, in fact, the stupid one here. At least he’d never claimed to be a genius. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“Say what..? Dammit….”</strong></span> Jake ruffled his hand through his hair, not caring that the locks were stiff with styler. Honestly, he had been expecting it to be as easy as all that. But… particularly if Chris suspected his father of having heightened security, they couldn’t just go busting into the place at the moment. They had to keep their wits about them and wait it out. Except for one thing – Jake fucking hated waiting. <br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“Well, what else can we do? If we have to storm the mansion, we just should. I don’t care.”</strong></span> He had a lot of guys and he could probably convince Muletta Ricci and the Crimson Hearts to join him. The Strikers.. they were fucking rich, egotistic assholes, but the Hearts, Jake liked. Since the Hearts’ territoy (while not quite as run down as the west side) was in the relative same economic state as Jake’s territory, they didn’t have as much rivalry with each other. The east side thought they ran things, since that was where the docks were. Lorenzo de Luca was the name of the leader over there and he had quite the profitable drug smuggling business. He had come out with more cash than he knew what to do with and alone, neither the Hearts nor the Crypts could stand up to his gang. <br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“Do you think your father’s defenses could hold off all of the Crypts and even the Crimson Hearts if I got them on our side?”</strong></span> Jake wondered. Maybe assault was the way to go here. If he played the waiting game with Carson, the rich guy would only get richer, and Jake would only get poorer.&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“Otherwise, uh, I guess we could try a covert mission to sneak in and steal the documents back?”</strong></span> They could always have all the forces assembled and then have plan A be sneak in and plan B be total uprising.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izu</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 22:12:19</strong>
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				Chris took another step backwards, staring at Jake as the other processed the newly given information. The blond was pretty much freaking out on the inside, afraid that Jake might just take it all out on him and beat him up if he got too angry. He bit on his bottom lip and weakly shook his head.<strong> "No... attacking would be... the worst thing we can do... we'll most probably die because all his men are ex marines, he has men among the cops so they will help him too... and if we do this... it will be even a bigger excuse as to why to destroy this place... he will make everyone believe that everyone in this neighborhood is a murderer and he will have everyone on his side... and then there will be no stopping."</strong> He gulped and looked down sighing heavily.<br><br><strong>"All we can do is wait... maybe get a guy or two to find jobs near the mansion to keep it under eye... we have to wait when he and his wife and their baby are not there so that the guards will be a lot less...and then we should sneak in..."</strong> Though even sneaking in would be damn hard to do. He bit on his bottom lip, looking down as if he hesitated whether to say what was on his mind. <strong>"I'd rather start by uniting this neighborhood... I bet that the poor people around here are afraid of the Crypts and all the other gangs... if you help them... they will be on your side..."</strong><br><br>He glanced at Jake for a moment but looked away quickly.<strong> "And I'd stop forcing people to become whores... If you want to destroy my father you will have to become like Robin Hood." </strong>Chris looked at Jake, chewing on the inside of his cheek, wondering whether the other had ever heard about Robin Hood - he really didn't know just how educated Jake was and what kind of life he had had until now - had he read books, had he watched movies and animations... he had no idea...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mint</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 22:50:23</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“You know, your backing away is fucking annoying. Do you think I’m going to jump up and attack you?” </strong></span>Jake growled, getting to his feet and grabbing Chris. It was irritating that no matter what he did for Chris, the stupid rich kid continued to live in terror of him. And, while Jake didn’t really mind people living in terror of him, Chris didn’t need to be so obvious about it. Jake’s fingers dug into Chris’s arms and he wanted to throw him to the ground or do something, but his awareness of Chris’s hurt rib prevented him. So, he released Chris and kicked over a chair instead. <br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“Ex marines aren’t bullet proof,”</strong></span> Jake complained sullenly, sighing and messing with the cuff of his motorcycle jacket restlessly. But fine, whatever, if that was how Chris wanted to play things, Jake would just sit back and take it. Who was the leader here, anyway? God, this was infuriating, but Jake just didn’t know what else he could do. <br><br>Flopping into a different chair, Jake was the epitome of sullen and upset.<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong> “Fine Chris. We’ll play it your way, but I don’t want to deal with all of this waiting. Until we have the documents, you’re in charge of this mission.” </strong></span>Jake stated, frowning and looking off to the side. Chris could command the guys who were going to infiltrate his dad’s house. Jake would just leave him to it. <br><br>Uniting the neighborhood? Chris wouldn’t let this idea of unity and teamwork die, would he? <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>“I can see if you don’t want me to have whores, but other than that, I practically already am Robin Hood. No, I don’t steal from the rich and give to the poor, nor do I wear tights, but I do provide these men with everything. Haven’t you noticed that yet? What more can I do? There’s no way I can single-handedly support this neighborhood, but I do let anyone into the Crypts who wants in and then I take care of them in exchange for their loyalty. I do steal from those around here, but if I start hitting up the rich people, the cops are going to track me down. Robin Hood was committing his crimes hundreds of years ago, when there wasn’t DNA testing and security cameras.”</strong></span> Jake complained. Becoming a hero wouldn’t be that bad – Jake would kind of enjoy the whole ‘savior’ feeling, but it wasn’t plausible. What Chris was asking for was downright impossible. And Jake was going to stubbornly let him know that. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izu</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 23:00:16</strong>
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				Chris cried out when Jake suddenly rushed at him as if he was about to throw him on the floor and kill him or something like this. He whimpered out and tensed up when the other grabbed his arms, closing his eyes, and looking rather miserable for a moment. Of course he was going to be terrified! Jake kidnapped him, was on the verge of killing him, put an electric shocking collar on him, closed him in a place with whores... How wouldn't he be be terrified? <br><br>He looked away, biting on his bottom lip as he tried to calm down, his hands curled into fists. <strong>"I'm sorry..." </strong>He mumbled, wincing when the chair was kicked. It was more than obvious that his nerves were extremely tensed. What Jake couldn't see was that Chris was actually going through a lot right now - facing his father, knowing that the man wanted his head, being here, losing all his hopes and dreams, being afraid to be killed and raped... Any guy in his place would have acted like he did... He wasn't strong... he was just trying his best to not break down...<br><br>And gulped and nodded slowly when he was told that he could take care of the mission, not really sure if he was going to be able to, but he was going to try. He looked up only when Jake ranted about how it was impossible to become Robin Hood. Chris nodded faintly and sighed as he looked at the floor. <strong>"Why have you forced some kids to be whores?"</strong> He asked quietly, obviously talking about Tay as the boy was probably the youngest in warehouse 7.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mint</strong> on <strong>30-07-2010, 05:33:02</strong>
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				Jake was completely horrible at empathizing with others. He knew Chris was going through a lot and that the broken rib was one of the least of Chris's worries, but he still thought Chris should man up. Well... it would be inhuman for someone in Chris's situation not to be affected, but Jake felt as though if he were in the same position, he would just be raging and angry. He wouldn't submit quietly. Dammit, if Chris was raging and offensive, Jake would have no qualms about beating him up and fucking him hard. As it was, Chris's hurt nature made him feel guilty. That probably meant it was working, no matter how much Jake didn't want to admit it. <br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"The more you apologize, the less of a man you are," </strong></span>Jake grumbled to the floor, which was currently receiving the brunt of his glare. Jake couldn't take his anger out on Chris, so he had little else he could do about it. Plus.... in the back of his mind, Jake felt like Chris had hopes for him. Suggesting that he become like Robin Hood meant Chris could stand to picture Jake as a hero instead of a villain. Jake wasn't sure if that was possible for him to do... but it was a nice ideal to think about. Maybe Jake was so upset because he knew he couldn't live up to it. <br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"Kids?"</strong></span> Jake blinked, staring at Chris. He assumed by 'kids', Chris meant twelve year olds or something. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"Look, I don't know anything about that. I may be the leader of the gang, but I don't have time to decide everything personally. The guys just go out and if they see someone they like, they bring them in. Hand picking every whore would be about as tedious as me deciding what we should all eat for dinner every night."</strong></span> Jake pointed out. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"I walk through warehouse 7 now and then, but I haven't seen anyone who looks all that young. Maybe high teens at the youngest... We have a few workers who are children, but we give them tasks like storage or kitchen duty, not whores."</strong></span> The gang leader really did look troubled to hear this news. While he wasn't the most just person out there, he did believe in the basic sanctity of things, such as religion and not having sex with children or relatives. <br><br>As he sat there, Jake couldn't shake the idea of trying to do something, give back something, for the neighborhood. But it was hard. Nearly everyone in the ghetto embraced violence and lawlessness. There were drug addicts through the roof and few of the people had the ambition to work a full-time job anywhere other than McDonald's. This was a problem that politics had been trying to solves for eons, but they had failed as well. Was it possible for Jake to become a one-man miracle worker...? He did have lots of money, but just handing out money wouldn't fix things. He'd have to find a way to employ the people around here and not only that, but make them want to work. .... Not an easy task, but... well.... Chris was business management material.<br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"Say, this is off topic but, if you were to start up your own company, what would you do? What would you sell or produce?"</strong></span> Jake murmured thoughtfully. He had no idea that one of Chris's main sources of issue with his father had come from Chris <em>not</em> wanting to run a business, but this was the only thing he could think of that might have a chance of helping. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izu</strong> on <strong>30-07-2010, 18:29:31</strong>
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				Chris blinked, looking surprised at Jake's reaction when the other told him that he knew nothing about kids working as whores. He wondered if it was possible something like this to stay unnoticed... He frowned lightly and nodded at the direction of the door from where they had come.<strong> "In warehouse 7 I met this guy... Tay... Taylor... He is no older than eighteen and he said that he's been there for a few years now and it seemed like his sister was there too and they haven't be any older than thirteen or so when they were brought here."</strong> He bit on his bottom lip, wondering for a moment whether to add that he wasn't all that sure just how sane Tay had been. <strong>"Are those whores here on their free choice? Or you kidnapped them and forced them to become whores?</strong>" He asked, knowing that a lot of the poorer people who had no other ways to earn money&nbsp; often ended up on the streets as prostitutes.<strong> "Are they paid anything?" </strong><br><br>He was just going to continue with the topic, but he saw that Jake went silent for a moment. It seemed that the other was thinking about something else.<strong> "Eh?"</strong> He looked quite surprised once again at the other's question about what type of business he would start if he had to. Chris folded his arms over his chest as he stepped back some more to sit on the edge of the table as he shushed down in silence, thinking about the other's question. True... the business world was something he had been trying to escape his entire life, but this didn't mean that he didn't know about those things...<br><br><strong>"Depends... if you want to use it as a way to defeat my father and earn people's trust... Maybe something like a really cheap grocery store... there are such stores in other cities... You buy everything extremely cheap, not paying high taxes and you can even get sponsored by the government, and people pay like... ten dollars for food enough for a week."</strong> He bit on his bottom lip and shrugged lightly. <strong>"This way you will earn the people's trust, and you will draw the attention of the government to this neighborhood and my father won't dare to go against the entire government.</strong>" He nodded, passing with fingers through his hair. <strong>"Mm... if you want to just go for the money... computer and constructing companies are some of the most profitable..."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mint</strong> on <strong>30-07-2010, 19:06:20</strong>
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				Jake groaned when he heard Tay's name. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"Yeah... I know him, alright. Kid who's always trying to kill himself, right?..." </strong></span>Jake remembered Taylor and his sister, Taliea. Talia had been dead for a while now, but Taylor was still kicking... even if he had been trying to join her in death for a long time. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"Some people do come here when they are younger, but like I said before, the kids aren't made into whores. Taylor and Taliea originally worked in the kitchen. Taliea actually loved it here. You see, at home, their mother was a drug addict and they didn't have a father. Taliea fell in love with her mentors in the kitchen. She was doing pretty well, too, but Taylor never adapted. Some things happened and well... Taylor ended up in warehouse 7 for his own protection. I don't know when he became a whore or how that happened, but he was at least sixteen by the time he was taken to warehouse 7... if that makes you feel any better,"</strong></span> Jake said, sighing and crossing his arms over his chest. Taylor was certifiably loopy, but Jake couldn't just release him, either. Taylor wasn't trying to kill himself because he wanted to be out of warehouse 7, he was doing it because he didn't want to live for anything, even the outside world. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"Just... be careful around him, Chris. He's dangerous." <br></strong></span><br>Chris seemed to have a never ending supply of questions about the whores and Jake groaned to himself, leaning forward and resting his elbows on the table in front of him. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"The whores are not free to leave. Most of them were not kidnapped, I think, but some of them were. They aren't paid, but neither are my boys. Everyone here receives the same thing from me - food, drink, clothes, and a place to stay."</strong></span> Jake supposed he could give the whores free leave, but his men wouldn't be too happy about it. Even so, a lot of the whores would probably stay, since they were so used to being whores. Especially if they were paid in exchange...<br><br>While Chris spoke about business ideas, Jake was quiet. He listened intently and then once Chris had said his piece, Jake remained thoughtful. The man tapped his angled chin with one finger as he stared off to the side. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"The point of opening a business wouldn't be to make money. Ultimately, it would be to provide the community with jobs. However, in order to supply lots of decent paying jobs, it would need to pull in quite a bit of cash." </strong></span>Jake felt like the only idea for this plan to work and for him to become a 'good guy' he needed to do a complete overhaul of the neighborhood. Perhaps opening a discount grocery store could help, but they'd have to open other businesses as well, to try and get people around here employed and making money. <br><br>It would be a lot of work, though. And Jake was (mostly) your garden variety criminal.... what did he care? Alright, he couldn't deny that he cared a little, but did he care enough to put in so much work? And did the gang care enough about him to remain loyal once he began trying to change their lifestyle? A lot of them enjoyed being criminals and if he tried to make them stop, they might simply put a bullet in his brain, take his money, and continue on without him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izu</strong> on <strong>30-07-2010, 21:00:53</strong>
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				Chris looked at Jake, not really sure whether to believe him about the kids not being forced to become whores or about the whole story about Tay. The youth had seemed quite crazy and suicidal, but he didn't think that Tay was dangerous. To himself - yeah, but he didn't see why he should be careful around him... Tay had been nice to him and he had helped him. Plus they were going to be roommates if Jake made him to go back to warehouse 7. However, he didn't say anything about being assigned to Tay's room - he assumed that Jake knew it, though if he knew it and at the same time warned him to be careful around Tay... well, this was going to be quite weird...<br><br><strong>"Yeah... but I guess your men can leave whenever they want."</strong> He said quietly when Jake told him that everyone received the same things. He guessed that there worse places and 'pimps', but still... He was a doctor a training and to him forcing people to whore themselves out was simply inhumane. Still he said nothing else, knowing that he might just end up angering Jake and Chris was still not brave enough to provoke the other openly. One punch or push from Jake and his rib might end up broken and cutting through his lungs - something he would rather avoid...<br><br><strong>"To provide jobs for the entire community?"</strong> Chris repeated, obviously surprised that the other was thinking so big. He had hoped for a little help to the pour people in the neighborhood... but it seemed that Jake was thinking about a huge change. <strong>"I... don't think this will be possible..."</strong> He said quietly, looking down.Even if he wanted to think of anything to help everyone he knew that this was quite naive (even too naive for him). <strong>"It's... way out of our league... we can open something like an agency and to seek work for the people from the neighborhood, but starting a huge business on our own to provide work for everyone... five millions won't be enough... we'll need like five milliard..." </strong>He sighed and looked down, passing with fingers through his hair.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mint</strong> on <strong>30-07-2010, 21:51:50</strong>
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				While Jake examined Chris with his dark eyes, he realized he was sick of talking. Never had Jake been that much of an intellectual, and sitting around making plans and blabbing was one of his least favorite pastimes. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"Fine, Chris, do you want to make the lives better for the whores? I'll give you an offer then."</strong></span> Jake slid moved next to Chris and took the blonde by the chin, lifting his face so that he would meet his eyes. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"I'll give them freedom... if you let me fuck you."</strong></span> He was smirking mischievously. Was he only teasing, or was he serious? It was impossible to tell. Inclining his head, Jake brought his face closer to Chris's. His other hand had found Chris's upper arm and was holding him firmly in place, preventing the&nbsp; boy from backing away. <br><br>Chris could say that Jake's idea was impossible, and Jake could believe it too, but the fact of the matter was, he'd started up the Crypts at the tender age of seventeen, and that had been no mean feat, either. When Jake put his mind to it, he could accomplish a lot. Plus, it didn't hurt that he had all of the resources of the Crypts available. None of his men had a college education, but they could figure something out. And maybe, he could convince Muletta to join him. Unlike Lorenzo, she hadn't been too tainted by the life of crime yet. In fact, she probably wasn't as jaded as even Jake was. Usually, the Hearts only fought when provoked. Jake had always assumed that was because they were weak, and girls, but perhaps they were simply trying to keep violence to a minimum. Muletta didn't have the resources Jake had though. <br><br>Clearing the thoughts from his head, Jake focused on the task at hand - Chris. Jake had been all ready to go out that day and kick some ass, but instead, he'd ended up stuck here, in the mess hall, talking and doing nothing. If he couldn't go change the world today, he at least wanted some damn sex. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"Well, Blondie? Will you save yourself or will you take a hit for the team? You don't owe those whores anything and they'll have no idea if you refuse. Things won't change, no one will have to know..." </strong></span>Jake's voice had dropped down to a whisper and he'd lowered his head as well. The ghost of his breath escaped from his mouth over Chris's throat. Closing the distance, Jake kissed the soft flesh before him. One of his hands found its way to the base of Chris's neck and his fingers tangled themselves into the hair there, pulling Chris's head back and baring his pale neck even further, but Jake did not make another move quite yet... He waited instead for Chris's reaction. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izu</strong> on <strong>30-07-2010, 22:13:30</strong>
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				Chris froze. He didn't even know how to react to Jake's offer, so he just stared at him, breathless, too scared and confused to even move or blink. Letting Jake fuck him in exchange of people's freedom? He swallowed hard as he thought for a moment, his eyes focused on Jake's dark orbs. He wasn't sure if the man was even serious or he was just fooling around with him, teasing him... but whatever it was it made the blond male's heart pound heavily against his chest. It wasn't like he didn't find Jake attractive, on the contrary he thought that the Crypts' leader was extremely hot, but he had never thought about sleeping with anyone without actually loving the person. And he did know that he didn't love Jake. He wasn't even sure if he liked him at all (personality wise as Jake was indeed quite sexy and no gay man could deny this)... But saving all those people...<br><br>He gasped when his chin was tilted up, his pale cheeks turning red, feeling once again confused and scared. What if Jake was just lying to him? What if he let him have his way with him and the gang leader ended up laughing at him for having thought that he had been serious?? He gulped and gritted his teeth, closing his eyes and blushing even more deeply as Jake leaned in so close to him. Even his breath ceased for a moment, making him tense up and shiver lightly as he felt Jake's breath caressing his throat before the man leaned in and kissed his neck. <strong>"Mh..." </strong>He made a soft sound, definitely one of pleasure and surprise and embarrassment. He tried to step back, but there was no more back as the table was behind him, so he just ended up leaning backwards over the table.<br><br><strong>"But... but if I agree... you... you will let the whores leave if they want... and if they don't want... or they have no where to go you will let them stay, right?"</strong> He asked quietly, not wanting to screw anyone up. What if they were all forced to leave and none of them had a place to go? <strong>"You.. you will protect them?" </strong>He whispered, pulling back some more, trying to push Jake a bit to look at his face. Chris's cheeks were burning, his eyes pleading and scared as if he wanted to ask Jake to protect <em>him</em> as well and to not hurt him... but he wasn't sure if he would ever get this wish granted... 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mint</strong> on <strong>31-07-2010, 01:56:57</strong>
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				Chris couldn't actually move away from him, so the boy simply bent back over the table. Smirking, Jake went with him and pushed him back until he was flat against the top of the table. The sound Chris had made when he'd kissed his throat was absolute delectable and, pressing another soft kiss against the tender skin, Jake hoped to elicit another reaction. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"You're so fucking sexy, Chris,"</strong></span> Jake murmured under his breath. He didn't care about making Chris feel good about himself - it was simply the&nbsp; truth and needed to be stated. God, if there wasn't the possibility of someone walking in at any moment, Jake would take Chris right here. <br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"Of course. I'm predicting most of them will want to stay... but it does make all the difference that they are free to leave whenever they so choose, wouldn't you agree?"</strong></span> Jake said, pausing and drawing away from Chris's neck for a moment. Protect them...? Chris's expression was to die for. Did he realize how sexy he was? <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"I'm not their damn babysitter."</strong></span> Jake stated, looking to the side. He didn't want to make any promises other than what he'd already offered. Especially a promise like this? If one single whore got injured, would Chris hold it against him? <br><br>Sighing, Jake drew away from Chris and crossed his arms stubbornly.<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong> "I'm not bargaining with you here, I'm laying down a deal, take it or leave it. So, what's your answer?"</strong></span> He looked slightly irritated, but more in an impatient way than an angry way. Just like Chris, his cheeks were also red, but that could have been out of embarrassment or lust or any number of reasons. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izu</strong> on <strong>31-07-2010, 06:18:17</strong>
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				Chris gasped when he was pushed against the table, blushing deeply as he had no choice but to spread his legs so that Jake would still be able to lean over him. He closed his eyes tightly, biting on the inside of his bottom lip as he tried to calm down... but it was so damn impossible! He was a young man after all! A virgin who was being kissed by a hot dangerous guy... how could he calm down in a situation like this?? He exhaled shakily when he was called sexy, not sure if this was Jake's way to praise him or seduce him or the other was just stating the facts... but that second kiss on his throat made him make that soft sweet noise once again.<br><br>He swallowed hard when Jake agreed to let the whores choose whether to stay or leave, still keeping his eyes slowly. Should he do it? He didn't know them... and they didn't care about him... But then again neither did his patients and he still did everything he could to save their lives... He couldn't be their doctor, but he still could save their lives... or at least help them... He gasped for air, biting on his bottom lip as he thought about it. He knew that sooner or later he was going to get raped, so... why not just agree to it? Maybe Jake was going to be gentler...<br><br><strong>"Alright.." </strong>He whispered with a shaky voice as he opened his eyes a little bit to look at Jake.<strong> "I'll sleep with you if you let them choose..."</strong> He agreed to Jake's deal, his heart just about to burst in his chest. His cheeks warmed up once again all the way to the tip of his ears. He looked quite hot when he was blushing like this.. He looked just so innocent and vulnerable and naive... it was a truly delicious sight...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mint</strong> on <strong>31-07-2010, 06:37:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Chris had... actually agreed to it. Jake had to admit, he hadn't been fully expecting the other male to. Even though Chris cared about others, Jake had never thought he would sacrifice himself for them. But he wasn't arguing. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"Well, then,"</strong></span> Jake murmured, voice silky smooth as he looped an arm around Chris's waist. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"What do you say we go somewhere a little more... private?"</strong></span> It he could pull a moan from Chris simply by kissing his throat, Jake was highly interested to see how Chris would react once he reached the brink of pleasure. <br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"Just don't get your hopes up,"</strong></span> Jake whispered in Chris's ear as he led the boy through the underground tunnels back to warehouse 5. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"Even if the whores are given a choice, I doubt any of them will leave or even be too thrilled. A lot of them are jaded by their lifestyle."</strong></span> There was still the matter of Tay, as well. If he was released, he'd be dead in five seconds, wouldn't he? Jake would have to ask Chris what he wanted to do about Tay later, but for now, he didn't want to ruin the mood by bringing up that suicidal (and also homicidal) maniac. <br><br>It didn't take long for Jake to drag Chris back to his room and once there, the dark haired gang leader wasted no time pushing Chris back onto the bed and straddling his waist. Jake's strong hands slid up beneath Chris's hoodie and tank top, roving over the soft skin of Chris's stomach.&nbsp; <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"Mmm... before we start, I must ask one question..."</strong></span> Jake's smirk was slightly shadowed and taunting. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"Are you a virgin, Chris...?"</strong></span> It was obvious that Jake thought he was and that he found the idea amusing. Chris was damn sexy to still be a virgin, that was for sure. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izu</strong> on <strong>31-07-2010, 20:18:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He had actually agreed to it. It was hard to believe it but he had agreed to it. He was going to give his virginity to a criminal who had kidnapped him, almost killed him, and whom he didn't love and who didn't love him. He swallowed hard as he nodded to the other's offer to go to a more private place, biting on his bottom lip as Jake led him out of the common room and down the endless corridors. He wasn't even paying attention to where they were going...<br><br><strong>"Yeah... I know..." </strong>He mumbled quietly when he was told that most probably the whores were not going to leave. He knew this... but it was going to be different. What if one day they decided they wanted to leave? Then they were going to leave... and they weren't going to be forced to whore themselves out forever. It made a difference to him... Hopefully, those people were going to appreciate one day. He swallowed hard again, feeling a little bit light-headed at the thought of what was going to happen once they reached Jake's room...<br><br>When they got there he gasped and whimpered quietly as he was pushed on the bed, his rib hurting lightly. He closed his eyes, blushing deeply as he felt that Jake straddled him. He breathed in and out deeply, his heart pounding heavily against his chest. <strong>"Mh..."</strong> He whimpered quietly again, his face burning as he felt the other man's fingers travel under his shirts. <strong>"Yeeah..." </strong>He replied shakily to the other's question about whether he was a virgin, still keeping his eyes tightly shut. He was more than nervous as he was already shivering lightly... 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mint</strong> on <strong>31-07-2010, 22:56:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				God, Chris had Jake fired up. And he was a virgin..? <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"Mmm, I'm one lucky man."</strong></span> Chris had already gotten him five million dollars, and now he was going to give him his virginity as well. Moving his hands up further, Jake slowly pushed the material of Chris's tops back, over his head, before pulling them off and discarding him to the floor. He was careful around the area of Chris's chest that was injured. If the rib broke completely and ended up injuring Chris's internal organs, that would be it. "Tell me if it hurts too much. And I mean your rib," Jake said, tapping the bandage with his index finger as he smirked at Chris. He didn't care about hurting Chris too much, but he didn't want to kill him. Particularly not by having sex with him. Jake was awesome at sex, but not that awesome. <br><br>Leaning back for a moment, Jake slipped out of his motorcycle jacket, tossing it aside onto the floor. He pulled his gun out of his waistband and leaned over to set it aside on the desk. He doubted Chris would be stupid enough to try to grab the gun any time soon. Afterward, Jake slipped his own tank top off, revealing his olive-skinned, well-muscled chest. He was sexy and he knew it. Smirking confidently, Jake bent back down over Chris's body, and his mouth found Chris's throat once more. Chris had already revealed how sensitive he was there, and Jake was eager to see just how far he could take it. <br><br>Jake's strong hands held Chris's shoulders down and their chests pressed together as Jake pressed kiss to Chris's throat. At first, his lips were soft, but soon, the dark haired man's teeth entered the equation, nipping the soft flesh and teasing it. Slowly, one of his hands drifted down Chris's body, until it found his ass, squeezing it through the material of Chris's new pants. <br><br>Jake took his time toying with Chris's body. The gang leader... well, it didn't take much to get him going and Chris was sexy as hell but he wanted to get Chris into it too, if possible. Most of the time he didn't care whether whores enjoyed it or not... but this was Chris's first time. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izu</strong> on <strong>12-08-2010, 13:26:24</strong>
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				Chris was willingly adjust his body so that Jake could take his tops off, leaving him half naked. He bit on his bottom lip, wincing lightly more out of instinct than out of pain when the gang leader tapped his bandages with finger. He nodded shakily in promise that he would tell him if it started hurting too badly, for a moment wanting to plead Jake to be gentle with him. He really didn't know how much it was going to hurt, but he could guess... and his imagination was telling him that Jake was most probably going to be a rough lover, who would most likely rape him and not just have sex with him. Chris was just being paranoid (not that he didn't have a reason to be such)...<br><br>He opened his eyes just a little bit to look up at Jake as the man took his top off, revealing those deliciously looking muscles. Chris's heart skipped a bit at the sight and he felt so much hotter all of a sudden, as if he was burning. Scared or not, he couldn't help but admit that he was completely drawn to Jake for some reason... "Ah." He moaned softly when the man's lips returned to his neck, kissing it, making Chris shiver beneath him, his body shaken by waves of sweet pleasure. He didn't even realize when his hands moved to rest on Jake's hips, as if wanting to keep the man closer.<br><br>Another moan left the blond's throat as the sensitive skin was suddenly nipped and teased harder than before. His hips jerked up a little in pleasure, letting Jake's hand slip down to his firm ass, making Chris moan again. It seemed that it wasn't hard to make the young man excited as there was already a bulge forming in his pants. He was after all a healthy man who had never had a relationship, so now that he got teased and kissed his body reacted right away, needing to be played with, used, touched and kissed... And mind you Chris looked extremely hot when he was moaning and wriggling in pleasure, panting for air, all flushed up and burning...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mint</strong> on <strong>13-08-2010, 02:26:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jake didn't miss a beat and he caught that fiery look in Chris's eyes and the blush that crept over his cheeks. The blond had no secrets from Jake, not at this moment. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"It seems I'm not the only one aroused...."</strong></span> Jake murmured into Chris's ear, his voice soft, sleek, dangerous. Slipping one hand around the back of Chris's neck, Jake tilted his head forward and brought his lips to Chris's ear, sucking the lobe into his mouth and teasing it lightly between his teeth, Jake lowered more of his body weight onto Chris, pushing him back farther on the bed and slipping his leg between the boy's thighs. The older male pushed his knee up, forcing Chris's legs apart farther. <br><br>It was clear not only that Chris wanted him, but that he wanted this entire thing so badly. Chris could deny it if he wanted to, but Jake knew. And Chris was so responsive... Closing his eyes for a moment, Jake swallowed and tried to calm himself. All he wanted to do at this moment was tear Chris's pants off. It was hard to keep himself from attacking Chris like some kind of wild animal. <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"Mmm... Chris, do you want me?"</strong></span> Jake whispered softly, smirking. If Chris said no, it would be a huge buzz kill... but Jake suspected, if Chris was being honest, he would say yes. <br><br>Trailing his long fingers down Chris's throat, and over his collarbone, Jake continued downward until his fingertips brushed against Chris's bandages. He cursed them for interfering with his seduction and instead raked his nails down Chris's bare side, which he anticipated would be quite sensitive. The boy was squirming beneath him and Jake was feeling quite pleased with himself as his hands found the clasp of Chris's pants and began to undo them. He had been trying to wait... but he was an impatient bastard.<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong> "I'm going to make you feel like you've never felt before,"</strong></span> Jake promised, hoping Chris's rib would have anything to say otherwise. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izu</strong> on <strong>13-08-2010, 20:53:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Chris kept his eyes closed unable to look at Jake's face at this very moment. He couldn't stand that smile, those eyes, those deliciously looking lips... He was supposed to hate that man and everything about him, and not find him super hot and moan under his touches... He felt so humiliated and weak at this very moment, but he guessed that he was just another man who needed and wanted sex. It was in his nature, so he really wasn't going to think much about what was going on right now... not that he could as his mind was completely occupied with the thought that he should stay quiet and not moan like a little bitch. Even if he was enjoying what Jake was doing, he didn't want the other to know it.<br><br><strong>"Ah!" </strong> He cried out softly in surprise and pleasure as he felt the man's knee pushing up between his legs. He shivered lightly, gasping for air, closing his eyes even more tightly. He could feel how he was starting to cream in his pants... '<em>This is so humiliating...</em>' Chris thought, whimpering softly in embarrassment. He swallowed hard, licking his lips and tilting his head away, panting for air. He didn't want to reply to Jake's question, but his head moved on its own and he nodded weakly. He couldn't lie about something like this... Even if he wanted to... It felt just way too good...<br><br>His body shivered again as the man's fingers trailed down his body, his heart skipping a few beats and his eyes finally opening to glance down for a moment as he felt the other man's fingers worked on undoing his pants. <strong>"P..ple...please... please be gentle..."</strong> He whispered, blushing deeply as he looked at Jake with the pleading scared face of a virgin.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Guns and Roses (Mint and Izu)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mint</strong> on <strong>17-08-2010, 23:08:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Chris was an open book. His emotions were so transparent as they ran across his face. Smiling mischievously, Jake pressed his knee up a little farther, rubbing it against the bulge in Chris's pant a moment before sliding down and away, giving himself room to relieve Chris of his pants. Chris did not admit that he wanted Jake aloud, but his slight nod was as good as a shouted confession of love to Jake. His face was lit with a silly, lopsided grin and, despite himself, he returned the nod when Chris requested that he go gentle. It was Chris's first time, Chris was injured, and... well, Jake actually kind of cared about him, so he would bend to the boy's request this once. <br><br>There would be plenty of time to get rough in the future. <br><br>Slowly, Jake pulled Chris's pants down and smirked when he saw how large the bulge in the blond's shorts had gotten. Wasting no time, and unable to control his impulses, Jake brushed one hand between Chris's legs. The gangster was currently straddling Chris around the knees, and was hunched over Chris's center, a devious look on his face. He edged his fingertips under the waistband of the other man's underwear. Slowly, he slipped them down, revealing Chris's beginning erection. Lightly, Jake brought his fingers to the sensitive area, ghosting his nails over Chris's skin, through his hair. <br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"Mmm...."</strong></span> He murmured as he examined Chris. Damn... he was sexy. Before Chris would have had much time to process what was going on, Jake leaned down, licking his lips before pressing a kiss to the side of the blond's cock. His pale pink tongue flicked out of his mouth, wet but slightly rough, and he ran it along Chris's length, his right hand pressing down on Chris's hips to keep them still, and his left hand brushing over Chris's balls. Jake pulled back a moment to look up at Chris with his black, bottomless eyes, before he went back down on him, opening his mouth and taking Chris's first couple of inches into the warm, wet heat. <br><br>As his tongue ran over the manhood in his mouth, Jake rubbed his hips up against the legs he had straddled, sending some small sparks of pleasure through his own body. Moaning softly, Jake kept his eyes open, his gaze locked on Chris's face, not wanting to miss a single expression that passed across it. 
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