Jumped
Title: Jumped
Prompt: Crucifixion
Medium: Fic
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Abuse
Summary: AU Kris is a recent escapee from a religious cult, and he and his new friend, Adam, are middle school outcasts, and riding their bikes home is a dangerous thing.
There were a lot of things Kris didn't do well, but he was naturally athletic. And that helped when he and Adam had to ride their bikes past the group of kids who made fun of them, and beat them up.
He and Adam didn't talk much on the rides home. That's because Adam was always watching for those kids. Kris didn't know why he bothered. They were always waiting at the same park every day, and there was no other way for Adam and Kris to get home.
"Ready?" Adam asked lowly, gritting his teeth. "Ride fast. Understand? Don't slow down. Don't turn around for anything."
"I understand," Kris answered and started to pick up speed.
But Kris didn't.
He didn't understand why Adam always rode in back, and more slowly, even though he could get away if he wanted to.
Just like always the eighth graders who looked the same size as grown men - thin and muscular - ran from the parking lot to the side of the road and pulled Adam off his bike.
Kris thought of Adam's words, and almost heeded them, but he couldn't bring himself to leave Adam alone in this.
--
Adam was still. He didn't try to fight back because that made it worse. He could have taken one or two of them, but not six at once. He breathed a small sigh of relief when Kris kept riding. At least this way, one of them would be safe. Adam knew, if they both escaped, it would just piss the kids off more, and they would come after he and Kris twice as hard the next day.
He moaned as a foot was driven into his ribs, tried to ignore the insults that were poured down on him, Adam was used to this. He would just wait it out. It was what he always did. Even though it hurt, he forced himself to stay as quiet as possible.
--
Kris turned around, put his head down, and rode as hard as he could at the group of boys. He didn't flinch. He didn't slow down.
"Holy shit!" one swore, in the last second before he darted out of the way.
Kris ground to a stop beside Adam, shielding him with his bike.
"Don't touch him!" Kris said, with all the authority his mother had used on the men who hurt him. The one that made more punishment come onto her, but spared him.
"Freak!"
"Oh, my God!"
"He almost ran me over!"
Then, Kris extended a hand, and helped Adam up. "Let's go."
Adam blinked. He could taste blood in his mouth and knew his ribs would be badly bruised tomorrow. He never expected this tiny sixth grader, who was probably sixty-eight pounds, soaking wet, to come to his defense. No one ever had before. Even the adult walking by.
Willing himself not to shake, Adam climbed back on his bike and started for home, with Kris lagging behind, giving all the kids the darkest look Adam had ever seen.
"They won't hurt you again," Kris reassured. "They think I'm crazy."
"Yeah, so do I. They're gonna come after you now, you know?"
"I know," Kris answered, unsurprised. "Let 'em try. I can take it."
"Thanks...you know...for..."
"No problem," Kris reassured, watching Adam turn into his own driveway, as Kris continued on.
Prompt: Crucifixion
Medium: Fic
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Abuse
Summary: AU Kris is a recent escapee from a religious cult, and he and his new friend, Adam, are middle school outcasts, and riding their bikes home is a dangerous thing.
There were a lot of things Kris didn't do well, but he was naturally athletic. And that helped when he and Adam had to ride their bikes past the group of kids who made fun of them, and beat them up.
He and Adam didn't talk much on the rides home. That's because Adam was always watching for those kids. Kris didn't know why he bothered. They were always waiting at the same park every day, and there was no other way for Adam and Kris to get home.
"Ready?" Adam asked lowly, gritting his teeth. "Ride fast. Understand? Don't slow down. Don't turn around for anything."
"I understand," Kris answered and started to pick up speed.
But Kris didn't.
He didn't understand why Adam always rode in back, and more slowly, even though he could get away if he wanted to.
Just like always the eighth graders who looked the same size as grown men - thin and muscular - ran from the parking lot to the side of the road and pulled Adam off his bike.
Kris thought of Adam's words, and almost heeded them, but he couldn't bring himself to leave Adam alone in this.
--
Adam was still. He didn't try to fight back because that made it worse. He could have taken one or two of them, but not six at once. He breathed a small sigh of relief when Kris kept riding. At least this way, one of them would be safe. Adam knew, if they both escaped, it would just piss the kids off more, and they would come after he and Kris twice as hard the next day.
He moaned as a foot was driven into his ribs, tried to ignore the insults that were poured down on him, Adam was used to this. He would just wait it out. It was what he always did. Even though it hurt, he forced himself to stay as quiet as possible.
--
Kris turned around, put his head down, and rode as hard as he could at the group of boys. He didn't flinch. He didn't slow down.
"Holy shit!" one swore, in the last second before he darted out of the way.
Kris ground to a stop beside Adam, shielding him with his bike.
"Don't touch him!" Kris said, with all the authority his mother had used on the men who hurt him. The one that made more punishment come onto her, but spared him.
"Freak!"
"Oh, my God!"
"He almost ran me over!"
Then, Kris extended a hand, and helped Adam up. "Let's go."
Adam blinked. He could taste blood in his mouth and knew his ribs would be badly bruised tomorrow. He never expected this tiny sixth grader, who was probably sixty-eight pounds, soaking wet, to come to his defense. No one ever had before. Even the adult walking by.
Willing himself not to shake, Adam climbed back on his bike and started for home, with Kris lagging behind, giving all the kids the darkest look Adam had ever seen.
"They won't hurt you again," Kris reassured. "They think I'm crazy."
"Yeah, so do I. They're gonna come after you now, you know?"
"I know," Kris answered, unsurprised. "Let 'em try. I can take it."
"Thanks...you know...for..."
"No problem," Kris reassured, watching Adam turn into his own driveway, as Kris continued on.