Beginning of Abuse
Luck's plan fell through. It fell through bad. He had spent days, even a few weeks, working out this plan. He was going to drop in on a deal going on in a warehouse in Concrete. He calculated the weather, the area, the people that were going to be there, the time of day and the day itself. The thing he didn't count on was a fucking rat in his mix.
Some of his men were killed, but his closer men, the ones he relied on the most, were captured along with him. There was two men on Riot; one with his foot on his back and the other had a gun pointed at him. Reece and Rave, who were still naive, only had one man on each of them. Joe was covered by two men; one had his foot on his head while he was on the ground, the other with a gun ready. And Burns had three guys on him. Two had his arms with him on his knees. The other had a gun to the back of his head. They were all ready to kill if the leader said too.
Luck himself, he had the leader's arm wrapped around his throat and a knife waiting to be thrusted into his spinal cord. The leader looked at Luck. "See? This is why you don't play in the big leagues, Lucky." Luck glared at the use of his full name. "So, this is what's going to happen," Everyone looked at the leader besides his own men. "We're going to sell those two," He pointed with the hand around Luck's throat. Reece and Rave trembled in fear and seeing it made Luck jerk a little. The leader tightened his hold and continued. "Him," He pointed to Joe. "Is going to be our patsy when shit doesn't go our way." Joe closed his eyes.
He continued again. "That one," He pointed to Burns. "We're just going to kill him." Burns thrashed, but was held.
"Bullshit!" The leader nodded to the men and Burns got hit in the back of the head with the gun. He didn't pass out, but he stilled.
The leader chuckled and looked at Riot. "And your pet," Riot clenched his jaw. "He's just too cute, we'll have fun with him." He pressed the knife into Luck's back, but didn't break skin. "And it's all your fault."
Luck glared with his eyes closed. He opened them when the leader told his men to move. It was like everything was slowed down for Luck. He looked at each of their faces. Reece and Rave were almost in tears. Joe and Riot's face were almost expressionless. Burns' was full of rage.
"WAIT!" The men stopped and they all looked at Luck. "If.. If you let them go... you can have me.." Luck's men's eyes widened.
"No! Luck! We don't-!"
"SHUT UP!" They all got quiet. He looked over his shoulder at the leader. "What do you say? Deal?"
The leader chuckled and shoved Luck forward, making him stumble. "Deal."
Luck stood still and kept his eyes cast downwards as his men, no, his family were walked out of the warehouse. He sighed to himself when he heard cars drive off. When he was pulled to a car and put in, he closed his eyes. He was calculating again, but couldn't completely since he didn't know where he was going.
He was taken to a house. He was pulled to a room with a bed. It couldn't be considered a bedroom because it didn't look like someone could live in it. The bed itself was covered in blood stains, the frame was falling apart and the rest of the room was just disgusting.
Luck stood there, looking at the bed. The men smirked at him. "Too real for you?" Luck didn't look away from the bed. Then he was shoved onto it. They cuffed his hands together and to a bar at the headboard.
What came after is what would usually be done. But all the while, Luck staid quiet. Kept his eyes closed. Mouth shut. But his hands were working on a nail in the headboard. When it was out, he just held it tightly in his hand until the men left. He slowly let out a long breath. "Stupid.." He picked the lock with the nail. He waited until nightfall before he did anything.
Most of the men that were there were sleeping. Some were awake, doing pointless things. He took out the sleeping ones first. Then moved to the awake ones. They cause such a commotion, the leader came to the house.
Luck tackled him to the floor and turned him onto his stomach. He smirked down at him when he put a knife to his spine. "Too familiar, huh?" The leader staid still. Luck leaned down. "I'm in the fucking big leagues. And I fucking own it. Don't let our size fool your dumbasses," He started to push the knife in. "We come for blood." He shoved the knife in. It didn't kill him, but it turned him into basically nothing.
He got up. He painted a message in blood on a wall. He grabbed pants and walked home. Reece and Rave cried when they saw him. Luck didn't let anyone touch him, it was to be expected after what he was put through. What wasn't completely expected was that he went on a drinking and drug binge.
Everyone kept out of his way while he was 'working through it' himself, as Riot put it. A few days into the binge was the first time he hurt Praxis that way. He was too out of his head to realize he did it.
That was the start of the abuse.