Burning Desires 5~
Me: I DON’T own…myself, but I own Alex and Yassen and, and….AND I own my Nutella which is fast disappearing XD. Anyway…onwards ROF…of in my case AOF ><
Alex: no no…I highly doubt you own me…or Yassen
Yassen:*grunts*
Me: oh….you wants to find out Blondie
Alex: don’t call me that…brownie ><
Me: don’t make me use the edit button
Yassen:*smiles*
Alex: eep...*runs away*malesterererer ><
Me…I own a few things…and my performance is coming up so…wish meh luck, whoa….where`d Yassen go ><*looks scared*. Darn…I`ve lost Yassen…sorry if he randomly pops up beside chu, he`s gentle….really…I hope: D remember to watch your back…or neck: D
“Elo Rider” The man smiled evilly , baring yellow teeth that glinting dangerously back, then he viciously swung his arm back effortlessly and a bang shattered Alex`s world once more.
The rotating air wave of murder seemed to vibrate in Alex, sending shockwaves from his ears to his stomach which lurched finally as he caught sight of the victim. He thanked “whoever” thankfully that it wasn`t one of his friends…Yet, he felt total remorse at the man behind the counter.
He had a wide family, very hyper but kind children…who would now be fatherless…Alex didn`t want to think of their new struggle on London`s streets. The man stumbled forwards, and eerie croak filled the air as the blood struggled vainly out of his mouth, dripping loudly onto the floor with a ringing splat.
His eyes held back tears as he understood what was to become of him…he chocked suddenly, desperately trying to breathe in, but the hole in his throat restricted any movement that allowed breathing, and only made the gaping sludge of crimson to widen and spread across the tiled floor as mountains of blood surged down his front to crawl across the floor. He gasped…once…twice…and then his knees gave out and he gave a shuddering breath and fell flat onto his face, a resounding smack filled the air as the innocent man, fell onto his shop floor…murdered…in cold blood.
There was nothing to it…any fairness, just whoever was quickest and….whoever had the best luck.
“Fuck….” John murmured, as he watched the man fall to the ground. Tom snapped his head away from a degrading Alex, and grimaced as he saw the fear reflected in everyone`s eyes…everyone except the attackers of course and…Alex.
What lay there was beyond repair…sure, fear lurked…but Tom could sense indecision rearing round his head, and he hoped franticly that nothing bad was about to happen…Alex had been through tough times, in fact he looked worser than he had ever seen…but would he be able to pull himself out of it…before it was too late.
“What you say their small fry” john bristled silently.
Men with guns or no guns, he would not be someone to be walked over, especially with that sort of nickname. But he frowned this time, and tried not to react in any way that could end his life or his friends…it was just like a TV drama show…just a bit more…realistic.
While the men we`re working their way through the till, Max had been filming without any notice, only Alex had noticed and gave Max a warning stare that would silence anyone…but Max was to hyper, and felt like being heroic..After all, he knew karate no? Max stepped sideways, leaning the camera against the shelf as he feigned a sore leg.
Unfortunately one of the men caught his move and before Alex could intervene had his head in tight headlock, the camera smashed loudly against the floor while some men ran around hectically, troubled by the sudden movement. Nearly everyone gasped, Oliver and Oscar flinching slightly while john went to intercept them, but was stopped by Tom as he grasped his arm.
“Hay…no fighting now, we wouldn`t want to get you filthy blood over these tiles…it would be a waste of a bullet…a bullet that could reside in young Riders shit mind” an audible click cracked through the air as he brought the gun up against Alex’s head, just above his right ear. “Beefy” leaned forwards as Max struggled against the “newspaper” guy.
“Where`s all your spunk gone…hey kid. Do we need to unleash the “beast” inside you hmm…Hah, it would be so easy you know” the man pressed the gun harder into the side of his head, but Alex didn`t flinch, nor did he struggle or reply, but kept a light gaze out the door, wishing that hope would arrive as he had seen the “burglar alarm” had been pressed…but was it a false hope…
“It would be nice if you could refrain from sticking metal into me head please…it`s getting rather boring” Alex smiled quietly, resisting the urge the throw up as the words trickled out of his mouth, already kicking his butt, HARD.
“Oh…and here`s the smart ass…welcome back Rider I wondered how long it would take. Then again you are bit slowly”
“Lucky im not as retarded as you then, or I would be living a life like yours…funny that”
“What do you mean?”
“Well…look around, at least I have friends that are two legged…and who will stick up for me without getting paid…just goes to show, you can’t get a friend…no matter what you do”
“Hah…friends, Rider how can you lie to all these people your friends when you lie to them…except of course the tubby one”
“Bastard...”
“Oh he talks to…”
“Leave him out of this Prick”
“OOoh and here come the harsh remarks…”
“wow…I really didn`t think you would act like one…hay can you act like a twat too…oh wait, your already doing it” The man snarled and leapt forwards, bringing up a razor sharp knife and with one hand gripped the back of Alex`s head, drawing light blood and with the other thrust it against his neck forcing Alex to tilt his head upwards.
Alex gasped lightly as he felt the knife dig in, slicing against his soft skin, creating beads or blood to suddenly spurt and crawl quickly down his chest and across his shirt.
“You can`t keep this up you little shit, your parents got blown up by your own godfather…how fucked up is that…and why because of money. And then, that Assassin trying to save your piteous life, but really…he was trying to escape it.
Everyone…you’ve murdered in cold blood Alex…your own hands have ended someone`s life because you thought it was right…well, I guess it makes it right for your parents to disappear…just like Jack…Ever wondered what she`s going through…well, we could be nice and end it for her…a small hole…right in the middle of her forehead…and her lips…forcing a smile as she was put out of her misery which is…You.
"You`re the problem Alex, we`re the one`s trying to rid of that Problem…but then again, your too selfish to see that you. Are. Ruining.peoples.lives. you….and you alone. You’re sick and twisted....” Alex breathed harshly, feeling a sense of numb pain wash over him, he felt his features brake down…felt his body and mind brake down at hose man`s words…at first he felt anger.
But then felt a realisation he`d pushed the man, pulled the trigger, watched and didn`t help…he was the one making Jack`s life a misery, putting his friends life in jeopardy, why was he like this…some maniac who couldn`t give a shit about this friends…the people he cared most about…he was the problem..The problem had to disappear...that meant…he had to disappear…
but then it was gone and blood dripped down Alex`s front with a vengeance, a strangled sound came from his lips as the blade was thrust away from his neck and he felt two tears track down his cheeks. But he had no time for this, he couldn`t believe his friends had just witnessed his break down…his history.
His head suddenly snapped back down and he struggled to move…anything. He looked hopelessly up as he saw John tackle the man to the ground, his fist smacking repeatedly down onto his face, brining out grunts and Alex watched with horror as Oscar and Oliver moved too both bundling the newspaper guy who was bringing his gun round and aiming at johns head. The gun clattered to the ground, spinning madly until it bumped into Alex`s shoes and spun into the opposite direction.
“You son of a bitch!”
“Get away from him”
“You twat get off!”
“No way Fatso”
“Fuck of you…”
Alex felt over joyed strangely as he saw his friends trying to protect him. But then he froze up with horror as he saw the woman with pale blue eyes suddenly walk into the room, she looked pointedly at Alex, as if feeling sorry for him but a smirk graced her features as she brought her hand up and pointed the gun levelly at Alex`s face…or shoulder Alex wasn`t too sure, he was still trying to keep track of his friends.
He heard a scuffle beside him and something whacked into the back of his legs, he tumbled to the ground just as a bullet whizzed above his head, glancing of the milk bottles and burying itself into some sugar which spilt heavily into the crimson tiled floor. Alex sprang into action, his eyes hardened and his muscles sprang as his body turned catlike and he turned and flipped onto his front gripping a milk bottle and turning round while letting it fly. It met cracked just above the woman’s head, milk trickled uselessly down, absorbing into the blood to give it a creamy look.
Alex frowned and stepped roughly down, crushing a man’s hand as he tried to grab Alex’s ankle. He turned, his foot still on the hand, a sadistic smile gracing his lips as he listened to the man howl in pain. But then, everything went wrong.
Oliver received a blow to the nose, and he reeled back Oscar immeadialty tried to reach his brother who was lying unconscious on the ground, the man brought the gun round and aimed for a preoccupied Alex…Max cried out and Alex stared frightened down a gun barrel. The man clicked the switch ((I don’t know what it`s called)) and Alex froze, bracing himself for something that would never hit him. The bullet whizzed though the air, all boys watching as it took it`s deadly course towards its new victim.
“Alex MOVE!” Tom screamed and pressed his body firmly into Alex, sending the boy flat onto the ground.
Alex stared in horror as he saw his best friends face screw up in torment and pain as the invisible bullet splintered into his body, his mouth opened hopelessly as words tried to escape but it was hopeless…then the familiar cracking of his eyes as time slowed and his body started falling towards the ground. A weary thump resounded around the air and Alex shrieked, a sound so tormenting, so troubled that everyone stopped to stare...stopped to think, and perhaps take pity as a new child lost its life on London`s streets.
Sirens filled the air, echoing around angrily, filling the air with a wailing that tortures anyone’s ears. but Alex never knew, didn`t care, couldn`t know…because his bestest friend was lying in his arms, his blood slowly matting into his clothing as he held his shaking body to him.
Hoping desperately that he was ok...that a miracle would somehow occur in the time that was spared... He felt tired tears tracking down his face as he started into the unknown…the event that was never suppose to happen. He wiped Tom`s cheek slightly, his eyes darting about, trying to find some form of life…
“A…Alex” tom coughed wearily, blood flecked his pale lips as he tried to raise himself up, but Alex kept him comfortable in his arms, afraid that he might escape at any moment.
“im so sorry Tom, it`s all my fault” Alex sobbed slightly
“N...No its not…next time, move a little…faster” Tom attempted humour but it was lost
“Tom…Tom stay with me buddy you can`t leave me” Alex freighted suddenly
“Alex…why do I feel so cold…” oh no….
“Just stay a…awake ok, paramedics are arriving…your gunna be ok” Tom frowned, his glazing eyes connecting suddenly with Alex`s, and fear trickled through them, perhaps that was what was reflected in Alex`s
“Don’t lie…to me Alex…am I going to die” The boy sounded breathless…he was nearing
“No…I promise you…your gunna be fine, just keeping those blue eyes open ok”Alex smirked, rubbing his nose uselessly.
“Bu...But I feel so tired Alex…Tell mum…I don’t blame her….and dad…dad” Tom whimpered and tried to focus again, but gave up and stared at the roof.
“No Tom…your gunna be fine, just watch me face ok” Alex`s voice pleaded.
“There`s no use Alex…don…don`t blame yourself. Promises can`t always be kept” Tom finished slowly, nearing a whisper.
“But Tom…”
“God it` so fucking cold…and…it...it hurts” Tom suddenly cried out, as his back arched suddenly and Alex paled…Tom was in pain…because of him…and now he was leaving…leaving his broken family behind…because of him…
“Al…Alex look after Cindy for me…m…make sure no one messes with her ok”
“But Tom…your gunna…gunna be fine”
“Alex…i…im not an idiot”
“Yet you act it…”
“Yeah…and so do you…but…I`ll miss you mate…so much”
“Tom…please don’t leave…i…I won’t be able to take it”
“Alex…it hurts…it hurts so much…and it feels”
“Tom….TOM!”
“It feels so……”
“I promise…just promise me Tom, promise me you`ll be ok”
“…cold”
And with that Tom`s bright blue eyes melted away to something cold and dark, the sparkle of life flitting away like dust. Pain was clearly written across his face with his eyebrows faintly furrowed. Though a ghost of his trademark smile still lingered and Alex watched waiting for his face to twitch back into life…he couldn`t be gone that easily…surely. Tom A sigh echoed around the room as Tom finally felt limp in Alex arms…
“No TOM you promised…YOU PROMISED, you son of a bitch you PROMISED me” Alex lifted the body and buried his shameful face in the body of his rescuer, his friends and his soul brother, gripping it with such tightness his knuckles turned white. He wished for nothing more but to be that bullet`s victim…but it was never meant to be. And for the first time Alex cried, he sobbed like a tormented child. He screamed hoarsely into the heavens, as if hoping that it would spark something…but nothing. Tom lifeless eyes barrelled into his, drilling unwanted hatred into Alex`s consciousness. Nothing would be the same again…a life had been taken away, a special life. And the owner… was about to pay…big time.
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