ive gone an atempted it AGAIN
Author : Me (wolven_spine)
Rating: R-NC17 (eventally)
Summary: escaping was the easy part now on the run they have to hide. But the forged friendship, will it stand through the test of getting away? or will it be crushed slowly? (yes i suck at summarys so shoot me!!)
Note: i apologise for any spelling mistakes or the suck its late and i wanted to re-post this as ive picked it back up and fixedit so it reads alot better
Disclamer: its RPS i dont own anyone and if i did i woouldnt be here. id have a video camera and ALOT of monie which sadly i have none of
Out side the air is crisp and quiet. The sky slowly changing from the vibrant blue of the afternoon to the dusky pink of twilight city clouds.
I know because I’ve just come in to the house before heading back out. The change in temperature was vast from the humid October air to the cool still remaining in my house.
As I return out side for the last of the boxes from my rental car, my skin prickles as though I’ve been charged with electricity, every nerve silent yet vividly awake.
Stepping through the doorway I notice the stale almost rain like smell and the odd almost non existent heat. The sky had finally changed to a smoky haze of clouds and city lights. There is a small ruffle of leaves as the last door on my new street closes almost denying the approaching gale entrance into the little town I now should be calling home. Leaving the crisp cleaner air of my true home, But I can't go back not after what’s happened.
With the dark looming sky finally locked out, Ville sat down to scan the internet hoping there was no news of his whereabouts. With a soft click the wireless internet Ville had purchases logged onto his hijacked internet access.
The less they can find on me the better
Thought Ville settling down to do his usual rounds of internet forms and the Helsinki police web page, still plastered with his face insisting he was dangerous, deadly and a desperately wanted man.
Figuring that if Estonian customs hadn’t registered his passport he was still safe, at lest for now.
Switching off the computer satisfied that nothing had changed Ville checked the door was locked, that his gun was still tightly around his thigh and that no one would get in Ville wearily retreated to bed.
A light twinkle of shattering glass suddenly brought Villes’ hand to the gun firmly laced around his leather clad thigh.
Oh shit they’ve caught up with me finally.
“Fucking hell!” a voice rang own from the top of the stairs. The Bathroom. A ripping noise and a slight groan sent Ville up the stairs gun now in hand.
‘Squeak’ stupid rickety old house
“Oh, Shit” Out of the bathroom ran a man, well built clad only in a pair of boxers. The intruder dashed into a small box room off the upstairs corridor.
Ville noticed the intruder was bandaged very crudely and covered in a dark reddish-brown seeping fluid from the lower back down. Waiting a few seconds to see if the man would come out. ‘Click’ the box room lock had been turned over Ville carefully drew out his keys.
Maybe a lock was a bad idea.
Slowly inching his way to the door and slowly edging the key through the lock
Ville opened the door slowly inching the slicing ray of light until it found the poor wounded gorgeous boy came into view before pursuing forward.
The sight brought back memories for Ville pulling at heart strings he thought he had severed and had disappeared long ago. He vaguely remembered through drug induced haze and the vast blur, of his own body being violently beaten and violated and the resulting mess of wounds, like this boys’, he had suffered long ago.
Ville threw his gun back into its holster, kneeling softly in front of the trembling bruised and bloody body in the corner.
Reaching out for the wounds, removing bandages carefully reveling bloodied masses of bruises and scars littering the mans body.
“What are you doing in my house?” Ville asked softly still tending to wounds for no other reason than instinct.
“Hiding” the boy replied in a shaky and soft fearfull voice
“From?”
“Him…” the boy said, staring through Ville and out the door way.
Ville had seen this, and experienced this. Boys so used, delusional, and high on drugs, that there generally self-induced euphoria turns into there daily nightmare.
“What has he done to you?” Knowing the boy would be more open to answer questions in his state than if he was sober.
“he was forcing me to leave to…” the boy slowly started slumping over and blacking out.
Bam awoke in a different place than his usual 5x6 room in the basement of some cheap whore house.
Where the hell am I?
Bam though as a man of about 25 walked through the arch way into what seemed to be a bed room of sorts.
“Here drink this” the man stated with a thick accent. European. Handing him what seemed to be tea in a large black mug decorated with a blue and white flag..
The memorys came so clearly flooding back.
Finland
“thank you” was all he could push past his vocal cords, remembering vaguely what had happened the night before. Something about being sent to Finland, a trade a Finnish whore for him but something had gone wrong, some one had escaped.
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* edited to fix itaitic *