From the edge of the unchanging skies that spit out garbage daily like nothing exist below, to the overcrowded graveyard that includes the breathing; a girl that forced into growing up moments before she was three see's all the dead and alike, faces blend on her spot beyond the ledge. she loved the sounds of what called for a misshapen city built and chaos by children, but she dislike company, so she separated herself and grew alone, hearing the blaring sounds of electric guitars and drums of rock celebrating and mourning the dead. though in a normal lifestyle she would be fresh out of fifth grade she has more compassion than every living thing in her world and needs nothing more.
The boy who lived in the dirt and flocked around enemies finished his show after twenty-six repetitive songs. still alive so far, he escaped the building of hungry teenagers, passing by a child prostitute (his only friend) for a chat. they stood on the street in the always for her to go over her daily overprotective speech. she warned him about being the lead singer/guitarist because they never last very long. as well as him living so far away from the city belonging with or to no one or group. she feared he was living a very dangerous life and she fearful for his life. she took care of him ever since they were younger. train laughed at the thought, he was living a more dangerous life than anyone else, even if he felt all the eyes of the city barrowing through him all at once shoving bullets of hate into every vein. he kissed her on her forehead and wrapped his jacked around her naked arms. he didn't feel as though it was appropriate for a woman. she chuckled. "morality in a pit of sin." she tried to give the jacket back, but he wouldn't accept it. "I’ll just make a new one, besides I’m good with my hands." he winked. he wanted to leave as soon as possible. he didn't want to put her in harm’s way for any reason.
He was hoping for a simple run home he ran down the street, a nice sprint, a few waves, and maybe some food. train turned the corner and was meet with a plank upside the head. he staggered then was bombarded with faceless kicks and punches, unconscious. moments later he woke up surrounded by what called for men in a years old abandoned warehouse. "'ey mates lookie e wahs up." the oldest man squatting, butt to heels laughed in face hurling speckles of spit with every syllable. "so Big Bro what are 'ri gonna do?" one guy in the back of the crowed asked which didn't tell Train much of anything because the only person he could make out was too close for comfort. "canna ave em....peese?"
"NO." The guy parted his snake bite purple painted lips with a slight almost sinister smile. "No, we're going to give him a choice." which didn't sound like much of a choice to Train. If only he could run from this situation. if only he could move his arms from this uncomfortable contortion behind his back his wrist felt like they could snap under the right gust of wind, but the man with thick finger size dreadlock covering his face didn't seem like he was going to budge his knee from his spine and wrist. "So, Train," Mr. Snake Bite was close enough to whisper in his ear, "how about joining us. we'll protect you from all the litter bad peple that think you deserve to die or be eaten." Train had to think of a way out of this before he was forced into three unlucky things and dying was the more welcomed of the three. but was Train past some flirting for survival? "He con stay i'en me en Kelengo's room, Big Brother. ya really think we ne him....or if you wun em sa much." this guy has a sort of underhandedness and he was allowed to do it unlike the guy Train could only assume was Kelengo, but he did say one thing interesting: maybe flirting isn't just a stale joke on his death bed.
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"Shut up, Little Brother!" That's how it is. they're like a pack of wolves, there's always an alfa and a Beta. "So, Train what do you decide?"
Train knew he was slightly attractive, some muscle, lanky young man that men like him desired, but what do you expect from a barely feed growing teen around 5'11. so, what he did next was unforgettable. Train Marisol rose a little, rubbing up against the man's knees. he moved his back flirtatiously to get as close as he could to whisper to the man. "Big..." he left it hanging giving the man something to think about. " I can't really think to make a decision with these restraints and without...a little.... privacy." Train smiled only a corner of it escaped. he could take one a lot better than seven in a fight. he could see the wheels turning in Big Brother's head. he didn't want to seem desperate or maybe not like he was the one being controlled. he wouldn't be in this situation if he didn't have a prevenance for boys like Train. although Train was about four years older than he appeared.
Against the man's better judgement, he told his brothers to go, and they were alone. Big Brother stared down at Train like he was already raping him in his mind. he came closer barely blinking savoring the presentation before the bite. he played with the loops of chain on Trains pants he now regret having, tracing them hungrily up until his zipper. Train was regretting his decision. he was probably safer with seven than this one. he had to think of something, say something before the claim that he was one of the few straight men would be gone like his zipper.
"I know you want it too but calm down. it won't work if we both want it." the man misread Train deafening heartbeat for excitement, genuine interest but maybe Train could use to his advantage. What else does men like Big Brother like? "I’m sort of nervous. (I'm virgin. I don't like guys.) would you undo my bindings and turn around so I can (put on) take off my pants on my own.?" There was hesitation; what if this didn't work? Train pushed through his uneasiness and kiss him to solidify Big Brother's thought process in his direction. which worked long enough for Train to become cocky. he was let go, the man's back was turned, who had just agreed to the dumbest idea in history. Train felt around to a wooden plank in the dim light. "does this mean you've decided to become a part of my family?"
Train grinned. it was never a choice. Train hit him with the smallest most dense side not knowing until after Big Brothers face hit the rubble that rusted nails was etched through. there was a possibility that Big Brother was dead, but Train didn't have time think about that to deeply because one is a lot easier that a group. Little Brother was back, and the problem was he did not have any sick desires that Train could manipulate to his advantage. after he saw Little Brother transition from surprise to relieved and mock anger he ran. that thought it was a shame of an emotion because a blind man knew that he wanted Big Brother dead, but to keep appearances of Brotherhood he would chase full speed, hurl curses and threats at Train.
Train ran and ran kicking in his best friend, adrenaline barely it inches out of the half-witted beast behind him grasp. he ran far beyond the city, his home or any child has gone before constantly stealing glances behind him thankful for the two-step difference. why wasn’t Little Brother tired, yet? Train ran up a misshapen hill, distorted like something from a demented child’s nightmare, stopping in his tracks not only to catch his breath, but to take in the view: luminescent blue’s, hues of purple, and deepest reds dancing, circling one another in an elegant fight between gods with a child on the edge overlooking it all. facing fate in the face, only her heels were firmly on the ground. she appeared perfectly balanced and harmonious with even the wind. he called out her attention. "Hey girl," but she didn't move not even an involuntary twitch.