Author's introduction: Hello, this the first story I'm posting here on Blue Stores. The story I'm working on is about a high school filled with dark secrets. Four students with even darker secrets enroll into this school for their final year of high school. SDF acts as a prequel that introduces the four students and their individual pasts. A lot of my writing was heavily influenced by anime, manga, and of course hentai. Anyways... here goes. :p
Part 1 - The Young Assassin
A windy gust flowed through the night air, sharply ending the silence for but a second. The moon was hidden away behind the wrinkled grey clouds that seemed closer to earth than they should be. It was as if the gods decided to move a little bit closer just to witness the dark events about to pass.
The grass crackled and crunched under the heavy footsteps of a cautious figure. Stone steps of the stairway to hell led from an alleyway next to a broken down bar. Dispite being broken down, though, the bar was filled with crowds of rough-looking men whom probably could belong to a gang. Their appearances matched the stereotype, anyways.
The stairway only led to a supply closet... to the untrained eye. Push against the back of the closet and another set of stairs are revealed. They were long and led only to pitch black.
Deep below the cellers, underneathe the abandoned bar was a windowless basement of sorts. The walls were made to be soundproof and the only light was a single lightbulb hanging down from the rotting ceiling. The bulb was swinging back and forth, casting moving shadows at a constant pace. There were two shadows painted against the concrete floor. One belonged to a middle-aged man while the other belonged to a young girl.
The middle-aged man actually looked quite normal, wearing a chestnut-brown sweater and grey pants. He stood around six feet tall and had curly brown hair with black roots. The only thing that was abnormal about it, though, was the look of lust in his eyes and the crop in his hand. A sadistic sneer etched across his face, adding even more to his abnormal appearance. He brought the crop back up again, then struck the girl across the face.
The young girl looked to be only around eighteen, yet she looked as if she'd been through a war. There were cuts, scrapes, bruises, and welts all over her body. The most noteable ones were all over her more private regions: her breasts, ass, and cunt. At full height, she'd probably stand around five feet six. She had blond hair, which was in a mess, and blue eyes, which were stained with tears. She was kneeling on the floor with her wrists cuffed behind her back and her ankles hobbled together. An iron collar circled around her milky white neck. A chain led from the collar to the wall.
Six weeks... that was how long she'd been in this hellhole. The young captive remembered walking home from school one day when she decided to cut through some construction site. It was getting late that time... though she'd forgotten why she was late getting home. A towel from behind was pushed into her face and the next thing she knew... this sicko started the torture. At first, she was made to pleasure her kidnapper and rapist both orally and vaginally. Her anal virginity was taken away not to long afterwards. Then... a group of men from the bar upstairs joined in on the fun. That was... around four weeks ago? Every weekend, those thugs would defile her and gang rape her for their own pleasures. There was once when they came in four days in a row. She couldn't feel her three holes for a long time after that.
Those didn't compare with what her captor did to her during their little "discipline" sessions, though. The bastard would find some excuse to punish the poor girl whether it was because she didn't respond fast enough or if she didn't do something well enough. Whips, crops, canes... she took quite a few beatings.
"Fucking bitch, can't keep your eyes down like I told you to," Mark, the rapist sneered as the crop whistled through the air before cracking down against the girl's left breast.
"AAAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" The girl screamed as she felt the stroke across her mound. Another gush of tears erupted from her eyes as she tried hard not to fall over. She'd be in a lot of trouble if she fell over. Experience taught her that.
"You know, I found that voice sexy when we first started, but now it's just getting annoying," the towering man grinned as he looked down at his slave. "Hmm... should I even bother with a gag anymore? Maybe I should use something a bit more permanent."
"Please... no... not that..." the girl whimpered as she continued sobbing. "Please, I'll be good. I won't scream if you..."
"Fucking bitch! Did I say you could talk?!" The crop was raised up in the air again. Eyes of insanity glowered over the whimpering creature before him.
The wooden door to the windowless basement creaked open, revealing a third character. A heavily clothed man standing almost the same height as the man with the crop. The new arrival wore almost all black: a black leather trenchcoat, black jeans, black boots, black cap, black gloves, and a grey shirt. He also wore a white ceramic mask with a thick streak of black ink starting diagonally from his top left side.
"Ah, you must be the one here to collect the merchandise," Mark dropped his arm to his side as he greeted the expected visitor. His sneer was still on his face as he approached the masked man. "You must be that assassin I've been hearing about. Yep, that mask is the trademark of that famous killer. I heard you've killed quite a few people back in the days... what's it been? Twenty years? Working for slave traders now, huh? Nice choice, choosing a line of work that brings in the cash. Thought you'd be taller, though. What? Can't talk? Cat got your tongue? It's the bitch, isn't it? Pretty hot stuff there, know what I'm saying? I expect to be paid top dollar for this girl, alright?"
"..... not me, I'm his disciple," the masked man replied as he moved past Mark to inspect the slave girl. He knelt down and looked at the broken down girl before him. It didn't take a genius to figure out what kind of torture the girl went through. The blond tried not to look up at this unexpected guest for fear of getting hurt even more than she already had. Her body was visibly quivering as she wondered what her fate was to be.
"Huh... from your voice, you shouldn't be much older than this slut, here," Mark remarked as he looked at the masked man in surprise.
"Hello? Yes, I know... I was supposed to pick her up," an aged, but gruff voice answered. "Yeah, well... it was too much of a problem having to accept the mission and all. Don't worry though, I sent my disciple to handle it... yeah, that teen 'freak' we were talking about earlier. Don't worry, he can handle it. He might still be highschool age, but he can handle the job. He's handled a lot more blood than you'll ever see, so don't worry about it. Yes, yes, I know I've had him handle the last few mission, but... I'm useless you say?! Hey! I'm the guy who trained your killer! Now listen... Hmm... something interesting, you say? Alright, I'll come over."
"You were late on your payment... again," the man with the bloodied mask stood over the dead body of Mark. A shot to the head was all it took. The guy never saw it coming. The young assassin turned his attention towards the slave girl with even eyes. A shiver went up the captive's spine as she looked on in horror at the dead body before her. She hated that dead bastard with all her heart, but a dead body was still a dead body and this was the first time she's seen one. The youngster spoke, "now... what to do with you..."
The girl looked up at the masked man with a new kind of fright in her eyes. This man... he was supposed to be around the same age as her, too! She couldn't believe it... but there was no reason for the man to lie. Was he going to kill her? Was she going to be released? Was this man a saviour or another bastard about to rape her?
"Neither," the youngster seemed to read the young girl's mind as he knelt down beside her again. He reached up a leather glove to rub the girl's tears away, but the girl flinched at the slightest touch.
Realizing that she may had made a grave mistake, she immediately begged with her life. "Please, I didn't mean to turn away. Please... please don't... don't kill me, please... I'll do anything..."
"....." the masked man got to his feet and wielded his magnum .45 in his right hand. He carefully brought the weapon up and leveled it at the girl's face.
"Please, I'll fuck you! I'll... I'll suck you cock! Anything! Just don't kill me, please!"
The girl dropped to the floor, fainting at the sound.
No blood though.
Just fragments of what was once an iron collar.
"Hello? Shihfu?" The masked man answered his ringing cellphone. "Mission Accomplished. Huh? The girl? She's fainted for some reason... I've nothing stronger to break iron with. Are you done lecturing me, Shihfu? Why did you call me? A gift? From the client? So... no money, then? You accepted... strange... I'll talk with you later. Highschool? No, I don't plan to... why? Oh, she's awake. Shihfu... stop talking so I can hang up... thank you."
Part 2 - The Gift
"The girl's back with her family and has joined the witness protection program. Mark's body was disposed of, but not before all evidence of his past deeds were delivered to the authorities. If you must know, the girl's safe-"
"Where's my cut," Tim asked as he held out his hand, waiting expectantly.
"What are you talking about? Weren't you paying attention?" The older man grunted as he whacked his disciple over the head with a newspaper. The man was crouched over a coffee table, which had cup of coffee and a doughnut he got to go at a Tim Horton's. He looked to be in his last forties to early fifties, yet he looked to still be in good shape. He wore a t-shirt and shorts and didn't look like he took very good care of his hygiene. A cigarette was in his left hand while his other picked up a doughnut. "The client had no money, remember? He's paid us in another fashion and... hey, where you going? Show some respect to your Shihfu! Hey!"
"Home," Tim replied with a cold tone in his voice. He picked himself up off the floor of his master's apartment and headed out the door. The youngster had his mask off, yet all of his other attire was still the same. His black hair was long enough in the front to hide his silver grey eyes. He zipped up his trenchcoat all the way up and tipped his hat down so that the collar and rim would hide more of his face. As he closed the door behind him, he distinctively heard his master continue scowling him. No matter... whatever 'gift' his master recieved, it did not concern him in the least... at least that was what he thought...
"Yeah, didn't get a chance to tell him, the little shit," the aged assassin smirked into the phone. He crushed his cigarette into the ash tray as he talked. "I swear, kids these days are getting bolder! You'd think they'd... what's that? Ah, shut it..."
The young assassin stood in front of his apartment building. A fifty storey building housing over five thousand different people. It was timber-red in colour with greyish balconies and black frames around the windows and doors. He looked up at the top of the building where he was sure his room was in. His room number was 5011.
The elevator ride up was mostly eventless save for a couple kids rushing in on the third floor. They pressed all the buttons leading to all floors, making the trip up even slower. Tim left the elevator and took the second one up.
The music was boring, too.
As soon as he reached his floor, he got off the elevator and headed down the hall. Take a left turn... right turn... go all the way to the end.
He poked his key into the keyslot and turned. He pushed open the door to his single room apartment. It was just the way he had left it: lifeless. He had three kinds of furniture and electronic equipment: television set, bed, and coffee table. The kitchen was completely empty save for a pot and a pan. He opened up the refridgerator revealing only an expired carton of milk. He took the carton of milk and dropped it into the trashcan. Now the fridge was empty. Some grocery shopping was in order.
Who's there? Tim thought to himself as he approached the door. Strange... perhaps it was just a salesperson or something, but... he had to make sure. His line of work involved making quite a few number of enemies. He looked through the peep-hole, finding no one. Suspicious, but not casting away the possiblitie that it was just some kinds pulling a prank, he leaned against the wall next to the front door.
He reached his left hand into his pocket where his knife was as he stretched his right hand to touch the doorknob. He turned the knob, then cautiously opened it up a crack to look outside. He pushed his right foot to open the door the rest of the way.
He looked down.
"Um... he... hello..." a strange young girl was kneeling there, looking up at Tim. "I'm... I... hello..."
Tim blinked as he looked down at this stranger. The girl looked to be about the same age as himself. She had light brown hair and grassy dark green eyes. She had very well-tanned looking skin and appeared to have a very small body frame. What truly mattered the most, however, was the way she was dressed.
Tim blinked again.
"Please, can I... can I please come in? It's cold out here," the young girl begged as she shivered in the hallway. Well no wonder she was cold, she was naked! She wore 5 inch heel shoes and a red ribbon around her neck. Her wrists were tied behind her back by even more ribbon, causing her pierced B-cup breasts to jut out. On each of her nipples, she wore gold rings that looked like they couldn't be removed without cutting anything. Her ankles were hobbled together by a third string of ribbon.
"....." Tim simply nodded his head with a dull expression on his face. He used the knife in his pocket to cut the ribbons between the girl's feet and wrists. Afterwards, he help the stranger to her feet and into his apartment. Once they were inside and the door was closed, he motioned for the girl to sit on the couch. Once she did, the young assassin began his questions, "who?"
"Who? Um... Mr. Biggs... he... he told me I had to... I..." the young girl would had probably cried if she wasn't surprised by the question. "That I belong to you, now."
Mr. Biggs... Tim remembered that man as the previous client he worked for. Well... that explained a bit. He took out his cellphone and called his Shihfu. Time for the ol' gun slinger to explain what's going on.
"Hello? Hey, Tim! Did you get the gift, yet?" The aged assassin asked with a chuckle. "Heard she's top-notch material!"
"Shihfu, what the hell?" Tim asked.
"What? I thought you'd appreciate some-"
"What the hell?"
"-some fine pussy every once in a while," the older assassin continued. "You see, I was a bit skeptical when that Biggs fellow wanted to pay in another way. When I first found out what the other payment method was, I immediately thought of you!"
"What the hell?"
"Hey, if you continue the way you do, you'll probably end up like a monk or something. Live your life for once! Have some fun! You're only young once, you know!"
"What the hell?"
"Oh! Gotta go! Duty calls, ya know? Enjoy!"
"....." Tim looked down at his cellphone with an icy glare in his eyes. He set it down on the coffee table for he was tempted to break it. He turned towards the girl whom was apparently his new slave. He turned away and headed out the door, "there's extra clothes in the closet along with ten dollars. If you value your life, stay hidden and don't mention your slave life to anyone."
"Wait, are you kicking me out?" The girl's eyes widened as soon as she heard those words. She immediately got to her feet with a shocked expression on her face.
"You're free. What's the problem?" Tim asked as he looked over his shoulder to regard the girl.
"I... it's just that... please don't kick me out! I've no where else to go!" The girl exclaimed as she grabbed hold of the young assassin's arm. "I can't go back! I have no one to turn to anymore. Please! Your... your master told me this was the safest place I could ever be!"
"What do you mean," Tim asked as he turned around to face the nearly crying girl.
"They... those bastards... I'm sorry, please don't tell them I called them that... but... I'm a wanted criminal because of them! No one'd believe me even if I told them. Even if I leave this room, they'd just find a way to track me down, again. Even worse, they'll punish me because you rejected me. My parents... they're both dead and... and..."
"... do whatever you want!" Tim grunted angrily as he shrugged off the slave girl. He had other business to deal with anyway and none of them involved babysitting. What was his Shihfu thinking?
With that in mind, he walked out the door, slamming it shut behind him. The door was locked shut leaving the strange girl all alone in this new strange place.
"Please... I've no where else..." the slave girl fell to her knees and sobbed.
Part 3 - Voices
The sun was out and the clouds were sparse... under normal circumstances, this would be a pretty good day. Kids were running around playing tag on the streets. Old men and women were out sitting on the benches, possibly intending to feed the pigeons that weren't there. Well... they looked like it, anyways. Tim's apartment building was located near where a lot of small-business shops were set up. Some of these shops weren't from small companies, though, like the McDonalds around the corner or the Tim Hortons next to it. Most of them, though, like Bob's Pizzeria or the Twin's Tailor House, couldn't be found anywhere else.
The youngster pulled out a pair of sunglasses from his inner jacket and put them on. He tucked both hands into his pockets as he walked past a group of skate-boarders, no doubt taking turns practicing jumping the curb. After walking for what seemed like twenty minutes, he stopped in front of a diner: Daring Dungeon Diner. Before entering, he briefly wondered for a moment what the owner was on when he came up with that name.
"Tim," the cook/owner nodded his head towards the new arrival.
"The usual, please," Tim said as he sat down at the counter, to the far left against the wall. He hunched over the stool as he looked around at the others.
The place was a mess, but... not so much as to violate any health or safety codes. All four walls were painted green with a blue ceiling and purple floor tiles. The tables were occupied only by a handful of people: some business man with a laptop, some elderly woman with a dog, couple of kids his age on a date... did he know those two somewhere? Never mind.
"Alright, one egg with bacon and fries, poached with extra ketchup," the cook exclaimed as he got to work on the food preparations.
So you want to learn to kill
Tim snapped his head up. Now where did that come from? Before he knew it, he realized he dozed off for a few minutes.
"Just a couple more minutes," the cook shouted from the kitchen.
Tim simply nodded his head, then dozed off again.
"What's that brat doing up this time of night?" A voice. "Hey! I'm talking to you! Shouldn't you be getting home? Your mom'll worry!"
Leave me alone
"What's that? Little prick, tried being nice to you."
"Hey, just leave that kid alone, will ya?"
Just leave me.
"Hell no. Dipshit needs to be taught a lesson."
Leave me... alone.
"Holy shit! He's got a knife!"
"Hey! You eating those or not? If you don't want to, I'll just take it back." A hand reached out to grab the plate.
Tim's hand stopped the plate from leaving. "Leave... leave it."
"Heh... alright, wasn't sure if you were up to it or not," the cook/owner replied as he went to tend to another customer.
Tim looked down at the food before him.
One egg, poached. Two bacons. Four fries. Extra Ketchup.
He lifted the plate and grabbed the photo that was underneath.
One hostage, female, kidnapped. Two armed and known dangerous men. Four henchmen, just small fries. Extra money for completion.
New mission aquired.
"Thanks Ernie," Tim said as he left the diner, without touching his food.
"It's Bert," the cook replied with a toothy grin as he took back the food.
New mission accepted.
Tim reached the base of his building to find a crowd of people. There were ambulances, cop cars, fire trucks... too much commotion for anything simple. There were no evidence of fire nor any sign of a car crash. A robbery? No... that doesn't explain the fire trucks... does it?
"She was so young, too!"
"Why do you think she jumped?"
"Broken heart? Things like these happen."
"Nah, probably stress from exams and such."
Behind the sunglasses, Tim's eyes went wide. He rushed past the crowd to get a better look at the patient. He had to know... he just had to... but she was already in a body bag.
"Anyone know who she was? Didn't look familiar."
Why was this affecting him? He's seen plenty of dead bodies. Most of those dead bodies was his doing, too. So...
"Um... what's going on?" That voice. Tim whirled around.
"You," was all Tim could get out.
Relief? Doesn't make sense. Barely knew this girl for half an hour. If he had any feelings, why didn't he feel anything for the one who really died? No wait... did he?
"Uh... um... yeah," the apparently very much alive slave girl replied as she juggled some grocery bags. She wore a pair of black jeans and a white t-shirt along with a pair of sandals. These were no doubt taken from Tim's closet. "Um... not to... but... could you..."
"What're you doing here?" Tim asked as he grabbed the the bags from the girl's arms. His voice was cold and even for he wanted to get an answer right away.
"Um... well... you told me to do whatever I want, so... I wanted to cook something for you... to make myself useful and maybe convince you to let me stay, but you didn't have anything in your house, so... I used the $10..." the girl kept babbling on, afraid of what may happen if she stopped. "I... um... what's going on here?"
"I believe one of my neighbours committed suicide. From what I gather so far, she supposedly either died from a heartbreak or stress from exams," Tim replied as he jerked a thumb towards the crowd. Afterwards, he made his way towards the building.
"Really? That's horrible! Uh... wait for me?" The girl asked as she followed the young assassin into the elevator. "So... can I stay, yet?"
"Only if you tell me your name and your story," Tim replied as he clasped his hands behind his back. The grocery bags bounced off the back of his legs. The doors of the elevator shut once both the assassin and the slave girl were inside. "Your real name, please."
"My... my name is Eria Fitzgerald, I'm 19 years old and I've been a slave girl for 6 years," Eria introduced herself.
"Tiehhsin Ying, but you can call me Tim," Tim replied. "I'm 17 years old and I've been an assassin's assistant for 10 years. Officially for 7 years."
"Wha... you're younger than me?!"
The elevator doors opened up.
It took a bit of coaxing, some more tears from Eria, and a kitchen fire before the story could unfold.
Eria was around the age of 13 when it all began. It was the last day of school, just a day after report cards. Of course, report card day didn't exactly go very well. Well... she managed to get an A in history, but didn't do so well in all the other subjects. Mostly D's... one F... a couple of C's. She was told to come straight home after school, even though she wanted to hang out at her friend's place. Well... she went to her friend's place anyway and went home two hours later.
The young girl arrived home, but... something was wrong. The door was unlocked... which usually never was even if someone was home... and it was extremely dark inside. She was half-tempted to turn around and run to a neighbour's house to call the police, but she also wanted to know what happened. Going against her better judgement, she cracked open the door and stepped inside. That was all it took.
When Eria finally came too, she found herself in a world of darkness. For a minute there, she was afraid that she had gone blind, then she realized that she was blindfolded by duct-tape. She was lying down on a wooden table and, with great shock, was completely naked. Her arms were strapped down together above her head with even more duct-tape. Her ankles were spread out, much to her horror, allowing cold cool air to carress her nether regions.
"What you mean we're only getting a thousand? This is quality material here!" A voice belonging to a man most likely in his mid to late thirties. The voice was quite angry and created an echo in the area. An echo... where was this place?
"Listen, boss? I think she's awake," another voice... possibly younger.
"And how the fuck would you know? You can't even see her fucking eyes!" The first voice shouted angrily as he stomped around, pounding the concrete floor with heavy boots. "Can't you see I'm... no sir, I wasn't talking to you. Now about the price... what you mean it's final? I'm getting you some pure-bred american pussy here!"
"Uh, sir? I think she's half-"
"Don't you fuck around with me! She's a blond ten year old from america and that's all I need to know!"
"Ye-yes s-sir," the younger voice stammered, not daring to correct his boss' mistakes anymore.
Eria was about to open her mouth to say something, but quickly snapped it shut after hearing the two gunshots. She was too afraid to say anything at this point and simply prayed for her own safety. She was shivering in fear and sweat was pouring out of her skin. What did these people want with her? How long was she going to be here?
"You, you, and you! Go switch with the guards outside!"
Guards? From the sound of it, there were three of them. How many of them are there? How many saw her naked?! If Eria could, she'd widen her eyes in horror at the possibilities that could occur. The most disconcerting of them, next to being killed, was being raped by all the men here.
"Are we even going to get to sample that pussy? I'm no real paedophille, mind you, but you've got to admit that for an thirteen-year old, she's pretty hot," a third voice asked.
"Thirteen? You sure? I knew she was an early-bloomer, but damn! I thought she'd at least be fifteen." A fourth voice.
"Hmph, it'll lower her price, but it doesn't sound like we're going to get much for her anyways," the first voice grunted.
Eria had the horrible feeling that they were looking at her. She squirmed in her binds, trying to will the thoughts out of her mind. They couldn't really be looking at her naked young body with hungry lustful eyes. They couldn't really be planning to rip her of her virginity and defile her... could they?
"Hold still, this'll all be over real quick if you don't fight back," the first voice growled into Eria's left ear. Like hell she wasn't going to fight back! All four kidnappers had to hold her down to keep her from thrashing about. However, a sharp slap to the face was enough to stop the trashing. "I told you to hold still! Was going to go easy on you, but it looks like we'll have to do this the hard way, won't we?"
With that said, a hand grabbed hold of Eria's left budding breast. The bound girl felt another hand going up her right leg towards... Eria screeched and cried out. Another slap to the other cheek wasn't enough to keep her quiet, but she lowered her voice a bit so that she was able to beg for mercy.
"Please, don't! Not there!" Eria begged as she tried to wriggle away from the hands.
"Someone shut her up already," the first voice growled. Two hands were on the captured girl now, carressing and rubbing in a circular motion. A finger and a thumb took hold of the left nipple and twisted it. Eria screamed out at this, encouraging one of the guards to shut her up.
"No teeth, got that?" The third voice commanded as another pair of hands grabbed hold of Eria's head. Something soft and fleshy was poking at her lips. It didn't take long for Eria to figure out what was expected of her. Afraid of what would happen if she disobeyed, she swallowed her pride and opened her mouth. As soon as her mouth was opened, the tool was immediately thrusted into her. "Oh yeah... knew you were a natural at this."
The hand on Eria's left nipple stopped twisting it. A second later, something moist and softer touched the young nipple, eliciting a moan from the bound girl. Another tongue was felt on the right nipple, causing the moans to grow louder with each passing second. Then a third tongue began attacking even lower...
"Ah..." Eria grunted into the cock in her mouth. She, of course, had no experience giving head to anyone, but the man on top of her probably didn't mind. She opted to breathe through the nose and tried to do her best, namely move her head back and forth. It was hard to concentrate on anything though, what with the new and strange sensations happening to her body. Especially... oh! The tongue attacking her pussy had just found the clit!
"Oh man... these will definately sell on the black market!" A fifth voice! Although Eria could not see, she recognized the sound of a camera going off. Someone was taking pictures of her and they were going to sell those pictures! Not only was she getting raped, but now everyone was going to know about it! Horrified at this thought, she tried to protest only to be reminding of the cock that was still in her mouth.
"Heh, fucking cunt. Did your mommy and daddy ever tell you what they did for a living?" The first voice, coming from between her legs, smirked. "Did they ever tell you that they're fucking crooks? Well... last time they stole from the wrong people, know that? They tried to steal from me, but I showed them. I've got fucking evidence of all their past crimes, which I've already turned over to the police, but I'm not going to just let them go to jail. Oh no... I've got something even worse in store from them. Not only is the cat out of the bag, but I made sure they went to hell for it."
"Mrmphf!!!" Eria grunted as she realized what the man in charge was telling her. She only found out recently about her parents' activities, but... what was she supposed to do? Turn her own parents in? She questioned her parents' 'career' choice, but she loved them with all her heart. Now they're dead....
"Heh... made it look like they skipped town, so your disappearance won't be unusual. Even if, by some miracle, you make it out of all this alive, the cops will be on your ass in an instant. The child of two criminals... they might believe your story, but they also might think you're just being creative in trying to cover for your mommy and daddy. You'll be thrown in jail until you give up your parents' location... which is a place the police will never reach."
Eria started sobbing, trying to block out what this... evil... EVIL voice was telling her. Her muscles slackened, for she found herself defeated. She no longer had to will to go on... not after all that was said. She tried with all her might to disbelieve what her captor was telling her. She tried to believe that her parents were still alive somewhere and was going to burst through the door any minute now. She tried to believe that police was with her parents, on their side. On HER side.
"Now, let's give this pussy a ride," the one in charge smirked as he shooed the others away from Eria's body. Eria felt the hands and tongue on her breasts move away along with the cock in her mouth. She immediately tensed up in anticipation for what was going to happen next. She was right to tense up in anticipation. Her rapist's cock was already rubbing itself up and down her entrance.
"Please... don't..." Eria sobbed lifelessly.
"Don't worry, this won't hurt... much," the monster grinned as he forced his organ all the way into the young girl's thirteen year old body.
"AAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" Eria screamed loudly in pain as she felt her hymen tear apart. She thrashed about again, trying to get rid of the pain, trying to get rid of the vile serpent inside of her. She couldn't see a soul. She couldn't see a sight. She couldn't see any light that could save her at the moment.
"Oh... so tight..." the beastly voice growled as the leader rocked his hips back and forth. He pulled out his cock all the way until only the head was still inside, only to ram it all the way back in. He continued this motion over and over again, grunting with pleasure all the way through.
"Please... stop... hurts..." Eria sobbed.
"So tight... such a fucking tight cunt," the man in charge grunted as his cock spasmed. He quickly pulled out his cock and shot his load all over Eria's stomache and thighs. Eria felt the emptiness in her love canal, wondering what exactly had happened. The one in charge turned towards the others, "a pregnant slave girl can't exactly fetch a lot, unless of course, if the brat were a girl. Heh... don't exactly want to risk it, though. So all you other guys, put on some rubber before taking a turn with her. Besides, not exactly trusting that you're all clean, know what I'm saying? Once you're done, tell those other guards they can have their turn."
Eria whimpered in pain as she felt another cock press against her opening. Each of the other thugs were just as rough, if not rougher than the man in charge. In the background, she could vaguely hear some more discussion over the phone concerning her price. She didn't hear very much, however, for she had other matters to deal with.
After taking two more fuckings, Eria took the next one with the addition of another cock in her mouth. One of them got impatient and decided to get a blow job while the next guy fucked the slave girl. Eria ended up taking a total of nine cocks in her pussy and three cocks in her mouth. Her body was completely soaked in sweat and cum in the aftermath, yet the thugs weren't finished just yet. The ones who went earlier had enough time to recupperate and came back for seconds. The ones whom did not get a blow job fucked Eria in the mouth. The ones whom did not get to fuck Eria in the pussy, still fucked her in the mouth.
Once the gang rape was done and over with, Eria was left alone the empty building for the night. She sobbed and cried in pain as she tried to block out the events that had just happened. Her normal life was now over and if she didn't live as a slave girl, she would have to live as a criminal... or at least the only link to a pair of criminals. Either way, the authorities will want some answers and she had none to give... at least none she wanted to give. She continued sobbing until she finally fell asleep from the exhaustion.
She was sold the next day for a couple thousand dollars. She found herself in the possession of many masters and mistresses for the next few years. She was either sold off to make room for even newer slaves or given away to repay debts. It was when she found herself in the possession of an elderly businessman when she first met... him.
"Hello there, you must've went through alot," a middle-aged man smiled down on the nineteen year old Eria.
Eria immediately cringed in fear at the sight of the man. Six years of slavery had whethered away her willpower and made her meek and timid. She was too afraid to pull away from the man's reach. She was too afraid to approach. She was too afraid to speak. Too afraid to do anything. Afraid to the point where she stopped caring.
"Okay, so the dealie here is that you don't touch her and I work for you, right?" The middle-aged man smirked as he turned towards Eria's current master.
"Yes, yes... of course, anything for the help of the legendary gunslinger," the elderly man replied with a devilish grin. "Along with your usual payment, of course. I don't really understand, though. Why do you want to help a slave girl?"
"Help? You must be mistaken," the middle-aged man replied. "I'm just doing some old friends a favour, ya know what I'm saying?"
"Wait... what?" Tim blinked at this new information. "Shihfu said that?"
"I... I don't really understand it myself..." Eria replied, looking down at the floor between her feet. For some reason, she had stopped crying at this point and simply sat on the couch with an empty look in her eyes.
Tim turned his attention back on the girl in front of him, unsure as to what to do. He wasn't sure whether or not he was qualified to... take care of someone with so much emotional baggage. Hell, he wasn't sure if he could even take care of himself. He clasped his hands together and rested his chin on his index fingers. He looked hard at Eria for a few more seconds in order to decide what to do. Finally, he got up and walked towards the front door.
"We'll need an extra key," Tim said in his usual monotonous tone of voice.
Part 4 - Written Off From Day One
"Poached egg all alone. Poached egg all alone. Four fries out. Four fries out. Bacons still about. Bacons still about." Tim rasped into his cellphone. The young teen was standing on top of a tall building with a pair of binoculars in his other hand. He lifted the binoculars up to his eyes and looked towards the third floor of the building across. Through the window, he could see a young woman possibly in her late twenties tied down to a chair. Lying on the floor around her were four young men, bleeding to their deaths.
Tim snapped his cellphone shut and tucked it into his jacket pocket. At his feet behind him was an AWP sniper rifle. The weapon served its purpose and will only be a burden to him if he continued carrying it around. Besides, Shihfu hired someone to pick up any ammunitions and weapons left behind. Snapping on his white mask, he dropped the binoculars next to the sniper rifle and made his way downstairs. He had some work to do...
Eria lived with the youngster for a couple of months, doing whatever she could to earn her keep. She made it a habit to cook dinner and clean up the apartment. Somehow... perhaps just from Eria living there... the place seemed less empty. Tim noticed this, but made no note of it. He continued what he had to do and ignored the fact that he was the owner of a slave girl two years older than him.
"You knew her parents?"
"Of course. Went way back with 'em! Who'd ya think provided all the artillery, huh?"
Shadows were the best places to hide. They're especially good with dark clothing. Tim wasn't here to hide, however. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his favoured magnum .45 and got ready for the hunt.
"You know... I kinda miss my usual source of firepower. They went missing last year, ya know? Got found out, heh..."
"Uh huh... right."
"Need a bazooka? They'll deliver in less than a week! Now? Gotta wait fer half a month and it's still not here!"
One bacon upstairs in the washroom. One bacon downstairs doing... something... strange with a hooker. Of course, there were other people around, but the building was mostly abandoned. The rent here was extremely cheap what with the rumours of a ghost living here and all. The rumour... gave Tim an idea.
"Hey boy! Come with me! I'd like you to meet the Fitzgeralds, alright?"
"Mission, remember Shihfu?"
"Alright, alright. Next time then. Sheesh, you take this more seriously than I do."
Swiftly and silently. As swift as the wind. As silent as the shadows. Leave no witnesses. The art of assassination.
"So you want to learn to kill?" A middle-aged man with an umbrella in the rain.
A young boy around six years old looked up at the strange man. A blood-stained face and cold, even eyes. He nodded his head... yes, he wanted to learn to kill. Even though he had already done that just a few seconds ago.
"To kill... and to die... simple things," Tim muttered as he looked down at the dead man at his feet. The washroom floor was stained with blood and empty shells. In order to not attract any attention from the other armed man, Tim opted to strangle the first one. Of course, the one he strangled managed to fire off a few rounds, flushing the young assassin's efforts down the toilet. The man was armed and dangerous... but not dangerous enough.
"Why did you follow me?" Tim asked as he turned around to face Eria. He wore his usual dark attire with the black trench coat and sunglasses.
The cemetary was a scary place at night, especially when you were alone. The graves were well tended to for there were no weeds in sight. The grass was green and trimmed to a reasonable length. This did not help the fact that this was a place where the dead rested. The dark and the silence, however, neither scared nor appealed to the young assassin. Death was a part of his job, afterall. It was the very grave he came to visit that affected him the most.
"I... I... I'm sorry, I didn't mean..." Eria stammered as she looked away from the younger teen.
"Never mind," Tim turned away from Eria and faced the grave in front of him.
June 12, 1985
December 26, 1998
"Um... so... is she a relative of yours?" Eria asked, looking at the name on the tombstone. She made a note of the year of birth and year of death. The current year was 2016. That meant that... Emmeline died at age 13 sometime around Tim was born.
"....." Tim simply nodded his head as he knelt before the grave. He laid some flowers before the tombstone and stayed silent for a few seconds longer. He answered, "she's my mother."
Tim snapped back to reality as he heard footsteps coming his way. It was time to dissappear.
"Oh... so... you were put up for adoption?"
"No... I was written off from day one."
"Hey, Bill! What happened here? I heard gunshots!" The remaining armed thug shouted down the hallway. It was very fortunate for Tim that the only one standing between himself and the 'prize' was an extremely stupid kidnapper. The young assassin hoped that this 'bacon' was just as equally a coward as he was an idiot.
Tim thought of doing some... creative work with the dead body of the first armed thug. It involved some rope and a hunting knife. It also involved playing messenger of doom with blood. He decided to just go with the rope.
"Wha... Oh my fucking g-"
The still living thug was no longer still living.
"Rape is a horrible thing that affects everyone in a negative way," Tim said as he sat crosslegged in front of his mother's tombstone. His voice nor his face showed any emotion whatsoever. The whole story was explained in a monotonous tone of voice. "I wonder what would had happened if one of those three abortion attempts actually succeeded?"
"Please let me go. If it's money you want, I'll give it to you!"
What familiar words Tim heard every time he was given a rescue mission. With the white mask on and the black attire, not to mention the weaponry, he must look very intimidating. Then again... that was the whole point of dressing up the way he did. He began to wonder what his Shihfu was thinking, sending him on assignments that required... talking to people. Come to think of it, he could barely remember the last time the old legendary gunslinger did any work at all.
"I was born nine months after Emmeline's rape. The rapist... last I heard, he's still rotting away in jail," Tim continued his story. "The relatives on my mother's side of the family took care of me for the first year. I was passed around alot, though I don't really blame them. Finally, I was placed in an orphanage in the hands of people whom also didn't want me. Left that place when I was five. Continued living on the streets till I was six. Then, I became Shihfu's assistant assassin."
"Did you... did you kill... a lot of people? Innocent people, I mean?" Eria asked, her voice evidently quivering.
"None I killed deserved to live. Shihfu made sure of that," Tim replied as he looked down at the ground. "In the world underground, it's kill or be killed. Not one of us deserve to live. I will keep on killing until I can kill no more. I'll drag as many as I can down to hell with me."
A third one... Tim cursed under his breathe for overlooking this fact. He ignored the fact that there was a possibility that the information he was given was slightly inaccurate. It wasn't that rare a case for him, but it was still uncommon enough for him not to worry too much over. Fortunately, the shots he took were not serious enough to kill him instantly.
"The hell are you? You a cop?! Huh?!" Great, another brain-dead chimp with an assault rifle. Then again... chimpanzees were smart, this guy wasn't. Unfortunately, when your firing arm got clipped by a bullet, thereby resulting in dropping your gun, all that mattered about your enemy's intelligence was that they were smart enough to fire a bullet.
Three shots to the stomache. Two to the left ankle. One in the shoulder. Not even the fact that this thug didn't know a thing about burst-fire was going to save him now.
The apartment seemed... different. At first, it was hard to pinpoint what exactly changed, until Tim opened up the refridgerator to find it quite full of groceries. He blinked a few times, then grabbed a carton of orange juice. He never had orange juice before.
If he tried to retrieve his magnum, he'd be dead. If he reached for his second gun, he'd die before he got the chance to shoot. Therefore, all he could do was use his good leg and pushed the hostage safely away from the line of fire.
In that moment, he closed his eyes and awaited for death. This was the very moment he had been waiting for, afterall. A bullet to the head was all it took to end his life.
"I'm not afraid to die."
"Then you're a fool, boy."
"Are you... afraid of becoming like..." Eria asked.
"Yes," Tim replied as a matter of factly.
"Is that why... you don't... won't... you know..." Eria stammered again.
"Yes," Tim repeated as he stared at the carton of orange juice in his hand. "You bought orange juice?"
"Yes," Eria replied as she shifted her feet and looked nervously away.
"......" Two glasses were set on the table. "Do you want to?"
"Uh... no... yes... I don't know..."
I'm not afraid to die.
A good assassin always carries an extra weapon.
I'm not afraid to die.
An excellent assassin always hides an extra weapon.
I'm not afraid to die.
The best of the best can conjure one out of thin air.
"Please come back."
I don't want to die.
Tim grabbed a glass shard with his good hand off the floor and flung it at his enemy. The shard of glass planted itself right into the armed thug's left eye, blinding the man terribly. Red blood gushed out and bullets sprayed in random directions. A single, well aimed bullet could end a man's life.
A single, well aimed bullet ended a man's life.
There were now five dead bodies and two living ones in the room. One of the living ones was tied to a chair, sobbing away. The other was kneeling on the floor amongst shattered glass, sobbing away.
"So, mission accomplished, eh? The hostage has been retrieved safe and sound, huh? That's good to... what? Well... ya gotta do what ya gotta do... what? No, I'm not mad. Strange huh? Betcha expected more of a reaction from me, huh? Don't worry bout it! I've still got my share to live off of... nope, I'm out as well, ya know? Figured might as well quit what with not doing any actual killing for a while and... don't give me that tone! I'm your shihfu! Show me some respect, ya hear?! Hello? Brat! How dare you hang up on me!"
"Sheesh, kids these days... no respect at all!"
Underground doctors were hard to find these days, but Tim had enough connections with the underworld. It was the unlicensed doctors... those whom were unable to achieve their medical degrees... they were the ones to look for. One month was all it took for Tim to heal, dispite the lack of reputation the med-school dropouts held.
"Are you sure about this?" Tim asked as he came out of the washroom and into the... room. One room apartment, remember?
"I'm... sure," Eria stammered as she looked away from her 'owner'. She was sitting on the bed, completely naked. She looked up at the young ex-assassin and asked, "are you sure?"
"Yes," Tim nodded in the affirmative as he approached his 'slave girl'. He reached out a trembling hand, pulling out all his courage just to... taking out ten gangster with machine guns was ten time easier than this!
"It's okay... this isn't... you know..." Eria said as she reached out and took hold of Tim's trembling hand. She pulled it towards herself and pressed her cheek up against it. Her eyes... they were bright this time. They were still the same grassy dark green as when Tim first saw them. Yet... they were somehow bright at the same time.
"....." Tim leaned down and kissed Eria on the lips. This was enough of a spark to start the fire.
The young ex-assassin continued locking lips with the young ex-slave girl. Their tongues entertwined and danced together like moths around an open flame. The lied down together on the bed, holding each other as if for dear life. The storm was strong and the winds even stronger. They held each other as if they were on a sailing ship, journeying for safe ground.
Tim nuzzled his face into Eria's neck, lining it with butterfly kisses. Eria responded with a suppressed moan of pleasure. She grabbed hold of the back of the younger teen's head as the line of kisses made their way downwards. Two hands groped the breasts, moving them up and down. Eria moaned again in pleasure, her face turning a deep shade of red. Tim's face also went red. He bent down and gently sucked the nipple between his teeth. This elicited even more moaning on Eria's part and even redder faces on both of them.
"I... do I put it in now?" Tim asked as he looked up from Eria's breasts.
"Um... yeah, g-go ahead," Eria stammered as she looked away, then looked back up at her lover. She shifted herself so that she was sitting slightly up on the bed. This way, she could reached in between the young man's legs and grab hold of the cock. She gently stroked it with one hand while her other jiggled the balls.
Tim leant forward, his tool obviously protruding at full erection. He allowed Eria to lead the head of the cock towards the pussy. His hands went upwards so that he could grab hold of the bed's headboard. Then, he cautiously rubbed his cock against the entrance of Eria's womanhood. At Eria's direction, he gently squeezed the head of his cock past the lips. He moved his head down and gently kissed Eria again.
Eria wrapped her legs tightly around Tim's waist for a better hold. At that, Tim continued as gently as he could to push the rest of his manhood into the love canal. Both groaned with pleasure and upon hearing each other, they opened their eyes and gazed at each other. One was lost in a world of dark green grass. The other was lost in the light of the silver grey moon.
They rocked their hips together, at first clumsily and out of synch. However, after a few unsuccessful attempts, they developed a rhythm together and moved together as one. Tim would pull away his cock at the same time that Eria would pull away her pussy. Then, while the head was still inside, they'd push themselves together and listen to the sound of flesh upon flesh. Skin upon skin. Only the thin... yet thick layer of a condom separated the cock from the pussy. That did not matter, however, for they could still feel each other.
"I'm... going to eja... e... come," Tim grunted as he could feel the fluids rising to the tip of his cock.
"So... so am I..." Eria blushed as she felt the spasms in her pussy.
Then, the two of them came together. Tim shot out his white fluids, grunting as load after load came out. Eria screamed in pleasure as she felt herself let go. Every muscle in her body went off at once, sapping her of energy and sending it straight to her heart and soul.
"Was it... was it good?" Tim asked as he looked down into Eria's grassy green eyes.
"Yeah... it was," Eria replied as she looked up at Tim's silver grey eyes. She reached up and they kissed.
"Hello? Shihfu? Yeah, I'm just calling to ask... for a favour," Tim said as he spoke into his cellphone. He was out on the balcony, enjoying the scenery. Eria was still inside, fast asleep on... their bed. A deep breathe later, Tim asked, "can you help me get into a highschool near here?"
Unknown to Tim, his shihfu was chuckling silently to himself. The ancient gunslinger set his cup of Tim Hortons down on the ground. Somewhere in the city, there was a park full of lush green forestry. The silver full moon was out and shining down upon this greenery. Night time had never looked so good before.