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Post by Alexander Frazier on Jun 21, 2007 4:54:37 GMT -5
A boy stumbled through the rain. He carried only one small bag, but acted as if it was made of depleted uranium. He trudged through yet another drift as he thought about how he had gotten there. Could he go back? No. Dieing of cold would be better than going back. He pulled his thin denim jacked around his frail shoulders and trudged on. He glared at the ground as he continued running through the storm.
It wasn't often that the city got this kind of storm, and the road crews were not prepared for it. All the roads were covered with at least two feet of water, four in some drifts. It was a rousing twenty degrees out and all the boy had on was a tee shirt, a denim jacket, and some jeans.
He continued to plow forward, not noticing how numb his legs were. He made it to the South part of the city, he didn't know where he was going any more, so that was a good enough place. He caught his foot on something in the water and went down. He tried for a moment to get up, but it wasn't worth it. He lay there, ready and willing to die.
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Post by Ryan Valmont on Jun 21, 2007 5:02:43 GMT -5
Ryan was running through the roads of the south side, trying to reach his home before he got soaking wet but judging from the weather that wasn’t something possible.
He was a couple of meters away from his house when he suddenly stumbled onto something, his heart pounded and his mind froze as he saw a body.
He leaned down and tried to untangle it from whatever it was he was caught on.
“oh, my lord, are you okey…” he asked as he laid the boy on his knees, shaking him slightly to see if he was still conscious.
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Post by Alexander Frazier on Jun 21, 2007 5:12:58 GMT -5
Xander was never been in worse condition before; his full lips were blue, and his skin ashen white. Even in his half-frozen state, the boy was a wonder. His face was angelic, pleasantly androgynous. He had long raven hair that fell to his ears in the front and between his shoulder blades in the back. He had a sweet little nose, pouty lips, and long dark eyelashes. The rest of him was skin and bone. Anyone could tell that once, this boy had been well built and full of lithe muscle, but now he just looked like a jumble of sticks in a human shaped sack.
The boy moved gently in Ryan's arms and seemed to relax slightly, only occasionally spasmodic shiver racking his body. He was warmed up by the heath of the other man. Xander loved the feeling of being held in the stranger's arms, he held him like a baby and was overwhelmingly grateful to realized that he was still able to breathe, if shallowly. He got hypotermia, not so bad but made him all weak and unable to talk--soon he found himself lay unconcious
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Post by Ryan Valmont on Jun 21, 2007 5:19:12 GMT -5
Ryan looked at this beautiful figure in front of him, even in death he lay peaceful, but there was no way he would allow him to die… not in a long shot.
Glad that he had well built muscles, Ryan picked the boy up and started to run through the rain, reaching his house soon enough he unlocked the door and laid the boy on the couch.
Dashing to his room, he got a blanket at threw it on the floor. There was no way this boy was going to survive unless he got out of the wet clothes… and either he wanted to or not, Ryan had to do it.
Slowly he took off every article of clothing the other boy was wearing… leaving him naked and fully exposed on the couch.
Ryan didn’t pay any attention to his nakedness as he picked up the blanket and lovingly coiled it around the other male.
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Post by Alexander Frazier on Jun 21, 2007 5:26:39 GMT -5
The boy opened his eyes. He looked around at a strange room. He seemed to be weightless, then found a strange man looking at him. The boy realized that the man's hand was approaching him and he tried pulled away. The blanket sloshed. The boy looked down and found that he was in a couch, with nothing to cover since the blanket was now on the floor by his recent sudden movement. He was naked. He quickly tried to cover himself with his hands, but his hands were too small. He looked at the man again.
"Who are you? Where am I?" The little boy's voice was raw, but it didn't hurt much to talk any more. His eyes, his brilliant baby blue eyes were looking straight into the stranger's eyes, curious.
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Post by Ryan Valmont on Jun 21, 2007 5:30:42 GMT -5
Ryan walked over to the boy as he saw him regain his consciousness, he seemed frightened, like a baby kitten that had just lost its way home.
“I’m Ryan, Ryan Valmont… if you’ve heard of me…” he said as he walked closer to the fireplace, lighting a fire to keep the room warm enough.
“I found you liying on the ground half dead, so I brought you here…” he said as the flames suddenly jumped alight, filling the room with a passionate red colour.
“You were half dead…”
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Post by Alexander Frazier on Jun 21, 2007 5:37:44 GMT -5
Xander looked at the man for a while before finally able to recognized his face; of course... He had seen him on TV, how could he forgot how he used to drool on those charming eyes of his? He nodded his head while his hands still trying to covering his nakedness, his blue eyes travelled around the room before back again to Ryan's.
"Xander" he said slowly, "Xander Frazier" He pronounced his last name like Fah-ser. He was hesitant giving this away, but the man had probably just saved his life. Then he just stared at the man for a minute, as if Ryan was going to eat him.
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Post by Ryan Valmont on Jun 21, 2007 5:44:13 GMT -5
Nice to meet you Xander” Ryan replied as he turned around to look at the boy once more, noticing that his blanket had slipped off.
“You know, I did give you that so you could stay warm… not get colder” he said as he picked it up and gave it to the boy.
He didn’t know what was wrong with this teenager, it was certainly hard to understand him and his actions.
“So Xander, where do you live?”
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Post by Alexander Frazier on Jun 21, 2007 5:50:45 GMT -5
Xander nodded his thanks and put the blanket around him again, his eyes till following each and every gesture of Ryan's. He knew he shouldn't stare, but in presence of one so godly, it was hard not to. He gupled when the man asked where he lived but decided to answer it honestly; he owe him that muc anyway.
"I'm running away" he told him, "from my pimp. so currently I have no place to call home and I live anywhere warm enough to"
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Post by Ryan Valmont on Jun 21, 2007 5:56:37 GMT -5
Ryan raised an eye brow as he looked down at the boy sitting on his couch.
His pimp? Ryan thought to himself as he sat down on the opposite couch… no no no there was no possibility, he should have heard wrong.
“What do you mean your pimp, you cant be a hooker!” he said as he looked somewhat worried.
He knew that things like this were going on everywhere, but he didn’t know that they had infested the island of passion fruit as well.
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Post by Alexander Frazier on Jun 21, 2007 6:05:59 GMT -5
Xander gripped the blanket and nodded his head. "Sometimes people don't have a choice, Mr Valmont" he told him, before realized that he might have to repay him with something; he had save his life and from his experience in this island, nothing for free.
"Sir... I thanked you for your wonderful kindness. I don't have any way of repaying you. Unless, you want to..." He bowed his head. And took off his blanket to spread his arms. He didn't want to, he was still sore from the last time he was raped for money. But he knew that nothing was ever for free.
He was still looking onto that handsome face when his stomach began to grumbled; Xander remembered his last meal. It had been scraps out of a dumpster a day and a half ago. Before that it was bread and water at his pimp's place. He tried to smile to hide it, though as he smiled he began to felt his heart leaped; it was weird. He never feel that way since he taken here...
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Post by Ryan Valmont on Jun 21, 2007 6:12:45 GMT -5
Ryan looked at him as the boy opened his blanket… willingly giving his body up for hospitality.
“Oh cover yourself up for crying out loug!” Ryan said as he got up and threw the blanket back onto the naked body in front of him.
“I don’t want your body as payment… so, just keep it covered… ill go fix you something to eat” he said as he walked off to the kitchen whilst thinking what the poor soul behind him had gone through.
He was in the kitchen for about 10 minutes when he walked out with a cheese and turkey sandwich in one hand and a glass of milk in the other.
Walking into the living room he placed the plate and glass on a table in front of the boy and sat back down on the chair.
“I hope you like cheese and turkey… I haven’t been shopping lately…” he said as he shrugged his shoulders.
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Post by Alexander Frazier on Jun 21, 2007 6:23:50 GMT -5
"Thank you, Sr." The boy said sheepishly as Ryan placed the milk and the sandwiches. he boy nodded his thank you again as he dipped one corner of his half-sandwich in the milk. He took a bite and closed his eyes. It had been so long since he had eaten, not to mention the quality of the "food" his pimp had given him occasionally. He savored the combination of the creamy tang of the milk mixed with the zip of the sharp cheddar and the soft bread. He chewed it slowly and swallowed. When he opened his eyes again he saw the older man, looking at him with wonder and curiosity written on his face. Why this one was so nice? Why he didn't take the advantage of him?
"are all the other actors as kind as you, sir?" Xander made his blue eyes smile. His friends had said he could do that. That was why his pimp had liked him so much; he could make the customers believe he was really enjoying being their fuck toy. He could put a shield of sudo-joy over his torn soul. He was good at it. No one had ever seen through it before.
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