A Slave's Demeanor

[b.lueeyes]

The guard looked up, stopping indeed in his tracks at the sight of the woman. Great, this is exactly what he needed, cops. He held up one hand, the other still on Kenneth's arm, gripping rather tight. "Ah, I am sorry officer, we were just trying to do a bit of...experimenting, if you know what I mean." He gave the woman a wink, pulling Kenneth into his side, the slave's mouth clamped shut at the man's short look, and his hands finding his chest.

 

Kenneth's eyes flickered to the woman with a look that clearly screamed, 'Help me!' but he could not say anything directly lest the man actually go through with this.

[Teesie]

"There sure are a lot if experimenting going on...I'm starting to think this is a porn cast." Kris sighed...."ehh...." she didn't know whether to believe this guy or not. Though looking at the boy she noticed that weird look in his eyes. She decided that maybe he was.....acting? Well he did say experimenting...but.... "How old is the boy?" she asked nodding her head toward Kenneth. Her eyes connecting with his once again. He was trying to tell her something. Eyes narrowing she shifted her gaze to the man awaiting his answer.

 

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Mihael was now sitting on the ground head leaned against his car. Carla had managed to capture all of the men that was present inside the van. They would be tooken down to jail and asked questions. Well at least Mihael can say that they could possible have some information...if they were willing to talk. If not it was still a bit of success for him. He smiled a little. He wanted to save at least one slave tonight.

 

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Carla sighed. "Damn that was harder than I thought. Those damn mafia!" she was out of breath. Some of the men had tried to run before she had to threaten them to stop. One continued and she had to shoot him, but whatever. "Haaa at least maybe Mihael would rest for tonight." she whispered lowly.

[b.lueeyes]

"Twenty-two," He said easily, and Kenneth immediately calculated he was trying to add two years to his age. He pulled back on the man's arm, and looked pleadingly towards the woman, deciding that if there was any time to try and run, it would be now. He shoved himself away from the man, somehow managing to duck under his arm and shoot off back down the corridor. The man cursed and darted after him, his suit blazer billowing up to reveal the gun stuffed into the back of his slacks.

 

Kenneth had always been a fast runner, he had been a track star out in Florida, he knew how to run. The adrenaline in his veins was pumping and he rounded the corner back towards the door from whence they came, exiting out into the alleyway. He reached the door when a large hand grabbed his arm and he let out a scream into the alleyway, holding onto the door frame, his eyes seeking the officers out there.

[Teesie]

Kris watched the man as he answered her question. She caught the jerk that the boy had done and narrowed her eyes. In a split second the boy had pushed away from the man and began to run. Soon after the man also began to chase after the boy letting out a curse. Frowning the women aimed her gun to shot but the man had rounded the corner. That man had a weapon. He had to be taken down. Pulling out her walkie talkie she held the button. "Hey we have a guy suspect chasing a hostage going into the back alley. Get there pronto!" placing the item back into the holder she ran the same way they had. Her gun aimed and ready.

 

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Mihael stood quickly running to the alleyway. Upon arrival he saw a boy with his hand clutched on the door...and what seemed to be another hand gripping onto him to prevent him from running. Pulling his gun he slowly approached the suspect. "Release the boy and come into custody. If you dare move I will shot you." he slowly reached for the boy, gun aimed at the man. More agents rounded the corner and Kris finally made it behind the man.

 

"Release the boy!" she yelled.

 

Mihael glanced at Kris before looking back to the suspect.

[b.lueeyes]

Kenneth let out another cry as the man tugged, but the runner held fast and tried to shake him off. The guard looked back behind his shoulder and gave a deep growl of fury from within his throat. He was cornered, from to back, there was no getting out of this. "God fucking dammit," he said, pulling his gun from his slacks, alarming the other officers outside.

 

The brunette slave yelled and kicked back at him, but the man simply let him go, shoving him towards the officer in front of the door and bringing the gun to his head. Protocol; if they were caught...they were to die. And he was all too willing. He pulled the trigger.

[Teesie]

Kris yelled the blood splattering everywhere. She gasped looking at the man. "Did he just.....commit suicide?" her eyes were widened. How could he just.....do that?

 

"Are you ok?" Mihael asked the boy looking at him. He disregarded what happened. It wasn't really worth it. In the man's mind he should have died so it didn't matter. Sighing he held his hand out to the boy. Two more agents had caught the boy when he was pushed forward. To be honest Mihael was estatic. He had actually managed to save one...he didn't think it was possible. Smiling he grabbed the boy out of happiness and hugged him tightly.

[b.lueeyes]

Kenneth had not even needed to see what the man had done, he had heard it, and he could feel the few, small splatterings of blood hit his back. He shook his head and pushed at the man's arms, shaking just a little. "N-No, get off me. Get off, d-don't touch me!" He managed to push the officer back, his mind clouded for the moment, and took a step back, a squelching sound meeting his ears. He looked down and saw the blood, and his body went cold.

 

"Oh my god..."

[Teesie]

Mihael just let the boy go. He could tell that he was in shock...that he was a bit traumatized. The hazel eyed man wouldn't hold him against his will. He wanted the boy to feel safe... But he wouldn't let him run....he couldn't. He wanted to save him not let him run away. Motioning his fingers the other agents nodded blocking the boys path but leaving him enough room to prance and roam. With this boy he could be able to save Lucan. Destroy the mafia...and have many people to return to their families. People who had been missing for years.

[b.lueeyes]

The teen placed a hand on the wall to steady himself, and flinched as he felt the -brain matter- between his fingers. By god, what had just happened? The guy had killed himself! He could feel himself shaking, his body rejecting that information. He shook his head and closed his eyes, stepping away from the wall and taking a stumble into the officer.

 

"I-I don't wanna die," he whispered, his shoulders quivering. He opened his dark brown eyes and looked up at the officer, his hands, one bloody, clutching at his jacket. "P-Please, I don't w-wanna die! T-They're gonna come, they're gonna get me, dios mío! Q-que van a encontrar!" He sprawled off into broken English and Spanish, tears beginning to leak from his eyes. He was not free, he was momentarily out of their watch. They were never free; never.

 

And he knew they were going to find him.

[Teesie]

Mihael looked at the boy placing his hands onto his shoulder. "I will protect you. I don't care if they come in swarms...they will not get their hands on you again. I can guarantee you that. I will not let them get you back. But to be completely sure.....I need your help. If you have any information at all I could use it against them. Do you know the location? I could save the rest of the captured and you can be there to help me." he wanted to calm the boy. The hazel eyed man would not let those murderers put their hands on this boy again. He would not be killed no matter what. "I can have you safely put in the jail to protect you. We would bring you food and let you out whenever you'd like but that would be your home. You'd be protected there. Agents are always at the station." he thought it was a good idea. The only way they could get him then is if they killed every single agent...and that was near impossible.

 

Kris looked sadly at the boy and she ruffled his hair. She would personally protect the boy and not let anyone hurt him...and there would be absolutely no visitors for the boy until the mafia was tooken down.

[b.lueeyes]

"N-No, don't put me in there!" He shook his head, looking between the two officers, his eyes wide in alarm. No, not a cell; it would be too much like solitary, too much, far too much. No matter what company he had- it would be far too much like solitary. He had spent three weeks in there once; no contact, food through a flap, a mattress and a sink.

 

"P-Please, just...I wanna go home," He choked, the Latino's tears falling. "I just wanna go home..."

[Teesie]

Mihael looked sad...this kid really was traumatized...it was terrible how they could do this to someone. "I'm sorry but I can't let you go home...we will leave the door open for you if that would help.. I just want to make sure they never get their hands on you. I need you to stay at the jail....please. That is the safest place. As I said before you can roam as much as you like...just go into the desired cell to rest....that is all. We won't close you in...I promise." he said honestly. The man watched the poor boy. Why and how would someone enjoy making this poor kid like this. Was he a kid..."How old are you?" he asked the other. He hoped that he wasn't as young as Lucan. He wondered did the boy know Lucan....the mafia had so many slaves that he doubted they knew...unless of course he was one of the roomates Lucan had informed him about. He could tell the boy was latino. His voice explained it all....sounding a lot like Dimitri.

[b.lueeyes]

"I-I'm-" he cut himself off, swallowing thickly. What was this? He was never this scared. He was not some stupid, naive teenager anymore, he was a grown man! Honestly, what was the problem with so much as telling them his age. "I-I'm twenty." He replied, bringing his hand up to check his own pulse. "A-And it's c-cold please, c-can I sit down?" He asked, his hands shaking a little, one stained with a reddish-pink, the other sunkissed.

[Teesie]

"Yes...come with me." Mihael stated, holding a hand out to the bo-....well man. Young man to be precise. The guy was still shaken and the hazel eyed man could not blame him. Those mafia gansters had enough power to scare anyone if willing. Looking at the other he could tell that the Latino was near breaking point. Mihael would try his best to make this man seem like he was safe. To make him act as if he had a chance...a life outside of being with those goons.

 

Kris just continued to look sadly at the boy, her waist lenth hair tied back into a ponytail the end curled. She wanted the boy to not act this way. The poor guy was frightened. The least they could do was give him a seat...or perhaps let him sit like he asked. She only wanted the man to seem comfortable and not paranoid. The mafia had really took a toll on him.

[b.lueeyes]

Kenneth reached out to place a hand on the man's arm, shaking and quivering, and he was directed to sit down on the back seat of one of the cars, the blanket wrapped firmly around his shoulders. He gave a shiver and looked up at the man and the woman, wary and unsure of himself. His adrenaline was still running high just from fleeing from the man.

[Teesie]

"I can have Kris take you to saftey if that is what you wish. No one will know that you are gone just yet due to the man shoo-" he stopped his sentence remembering how the boy was so frighten and shook up. He was scared of death no matter who's it was and who caused it. He softly smiled at the man ruffling his hair. "Do you wish to go?" he asked looking the Latino in the face.

 

Kris stood behind the man, her hands in her pocket body shifted to one side. "I'll be most happy to dear. You will be safe with us. I promise." a small bit of southern accent present. Kris just wanted to protect the man. For some reason she felt responsible for him....almost a if he was her son. Slowly sitting beside the boy she wrapped her arm around him. "You really have nothing to worry about. If you help us with our investigation we can save your friends." she stated softly rubbing the other's hair.

[b.lueeyes]

The woman's words shocked him, but her actions did more. He lifted his arms just a little, not used to the touch other than from one of the boys. But he bit his lower lip, and felt the tears coming to his eyes. He leant his cheek against her shoulder and moved shaking arms to wrap around her back, his shoulders quivering very slightly. "I-I want to get off the street," he whispered in between sobs. "I-I n-need to...to tell you g-guys..."

 

He looked up at the man behind the woman, and noticed something about him. Blue hair...blue...where had he seen him before? He looked so familiar... "Luc," he whispered in sudden realisation. "Y-You're the kid's guy."

[Teesie]

Mihael looked at the Latino. The kid's guy? Huh? What did the other mean by th- his eyes widened. Kid....could he be talking about Lucah. Mihael hadn't heard the whisper of 'Luc' that the other had said. "Are you talking about Lucah?" he asked the man. If he knew Lucah then....that was a good thing. He knew that the boy was probably safe. "How is he?"

 

Kris frowned at Mihael shushing him. She looked back to Kenneth. "What were you saying before? You want to get off the streets. That you had to tell us something." she was still holding the young man. She could tell that he had relax a little. That made her happy. "By the way I'm Kris....Kris Cherish...what is your name?" not knowing if the boy had said it. She had only heard he was twenty. He was so young. She wondered how long he had been a slave to those assholes.

[b.lueeyes]

Kenneth stopped at his words. Lucah. Yeah, the guy definitely knew Lucan. He pulled back a little and turned his eyes to the girl, a bit wary now to speak of his dark haired roommate. "I...my name is Kenneth. Kenneth Montoya." He replied, his shaking beginning to subside. He stared up at Kris, and bit his lower lip. She seemed like a kind woman...yet he wasn't safe. "I...can I please just get out of here, before I tell you a-anything."

[Teesie]

"Sure sweet heart." she informed removing herself from the young Latino. "We'll take you to the station right now." she stood reaching her hand to the boy. "Come with me. We'll leave in my car." she looked to Mihael and sent him a small glare before sticking her tongue out. The man...well Kenneth liked her better. She would take that as a win.

 

Mihael stood and looked at the male. He guess he'd have to ask about Lucan later. Sighing he glanced to another officer and motioned for them to be Kris's back up to getting the boy to safety. He would follow too....there was nothing more here to find.

[b.lueeyes]

Kenneth reached out to place his hand in hers, his shoulders slumped and tired, but still lightly shaking. He held the blanket up around his shoulders with one hand, the two chains on the side of his all-too-tight black, leather pants clinking together as he walked. He relished in the idea that he was going to safety, and followed the woman closely behind, shuffling just a little, still in shock. He was tall; around six feet, yet he looked like a child being led by the hand when they had just gotten into trouble at school. And it had been extremely traumatic.

 

He turned his eyes back over his shoulder to look at the man once, before he moved to get into the backseat of the woman's car, and he let himself be strapped in. When they started moving, he simply leant his head back against the headrest, fully intent to just stare up at the ceiling, but his eyes closed, and he was out like a light.

[Teesie]

Kris looked to the man as she was driving glancing from the Latino to the road. Aww poor thing fell asleep. What sick cruel person could cause this to you. the women thought a sad gleam clouding her eyes. The station was about an hour away and she was being trailed by another agent car for protection.

 

"We're wrapping up. We will all be at the station in less than two hours. Keep Kenneth safe will ya'." a deep voice echoed through her car.

 

"Yeah, yeah I got the boy with me. He'll be safe." she informed Mihael. She wouldn't let nothing happen to him. The foreigner had already had a hard, traumatizing life. The blond would lead him to safety to once again be free. To live a happy life. She wouldn't let the other get hurt.

[b.lueeyes]

While Kenneth was safely in the hands of the police, driven towards a place hardly accessible by the mafia without trial, Lucan was being transported not back to the sharehouse, no...instead he was being taken to a place he had never been. They drove along the highway, out of New York towards the north, past Brooklyn. They pulled off the highway and down a long, darkened stretch of road, the headlights bright against the forest outline. They reached a large set of gates, a check point, where the car was checked over, and Lucan's limp body lifted from the under-seat carriage.

 

He was carried by one of the guards, up the front steps of the rather lavish house. Once let inside, the guard held him as he was pulled up the stairs, and he was directed towards a room upon the top floor, where he was laid out upon the bed, and the covers pulled over him. From the corner of the room, a high winged back chair, a hand shooed him away, and the guard left. And there, Dimitri watched Lucan as he slept until the morning.

 

(Skip?)

[Teesie]

Mihael was driving back to the station now. Trailing behind the agent that was following Kris. Kenneth...a Latino. He looked a lot like Dimitri. Though maybe it was just him... He was sure that the other was no kin to the other man. If they were family by any kind that would be sick. Sick of the man for even enslaving one of him relatives. That told, if they were related, that the man had no remorse.

 

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Kris slowly stopped, driving in the parking lot of the station. She got out the car and opened the back seat for the other. "Come on. Lets get you inside so that you could be safe." she said smiling softly at the boy. The Latino was fast asleep. It made the women feel good that the boy could relax enough to sleep.

 

(Yeah...you choose)

[b.lueeyes]

(It's Erik that is related to him, not Kenneth, but either way. And yeah...I'm thinking skip, but to where do you think?)