A Slave's Demeanor

[Teesie]

"Be cautious. There are more than over a thousand slaves. I want you all to help them escape in anyway that you can before they begin to catch on. No we wont be able to save them all, but a little is better than none. Once they notice what our plan is there is no doubt that a fight will break loose. Bring guns, ammo, smoke grenades, and bullet proof vest. We will proceed this tonight. Don't look suspicious and don't give yourself away. Be careful." Mihael stood and exited the room. He was miserable. He was looking in the face of an innocent angel yet he left him there....helpless. He would save Lucan no matter what. Even if it costed him his life. He was the law after all.

 

This would be dangerous and he made sure everyone knew that. Some comrades will die no doubt, but Mihael promised he wouldn't die until he see Lucan's way to freedom. He will make sure of that.

 

Strapping more guns around his waist Mihael waited anxiously for Mark to return. He was to inform the station so that they could have serious back up when needed. This would be dangerous, but it was all worth it.

 

'Im going to save you Lucan no matter what.' He thought. 'I promise.'

[b.lueeyes]

"Probably cause I am," the teen replied, running a hand through his hair, which was curling at the ends from the lack of brushing. He rolled his eyes and took another sip of warm, if crappy tea. Luc didn't quite know what to think. Just over a month ago, he had been an ordinary music student, up for a higher scholarship that would pay for the next two years of university study. He'd been concentrating on earning enough to cover everything else; his small apartment, food, bills, plus the extra board for his piano. It took up half his apartment but it had been worth it. Now, he was more worried about disobeying rules, sexually transmitted diseases, possible death...but most of all, he was afraid of giving up hope of escape.

 

"You gotta stop thinkin', seriously," Ray said, putting his toast down on the coffee table to speak with a quiet tone, staring at Lucan with deep blue eyes. "Come on, Luc; do you think any of us are ever gonna get outta here? There's no way; these guys have it locked up too tight. Their system's flawless, they don't do things half assed." He hesitated for a moment before continuing, sitting up a little bit straighter. "Nobody told you 'bout why you got stuck here, right? Cause all the other houses were full, yeah, but...it was cause a spot opened up."

 

Despite himself, Luc was curious, he looked to Ray out of the corner of his eye, sipping his tea. "Whaddaya mean?"

 

Swallowing, the older teen ran his tongue over his teeth, thinking of how to say it. "You weren't our first roommate; we had a guy before you. Just a little while before you came here, he...Lance. His name was Lance," Ray choked a little on the name. "He had been here longer than me, y'know? He'd taken care'a me when I got in here last year, but he was so hell bent on gettin' outta here that he tried to run out back after his shift. He got two blocks before...they got him, and brought him back." He looked down at the couch, steeling himself for a moment. Luc sat there, his cup forgotten in his hands as he listened. He hadn't known there'd been anyone before...

 

"So, they brought him back," Ray continued, clearing his throat. "To the club I mean, and then they dragged us all down there, every one of us, and Dan got us to sit there, while they-" He cut off, suddenly unable to speak. He placed his hand over his mouth, shaking his head. Luc's eyes softened and he put his cup down. He placed a hand on his arm, getting the jist of what had happened. Dan was ruthless; he didn't look it, but he was a sadistic freak, with some kind of complex. He could imagine what they'd had to witness; he'd probably been raped in front of them. Ray looked up at him then, seemingly determined to finish. "T-They held him down and he couldn't fight, b-but when it was done they-"

 

"They shot him." Came the voice of Erik from the doorway, deadpan and emotionless. Luc and Ray looked up, and Ray looked like he was about to drop from shame at being caught. Luc sat up straighter at the words, his eyes widening with fear. "One bullet, through the back of his head." The older male pushed away from the doorway, coming towards where they sat on the couch. Luc tensed up, but he wasn't there for him. Instead, Erik simply placed his hand on Ray's hair, and let him cry. "That's why we don't fight it anymore, tiger." He said, looking down at him with a tired expression. "Cause the last one that did got killed. And you're sleepin' in his bed."

[Teesie]

Mihael was just awaiting tonight. Just thinking of it made his blood boil. How dare they kidnap Lucan and hold him in some dirty place with hardly anything to eat. Damn them. Gripping in his hair his hazel eyes scanned the place. Something has been edging at Mihael. He had the idea that maybe these guys had some help. Help that was securely for agents. The reason the evidence kept leading to nothing...the reason the evidence always led back to where it started. The starting place of where it all began.....here. There was a crooked agent. Someone here was a back trader.

 

Footsteps attracted Mihael's attention. Mark was standing there. "Did you inform them." Mihael asked talking about the higher agents. There was no way that they wouldnt need back up or this would get messy.

 

"Yeah, everything is ready and setup." Mark said smiling.

 

"This isn't the time to smile. This is serious. We could all get killed."

 

Mark's smile faltered. "Hmm your right. I'll be in the lobby until it go time." Mihael just stared at him. Hmph. Mark can be such an idiot sometimes.

 

Poor Sabr-Lucan. He wouldn't call him nothing other than his name from now on. Sabre was just some whore name gave to him. He felt bad for calling Lucan a slut. The kid didn't volunteer to do what they had him to. Though he wouldn't have to worry any longer he would save him.

[b.lueeyes]

"Anyway," Erik said quietly, pulling his hand from Ray's hair, looking to Lucan with what was probably the kindest, or at least the most sympathetic, look he'd ever received from him. "I was told to come and tell you that you're being taken down to the Houses tonight."

 

Lucan's heart stopped, and the hand on Ray's arm seemed to tighten like a vice. The Houses. That couldn't be right; that was where they- Why would he be-? No, it couldn't be-

 

"Someone from last night must'a seen you dance, tiger," Erik told him quietly, looking sorry for him. "You were requested; so you're bought and sold for the night."

[Teesie]

The time had finally come. All the agents were ready to proceed. They were all strapped with the weapons Mihael had informed them to get.

 

Mihael sighed....if he said he was nervous and scared that would be a lie. He was frightened. He didn't know how many if them they would lose. Also, Lucan....was he ok? He would not leave that whorish club, until he found Lucan.

 

Clenching his teeth and fist he stood. "Come on you all. Remember do not give yourself away and do not look suspicious. This is a dangerous mission so please keep in mind that you will die if your careless. Try to save as many slaves you can and escape. Be careful you all."

 

Everyone nodded exiting the doors. They all had agreed to go in at separate time; but they all should be in through the course of an hour.

[b.lueeyes]

Ray had stayed with him for the rest of the day, trying to calm him down from the sudden hysterics he'd gone into after Erik's words. He wasn't necessarily loud and screaming, he was just...shocked. The shock itself caused flightiness and a lack of response, tuning out, and of course...it cause his thoughts to run wild. What was this? He'd been requested? It was only his first night out without incident, what was this?

 

What kind of person would request him? Lucan couldn't help a shudder at the thought. He was going to be used tonight, and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. When afternoon fell, Ray and Kenneth dragged him into the bathroom to get him cleaned up, rubbing the last of the kohl from his eyes that he hadn't quite got last night, taking the collar and replacing it, because usually while it would be left at the club, he hadn't had time to change. His ride arrived first, because he would be going to a completely different place as the others, and he swallowed as he said goodbye...it felt like they were sending him to his death. Ray hugged him, and he actually felt like his resolve was crumbling. What if he didn't come back? But it wasn't until Erik placed a hand on his dark hair, the usually sarcastic, scathing guy actually concerned for him, that he felt his throat tighten up and he had to look away.

 

"Be careful," he said quietly, the oldest of them at twenty-two; he knew this stuff like the back of his hand. It wasn't like they hadn't whored Luc out before, but...the Houses were different; he'd heard the stories. It was specifically for prostitutes. "They'll try and break you...don't let em'."

 

He climbed into the car, a dark blue thing with tinted windows, with two guards in there. Just for him. Obviously the security was higher, cause this was a different kind of transport. Luc looked down at his hands the whole way through the ride, trying not to seem as if he was shaking.

[Teesie]

Mihael had agreed to be the first to step in the club. Upon arrival his nerves were shook. He knew that maybe tonight was his death, but it's not like his life wasn't on the line everyday all day with being an agent. Though tonight seemed different....much different.

 

Bawling up his fist he remembered being scared would only bring attention to himself. Men and women came ti this club to relax. They weren't scared or nervous....well maybe nervous, but that wasn't the point.

 

Looking behind him he saw all the agents standing together as if in a street gang. They had left their cars down the streets just for escape. Bringing them close to the club could be hazardous. The tires could be shot leaving a crew stranded and that was instant death. Death for the agent and the slaves that dared escaped.

 

With him their was twenty other officers. They had all agreed to try and save at least ten slaves each, but if couldn't get the fuck out of there.

 

Green Demise was it? Hmph the name strangely fitted. This was all bullshit. Why couldn't mafia's learn that the street did NOT belong to them. Taking a deep breath Mihael proceeded foward.

[b.lueeyes]

They led him out of the car, which seemed to be in some kind of undercover carpark. Luc tried not to look around as he was led through the place, through a narrow corridor and out into what seemed to be an office room. An old blonde man smoking a cigar took one look at him and marked something off the piece of paper in front of him, before waving him through. Luc had no idea what to do, but the guard didn't give him the chance to ask, grabbing him by the upper arm in a grip that felt like he would snap it, and dragging him through the door to the next set of corridors.

 

The dark coloured walls were lined with wallpaper, rather expensive looking too. The cherry-wood beneath his feet gleamed, and each door was a solid black-oak. Obviously this place was expensive. And who would say otherwise? This was the mafia. He was led to one of the doors on the right, which was unlocked with two keys, before he was led inside. The furnishing was fairly simple, black and white. Probably to match him, he supposed. There was a young man standing there waiting for him, dressed rather simply in dark jeans and a t-shit. He looked ragged though; dark shadows under his eyes and a bruise on his right cheek. "Get him made up, he's got a client in an hour," The guard ordered the guy, practically shoving Luc towards him.

 

The guy just nodded, and watched as he left.

[Teesie]

Miheal was ready now. He had the confidence to storm and there and drag Lucan out. The hard part was having to find the teen. He would look everywhere for him if he had to. He was NOT leaving without the teen, but why was he so dead set in saving Lucan. He had to do this for the happiness of families. He had to reunite people with their loved ones.

 

"I'm heading in...Mark come with me. the rest of you come in as a small group from time to time. I expect you all to be in, in no less than an hour. Got it?"

 

Nods from the other reassured him. Well it was go time. Hearing Mark beside him he began toward the entrance.

[b.lueeyes]

"Well, come'ere then," the teen said, pushing his blonde hair back as he beckoned him. "I'm Jason." That was all he said as he turned and walked towards a little separate room, passing by the rather large bed, covered in black sheets. Luc swallowed before he followed, eyeing the room. The small room off to the side seemed to be some kind of dressing room with a sink, a shower and a few racks of clothes. Rather rustic, but considering the luxury in the other room, he wasn't all that surrprised.

 

Jason didn't say much, just dragged him over to the stool and moved to clean him up further. He washed his face, cleaned his nails, and once again, rimmed his eyes with coal, thinned this time, but with much more expertice, it seemed. Jason didn't say much, which Luc was grateful for. He wouldn't know what to say otherwise anyway, but that was beside the point. When he was done, and his hair had been brushed, Jason brought over one of the garmet bags from the rack, opening it to reveal a flash of silver. The long hakama was helped over his shoulders and he couldn't help but feel some sense of confusion. Just how were they expecting him to act? Or was this a request too...

[Teesie]

Mihael was now in the club looking around to see if he could spot Lucan. He wondered if he could request the boy? Or would that be too suspicious. Blowing he decided to sit. Soon or later all the agents would be in here. He now knew that everyone here was here against their will. Though the mite confident ones had given up in escaping and was now trying their beat not to get whipped.

 

He wondered is that why Lucan was so confident. Have he given up? Hr closed his eyes an ache puncturing his heart. No....no he couldn't have given up. Yes the boy radiated confidence, but he couldn't feel it. The boy was just putting up a mask.

 

Though when he asked fir his age why did he lie? He could have told the truth and he wouldn't have been here any longer. Though that was a bit risky so Mihael understood. He had felt eyes on him the whole night...there was no doubt that the people here were keeping an eye on the slaves.

 

Well tonight was Lucan's lucky night. Mihael had came armed and ready to save him, with additional back up.

[b.lueeyes]

Jason, when he was done dressing him, looking him up and down, before he sighed. "You'll have to do, that's the best I can do at least. Try and look less sulky, if you could. I know it's tough, kid, but seriously." Kid? Luc looked away in annoyance. He wasn't a kind. He was seventeen. Pretending to be nineteen for men in a club. But still.

 

"There, that's it; keep some of that," Jason poked his cheek gently with his fingertip, breathing out. Lucan blinked in surprise. "Keep that emotion, you may need it. You probably will." He pulled back and turned away. "Your client is in half an hour, kid. Be safe." And with that, he left the room.

 

Luc felt almost a sprig of hope rise in his chest at the concern in Jason's voice. He was concerned, in the very least, or at least he was nice. He was being...almost kind to him. He carefully moved to sit down on the bed, examining the silver and white hakama with long, gentle fingers. It was silk; high grade too. Obviously, this wasn't one of the ordinary houses; he'd heard stories of them being much less than glamorous. So just who was his client, if this was the place-?

[Teesie]

Watching his surrounding he noticed that ever guard seemed on edge. What was that all about. Mark excused himself and walked away from the table. Something wasn't right. Why was ever guard here in defense mode.

 

His eyes caught one of the guard's eyes and he frowned toward Mihael. Miheal narrowed his eyes. Damnit! He was in big trouble. He was an idiot and tried to pull together this mission without thinking of the culprit agent. That bitch had snitched. Standing Mihael pulled out his cellphone and dialed to call the agents, but befie he manage to connect a knife was thrusted at his neck. Damn that back trader.

[b.lueeyes]

Voices sounded outside, and Luc looked up, blinking in surprise. He still had ten minutes left on the clock, which meant...they were early. He sat up straighter, tucking one leg under the other on the edge of the bed. He felt uncomfortable; he didn't know what to do or how to act. He froze up, his heatbeat rising in his ears as it sunk in quite what was going to happen. Footsteps sounded outside and he took a deep, shuddering breath.

 

The door opened.

[Teesie]

Mihael was dearly fucked. Out of the corner of his eye he sees mark prance from some room before stopping in his tracks once he seen Mihael being held captive.

 

With his eyes he told Mark to run. He didn't want the idiot to get caught either.

 

"So you've figures it all out huh?" a gruff voice whispered in his ear. At this time it was Red Zone all customers were busy looking at the slaves than what was happening. He doubt they could see anyways due to the lights dimming gradually. Though if the table left of him looked hard enough they could see.

 

Mihael was snatched forward before he was struggling against more than one guard.

 

"Get off of me!" he yelled. If this went any further he would be dead for sure. Though didn't he make a promise not to die before saving Lucan? If he played nice they wouldn't kill him would they? Possible not, but that was just hopes.

 

He was pushed forward into another room. "The boss will be here shortly for you." a squealed voice explain slamming the door shut.

 

Dammit he was in big trouble.

[b.lueeyes]

Luc's silver eyes widened dramatically as the man stepped into the room, his hand clenching into the dark sheets beneath him. He was tall, almost impossibly so; over six foot to be sure. His long, dark hair was pushed back from his pale face, sharp auburn red eyes boring into him as he stood in the doorway. The pale teen recognized this man; he'd seen him when he was first taken; he'd been brought before him and drugged, and held down-

 

"Come with me," came a low voice. "I'm late for a meeting, so you'll be coming with me." He held out his hand. So, Luc got off the bed and followed, nearly tripping on his hakama as he did. This man's arm wrapped around his waist, and pulled him down the corridor.

[Teesie]

Mihael had been able to help Mark escape. That idiot can be quite repulsive sometimes. So here he was trapped and waiting in a room for the boss if this whole ordeal. The mafia's leader. He wandered how the male looked...no that really didn't matter, but what did matter is that he at least saw the guy to remember who to arrest once he escape this place.

 

A little while ago he had checked the room for any escape routes to see there were none. This room was sepcifically for trouble makers...that being himself. Sighing he had to think up a plan. They had took all of his weapons as well as his phone. Good thing Mark saw him held captive or else these men could hack into his phone and trick all agents into coming into a trap.

 

He wondered was Lucan here. Really? He scolded himself. Lucan? Lucan was on his mind at a time like this. Lucan was the reason he was truly doing this, though he would have eventually. If he had nit ran across Lucan's picture he would still be in his office looking over the files. What was wrong with him?

 

Damn it all to hell!

[b.lueeyes]

Luc was held tightly to the man's side as they moved back through the corridors, people stepping out of the way for the two of them. He could feel the eyes on his back, he could feel the heat of the man's body close to his, but it was different. Luc was silent and pliant with fear. This man, he remembered only hazily. There had been a heat there, a dull ache over his mind, his eyes had been blurry and he had been lucid, but he remembered this man's face. This man led the mafia.

 

Bustled into a sleek black car, he was settled in the back close to the man's side, his legs hald in his lap, the man's arm around his shoulders. The ride was long and very, very quiet. The man's hand rested on his back, the hand large and warm, but Lucan could scarcely feel it. He was too stiff, too tense. They arrived at the club before he knew it, and he didn't quite realise that anything was wrong until he caught sight of Dan, blood running down his temple as one of the girls (the one who had done his eyes yesterday) dabbed at it with anticeptic. The red-head caught his eyes and gave a dark looking smile, nodding his head to him. Lucan's blood went cold.

 

What had he done?

 

Lucan's waist was seized again before he could blink and he was dragged into a room guarded by no less than four armed guards. He blinked as they entered the room, and he would have tripped over the long train of his hakama if not for the man's grip on his waist. The light in the room nearly blinded him, and it quickly became obvious that this room was not a pleasant one.

 

"So, you're the one who has just torn up my establishment," the dark haired man said, pulling Lucan towards the low, dark coloured couch. He sunk into it, and pulled his lithe body over his lap. Lucan looked back over his shoulder shakily, and his heart stopped. The man from yesterday.

[Teesie]

There was a dull sound of music echoing to the room. Though it was nearly silent; if Mihael moved the music wouldn't be heard until he seized to move.

 

Groaning Mihael heard footsteps approaching the room. He bet it was the boss. The door opened music flowing in until it ahut again. Though what caught his attention waa the boy being dragged by his waist. His hakama was a bit big on him as it dragged behind him.

 

The boss made a remark to him, but he was more focused on the kid. The seventeen year old kid. Once the two was seated and the boy was sitting in the boss's lap he finally looked at him.

 

He was beautiful. So breath taking. Fragile yet dangerously stubborn. Mihael delt a heat boil through his veind. He would help Lucan no matter what.

 

"Why are you doing that?"

[b.lueeyes]

"Doing what?" The man asked quietly, the very slightest of accents tinging his speech. Lucan recognised it but he couldn't seem to place it no matter how he tried. Instead, he just kept his eyes locked with those of the man across from them, silver boring into hazel. Hazel eyes. It was the same man; but how could this be? What was he doing here? Torn up his establishment?

 

What was going on here?

 

"I am doing nothing wrong, sir; what have I done to warrant such an invasion into my establishment?" the man replied, settling his hand on Lucan's lower back. The teen's back straighten slightly, his body tensing up as he found his eyes looking into the deep red of the man beneath him. Entitled to?

[Teesie]

Mihael frowned. It seems that this dude was a smooth talker. Was he latino? Hm he had to be...right? Looking once again at his hand placed onto Lucan's back his blood bolied again. He was an idiot. Why are you doing that? So stupid...he was asking why the man was touching Lucan when he should have asked about this whole situation.

 

"That boy....the one your holding in your grasp. He looks so young. There's no way he can be older than 16 right?"

 

Mihael knew that the boy was 17, but he was being smart. He wouldn't just throw facts at the man saying that ghe kid was a slave and he was 17. That he knew he ran a mafia. No, if he wanted to live he had to think smart.

 

"Sabre...was it?" He asked the kid looking at him. The boy was frighten he could tell, but right niw he could do nothing about it.

[b.lueeyes]

The man's brow furrowed, and turned his eyes to look at the boy, easily the same height as the one on his lap, even sitting. "Yes, my little tiger, aren't you?" He said in an almost affectionate tone, reaching up to stroke his cheek with the back of his knuckles. There was a flash in his eyes that told him that if he screwed this up, it would be worse than anything Dan could dish out for him. He turned his cheek slightly towards the hand, just a little bit lighter than his own skin, and turned his eyes away from the dark red iris that seemed to just burn.

 

The fact that the man had his 'name' was enough for him to know that yes it was the man from last night indeed, and he was being incredibly brave right now. Just what was this? The man hummed slightly, the sound low in his chest as he moved his hand across the boy's neck to where his collar lay, the only ragged thing about him. Lucan looked pristine, well cared for, stunning even. He had a feeling...it was intentional. "People often mistake his age; I suppose he does seem young." The man shook his head, the warmth of his hands seeming stifling to Luc as this man blatantly told the truth. Even when he was at school, people used to mistake his age for being younger. The man probably didn't know this, but it didn't matter.

 

"He's nineteen, actually."

[Teesie]

"Oh he is? I recall hi-" he stopped; was it smart if he told the man he was here last night? What can happen if he did? Of course! If he told the man he waa here last night and that 'Sabre' tolf him he was nineteen then the guy would wonder why he was here starting trouble.

 

Letting his head down he proposed a new question. "How are there so many servants here? Clearly your a new franchise correct? How could there be so many here? Though the bigger question is that....do you even have enough money to pay them all?"

[b.lueeyes]

"Servants?" The man asked, blinking in surprise that seemed almost genuine. But up close, Lucan could see that it was just a mocking version of it. This man wasn't genuine, he was cold, hard and stoic. Luc kept his eyes away from him, his kohl rimmed eyes directed to the front of the man's rather expensive looking business suit. "Oh no, I think you're mistaken. All of our people are simply employees; we do not have servants, simply serving staff. And of course have enough money to pay them all; the majority of those who work belong to my family actually. Some, however, we have employed otherwise."

 

Luc breathed in deeply, his chest expanding as he looked up, some of his hair falling over his eyes. The man reached up to push it back, smiling very softly. Luc could see just a little bit of mischievousness in those eyes. It made him almost uncomfortable. "Sabre, why don't you go and get the man a drink? Whiskey, I think. There's a cabinet over there." He turned his eyes on him. "Yes, he looks like a whiskey man." He gently slid his hand from the teen's waist, allowing him to move off the couch.

 

Luc stood slowly, carefully, as he knew that the hakama was loose, and that his legs were partially visible. The long train of the garmet trailed on the ground as he stood, gliding away from the couch towards a small cabinet on the side of the room. He moved to pull out the glass, and quickly spotted the whiskey, pouring it from a (crystal) holder into the decanted with a quick movement, the long sleeves riding up a bit to show his wrists. It was funny, Luc couldn't help but think; he almost felt like a geisha or some crap like that.

 

He turned and let his eyes fall onto the other man, holding the crystal decanted between two hands as he walked toward him, slips of pale skin peeking out from between the flowing folds as he did so. Hazel, again. They burned into him and he felt the slightest of flushes rise on his cheeks without realizing it as he walked towards him.

[Teesie]

Smooth talker indeed. If he didn't know the truth he would possible believe the man.

 

The boy was now standing inches away from him a crystal decanted held securely between his hands. Mihael reached up to take it from him making sure to touch the smooth skin.

 

"He looks well taken care of." Mihael complimented. "Though he's so fragile and thin. But I guess that has nothing to do with you seeing as he lives with his family and or alone right?" he asked looking at the man now.

 

He took a sip of the whiskey looking ince again at the kid. He would save him no matter what. Thos silver blue eyes werw beautiful and rimmed with sadness. He couldn't have this go on for much longer.