Chapter 30: No More Secrets
Alexander is waiting anxiously inside one of the van that his father brought. His father knew something like this will happened, so he did came prepared. Alexander is grateful at his father's actions, he's a great leader after all. No one could top of his dad, not even himself.
Alexander knew they won this battle but he couldn't help but feel worried for his boyfriend that's still in the building. They weren't there for a long time but it's sure as heel scary. The unknown is scary, frightening even. For Alexander, he doesn't have a clue of what's going on but Alistair knew everything that's going to happen. He just preparing himself for the inevitable. He thought he could do it head on but on, he was mistaken.
The man still left a huge impact in Alistair, those memories dread him to this day.
With a huge sigh, Alexander get out of the van. He's bored and the company of exhausted, bloodied and serious soldiers aren't the best. The blond remembers the way towards the infamous room. When he finally went to his designated room, he was stunned.
There was Alistair, laying, unconscious and no more shackles like before. There is a larger body next to his lover, he recognized the clothes as the man that terrified his lover. The reason that Alexander didn't recognized the man is that his face is battered. No longer recognizable, can't be salvageâbeyond repair.
Needless to say, Alexander is petrified on the sight on front of him. There's blood everywhere too, some parts of it is turning a dirty color of brown due to the oxidation.
The blond couldn't care less on who the man is nor his purpose in the world but the one thing that he did care is the lying albino next in front of him. Alexander quickly scoop up Alistair and left the scene but not before noticing a peculiar feather on the ground.
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The blond is sitting in the hospital, just right next to Alistair's room. His right knee is jumping up and down in nervousness. He knew that Alistair will be okay but there's something in the back of his mind that kept crawling like an old memory that kept chanting it won't be okay.
Alexander knew not to believe this.
The doctor finally went out of the room, giving Alexander the green light to be alone with his lover.
He immediately sit beside Alistair, holding his hand gently. He can feel movement in his hand, this act made Alexander turn his head towards Alistair's porcelene face. Alexander gently caress the albino's face, he replied with a soft smile.
Alexander lean forward and touch thier forehead together. It's a simple gesture but it made Alistair's world.
A deep sigh breaks the comfortable atmosphere the two have. The sigh came from Alistair, now have blood shot eyes.
"I know you have questions about me, Alexander." The blond nods, still concerned about Alistair's emotional stability. "Here, I'm going to clear things out. About me." The albino performed another deep inhale, letting the oxygen lingered for a moment until it became carbon dioxide with a sharp exhale.
"Your father and I goes way back. He used to be friends with the one who kidnapped us. The all changes when he saw three year old me, nearly holding on to my last breath..."
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"What the fuck is this, Harold?!" Aaron shouted, not pleased as he sees a child. A mere child, practically having his last breath.
Harold said nothing.
"I'm taking him home." The top one boss said, bending to pick up the dying child. It's was a pitiful sight to see, dirt all over his body and dried blood. It doesn't contrast nicely to the rest of the albino's body.
Dirty. Raw. Used.
Harold stopped the capo from doing anything else than leave but not until having a broken nose and a black eye to compliment it.
He couldn't just gave up his trophy, it was the most valuable one to date. He had gotten a lot of trouble yet it was worth it for the price.
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"You're trying to escape, pretty boy?!" The man yeeled at the Thirteen year old boy that's now a sobbing mess. It was his third time escape this month. It was his birthday, Christmas.
People say that Christmas is the most wonderful time of the year but for the teenager it's another trip to hell.
If he doesn't train right, he will be punished. And he knew that his 'master' will do anything to make him face a punishment.
The albino is thrown across an oh-so familiar room. It has boxes full of...toys and other stuff too.
The door then opened revealing more and more men dressed in black suits. As the eigth one closes the door, Alistair have a grim look in his face. "Go at him, boys."
The men then walk towards Alistiar's lean body, restraining every limb and slowly tearing each article of clothing, some are gripping him rather hard, some of it are drawing blood.
"St-Stop..." The albino protest. "Ple...se...no more...stop. Stop. STOP!"
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Alistair is running, finally running after so many years. He turn his head back, not seeing a thing but he knew better. They were there, just waiting...
The albino recalls all the memories there, like orbs of nightmare just wanting to Hurst and drove you to insanity.
What Harold did is something beyond torture. Alistair is forced to train to be an assassin everyday and when he failed, he became a ragdoll or a sex doll depending on his master's mood. The worst part is that most of the time there will be multiple men waiting for him there.
It was violating. He was severly underage to be touch everywhere and be nearly beaten to death.
So now, he's running for a better future and a better life. Anything is better than living in that wretched place.
Now, he was in a neighbourhood far from the place he used to live in. He couldn't call it a home. Never.
Alistair started seeing black dots. More and more came and he welcomed it. He have nothing more to lose not give anyway, what's the worst things that can happen?
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"...and then a friend of your father accidentally trips over me and took me in. That's how I start my assassin journey. Then I met you study in some fancy school and then parented to be an eighteen year old." Alistair ended his story, only a single tear had ran down his place.
"What do you mean pretend to be an eighteen year old?" Alexander asked, jot catching the whole drift of Alistair's story telling.
"Alexander, I'm twenty three, I'm older than you."
"The should explain the height..." The blind grumbled quietly. The albino replied with a soft chuckle.
"Come on, you have a lot of growing to do! You could have some defined muscles like me! Don't forget the abs too." The albino teases. The two laugh, now the depressing atmosphere is now long gone.
Alexander still feel sorry for Alistair but right now, a sorry isn't that best thing to say.
A hand suddenly crept up on top of Alexander's nape and pulled him forwards. A pair of soft lips met him half way through. The kiss suddenly became a heated one when Alexander pusjes himself on Alistair. Not that the albino mind.
"How much time do we have left?" Alistair asked as he went down and kisses Alexander's neck. Alexander then looks at his watch, seeing they have 30 minutes before his dad show up and check on Alistair.
"Thirty minutes, why?"
"You think you can do it that short?" Alexander pills away slightly and saw Alistair giving him the puppy dog eyes. How can he say no to that?
So, Alexander leaned in and captures Alistair's lips with his own.