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MAFIA STORY PT 1

This is a story featuring @gatheringofsuffering / @sufferingsthegame ‘s ocs and my own! Its one of many parts of a mafia based story, let me know what you think.

TW [Implied] Pedophilia

The sky was dark, only lit by a million stars and the quarter moon that sat perfectly between them all. My back against the cool familiar concrete of the roof we met on every night as I stared into the speckles scattered above me. My phone laid flat on the concrete, silent. He always shows up, or at the very least he texts. Most people wouldn't give it a second thought, they wait patiently for a text or for them to come home. No one would think the worst in just a few hours, a day even. But I know otherwise, I know him.. I've been running every scenario in my head. Over and over again. And every single one has led me back to the same conclusion. I know I can't be rash.. not just yet. but i'd be lying if i said i didn't want to run through every alley, pick every bar fight and check every building in sight until my legs are burning and my head throbs. The sick feeling in my stomach won't go away, it sits at the bottom like a boulder and the continuous nauseous feeling gets worse with every breath. The buzzing of my phone makes my hand move like a flash of light. I grab it, hoping for a miracle and inevitably being disappointed again when the notification wasn't his name. My eyes dart to the top of the screen to read the time. 1:32am. It's later than usual. It's been about a whole day now, a whole day hes been missing. Where did you go? I can't take it any longer. I need to get answers.

I sat on the edge of the rooftop overlooking the buildings below and kicking my feet a bit. My brain is racing with all the information for my newest case. Trying to piece all of them together for Braxton. He never liked doing the thinking himself, it always pleased him more when i brought him the information already put together for him. Pleasing him helped me keep my status. pleasing him was practically all I lived for at this point.

“Hiya Blue”

Except him. My head turns in the direction of the familiar voice. There he stands only a few feet from me making his way in my direction, his emerald green hair falling against his forehead. He always kept it longer, enough to put into a small little pony tail if he wanted to. The thought amused me a little. He wasn't very tall, or well built like most men I've met in the mafia business. Sometimes I wonder how he ever made it so far. But he was smart, I guess I'll give him that. He used his younger look to his advantage and he used it well. God if he told me he was 13 I would've believed him. He always boasted about how he didn't have a group he worked for, how he worked for himself. God, how I envied him for it too. I hated him in fact . Braxton always told me never to trust someone like him, they were always out to get us. If I trusted them too much theyd ruin everything we've worked for, they'd hurt me. I hated him for a while, some would go as far to say we were enemies. Sometimes I still do. I watch his dark brown eyes scan me as he walks, probably out of habit I think. In case I'm armed, which I always am. He knows this.

“Hey Green, get bored of life without me so soon?” I tease him slightly. Which earns me a small smirk.

“Oh yea lifes sooooo fucking boring, i was almost gonna die if you werent on this roof” he speaks sarcastically. He always knows how to push my buttons with his sly comments and snarky attitude.

“Well get to dying asshole, I was just leaving” I say as I lift my legs over the concrete siding to the roof and turn myself around, now facing him before jerking myself off the siding to stand. He pouts his stupid pretty lip as he watches me and crosses his arms a bit

“already? But i just got here”

“well should've got here sooner, green” I smirk a bit as i walk by him, tapping the pad of my pointer finger under his chin as i walk by him. He rolls his eyes but i catch a glimpse of his small smirk

“I have a life, you know, not my fault you don't. Standing on the roof waiting for me all day”. God hes fucking annoying.

“I don't wait for anyone. Certainly not you, in fact I have a group that needs me” i spit as I turned my head just enough to see his snarky look on his face looking back at me already.

“I have a group blahh blahh” he mocks me. He always mocks me.

“Fuck you” i spit.

“fuck you” he immediately says back. I continue walking to the old rusty fire escape, once painted red, on the side of the roof, no longer feeling the need to entertain him.

“When you're done running around like a lost puppy for your group, you know where to find me” he speaks as I grab the handle of the fire escape. I flip him off before sliding down it, what a prick.

I sit up quickly, sliding my phone into the pocket of my weathered and ripped black jeans. I place my hand on the concrete and lift myself to my feet. If I wanted to know what happened, I'd have to go where everything would have started. I look over to the side of the building, i know where all these buildings are placed by now. I know this city like the back of my hand. I turn my body towards the side before getting a running head start, running towards the side and jumping as soon as my foot touches the edge. I watch the roof of the shorter building next door get nearer and I quickly tuck myself, rolling myself safely onto the roof. I stand and head over to the fire escape, grabbing the handle and sliding down it into the alley below. His apartment is only a few blocks from here, that's where i'll start.

I eventually arrived at his apartment building, surely his front door would be locked like it always is. However he leaves the balcony door open for me. I don't even bother checking the front door anymore. The old apartment owner knows me, infact trusts me with his home. Shes very kind. He got really lucky, she would have screwed him on his money so many times. Idiot. I know she’ll let me in, but i don't see why i should worry her. She’d most certainly call the police, thats the last thing he needs.I look into the window first, looking around his dark apartment. The lights are out, a clear indication he's not home. He loves to leave the lights on. His apartment looked like it always did, i took that as a good sign. No sign of a struggle or mess that wasnt already there. I grab the handle of the door and slide it open simultaneously reaching down to my leg harness to retrieve my knife before stepping inside cautiously. My eyes quickly dart around the apartment, scanning for any sign of life besides myself. I keep my footsteps quiet. I start with the kitchen on my left, making my way towards the counter tops. Nothing but dirty dishes fill the sink and empty cups lie across the counter. He was never one for throwing things away, even garbage. Hoarder. I think to myself as i continue making my way along the kitchen tile. The floor is surprisingly clean and white. I reach for the cabinets, checking every one incase he decides to make it a scavenger hunt for me. He loved to put important things in obscure places, only for me to find at the oddest of moments. Some would say it works in his favor. Who would check for a key in the ice cream box in the back of a small freezer? Never thought that'd be where I thought to check for things now. However my looking resulted in nothing. I labeled the kitchen a fail and continued my way towards the living area. It was a small area just beyond the kitchen. There was no wall intercepting the two, I could always see him when he’d go to make us drinks. I'd wait curled up on his light gray sofa wrapped in his dark mauve green blanket he’d occasionally leave on the back of the couch for me. He’d always say it was because he couldn't have a green couch, but I'd say it partially was because it was my favorite blanket of his. I lightly trace the back of it with my fingertips as I make my way around it. The couch wasnt of importance to me right now, however the glass coffee table in front of it had peaked my attention. Sprawled across it was papers, lots of them. A messy handwriting scribbled all about them. It was his. As i make my way to sit down i was immediately startled by a high screeching sound. I hold up my knife out of reflex looking in the direction the loud noise was coming from. It was his pet parrot. the small, pretty green bird in the cage on the other side of the room. She was screeching at me as if she was relieved to see me. I make my way across the room to the small standing cage which only makes her skreich more. I hush her softly concerned the small creature would alert the landlord living in the room not far from his. I grab a cracker from the open bag lying next to the cage

“sh sh okay Nami, calm down. Are you hungry?” As I lifted the cracker up to the cage near her she quickly took it from me. I smiled as i watched her sticking my finger through the cage and gently petting her small head with my pointer finger

“that's it, where's your owner hm?”

She chirps at me “blue. Blue. Blue”

She speaks before proceeding to eat her cracker. She repeats anything she hears often. I always found it a fun way to mess with him, making her repeat embarrassing things or simply something I would say often to throw him off his guard when he hears it. Maybe to make him think of me. clearly she hears my nickname enough to memorize it. I watch her for a moment before drawing a small breath and turning my focus back to the coffee table, “man i wish you could read bird”. I think for a moment as i look at the mess cluttered onto the table. Eventually i finally move my feet, making my way back around the table to the couch and sat down on the couch looking down at all the papers. I grab each one and quickly scan them for any importance. Some bills from his landlord, some mail that looked like spam, but what really caught my eye was the dark brown leather notebook in the middle of it all. It had a thin strap that matched its cover overlapping it and it looked like it had been used for months, a year at least. I carefully unwrap the strap and open it up skimming through each page. My eyebrow furrowed a bit looking through it, it was all his writing. Names and dates and times and places. What the hell is this? As i skim through each name, i come across a few that look familiar. Micheal Rhey.. Walter Thompson.. why do i know these?.. James Roy.. Sam Smith.. wait a minute. I know these, ive worked with them. These are all targets from my missions. The missions i saw him on. The dates matched up perfectly, and everything started to fall into place. These are his clients. These are the people that hire him. They hire him for his little sex work. These are the pedophiles that he puts on his puppy face for, the ones who loves the way he looks like a small boy. The ones he lies to for money. The ones that absolutely disgusted me. I hated every second i had to speak with them. I hated the way they spoke and shot their crooked smile at everyone, they knew exactly what they were doing. It made my stomach turn every time he sat on their lap or laughed at their pervy jokes for some simple bucks, even before I tolerated him. I immediately turned to the last page, assuming that would lead me to his latest client. Xxxxx xxxxx - the date was yesterday. Ding ding, we've got a winner. The name doesn't look familiar to me. I tear the page out of the book, folding it before sticking it into my pocket. Lucky for me finding people is my specialty, and I just happen to know a guy.

[bbyblueetypes]

Super Hero- Welcome to the Mind Fuck pt 1

this is my first whump story so bare with me. These are @gatheringofsuffering s and I’s ocs. i enjoyed this plot so i decided to write a story with it.

CW: [implied] Whump, Mind control whump, wounds/head wound, panicking, super power whump, blood 

There has been nothing but silence from the other end. Typically you'd think that'd be a good thing, a weight lifted off the shoulders of all of us. But of fucking course, its not ever that easy. It'd be different if they were fucking dead. But they're not.. they're hiding.. planning. Planning for something we need to constantly keep our guard up for. Cain said he doesn't know.. our best guess we could come up with is a fucking ambush. How pathetic. Our patrols have gotten longer, our security better. But somehow it never seems to stop the creeping feeling they'll find a way. A way to us.. a way to him. They want him dead. And as much as i would have gladly killed him myself months before.. now i'm not sure. And it makes my fucking brain hurt. Everything hurts.. when he looks at me.. when he sneaks into my room at night because he's afraid.. when he grabs my hand.. leeches onto my body and follows me around like a puppy.. when we kiss. God.. fuck.. he ruins my reputation. He ruins a lot of me. Yet of course here we are standing in the empty, dusty, junk filled abandoned buildings on our 14th patrol of the day waiting for the other to speak. Waiting for the enemy to swoop in finally and save us from this awkward fucking silence shit he does. Cmon Zay.. don't let this small soul eater kick you off your game. Of anything that could? I refuse it to be him. 

“Offly quiet” 

I speak up finally, voice echoing slightly through the empty rooms. One of us had to. He doesn't even look at me when I do. Simply continues his pace around the room, the sounds of the soles of his shoes scuffing against the dirty concrete beneath him.

“..you know i don't like speaking when they could be around.. don't want to see them”

His voice is soft.. quiet. As though he's afraid of them hearing and coming for him. Quite frankly he should be. But who was I to instill a constant fear like that into him? And how fucking boring would that be as well. So I lied.

“Chances seem slim.. but know you don't”

“And.. it'll be fine if they are because it's not just me.. and they cant control me”

He speaks as though he's trying to convince himself. I watch his face as he proceeds to scan the room, the random garbage leftover from hiders, the caving roof and the torn wallpaper. I can only nod for a moment

“Exactly.. we won't let that happen to you, well help you”

He only nods at my poor attempt at comforting. However his small smile he can't contain makes me think it actually helped. That's a first. But unfortunately for him and the rest of us I can't keep that shit up. So back to what I know best. I finally tear my eyes away from him as I proceed to scan the room's flooring as well.

“So get to chatting.. too damn quiet without your mouth”

“Awe miss me that much? I thought you hated me”

Little shit. Don't ever think I'm helping your puppy dog face again.

“Okay you can shut it now”

That only earns me a faint giggle from him and suddenly I feel lighter. If you can't fix it.. distract it.

“We both know that's not what you want me to do”

I can't help but roll my eyes at his comments.. he was always so witty . He's almost the only other person besides Z to ever match my wit. Sometimes I think that's part of why the hatred couldn't last.

“Debatable now”

“Yea? What changed Zay?”

It's the first time he even looked in my direction since we got here, and i can't help but turn to meet my eyes with his. He’s like a fucking drug. Sucking you in constantly with one glance.

“You became an ass like always”

He doesn't skip a beat. I smirk as he replies cocky as ever.

“I'm not an ass pretty boy and you know it..”

Pretty boy?

“..I've been wayyyy worse”

He has.

“Oh so nicknames now?”

He shrugs at me with his sly little smirk. He knows what he's doing.. he always does. No one’s here.. zees gone.. empty building.. just us.. fuck- no. I can't do this, Zees taking him next time. He finally pulls his eyes away from me and to the room around him once more, making his way from one to the next. I follow him.. pretending to watch anything but him. 

“Nothings here.. whole place is empty and shit”

“Won't be complaining when there is something to do”

I chuckle at his ignorance. There's one thing you learn not to do in hero work.. Speak too soon and jinx yourself. And he only proceeds to get worse. 

“Aren't we supposed to be finding something?” 

He giggles at himself, almost as though i was stupid for suggesting such a thing. If the gods were with him today, everything would stay as quiet as it is right now. But I won't let him know my worries in the danger of his words.

“I mean.. If we find something that's a plus i guess”

“Soooo just search an empty building?”

He walks slowly, one step in front of the other delicately across the concrete floor as he speaks. I watch every step he takes, for someone so smart.. He's so naïve. I can't help but smirk a bit as I shrug my shoulders slightly, focusing my attention back onto the random items on the old dusty shelves and torn, aged curtains. 

“Shit Z says.. has to be done. We make sure there's no sign of assholes hiding out.. No sign of them being here. As long as there's nothing of importance that's all we care about. Get in, get out.”

He proceeds to find me amusing, chuckling his soft chuckle again echoing throughout the room.

“Like chores.. But for buildings”

“Exactly.. Thank zee for being that mom”

Keep it lighthearted, keep the joking going. That's all you can do to keep it calm.. And keep the boredom of the task from killing you from the inside out. I turn my attention back to him when I hear his soft voice speak close to my ear.

“Rooms clear” 

He speaks soft into my ear. How he got so close is beyond me. I barely even heard him move. 

“Just junk and shit here”

He proceeds to speak while I'm still trying to figure out how he so casually moved across the room like a fucking mouse, no scratch that a mouse would've made more noise then he did. Once i give up trying to comprehend his quite movements, I finally speak.

“Yes sir.. Onto the next then?”

He opens his mouth as though to speak once more, only to be stopped by a familiar sounding voice across the room.. Too familiar.. A voice we dread hearing every single time. Her heeled boots followed.. Tap.. tap.. tap .. across the concrete flooring as she spoke. I immediately turn in her direction, casually shielding Cain with my body as I do so. 

“Junk? Haven't you heard, One man's trash is another's treasure?”

I couldn't feel Cain.. But I certainly saw it in his face. He was tense. Stressed. It happens every single time she's nearby. He's afraid of her. His own mother. Not biologically of course. But the one that raised him his entire life, when no one else wanted him. When he was alone and everyone was fucking scared of his power. Just like everyone was scared of mine. As much as i hated to admit it.. We weren't really that different.. He was like Z.. like me.. We were all feared.. all left. We were all framed to be something we weren't. But alas here we all were.. Together.. Being heroes and shit.

“W-why are you here..?”

He stutters despite his efforts.

“Just walking the town, noticed you two seemed lost”

“Lying ass”

I mumbled slightly, That comment was meant to stay in my head. Luckily, he speaks before she can pick up my snarky comment.

“Were not lost, so go back to your walk or whatever”

Her eyebrows raise, he's never been one to talk back. Especially to her. Zee would say he’s been spending to much time with me, maybe that’s true.. but fuck.. come on its pretty fucking hot right? Just me?

“Why.. haven't you gotten snarky little one? Shouldn't speak that way to your mother..”

“..can say whatever I want”

Alright.. so maybe we're treading on dangerous ropes with his attitude. But Who am I to interrupt a family reunion?

“Id watch yourself before you get someone hurt”

“..why you're here, isn't it?”

She only smirks, turning her attention to me once again with her sharp gaze. I could almost make out a glare in her eyes as she looked me up and down. She despised me, maybe even blamed me for Cain's attitude.. For his absence in her life. She wouldn't be too far off if she had. Finally the wicked witch speaks up.

“I don’t think we’ve formally met.. Zayden right?”

Well..

“No” 

I glanced momentarily at Cain.. I didn't need to watch him long to see his confusion. His stress begin to grow. I know I'm fucked. He knows it too. It's exactly what happened to him.. Probably more than I know. She only smirks at my response though something gives me the feeling she doesn't find me very funny.

“Don't lie to me Zayden, Cain already gave you in. didn't you, little one?”

He- no no he wouldn't do that she's just a fucking liar. Suddenly there's a pounding in my head. Small at first.. I focus on it. I focus and I- I feel it getting bigger. When did it get there? Has it always been there? I can hear them talking. What are they saying?

“I-i did? What are you talking about?”

Its him..  He sounds so far away.. Why can't I answer him? This pounding- holy fuck.. Is this what she feels like? Suddenly I hear my name and i try to put aside the pounding for a moment.

“Zayden, why don't you come with me? Clearly he's not very careful with you, hm? Clearly he doesn't care whether what he says hurts you or not.”

Why the hell would he do this to me? My body doesn't feel like mine.. As much as I don't want to, I can't help myself but obey. My feet move themselves in her direction and I watch her smile widen. She's happy? She's happy to have me.. No ones happy to have me. Just as my feet start moving I feel his gentle hand grasp my arm. What is he doing? As I look in his direction I am only met with desperation on his face.. He's panicking.. Why is he so panicked, I'm okay I'm doing as I'm told? He should know better than anyone..

“Zayden.. . stop..”

His voice.. His voice cracks just slightly, filled with nothing but desperation to match his expression. I can't..

“Zayden, here. Now. don't let him treat you like that anymore.”

Her voice speaks from my left.. Let go of me please.. I need to get to her.. I pull my arm away from his loose grasp. If he really wanted me to stay he would have held me harder anyway.. It's an act, it's all an act. She might just be right.

“Zayden please snap out of it please..” 

I see him press our panic button, right on the sleeve of his suit. I can see the slight blinking of green light up my right wrist. He wants zee. Why doesn't he trust me? I can fix this without her. I'm just as fucking good as she is! Every part of my body is screaming for me to rip my fucking head apart, find the source of the pounding and make it stop. Make this fucking pounding stop! I can hear her giggling in the back. Move.  i cant fucking move. Just move.

“You should know better than anyone little one, he doesn't stop until I say so.”

“Let him go.. You-you can't just do this..”

Oh my fucking god she's not doing anything! I'm doing good! 

“Oh but I can.. And I am. Your actions have consequences little one.. I raised you better”

“Just let him go.. He didn't do shit!”

He sounds so pathetic begging for someone who doesn't need saving. She thinks so. I think so.

“Zayden.. Please calm him down for me? Tie him up.”

One command. One simple ask of me is all i need for the nerves in my body to light up once again. I feel my body moving before i can even think. I find myself moving toward him and reaching out my arms for his. I grabbed them harder than I should, but I needed him to stay.. Not like he held mine. Easy to pry away from. Easy to leave. He didn't try. Not like me. He tried to back away// i see his feet practically stumbling over themselves.. Why doesn't he want me now?

“Get off.. Don't- don't touch me.”

Why?! I can't speak. Its to fucking much. He doesn't want me to touch him? fine. I watch myself shove him back. And back. And back. Until he falls back into a nearby chair. 

“God he's so much easier then you are little one” 

She's not talking to me.. But the praise is still there. She wants me. I am better. I am not secondary. I hear the slight whimper in his voice as start to tie his arms to the chair, when did i get this rope? Where did it come from? I can't stop. His whimpering hurts. But I can't stop.

“Stop it, let go! Stop controlling him please Rowan..”

“I'm not done yet”

I'm not being- no no I'm not.. I'm fighting it. I know the rope is tight little hero.. Just let me.. Let me. 

“Please.. Please don't do this..” 

He's pleading, he's pleading not to her but to me.. But I can barely think about it, it's only a small thought in the back of my mind as I feel myself proceed to crouch down onto my knees and tie his ankles in just the same way as his wrists. I need him to stay.

“Quit struggling. Wouldn't want him to have to break something, would we now? Look at him I'm sure he could do some real damage couldn't he”

I feel him stop at her words. He stopped pulling. He stopped fighting me. He still listens to her, just like he always used to. Just like he used to follow her around as her personal little heal toy. Yet somehow he's concerned about me? It's pathetic truly.. The way he betrayed her.. Who's to say he wouldn't do it to Zee.. to me..? He’d fuck  us all and he wouldn't even think twice. I don't remember walking.. All I remember is being back next to her. At her side watching as the frown on his face only grew the more he stared at me. I could barely even feel the feeling of her fingers combing through my dark mess of hair as she ruffled it.

“Look at him.. Such a good boy isn't he Cain?”

“Please let him go rowan.. Please..”

She was praising me.. She was proud of what i had done.. Was he ever proud of me? I don't feel like me.. I don't feel like the me he would be proud of. She only chuckled in his response.

“What? Maybe ill keep him for a bit. Maybe he doesn't want you anymore, why would he? You'd betray him just like you betrayed your own family.”

“Y-you're controlling him.. I'm not stupid he-he wouldn't do that..”

His voice cracks. P a t h e t i c. p a t h e t i c. p a t h e t i c. 

“Oh really?” she smirked as she spoke “and what makes you so sure? You barely know him”

“H-he promised! And he wont do that.. He wouldn't do that..”

His voice quivered as he spoke.. I could hear it. She could hear it. It satisfied her. The desperation.. The begging.. The fear. She wanted this. I wanted this. She scoffs at his pathetic attempt at reasoning. With her? With himself? Didn't matter. 

“Promised? Don't be such a child Cain.”

He stayed silent. Had he given up on me? I try to focus on his face, his expressions. Tried to find fear of my own. His face never changed from the state it was in. he just remained silent as i felt her small arms wrap around my right one tightly.

“So strong.. Surprised he hasn't killed you himself yet”

“..please just let him go.. Ill go with you or.. Whatever you want please just.. Just let him go rowan..”

“And miss the fun opportunity? Absolutely not. What lesson would you learn from that?”

There it is. Just as strong as before. The fear and desperation as he pulls on the ropes once more, not seeming to care about the threat he was given not 5 minutes prior. Why is he fighting me so hard? A small glimpse of blinking green shines once again in the corner of my eye. He’s calling for her again. He really.. Doesn't.. Trust.. Me. I want to throw something. I want to punch the nearest fucking wall, or hell even person. But my thoughts are cut short by her soft chuckle in my ear.

“Maybe i should make him do all the punishing, maybe then you'll listen more”

Was he listening? He didn't seem to be. I just watched him continue to pull his wrists free of the tightly bound ropes to no avail. Then i hear it.

“Zayden..”

My name.

“Stop him”

Stop him.

No..

 Kill him. 

Please..

Beat him. 

I cant..

How fucking pretty his blood will look on your hands. Your angry. I know you are. 

It.. I-I'm not fucking angry..! 

Let it out. Its okay. This isn't real anyway. 

Stop it!

You wanted this didn't you? You wanted him gone. Just you and Zee again. Nothing to get in your way. 

FUCK!

My bodies moving, i can feel it move to him faster than i ever have. I watch the fear grow in his eyes. But not for her. For me. My hands wrap around his small neck easily. I'm squeezing tightly and he can do nothing to stop my hands from breaking his small neck right there. He doesn't move.. Is that on purpose? All i can do is watch his eyes stare back at mine, glossed over and welling with tears.

“...Zayden… please…”

His voice is weak.. Soft.. searching for any air I might accidentally let in. I cant move my eyes from his and for a moment I question myself. Do I want this? This isn't.. Something I wanted. I was here to protect him.. Zee trusted me to protect him.. And yet here my hands are on the bring of taking the very life I was entrusted with. Not only by her.. But by him too. No.. no no no this.. Let go.. Let go.. Let go! Suddenly he’s on the floor, trying to curl himself as much as he can.. Trying to catch his breath quickly as though I may take it away once again. I shoved him backwards as hard as I could and now tears stream down his soft cheeks as he whimpers in pain. 

“Already listening more than Cain ever did with you”

The white haired fucker spoke up for the first time in what felt like ages. I almost forgot he was even here. Part of me wonders if he really poses any use to this shit except being the getaway bitch. 

“Maybe i should just keep him instead, way stronger too.”

I pay no mind to their conversation. Instead, focused on the small boy in front of me on the floor as I place one of my boots on his chest. Not like he was going anywhere if I hadn't. Nor would his eyes dare to leave me either. He winced at the pressure, still attempting to breath from my last attack.

“Zayden please you're- you're hurting me please g-gonna break- gonna break my ribs..”

No no.. I cant break you.. I - I need to save you.. I'm gonna help you.. I need you alive little hero. Everyone elses voices are nothing but muffled gibberish until i hear my dreaded name once again, not a foot from me, as she slides her hand up my left back and to my shoulder. Her grip tightens once she gets there

“-..Zayden, why don't you give him a taste of his own medicine? Not fair he got to stab you right? Bet you've been wanting revenge for that all this time”

Have I? I don't blame him for that.. do I? When did she get that close? Though my thoughts don't stop my body's instant reaction to turn in her direction and take the beautiful gold plated serrated knife she held out to me. Her initials engraved on the side of the blade. I can tell by the smirk on her face that she's pleased with this response. However, Cain was clearly not so pleased with this decision. I felt him panicking beneath my foot, attempting to pry his wrists once again from the rope. Once my attention was back on him his heartbeat felt like a fucking drum, I almost thought he’d have a heart attack before i even finished. Jax’s voice perked up again.

“Don't even have to worry bout what we tell him, quiet fucking puppet.”

“Not even a peep out of him. Zayden, you make things go away, take his sight while you're at it.”

Its true. My powers are no secret. I take away people's senses with a single touch. Cain hated his taken, I've known this. But even then this felt right.. I had to do this.. For him..? For me..? I wasn't sure. All I knew is my feet were moving as were my hands directly towards the fearful boy. His feet moved backwards as he stared at me, hoping it would save him from my grasp.. From my power. And it almost did.

“Zay.. Zay please you have to stop y-you can do it, know-know you can..”

His voice shook and his back met the concrete wall behind him. It only made him more frantic when he felt the cold wall and for a moment.. His words made me consider. I stopped for only a second, my eyes scanning his face trying to figure out why his words mattered so much to me.. My body.. My mind screamed for me to do it.. But I couldn't be rid of something deep in the back of my thoughts, screaming at the top of its lungs to stop. But it wasn't there for long, being drowned out by her voice giving me another order. Only three words.. But three words that clearly mattered more than anything screaming in my head. 

“Get him Zayden”

I could see her piercing glare at the small boy through the corner of my eye.. Though I'm unsure if he cared to notice too. Too busy attempting to avoid my touch once again. He reached out and grabbed me, a bold move but one i knew could be the end of me if he wanted. And for a moment i thought it was.. It sure fucking felt like it. The dizzying shot of his power coursing through my arm where he touched, straight to my head and all through my body faster then i could even think to move. 

“I-I'm sorry I'm sorry.. Please.. Please don't touch me..”

His words were pleading and genuinely apologetic. He made me fucking sick.. He’s done it before.. But not since.. Fuck I cant believe I was so fucking stupid. I cant believe he fucking did this to me.. It fucking hurts. I let go of whatever I had of him almost immediately and reach for my head instead, closing my eyes along with it. I feel like I'm going to fucking fall over. Fall 50 feet over a buildings ledge. I had one order and I couldn't just fucking do it.. Why cant he let me do this? All I can do is curse.

“Look at you Cain, fighting back? Against your new favorite person? Seems like your betrayal doesn't just include us”

I can feel her glare even when my eyes are closed, though its not towards me.. It stings all the same. Her voice is quaint and angry and i can hear his footsteps moving quickly past me. God this fucking sucks.. I feel myself sink down to the floor.

“Zayden. Zayden get the fuck up. You're tough aren't you? You're gonna let him treat you like this?”

Fuck I cant.. My body is screaming for me to move.. But I- fuck I cant. It hurts. I know the repercussions of staying here.. But I cant force myself to move. I hear him whimper a few feet from my left as he spoke once again.

“Please just leave him alone.. I-I learned my lesson, I'm so sorry.. I'm sorry..”

And for a moment there is silence, but only for a moment until I hear a voice I haven't heard quite yet, but familiar all the same. Her voice is light, soft.. But stern. She always has a distinct accent, haven't heard anyone's like it before. My only wish is that she made better time.. She's really gotta work on that.

“The fuck is this?”

Were never hearing the end of this. 

“Now the whole fucking party’s here”

I hear the stupid white hair teleporter speak to my right.. Seems as though he’s next to rowan now. Great. I force my eyes to open, observing everyone, though they don't seem to notice as their eyes are glued to the tall dark haired woman in her skin tight black suit that has now entered the ring. Rowans eyes roll as she speaks.

“Come to play? I'm sure he’d love both of you finishing his punishment for me”

Z shot her a glare in response, I had always found her crystal eyes deadly. Now I'm sure of it. 

“What? Cant fight your own battles all of a sudden? Done getting your ass handed to you?”

“Awe but its so much more fun to watch you all put on a cute little performance for us”

Rowans white haired pet speaks with a sly smirk on his face, I think if I could kill one person in the entire world and not get Z’s backlash on ‘being a hero’.. It'd be him. Though right now her look almost makes me think shell do it for me at this point. Cain had only curled up in the corner far from any of us. And for a moment my mind felt more clear, as everything that had happened suddenly rushed at me like a tsunami. All i can think of is him, and for him.. I immediately take my hand and touch my forearm.. Focusing on my power and taking away my own hearing. I used to do this often, mostly when i was tired of zees rant and lessons, or when someone on the train was just to fucking much.. So reading lips was not as difficult a task as for others, and now i can breath. Watching as the group argues and whines. Watching their lips closely.

“Entertainment? No wonder you all haven't taken over yet”

“Seems like were doing real fuckin good right now, entertainment or not” Jax snarked back

“Seems like you all are wasting your time once again, now should i kill you or should you go and leave us the hell alone?”

She was always giving them outs.. It was her only flaw. And one i feared would be her demise.

“Zayden, kill her”

Rowan seemed to grow tired of the arguing and yea.. Fuck you. I didn't move and inch from where I was and confusion was slowing growing on rowans face as she turned her attention to me, noticing my lack of movement. Her white haired pet noticed to, not wasting a moment to send his smokey powers into zees throat. she struggled to breath, grabbing at her throat and I could only watch for a moment before rowan lunges for me. I couldn't make out what she was saying to me, but all I knew it is was obviously really fucking dumb. I attempt to touch her, hoping that if I took away anything from her that her white haired pet would follow suit and disengage the smoke he had in Z’s lungs. I tried standing, fighting against Rowan to hopeful get an advantage. I was far taller then her, and id argue stronger, but only standing. She knew it to, as soon as I groggily got to my feet she attempted to back away.

“Fucking asshole! You were doing so well too!”

Wah wah. All I can tell from her expression is that she's whining. Shocker. Suddenly a flash of light was there.. Then gone. As was she. Her pet had teleported himself over and grabbed her.. Guess that works. Z’s now coughing up a lung in hopes to get her breath back and I am the smartest fucking person on the team. Everything's in harmony. The only problem is I’m still dizzy as a bitch.. And fearful of what I've done to Cain.. Trying to suppress those thoughts until after the danger has passed is easier said then done as they keep flashing in the front of my mind. How could you? He needed you? You did this. You hurt him. Soon my eyes are finding themselves distracted on the moving figure in front of me as she runs in Cain's direction. I don't dare move closer then I am already, I don't deserve that. I don't deserve him to see me right now. I don't deserve him near me.

“Hey.. hey are you hurt?”

She speaks in her soft, nurturing voice she always uses with him. 

“C-cant tell.. Cant s-see.. Hurts”

I cant hear him.. But I watch the pain on his face flourish. for a moment i think that maybe I should find the two fuckheads that caused this. To kill them or die trying. To show him I'm-.. I'm fuckin sorry. But my feet are planted where i am and I only watch as Z carefully crouches next to him.

“Can I touch you? I wanna make sure you're okay”

“Can- can touch me..”

He nods only slightly and it hits me. The chair. The chair I brutally shoved him over in as his wrists and ankles were bound, powerless to choose otherwise. 

“..Head.. check his head.. and his chest.. Check them both..”

She glances at me when I speak before immediately turning her attention back to the small boy, checking him over.. First his chest.. That was only littered with a few scrapes and bruises.. Then his head.. Fine for a moment until her hand slowly slide to the back of his head. The pain on his face was enough of an indication that she hit the spot, let alone the hard flinch that followed. She moved her hand away as fast as he had reacted to it being there to begin with, and with that her hand was decorated in a dark red liquid. If her face didn't show concern before it sure did now. It was written all over it. I did this. I caused this to him. He could die because of me. 

“Oh fuck Cain..” 

 “H-hurts so much.. I don't- I don't understand..”

He looks confused. I feel selfish. 

“You're okay.. You're gonna be fine here.. Let me lift you okay?”

I watch as she carefully picks him up of the floor before rowans mouth seemly opens once again, this time Jax no where near her. 

“Whos this Cain? Answer your mother. Should your mother know all your friends?”

“I-i just want to go home Z..”

This cant be good. Z seems to try to ignore her taunts, only frowning in response, but I cant say that its working the same for Cain. 

“I know.. We will.. I promise”

“Oh Z? What an interesting name. Why don't you come bring him to me Z”

The smirked grows on her face as zee stops for a moment and starts heading in the direction of the smart mouthed woman. And for a moment I think it might have worked.. But her eyes are still hers, as are her movements. They give her away, and suddenly I don't feel like the smartest person on the team anymore. 

“Good girl”

Rowan mused seemingly proud of herself as Z made her way closer to rowan. There was a pause.. And then finally, like a bolt of lightning, Z reaches out her hand as grabs rowans forearm. As rowans eyes grow wider and she attempts to yank her arm away from her grasp, I can only assume she's draining her. 

“Get off!!” 

Just then I feel a cold think metal pressed against my neck and an muscled arm wrap itself around me before I can make a move. 

“Fucken stop, or ill kill him!”

Her pets voice was like nails on a chalkboard to my ears, and of course he was right fuckin next to them. But as zee looked over at the screaming banchi, she let rowans arm free and she stumbled backwards just as quickly. Just as fast as the metal was there, it was gone. A flash of light left in its place as Jax teleported his way over to his owner, and then poof… they were both gone with the light. Wherever they went I couldn't seem to care. All i could focus on was the boy in Z’s arms still, looking at her suit that was now covered in his own dark red blood. 

“C-can feel the b-blood..”

“Hey hey, its okay. I'm gonna help you okay?’

Her voice and attention all back to him. Paying me almost no mind. Which was okay.. Perfect actually.. Really didn't need the lecture right about now. 

“I- I cant heal it.. I-I cant heal it I would if I could..”

He’s always trying to fix himself, fix everyone. Even when he’s the one dying. Which of course it’d be very convenient if his powers worked as so, but they weren't always so considerate. Z knew so too, but i knew she couldn’t break it to him. She never could. 

“I know.. I know you would its okay.. Head wounds bleed a lot even when they're small. Ill fix it for you and it'll be okay.”

I watch her as she tries to stop the bleeding with her hand. Only met with another small flinch and a scrunched face.

“Ow.. that-that really hurts”

“Shh I know.. I'm sorry. Let me take you home okay? Zay will follow”

He only nods and she gives me a short glance, hoping I would get the memo I assume. But that doesn't stop them from talking about me some more. 

“H-he okay? I made him sick I-I think?”

“He looks okay, I don't think he can hear, but that's his own doing don't worry about him”

Please don't worry about me, I don't think I can handle anymore fucking pity. I don't deserve it.

“I-I gave her his name.. I-I didn't mean to.. M I in t-trouble?”

Z shook her head, and I absently shook mine slightly as well. No. never.

“That's not your fault.. Absolutely not. Not even a little”

This time he didn't reply, only playing with the zipper and clasps on her suit as she gave me another quick glance, beginning to walk home. I just followed, a few paces back. Keeping my distance. I cant risk anything. I cant.