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Liam is in a gang and Mattie is a runaway from home... How will Mattie's presence affect Liam and the gang he is in?
(Warning Contains: Yaoi/Language/Violence/Drama/Romance)
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Here is some information on the two main characters.(I control Liam while my friend control's Mattie.) When the other characters are going to show up, I’ll post their bios as well.~
~(The story begins here)~
Matthieu gasped and stopped running long enough to lean against the wall of a small shop, holding a ramps railing desperately for support so he wouldn't fall over. How long had he been running? Where was he? The male lifted his eyes and looked around, his glasses were starting to fog up and the air was visible in front of him as he breathed in gasps. It was no longer snowing... but it was still so cold. He had left that damn place barely prepared for the winter. The male was short... around five foot four, which was short for a French seventeen year old, and rather pale. He had short blond hair just above his slender shoulder with a small curled piece coming from the side and brilliant purple eyes. They were strange for a normal person... but he didn't mind. He had his mothers eyes, and that was what made him happy. Matthieu was currently wearing a pair of long - to long - blue jeans and a long sleeved red sweater. NOT a winter jacket... he was freezing! No scarf, no hat, and no gloves! Not to mention Converse were not the best shoes for the snow... his feet had to be close to having frostbite by now. He had been in such a hurry to escape that place, that stupid trailer in the middle of the city... that he had shoves some clothes, his sketchbook, and Kumajiro into his backpack and ran. He didn't know where he was going or why he was running... he just wanted to get away. His father wouldn't come after him and would only notice he was gone after the food stopped appearing in front of him and the beer was no longer stocked up in the fridge. There would be no one to yell at. No one to hit. No one to blame but himself. Matthieu was safe... well... safer.
Now he was lost. Lost, cold, and terrified. " What are we going to do, Kumajiro? " he whispered out loud. He knew the bear couldn't talk back to him and was currently shoved uncomfortably in the bottom of his bag... but talking out loud to someone who he knew would listen always made him feel better. Kumajiro always listened and never judged. That was what he loved about his Polar Bear. The male shivered and wrapped his arms around himself as if trying to send away the shivers. It didn't work... He sighed and turned his head down to stare at his soaked shoes. He had to think of something or he would freeze. He wouldn't be able to make it through the night in his clothes... in what he brought with him. His thoughts, however, were interrupted with a voice.
"You idiot! I told you it wasn't a girl! "
Matthieu snapped his head up and stared seeing three others boys. They looked his age... but all a lot bigger... and all seemed to be very irritated. " E-excuse me? " he stuttered. The males ignored him and continued with their conversation as if he hadn't spoke. As if he wasn't there.
"The kid looked like a girl from back there, what the hell do you want from me?"
"Well, it'd be nice if you knew the different from a guy and a girl."
"Oh shut the **** up. He looks like a SHE. Look at the face!"
"Hm..."
Oh, how he wished he could disappear. Maybe if he tried hard enough he could disappear into the wall. Matthieu slunk back away from them, hoping for just that, but let out a cry as the biggest male grabbed his arm and yanked him forward. "P-please! Let me go! " he cried trying to squirm his way free from the boys grip. That, of course, proved to be worthless. They were bigger, stronger, and obviously not as cold as he was. The male felt his eyes started to burn, tears beginning to fall, as the boys made a few snide remarks about helping him warm up.
" Is this how I will die? "
(Liam's POV)
Liam had just pulled to the curb in the neighborhood he currently lived in. The man was sitting in his red mustang that he had gotten over the years by the money he earned on the missions he did. The boy was about five foot six with red hair that went a little past his ears. The tips of his hair were dyed orange since…that was his favorite color. His right ear had a few piercings on them and he wore a chained necklace. The boy was wearing a red tank top under a purposely ripped white vest over it with a few safety pins hooked into the rips. Around his neck was a red scarf since it was cold and just had got done snowing. As for his pants he wore plain black jeans with matching colored boots. Moving his hand to grab the smoothie he just bought, he placed the straw to his lips and started to sip out of it. His red eyes had widened at the taste of banana on his tongue. "****ING A! You got to be kidding me! I said I wanted strawberry!" The male moved his free hand to roll down the window as he chucked the smoothie out of the window. "What a waste of five fricking dollars." Kicking his feet up onto the dashboard, he allowed his eyes to glance to the side when his phone started to ring. While rolling up the window the male had then grabbed his cell phone with the other hand when it started to ring.
Flipping the cell phone opened, he had started to speak. " Yeah? …Are you kidding me! You guys said I had off to-What do you mean it is his orders? Ugh, fine whatever I'll be there in an hour. Bye." Hanging up the phone, he threw it in the back of his car. It was his day off and they wanted him to go to the base. He could so use a cigarette right now, but he had quit smoking a week ago which made him even more irritable. ****. Why did he even quit in the first place! Cursing under his breath, he let his head press against the seat. " First they give me a banana smoothie and now this! **** my life." Moving his legs off of the dashboard the male noticed a group of people out of the corner of his eyes. Glancing through the passenger window his eyes had narrowed at the sight of three boys messing with some girl. " Might as well kick some ass before I have to go back to the ass. " Grabbing his gun from under his seat, he opened his door and stepped outside. Walking behind the three males, he had kicked one of them in the back of their knee. " Hey dumb****s!" Liam shouted with a grin plastered on his face.
When one of the males had fallen onto the ground it caused the other two to look up at him glaring. However when they noticed the gun in his hands the leader released the girl and started to step back. "That's right step back like the coward ***** you are. Move along fat asses or I'll pop a cap in your ass." Once they all fled from the area, he had put his gun into his back pocket. It wasn't even loaded anyways, hehe. Looking at the girl, he had knelt down to help her up. " You shouldn't be around this part of the city. A lot of scumbags like them roam this area, so why do-wait a minute you are a boy. Holy hell." The male said as he raised a brow at the other. Eh male or female who cared. Once the other was on his feet, he moved a hand into his hair. Damn it was cold outside. " What is someone like you doing around these parts anyways?"
(Mattie's POV)
Matthieu let out a cry and tried to pull from the boys harder... when suddenly there was a voice? It was loud, demanding. A second later one of the smaller ones, not the leader, had toppled to the ground, releasing his hold on the arm and sending Mattie tumbling back into the wall. He let out a grunt and let himself slide down the wall slowly, one eye closing in pain from the fresh scars that had been made... well, a few nights before. They would scar and he knew it. He looked up at his savior, and gasped - again trying to shrink into the wall to disappear - seeing the boy had a gun. Was THIS how he was going to die? First he was going to be violated, which he had avoided thank goodness, now shot? God, he hoped not. He would rather go through the pain of freezing. At least death would seem warm then. Warm and peaceful. Being shot was NOT peaceful! He cowered back and watched as the three boys walked off and the male in front of him pocketed the gun. So... he wasn't going to be shot? Thank God...
He tried to back away again as the red-orange haired boy came forward and knelt down. Guh. He had only been saved because he looked like a girl... how typical! Would the boy have saved him if he looked more like a boy? If his face wasn't so much like a girls? Probably not. The world was rotten and so were the people. But... at least he had been helped by someone. Saved... by someone. "Y-yeah." he stuttered, his eyes staying down as the other helped him up and expressed his amazement that he was, in fact, a boy. Matthieu didn't bother to brush the snow off of him - even though he was freezing cold and was dying to - and merely backed into the wall as much as he could, his eyes staying down at his feet in hopes he would disappear. It was so easy to disappear at school and around his father... why was it so hard now? That why he loved crowds... it was so easy to get lost in one and not realize that everyone else was doing the same.
Then... the question. He hadn't thought about what to tell someone when he was asked that! Damn it! He should have planned for this instead of just running. He didn't have a story to tell to explain! "I... uh... I um..." he stuttered, trying to find words. He could lie and just tell him he was lost. After all, that wasn't really a lie. He WAS lost. He had no idea where he was! Maybe he could just say he was an orphan. His father was pretty much dead on the inside and out, so that wasn't really a lie. But how could he explain being out in the snow? Or he could just move and tell the truth. That might lead to questions and bugging and the last thing he wanted was to be taken back to that hell hole. Anything but that... anything. The male felt his tears start to fall harder, but sniffled and quickly moved one arm up and shoved the brim of his nose into his arm as his glasses moved up so his eyes were rubbing on the red fabric. He tried to force his sobbing away, but failed miserably, only crying harder as he started to explain. "P-please! Please, mister! Don't make m-me go back there. I can't. I won't! I'm so scared of him. He-he'll kill me if he-" Mattie was interrupted in his rant with a harsh shiver and another loud sob. His body and feet were going numb. His fingers were far past the points of feeling... but he didn't care. There was a chance he would be forced to go back! No no no! He couldn't do back! But... he couldn't run either and this guy had a gun! He was so afraid but in any case... he would go face to face with a gun before he went back to his father.
(Liam's POV)
When the smaller boy muttered out a response, he had sighed lightly. Well at least those disgusting boys were gone. If he hadn't noticed this who knew what would happen to the poor kid. The boy already looked like he had been through hell and back already. Liam had pulled out of his thoughts when the blonde haired male started to stutter. " Eh? If you got something to say then spit it out." Liam said half irritably, but had let his eyes widen quickly as the boy started to cry …HARD and ranted. Ah **** he is a crier. The boy thought to himself with a sigh. " Look kid I ain't gonna take you back…to wherever the hell you came from." Liam replied, but had given the other a questioning look when the boy ranted out something about some guy would kill him. Hm maybe he was a runaway? It would explain why someone like him was wandering around here. If he knew what this part of the city was all about he would had avoided it.
" Alright calm down and stop the waterworks. Okay?" Liam told the boy before removing the scarf from his neck. Stepping closer to the boy, he had wrapped it around the other's neck. The kid looked like he was cold as anything and even though he was cold as well the boy looked like he needed the scarf more than he did. " Ya know what? Why don't you come with me? I live in this area and you can stay at my apartment until further notice. You look like you could use a hot bath anyways." Tugging onto the boy's sleeve he had led the other towards his mustang without waiting for a reply from the other. " Get in on the passenger side." With that said, he walked to the drivers side and opened the door. Crawling inside, he took the gun out from the back pocket and placed it back under his seat. Leaning over, he had unlocked the car door for the boy. " Get in." Liam demanded as he stretched a bit. Well…maybe using this kid would get him out of going to the base. Hehe. Reaching his hand to the back seat, he had grabbed his cell phone.
Flipping the phone open, he dialed the number to one of his friends in the gang. " Hey. I can't make it-I don't care! I have to take care of something! My hands are full. It is my ****ing day off anyways-I don't care! My car isn't running, so I have to get it fixed! No shit, so let him know ok? Alright bye." Well that was easy enough hehe. Putting his cell phone in his pocket, he had glanced at the boy. " So, what is your name anyways kid?" The boy asked as he turned on the car and started to take off quickly. "My name is Liam." The male said as he sped down the road as he made a sharp turn towards where his apartment is. Once it came into view, he pulled next to the curve. " Oh yeah I forgot to mention I'm a fast driver, so…next time remember that." Heh the boy looked petrified, hehe. Turning the car off, he stepped out of it and shut the door. He waited for the other to get out of the car before he headed towards the stairs. Pulling his keys out of his pocket, he walked to his door and unlocked it. Stepping inside, he held the door open for the boy before tossing his keys and cell phone on the coffee table. " Sorry it is kind of messy." The male said as he glanced around his apartment. There were guns and car magazines everywhere. "If you want I can get you some spare clothes while you take a bath or something."
(Mattie's POV)
Matthieu felt his throat tighten painfully as the male snapped at him and spoke. He couldn't help his tears! Gah! That boy was so scary! The male froze and lowered his arm as the other said that... he wasn't going to take him back? He didn't even know where 'back' was, but he felt himself relax just a bit hearing it right from him. He sniffled and let out a choked sound as the other told him to stop the... water works? That must mean the crying. He nodded slowly and wiped his eyes again before adjusting his glasses on his face, trying his best to push back the tears. Pain had never made him cry... but fear did. He didn't cry when he was bullied and kicked and he didn't cry when his father was hitting or throwing things or yelling at him. The thought of going back.. scared him. Scared him to tears. Fear was not something he could stop.
The male stared as the other removed his scarf and wrapped his around his neck. Thankfully his face was already red so the warming of a blush went unnoticed. The scarf smelt strangely of... strawberries? How could some wacko with a gun... and red eyes - he had just noticed - smell so good? Ah, Mattie loved strawberries... almost as much as he loved pancakes. The boy pulled from his thoughts and stared as the boy spoke... then began to tug at his sleeve without giving him a chance to reply. He had JUST met this fellow and he was being offered.. a place to stay? Mattie opened his mouth to reject the offer when... the boy mentioned a bath. Oh.. a hot bath. How nice and lovely that sounded. Water... so warm... on his freezing body. He pulled from his thoughts just in time to be dragged to a car. A car? Gaah! It was such a nice car! Was this kid in a gang? Did he sell drugs? Waaaah! So scary! He stood there dumbly and watched as the man got into the car and took the gun from his pocket - Mattie was half tempted to run seeing it - then unlocked the car and ordered him to get in. It wasn't exactly a tone to be argued with so, without thinking about what he was doing, got into the car and closed the door.
Even though the car had just started... Matthieu could feel his body warming. His numb feet weren't feeling better, but slowly his hands began to regain some kind of feeling. The boy squirmed in the seat and pulled his backpack off - he had completely forgotten he had even been wearing it - and set it down by his feet as the boy started to speak again. Oh... it wasn't to him. He was yelling at someone on a cell phone. The male winced lightly and turned his head back down to the bag by his feet and said nothing. He didn't mean to be a bother... if he had known the boy had something to do he would have left. "I didn't mean to be an inconvenience." he said, his voice barely audible and unheard since the male went on speaking. Before he got the chance to reply to the male about his name, the car pulled away from the curb with ridiculously frightening speed! The male barely stopped himself from squealing and barely closed his eyes tightly, hoping it was a quick drive. Sure enough... it seemed to take seconds. That was so unsafe! "I-I g-got that." he stuttered and opened his eyes as the other warned him about the driving. Why couldn't he have said that BEFORE he began driving? Matthieu shivered roughly and looked down once more before answering Liam. "M-my name is Matthieu... Matthieu Williams."
Getting out of the car was a lot harder than getting in. He had been running for so long that his numb legs were enjoying the rest. Matthieu pushed the door open and stood up slowly, being careful not to let his shaking legs trip him. The boy grabbed his bag from the car and closed the door before making his way over to Liam. The male closed his eyes and let the shivers do their toll before heading up the steps and into the boys apartment. Messy... was an understatement. If he wasn't so cold and tired the urge to clean would have taken over. "I-it's okay. I-i-it's your h-home. I sh-" The male stopped talking as a violent shiver took over his body again. he turned his head to Liam as the other spoke again. "Y-yes please! If you... uh..." he stopped and looked down, blushing. Again, he was thankful he was red from the cold so it went unnoticed. "Something long sleeved would be nice."
Liam is in a gang and Mattie is a runaway from home... How will Mattie's presence affect Liam and the gang he is in?
(Warning Contains: Yaoi/Language/Violence/Drama/Romance)
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Don’t worry there isn’t any lemons though. (Mainly fluff) I wanted to put a warning just for a heads up. This was based off a roleplay my friend and I had. It contains original characters, so don’t expect Naruto ones. Also there is a lot of words, so some of the chapters might have to be cut down cause of the word limit.
Also, if you don’t like/approve of Yaoi then don’t read/comment. I would appreciate it.~
Also, if you don’t like/approve of Yaoi then don’t read/comment. I would appreciate it.~
Here is some information on the two main characters.(I control Liam while my friend control's Mattie.) When the other characters are going to show up, I’ll post their bios as well.~
Name: Liam King
Age: Twenty
Nickname: Doesn't really have one, but some people call him by his last name.
Likes: Cars, pizza, guns and he loves horror movies
Dislikes: Red lights, cops and bananas
History: Liam grew up in a lower middleclass family. While growing up he lived an unpleasant life by his father through beatings, verbal abuse and mental abuse. His mother had died when he was born which was the main reason why his father took his anger out on him. At the age of fifteen he had started to get into trouble by joining a gang and ever since he has gotten involved with the gang, he has never once returned home. Now he lives a dangerous life in the streets, but even now he rather live that kind of life then go back to his house.
Name: Matthieu Williams
Nicknames: Mattie
Age: Seventeen
Ethnicity: French
Likes: Snow, Polar Bears, Crowds, Books, Drawing.
Dislikes: Violence, Cold, Silence, Being Alone.
History: At the beginning of his life, Mattie grew up in a very... normal and happy house hold. He was the only child of a pair of (rather rich) doctors. Both successful and very happy. When he turned ten, his mother and him were on his way home from his violin lessons when they were caught in the middle of a very bad snow storm. The wind pushed the car off the road and into a large tree. His mother was killed on site and Mattie barely made it. After the death of his wife, Mattie's father turned to alcohol for relief. He lost his practice, their home, and everything that had made their life decent. Days after Mattie came home from the hospital was when the abuse started. First, it was only mental. Yelling, insults, and being blamed for the death of his beautiful mother. After his twelfth birthday the beatings began. Little at first, then they progressed the more his father drank. School was only worse. Because he was so frightened of his father, he grew scared of everyone else so he avoided people and avoided making friends. And that put him further as an access and a victim of bullying. The male, eventually, grew used to it and turned to art to block the world out. Art is, in a sense, what keeps him alive.
Secrets: Matheiu wears a locket around his neck with his mothers picture in it of her when she was a college student. He always has his stuffed Polar Bear, Kumajiro, with him wherever he goes. At school, the Polar Bear is always in his backpack. There are over one hundred scars all over Mattie's body, ranging from old and barely visible to fresh and obvious. The most scars are on his back.
Age: Twenty
Nickname: Doesn't really have one, but some people call him by his last name.
Likes: Cars, pizza, guns and he loves horror movies
Dislikes: Red lights, cops and bananas
History: Liam grew up in a lower middleclass family. While growing up he lived an unpleasant life by his father through beatings, verbal abuse and mental abuse. His mother had died when he was born which was the main reason why his father took his anger out on him. At the age of fifteen he had started to get into trouble by joining a gang and ever since he has gotten involved with the gang, he has never once returned home. Now he lives a dangerous life in the streets, but even now he rather live that kind of life then go back to his house.
Name: Matthieu Williams
Nicknames: Mattie
Age: Seventeen
Ethnicity: French
Likes: Snow, Polar Bears, Crowds, Books, Drawing.
Dislikes: Violence, Cold, Silence, Being Alone.
History: At the beginning of his life, Mattie grew up in a very... normal and happy house hold. He was the only child of a pair of (rather rich) doctors. Both successful and very happy. When he turned ten, his mother and him were on his way home from his violin lessons when they were caught in the middle of a very bad snow storm. The wind pushed the car off the road and into a large tree. His mother was killed on site and Mattie barely made it. After the death of his wife, Mattie's father turned to alcohol for relief. He lost his practice, their home, and everything that had made their life decent. Days after Mattie came home from the hospital was when the abuse started. First, it was only mental. Yelling, insults, and being blamed for the death of his beautiful mother. After his twelfth birthday the beatings began. Little at first, then they progressed the more his father drank. School was only worse. Because he was so frightened of his father, he grew scared of everyone else so he avoided people and avoided making friends. And that put him further as an access and a victim of bullying. The male, eventually, grew used to it and turned to art to block the world out. Art is, in a sense, what keeps him alive.
Secrets: Matheiu wears a locket around his neck with his mothers picture in it of her when she was a college student. He always has his stuffed Polar Bear, Kumajiro, with him wherever he goes. At school, the Polar Bear is always in his backpack. There are over one hundred scars all over Mattie's body, ranging from old and barely visible to fresh and obvious. The most scars are on his back.
~(The story begins here)~
Matthieu gasped and stopped running long enough to lean against the wall of a small shop, holding a ramps railing desperately for support so he wouldn't fall over. How long had he been running? Where was he? The male lifted his eyes and looked around, his glasses were starting to fog up and the air was visible in front of him as he breathed in gasps. It was no longer snowing... but it was still so cold. He had left that damn place barely prepared for the winter. The male was short... around five foot four, which was short for a French seventeen year old, and rather pale. He had short blond hair just above his slender shoulder with a small curled piece coming from the side and brilliant purple eyes. They were strange for a normal person... but he didn't mind. He had his mothers eyes, and that was what made him happy. Matthieu was currently wearing a pair of long - to long - blue jeans and a long sleeved red sweater. NOT a winter jacket... he was freezing! No scarf, no hat, and no gloves! Not to mention Converse were not the best shoes for the snow... his feet had to be close to having frostbite by now. He had been in such a hurry to escape that place, that stupid trailer in the middle of the city... that he had shoves some clothes, his sketchbook, and Kumajiro into his backpack and ran. He didn't know where he was going or why he was running... he just wanted to get away. His father wouldn't come after him and would only notice he was gone after the food stopped appearing in front of him and the beer was no longer stocked up in the fridge. There would be no one to yell at. No one to hit. No one to blame but himself. Matthieu was safe... well... safer.
Now he was lost. Lost, cold, and terrified. " What are we going to do, Kumajiro? " he whispered out loud. He knew the bear couldn't talk back to him and was currently shoved uncomfortably in the bottom of his bag... but talking out loud to someone who he knew would listen always made him feel better. Kumajiro always listened and never judged. That was what he loved about his Polar Bear. The male shivered and wrapped his arms around himself as if trying to send away the shivers. It didn't work... He sighed and turned his head down to stare at his soaked shoes. He had to think of something or he would freeze. He wouldn't be able to make it through the night in his clothes... in what he brought with him. His thoughts, however, were interrupted with a voice.
"You idiot! I told you it wasn't a girl! "
Matthieu snapped his head up and stared seeing three others boys. They looked his age... but all a lot bigger... and all seemed to be very irritated. " E-excuse me? " he stuttered. The males ignored him and continued with their conversation as if he hadn't spoke. As if he wasn't there.
"The kid looked like a girl from back there, what the hell do you want from me?"
"Well, it'd be nice if you knew the different from a guy and a girl."
"Oh shut the **** up. He looks like a SHE. Look at the face!"
"Hm..."
Oh, how he wished he could disappear. Maybe if he tried hard enough he could disappear into the wall. Matthieu slunk back away from them, hoping for just that, but let out a cry as the biggest male grabbed his arm and yanked him forward. "P-please! Let me go! " he cried trying to squirm his way free from the boys grip. That, of course, proved to be worthless. They were bigger, stronger, and obviously not as cold as he was. The male felt his eyes started to burn, tears beginning to fall, as the boys made a few snide remarks about helping him warm up.
" Is this how I will die? "
(Liam's POV)
Liam had just pulled to the curb in the neighborhood he currently lived in. The man was sitting in his red mustang that he had gotten over the years by the money he earned on the missions he did. The boy was about five foot six with red hair that went a little past his ears. The tips of his hair were dyed orange since…that was his favorite color. His right ear had a few piercings on them and he wore a chained necklace. The boy was wearing a red tank top under a purposely ripped white vest over it with a few safety pins hooked into the rips. Around his neck was a red scarf since it was cold and just had got done snowing. As for his pants he wore plain black jeans with matching colored boots. Moving his hand to grab the smoothie he just bought, he placed the straw to his lips and started to sip out of it. His red eyes had widened at the taste of banana on his tongue. "****ING A! You got to be kidding me! I said I wanted strawberry!" The male moved his free hand to roll down the window as he chucked the smoothie out of the window. "What a waste of five fricking dollars." Kicking his feet up onto the dashboard, he allowed his eyes to glance to the side when his phone started to ring. While rolling up the window the male had then grabbed his cell phone with the other hand when it started to ring.
Flipping the cell phone opened, he had started to speak. " Yeah? …Are you kidding me! You guys said I had off to-What do you mean it is his orders? Ugh, fine whatever I'll be there in an hour. Bye." Hanging up the phone, he threw it in the back of his car. It was his day off and they wanted him to go to the base. He could so use a cigarette right now, but he had quit smoking a week ago which made him even more irritable. ****. Why did he even quit in the first place! Cursing under his breath, he let his head press against the seat. " First they give me a banana smoothie and now this! **** my life." Moving his legs off of the dashboard the male noticed a group of people out of the corner of his eyes. Glancing through the passenger window his eyes had narrowed at the sight of three boys messing with some girl. " Might as well kick some ass before I have to go back to the ass. " Grabbing his gun from under his seat, he opened his door and stepped outside. Walking behind the three males, he had kicked one of them in the back of their knee. " Hey dumb****s!" Liam shouted with a grin plastered on his face.
When one of the males had fallen onto the ground it caused the other two to look up at him glaring. However when they noticed the gun in his hands the leader released the girl and started to step back. "That's right step back like the coward ***** you are. Move along fat asses or I'll pop a cap in your ass." Once they all fled from the area, he had put his gun into his back pocket. It wasn't even loaded anyways, hehe. Looking at the girl, he had knelt down to help her up. " You shouldn't be around this part of the city. A lot of scumbags like them roam this area, so why do-wait a minute you are a boy. Holy hell." The male said as he raised a brow at the other. Eh male or female who cared. Once the other was on his feet, he moved a hand into his hair. Damn it was cold outside. " What is someone like you doing around these parts anyways?"
(Mattie's POV)
Matthieu let out a cry and tried to pull from the boys harder... when suddenly there was a voice? It was loud, demanding. A second later one of the smaller ones, not the leader, had toppled to the ground, releasing his hold on the arm and sending Mattie tumbling back into the wall. He let out a grunt and let himself slide down the wall slowly, one eye closing in pain from the fresh scars that had been made... well, a few nights before. They would scar and he knew it. He looked up at his savior, and gasped - again trying to shrink into the wall to disappear - seeing the boy had a gun. Was THIS how he was going to die? First he was going to be violated, which he had avoided thank goodness, now shot? God, he hoped not. He would rather go through the pain of freezing. At least death would seem warm then. Warm and peaceful. Being shot was NOT peaceful! He cowered back and watched as the three boys walked off and the male in front of him pocketed the gun. So... he wasn't going to be shot? Thank God...
He tried to back away again as the red-orange haired boy came forward and knelt down. Guh. He had only been saved because he looked like a girl... how typical! Would the boy have saved him if he looked more like a boy? If his face wasn't so much like a girls? Probably not. The world was rotten and so were the people. But... at least he had been helped by someone. Saved... by someone. "Y-yeah." he stuttered, his eyes staying down as the other helped him up and expressed his amazement that he was, in fact, a boy. Matthieu didn't bother to brush the snow off of him - even though he was freezing cold and was dying to - and merely backed into the wall as much as he could, his eyes staying down at his feet in hopes he would disappear. It was so easy to disappear at school and around his father... why was it so hard now? That why he loved crowds... it was so easy to get lost in one and not realize that everyone else was doing the same.
Then... the question. He hadn't thought about what to tell someone when he was asked that! Damn it! He should have planned for this instead of just running. He didn't have a story to tell to explain! "I... uh... I um..." he stuttered, trying to find words. He could lie and just tell him he was lost. After all, that wasn't really a lie. He WAS lost. He had no idea where he was! Maybe he could just say he was an orphan. His father was pretty much dead on the inside and out, so that wasn't really a lie. But how could he explain being out in the snow? Or he could just move and tell the truth. That might lead to questions and bugging and the last thing he wanted was to be taken back to that hell hole. Anything but that... anything. The male felt his tears start to fall harder, but sniffled and quickly moved one arm up and shoved the brim of his nose into his arm as his glasses moved up so his eyes were rubbing on the red fabric. He tried to force his sobbing away, but failed miserably, only crying harder as he started to explain. "P-please! Please, mister! Don't make m-me go back there. I can't. I won't! I'm so scared of him. He-he'll kill me if he-" Mattie was interrupted in his rant with a harsh shiver and another loud sob. His body and feet were going numb. His fingers were far past the points of feeling... but he didn't care. There was a chance he would be forced to go back! No no no! He couldn't do back! But... he couldn't run either and this guy had a gun! He was so afraid but in any case... he would go face to face with a gun before he went back to his father.
(Liam's POV)
When the smaller boy muttered out a response, he had sighed lightly. Well at least those disgusting boys were gone. If he hadn't noticed this who knew what would happen to the poor kid. The boy already looked like he had been through hell and back already. Liam had pulled out of his thoughts when the blonde haired male started to stutter. " Eh? If you got something to say then spit it out." Liam said half irritably, but had let his eyes widen quickly as the boy started to cry …HARD and ranted. Ah **** he is a crier. The boy thought to himself with a sigh. " Look kid I ain't gonna take you back…to wherever the hell you came from." Liam replied, but had given the other a questioning look when the boy ranted out something about some guy would kill him. Hm maybe he was a runaway? It would explain why someone like him was wandering around here. If he knew what this part of the city was all about he would had avoided it.
" Alright calm down and stop the waterworks. Okay?" Liam told the boy before removing the scarf from his neck. Stepping closer to the boy, he had wrapped it around the other's neck. The kid looked like he was cold as anything and even though he was cold as well the boy looked like he needed the scarf more than he did. " Ya know what? Why don't you come with me? I live in this area and you can stay at my apartment until further notice. You look like you could use a hot bath anyways." Tugging onto the boy's sleeve he had led the other towards his mustang without waiting for a reply from the other. " Get in on the passenger side." With that said, he walked to the drivers side and opened the door. Crawling inside, he took the gun out from the back pocket and placed it back under his seat. Leaning over, he had unlocked the car door for the boy. " Get in." Liam demanded as he stretched a bit. Well…maybe using this kid would get him out of going to the base. Hehe. Reaching his hand to the back seat, he had grabbed his cell phone.
Flipping the phone open, he dialed the number to one of his friends in the gang. " Hey. I can't make it-I don't care! I have to take care of something! My hands are full. It is my ****ing day off anyways-I don't care! My car isn't running, so I have to get it fixed! No shit, so let him know ok? Alright bye." Well that was easy enough hehe. Putting his cell phone in his pocket, he had glanced at the boy. " So, what is your name anyways kid?" The boy asked as he turned on the car and started to take off quickly. "My name is Liam." The male said as he sped down the road as he made a sharp turn towards where his apartment is. Once it came into view, he pulled next to the curve. " Oh yeah I forgot to mention I'm a fast driver, so…next time remember that." Heh the boy looked petrified, hehe. Turning the car off, he stepped out of it and shut the door. He waited for the other to get out of the car before he headed towards the stairs. Pulling his keys out of his pocket, he walked to his door and unlocked it. Stepping inside, he held the door open for the boy before tossing his keys and cell phone on the coffee table. " Sorry it is kind of messy." The male said as he glanced around his apartment. There were guns and car magazines everywhere. "If you want I can get you some spare clothes while you take a bath or something."
(Mattie's POV)
Matthieu felt his throat tighten painfully as the male snapped at him and spoke. He couldn't help his tears! Gah! That boy was so scary! The male froze and lowered his arm as the other said that... he wasn't going to take him back? He didn't even know where 'back' was, but he felt himself relax just a bit hearing it right from him. He sniffled and let out a choked sound as the other told him to stop the... water works? That must mean the crying. He nodded slowly and wiped his eyes again before adjusting his glasses on his face, trying his best to push back the tears. Pain had never made him cry... but fear did. He didn't cry when he was bullied and kicked and he didn't cry when his father was hitting or throwing things or yelling at him. The thought of going back.. scared him. Scared him to tears. Fear was not something he could stop.
The male stared as the other removed his scarf and wrapped his around his neck. Thankfully his face was already red so the warming of a blush went unnoticed. The scarf smelt strangely of... strawberries? How could some wacko with a gun... and red eyes - he had just noticed - smell so good? Ah, Mattie loved strawberries... almost as much as he loved pancakes. The boy pulled from his thoughts and stared as the boy spoke... then began to tug at his sleeve without giving him a chance to reply. He had JUST met this fellow and he was being offered.. a place to stay? Mattie opened his mouth to reject the offer when... the boy mentioned a bath. Oh.. a hot bath. How nice and lovely that sounded. Water... so warm... on his freezing body. He pulled from his thoughts just in time to be dragged to a car. A car? Gaah! It was such a nice car! Was this kid in a gang? Did he sell drugs? Waaaah! So scary! He stood there dumbly and watched as the man got into the car and took the gun from his pocket - Mattie was half tempted to run seeing it - then unlocked the car and ordered him to get in. It wasn't exactly a tone to be argued with so, without thinking about what he was doing, got into the car and closed the door.
Even though the car had just started... Matthieu could feel his body warming. His numb feet weren't feeling better, but slowly his hands began to regain some kind of feeling. The boy squirmed in the seat and pulled his backpack off - he had completely forgotten he had even been wearing it - and set it down by his feet as the boy started to speak again. Oh... it wasn't to him. He was yelling at someone on a cell phone. The male winced lightly and turned his head back down to the bag by his feet and said nothing. He didn't mean to be a bother... if he had known the boy had something to do he would have left. "I didn't mean to be an inconvenience." he said, his voice barely audible and unheard since the male went on speaking. Before he got the chance to reply to the male about his name, the car pulled away from the curb with ridiculously frightening speed! The male barely stopped himself from squealing and barely closed his eyes tightly, hoping it was a quick drive. Sure enough... it seemed to take seconds. That was so unsafe! "I-I g-got that." he stuttered and opened his eyes as the other warned him about the driving. Why couldn't he have said that BEFORE he began driving? Matthieu shivered roughly and looked down once more before answering Liam. "M-my name is Matthieu... Matthieu Williams."
Getting out of the car was a lot harder than getting in. He had been running for so long that his numb legs were enjoying the rest. Matthieu pushed the door open and stood up slowly, being careful not to let his shaking legs trip him. The boy grabbed his bag from the car and closed the door before making his way over to Liam. The male closed his eyes and let the shivers do their toll before heading up the steps and into the boys apartment. Messy... was an understatement. If he wasn't so cold and tired the urge to clean would have taken over. "I-it's okay. I-i-it's your h-home. I sh-" The male stopped talking as a violent shiver took over his body again. he turned his head to Liam as the other spoke again. "Y-yes please! If you... uh..." he stopped and looked down, blushing. Again, he was thankful he was red from the cold so it went unnoticed. "Something long sleeved would be nice."
