The Free, and The Non-Free by Crimson Nightmare
Summary for post: AU.Riddle being a bounty hunter (a good guy, can you believe it?) Harry's the evil prisoner he had to deal with. Somewhere along the lines, Draco appears and gives them a silvery, angelic shock. Extremely dark, implied rape, and semi-graphical threesome SLASH!
EXTREME WARNING: Do not read this if you think rating R is your highest limit! Please take note of this if you're going to read this. Just to be on the safe side.
Summary 2: AU. In an all-men's jail, nothing good can happen; in the freedom of the outside world, it's not much better either. Everyone has their little story; here's theirs. WARNING: implied rape, threesome, semi- graphic SLASH! Not for weak hearted.
Declaimer: Harry, Draco, and Tom Riddle are the original novel Harry Potter's boys, but the rest are all mine baby bunnies. So be nice to them, they've been working hard under my wrath. Oh, and, Angel is just a nickname, it's not the Angel in "Buffy the Vampire Slayer", or the Angel in "Angel"!
Rating: R, for nasty situations, swearing, and threesome SLASH, which shouldn't appear in this chapter. Will be so in the next.
Author's Notes: I wrote this while being in rage, so, as you might imagine, it's really pretty nasty stuff in there. I wrote a lot this time out of anger, so I don't know if I want to continue this. I'm also not going to write more if there are only a few reviews, so tell me if you want me to continue. I would if you want me to. *Sliding back into rage-mode, continuing to write nasty things*
CAUTIONS: This is a world that contains no magic, only power, power as in both authority of men and special powers that are rarely born as a gift to some. The setting is a modern world, a bit of mix from the past and future.
Prepare yourselves!
The Free, and The Non-Free by Crimson Nightmare
It was just a bird.
He thought.
Just some stupid black bird.
He walked on again.
XXX
"Hello Russell." A low, seducing male's voice appeared at the front desk at the late, late night.
"How's it going, crazy boy?"
"Splendid. You?"
"Business been great without you around. Here is your key and your pass for tonight. Oh and boy?"
"Yes Russell?" The teasing eyes flicked back toward the innkeeper.
"Don't scare away other customers again like last time."
"Yes Russell."
A good boy's answer.
"Now ran along, boy."
"Yes Russell."
He hurried upstairs and too the card key out of its envelope. There was a note attached onto it.
'Scumbag in room, just thought you should know.'
He sighed lazily. Why is it that every time he tries to sleep someone would try to keep him busy? He turned the door handle idly and walked straight in.
"Don't move." A clicking metal sound of a gun pushed roughly at the back of his head. "Give me your wallet."
"What? Wallet?" And with that he turned abruptly, getting hold of the impolite trespasser's arm and with a clean kick upward with one knee, an arm was broken. The gun fell onto the ground and he picked it up with a teasingly slow motion and studied it with far more interest than to the trespasser. "Hmm. Piece of crap."
He turned and sat on the bed with a relaxing sigh and fell onto the pillow. The invader, still grunting with pain of a broken arm, watched as the other man took off his shoes and fell asleep in a sprawled, totally defenseless manner. The black-masked man stood there with his jaw wide open and ready to run, but was suddenly aware of the advantage of the other man sleeping. Perhaps he could kill the son of a bitch when he's sleeping?
With that careless thought he reached quietly for the gun in the sleeping man's hand. But confusingly found himself in the grasp of the man again and the unbroken arm ready to break, too.
"I'm trying to get some sleep here!" The sleepy man bellowed. "Why can't you just do this tomorrow or something?" And he ripped off the black mask of the intruder and sat back to appraise a bit. "Hmm. Not bad. Why don't you pay off tonight's little trouble with me?" Teasingly his hand swam down into the shocked intruder's pants and took hold of the man's private.
The man underneath him whimpered but thrust forward a bit out of natural reaction. Then he felt the hand beneath him begin to rub him rudely. "Stop." He trembled. "Stop! I'll leave!"
"Uh-huh." The man on top of him blew him a mocking kiss. "But not now." He commanded and worked his hand harder. "Right now, I just want to move."
The rest of the night went by with blatant noises. Customers in the inn were scared away impolitely and Russell was complaining to himself that the stupid boy was not listening to him again. Sounds of sex and irritating loud slapping drawn his words of complain and carried on until around four in the morning, when the 'scumbag' could not take it anymore and grabbed his clothes and dashed out the inn naked. Only with the following sounds of groans in the room, grumbling 'You forgot your shoes.'
Russell sighed miserably and turned the door sign to 'CLOSED' and turned off the lights. Looks like there will only be one customer in this little inn again.
XXX
"Good morning, SIN4." The counselor smiled professionally. "How are you today?"
"Fine. Just fine." He said sarcastically.
"Okay. So," The woman jot down some professional-looking notes and continued with the pointless talks. "From your profile, it tells me that you have been in jail for the past twenty-five years, is that right, SIN4?"
"Yes." He said with a hating expression. The woman scribbled something on her notepad.
"How have you been, considering your, uh, long-term stay in Cell#4?"
"Oh, mame, it has been terribly fun! What do you think, bitch?"
The woman started scribbling again. "What is your real name, SIN#4?"
"Freddie Wilson"
"What is your current health status?"
"Level A"
"What is your current conditioned reflex level?"
"Level A"
"What is your current warning sentence?"
Oh, here we go again. "No contacting with young woman."
The counselor seemed to wiggle a bit nervously on her chair. So he added, "Don't worry, bitch, you're too plain for me."
"Next."
SIN4 walked out the door, only to swept pass SIN5. "Hey, Angel." He said with a happy tone. "That bitch is boring, don't mind her!" And he walked back with his guards. SIN5 didn't even look at him, but he knew that boy so well that he could practically feel the smirk in SIN5's mind already.
SIN5 sat down expressionlessly.
"Good morning, SIN5." The woman said. "How are you?"
The young man did not speak, nor did he blink, he simply sat there, waiting for the woman to finish her crap. The counselor tusked with annoyance.
"What is your real name, SIN5?"
Silence.
"From your profile, it tells me that you have been in Cell#5 for seventeen years since you were five, is that correct?"
Silence.
"Wait a minute, five years old? How can you commit a life sentence crime when you're five years old?"
Silence
"Hmm. What is your current health status?"
The young man did not move his lips again, which got the inexperienced woman greatly irritated. "Please speak up, SIN5."
Silence again, until another prisoner looked in from the door and tried to help out, "Angel never talks, Mame."
"What?" The woman turned to look at the speaker, only to find a very handsome man with the prisoner tag SIN3 on his shoulder. "Has he ever talked before?"
"Well, " The gorgeous man frowned a bit in thought, and made the woman felt like squeaking. "Nobody could ever get him to talk, Mame, so that would be a no. Everyone calls him Angel, though, if that's of any use."
The new counselor muttered complains and SIN3 flashed a killer smile and disappeared behind the report room door. The woman sat there, looking dazed for a while until she realized she would be talking to SIN3 next, and so ended the silent meeting with SIN5 immediately.
The muted young man with abnormally long - floor-length, silver hair flew as the door swung open again. The single, dark, vertical scar on his right cheek seemed to be the only flaw in his beautiful, angelic existence. And yet he was one of the Top Five Criminals in keep at the Prison of Dolinine Capital.
XXX
With a groan, he got up from the mess on the carpeted floor.
"You! Pay!"
"Yes, yes, Russell."
He handed the annoyed innkeeper enough money to buy down the whole inn, and Russell finally quit pulling at his own beard, fuming.
"Who was it?"
"Nothing. Russell, nothing at all."
The beard man lifted his heavy self off the coffee table and went to call in the janitor to clean the place up. Leaving the sore-backed young man squatting naked in the tangle of bedspreads on the floor, trying to pick out his clothes from the mess.
He was a wild one, from head to toe. He had a philosophy of freedom, called no limits. That meant having sex whenever and with whomever he wanted. That meant jumping off thousand yards high buildings and landing with a parachute. That meant walk on air when feel like it, and waltz into the police stations when feeling annoyed. He had never been jailed before, and never got caught for breaking the law, which seems a bit unrealistic, but was true. Perhaps he was simply lucky? Nay, he would say, there's no such thing as luck.
He used to be sane and gentle and the polite young man that takes the bus downtown to work inside an office each day, but not anymore. Not after what happened to him. Not after what happened to his life, and not after what happened to that particular bus he used to take at eight-thirty every morning. Not after everyone died, and he alone lied in that wreck of a bus for three whole weeks with only raindrops to survive on.
The doctor called it survivor's guilt that he would try to run away from the horrifying memories of being trapped inside that crushed ruin with the rotting bodies and was attracted to life threatening activities because of that near-death experience. He did not give a damn to the comment, however, and went on with his insane life of crazy freedom.
There was a bird that stared at him on that tragic morning. A black bird.
"Thanks, Russell."
"Don't mention it, kid."
And he marched out the door again. Ready for another day of overwhelming freedom.
XXX
He needed a job for a while, for fun, and for the exciting danger it provides. He walked into the police station and held out his bounty hunter license for the front desk to check.
"Mr. I-Am-King-Who-Roamed-The-World! What a nasty surprise!" A sneering voice behind him greeted with heavy sarcasm.
"Mr. I-Can't-Do-Any-Work-Outside! What a shame to see you here!"
The man behind him moved over to linger beside him mockingly. He was a man with a business brain, yet worked in a police station, and never prospered since. Dealing with criminals was not his specialty, yet he had a fantasy of cuffing the evil villains and throwing them behind iron bars of justice, therefore, he was here. He barely passed the exam and did not have a good enough record to do field work; there were only inside-office jobs available for a non-fitting person like him. And he was annoyed.
He envied the young man, who was lighting up a cigarette currently, he envied how the young man, as a bounty hunter, could do all the adventurous work and even had license to kill. So every time the two met, they would throw nasty comments at each other, making the situation even worse.
The young man with wild, glimmering red eyes blew rings with the cigarette, and purposely blew them towards the man beside him, making the sensitive man cough unpleasantly. "No smoking here, can't you see the bloody sign?"
"Oh, I'm sorry." The young man drawled sarcastically, "I seemed to have seen too much blood these days that my eyes aren't even attracted to red anymore!"
"Oh shut the hell up!" The man went over to sit behind the desk, while opening the window to let the smoke out. "Here's your next job." He threw a plain piece of document to the young man, who was putting out his cigarette on the chair handle. "Hey! Stop that!"
The young man chuckled and glanced at the sheet. It was a Prisoner Transferor.
He frowned, "What is that?" he said, irritated, "I'm a bounty hunter, Robert, I don't drive alive people to jails. And in case you forgot, I do have a slight problem with jails and locks."
Robert Gibborson shrugged, "It's the only job available right now, Riddle, take it or not, your choice. Mind you, they're paying big bucks for this one, 'cause it's the Five SINs moving from Dolinine Capital to a new place, I think they call it No Man's Land."
"Hmm. That sounds just a little bit more interesting now. Anymore exciting facts I should know?"
"There will be a specialty squad with you. All you have to do is to make sure the Five SINs get there."
"Love you, Rob!"
"Shut up and get outta here, Riddle."
XXX
"You guys, have you seen my pants somewhere?"
"No, you slut, making out with the new counselor. Don't you know that's how you got the last one fired?"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever!" SIN3, James Tiffins, turned away from SIN2 and checked over the report room again with only his underwear on. He made an adorable face to the guard watching his every move, "I can't find my pants!" He said with an innocent tone, "Guess you'll have to escort me everywhere I go today. Who knows what other guys would do if you aren't here to protect me?"
Later, James was giving the guard a blowjob, while outside the glass report room, the other three watched.
"That little bitch!" SIN2 grumbled, "He knew he'd turn me on if he makes out with other men!"
"Oh come on, Kent, " Freddie, SIN4, laughed, "He's your bitch; he's just doing his job!"
"Cover your eyes, Angel." Kent Macarnol, SIN2, told SIN5, who was snuggling in a little corner with his slender legs pulled tightly towards himself as usual, "This is not suitable for children."
The young man gave him a look that says 'I won't look, but not because I'm not old enough!' The two older men chuckled at the childishly rebellious look and continued looking at James's little sex-show.
"Hey, Jammy!" Kent called, and beckoning the gorgeous man over, "Come here!"
"Kent~" James came jumping on the other man. "He wasn't as big as you are!"
"You smart-ass bitch!" Kent snorted, "I'll be punishing you tonight."
"Thank you, Kent~" The man lay on the other man's chest.
James Tiffins was an intelligent man. Intelligent as in he was very good at using people, and deceiving people. He was jailed as SIN3 was because of his overly affective tactics with people, which made him powerful enough to live on telling lies, making people suicide just by talking to them, and making them give as much money as he wanted simply by talking. He rubbed ninety-seven major banks amongst many different countries, and talked fifteen or more people into killing themselves. He was caught at the age of twenty-five, and had been in jail for the past ten years. He still will be in jail, for he was given a life sentence.
"We're probably getting those stinking jail doctors tonight checking on us, Angel," Kent said while caressing James's hip, "But I think they'll get the Bad Doctor to check you over again."
The silver-haired young man flinched, sitting there quietly in his little nest of silver hair. They called his psychiatrist the Bad Doctor. He was terribly afraid of the white-cloaked doctor, who, once upon a time, tied him on a chair and raped him. He came back to his cell shaking and terrified that night, and the others found out what happened to him afterwards because of all the bite marks and rope slits on his wrists. They tried to comfort him - being the smallest member of the Five SINs, (sitting in a cell for more than ten years can do that to people) but of course, what can they do except for telling him to forget about it? The Bad Doctor will come back, always, and the regular raping would never stop.
"Awww.It's okay, Angel baby." James said, "We'll be moved from here to a new place this Saturday afternoon. The Bad Doctor would never come back again okay, honey?"
SIN5 lowered his head. That means five more days in this hellhole, three of the days checking in with the Bad Doctor, who would at very least rape him twice.
Freddie rolled his eyes. He did not mind the issue of raping, for he was put here for raping and killing thirty-nine young women twenty-five years ago, and had served a life sentence ever since. He was lucky that Dolinine Capital was against capital punishment for political reasons, or he would have served death sentence right away.
He was once a simple farmer, doing his work and feeding a family of five. During a winter in a bad year, a tragic storm hit his area. His third kid, one-month-old baby, died during the snowstorm and one of his children was missing in the snow. He dug and dug at the icy white frost on the ground, trying to find his child, but couldn't. And that year he could not work because of the crops all buried under the snow. His beloved wife and the only one left daughter were starving, and he had no money to keep his family alive. His wife, whom he loved since high school, hanged herself out of inability to deal with the stress. His daughter walked out of the house, unable to deal with the pain, and was off to a city of some sort and later, he heard, got caught being a hooker.
He cracked that summer. Missing his wife. He gave up trying to find his daughter and left his piece of useless land behind to find sanctuary in a town nearby. Yet, he missed his wife so much that he started to see faces that looked like her. Her beautiful, young face, on figures walking around everywhere. He found his first victim that day, and never stopped that sin of insanity again.
"SIN5?" A guard, different from the one before, came in and put on the young man's cuffs for him. "Dr. Rattleson is here."
SIN5 blanched, if it were possible to show on that extremely pale skin.
He obeyed, however, for the sake of moving to a possibly better place.
XXX
"Hello, sir," The young man with wild red eyes saluted the desk guard mockingly. "I'm here for the prisoner transferor job." He said it like it was a done deal, which always was, for his reputation was enough to allow him the privilege of parking at an illegal spot and no traffic cops would have the guts to give him a ticket.
"Mr. Riddle?" The corpse-like jail guard said tonelessly, "Please come this way."
After passing through what seemed like a million electrical iron gates, they were finally at the front cell. By then, Riddle was already feeling very uncomfortable, for the terrible feeling of entrapment was coming back like a haunting ghost, staring at him from every corner, just like that black bird. Things were even worse when they began to see actual prisoners behind bars, and the feeling of trapped was almost to its limits, until the guard finally spoke up with his toneless voice, which, somehow, saved the day.
"This is the main entrance to the Five SINs' cell rooms,"
Oh god, there're more gates?
"We'll be able to see SIN2, Kent Macar nol, SIN3, James Tiffins, SIN4, Freddie Wilson, and SIN5, no name."
"No name? What do you mean no name?" He believed he was sounding quit touchy, but it was the place, the iron bars, the gates and the guards that were doing that to him.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Riddle. That information is classified."
"And SIN1?"
"SIN1 is currently being kept at the Inner Sphere, the minute he gets out of the Sphere he would have to wear protection clothing and goggles. Health report shows he cannot bear the light."
He raised one black eyebrow and shook his head, "My gosh, let's go in and have a look."
"Certainly."
The last gate opened, and Riddle felt as if he stepped into a new kind of hell. The kind that has blinding white lights that makes you feel as if you were being examined as corpses under x-rays. The type that plants cameras everywhere, making you understand clearly that no part of you is not being watched. There were even laser devices visible at each corner, which, based on what Riddle knew of the prison, would build up walls every time a officer was off duty, the walls of laser lines could shred rocks into pieces if tried to go through.
Then the guard showed him the prisoners through cameras. First one he saw was a muscular man with tanned skin and a pair of savage eyes, a serial killer, he was sure of, for he could tell simply by looking with experience. The man had dark, slightly curled hair, and he was working on his bed stand, using it as a muscle builder. This one could have potential danger of trying to escape, he thought while frowning, for that kind of will - to keep oneself in check, to make sure he still functions after so many years in jail, that kind of will is always served with a purpose, and in this case, there can only be one - to get out.
The second man on the camera screen made him whistle. It was a deliciously gorgeous man, cleaning himself up with a bucket of water and a towel; he was naked, of course. He had sandy hair, healthy-colored skin, and a pair of amazing, dazzling blue eyes. Anyone would fall for him, women, or men, he supposed. So this would be the Big Liar in the jail, huh?
He gave a sigh of sympathy when he saw the third man, for he could sense the sadness and insanity radiating off the man simply by looking at him through the cameras. The man looked normal. Around fifties. His half grey half reddish brown hair formed a thin layer over his slightly bold head. The man was a bit heavy, middle age fattening, he guessed, and possibly have a habit of eating all the meat in his meals first. The man had a past, a horrible past, which Riddle could sense off rooms away. He sighed sympathetically again and moved onto the next.
This one struck him as a soul itself. A ghost loitering inside this prison for god knows how many years. The silver, floor-length long hair made a fine web-like nest, covering the slender figure in a corner of the cell. The young man inside the cell room curled up against his little nest and was asleep while twisting in that small corner, looking in pain. For a moment there, Riddle thought the long-silver-lashed eyes had flicked up and revealed a pair of electrifying silver eyes, but the next minute, it was gone and the young man seemed to have remained sleeping still.
He felt his heart pounded a bit faster, and nodded at the guard to let him see SIN1.
XXX
He came out the camera room with his face blanched, his red eyes opened wide and a pulse was throbbing angrily at one side of his temple. "Somebody want to tell me WHY does that prisoner LOOK SO MUCH LIKE ME????" He bellowed. Not knowing how to react to this.
The man inside the dark sphere was, in fact, identical to him except for the color of the man's eyes. They were the color of cool, night-forest green. They showed no emotion, no memories, and not even a sign of souls in them. They were plainly empty. Ice was felt when Riddle looked into those green eyes, and there was a funny thought about heaters that flashed past his mind.
"Do you know how risky it is? He might switch as me anytime he wants!"
"There is a microchip planted in his arm- "
"Fuck the microchip, don't you know that with that kind of person, he would simply cut the arm off if he had to!"
"Yes, sir."
He silenced for a while, and spoke up after doing a lot of thinking in that split second, "I'll do it."
"Thank you, sir."
"I want their profile. At very least two of them are going to try to escape, I want to know how their brains work."
"Yes sir."
XXX
TBC~~~~~~~~~~~~~*o*
XXX
A/N: Feeling rather nasty right now, don't mind me rambling.
This was going to be an original fic, but somehow, after I wrote out the characters' outer appearances, they looked more and more like Tom Riddle, Harry and Draco. Oh, and if any of you were reading this, you would probably be asking: why do I always write Tommy boy's name as 'Riddle'? Well, that has a purpose for it, if I come up with another chapter, you would know.
The Five SINs are not a formed group -- they are simply 'numbers' for the prisoners. SIN2 and down, in a way, care for each other because when one stays in a row of cells after so many years, one would have to interact with each other. James is not from James Potter, the name James just came into mind when describing SIN3, who was charming and very clever. SIN1 had always been kept in the sphere and only came out once a month. During that time he might have interacted with the others, I'm still deciding on that.
Oh, and if this is any concern, which I don't think so, I am angry because of a huge data lost that had happened to me recently. There is not only my computer diary in there, but also writings and an original fic that I created and loved very, very much - was all lost. I did not post it online, because I wanted to finish it before posting, and it progressed extremely well for about seven or so chapters, until I finally got that tragic of data lost. Ah, well, right now I'm just trying to keep myself busy by writing out all sorts of nasty and dark things. I considered rewriting the halfway done chapters that I was preparing for other fics, but I wasn't in the mood for mushy and sweet stuff. So there!
Now I kinda hope you could review, because I'm in need of some sort of comfort right now. *sighs and sobs* Why did this happen to me???
Anyways, maybe, I'll see you next time.
Summary for post: AU.Riddle being a bounty hunter (a good guy, can you believe it?) Harry's the evil prisoner he had to deal with. Somewhere along the lines, Draco appears and gives them a silvery, angelic shock. Extremely dark, implied rape, and semi-graphical threesome SLASH!
EXTREME WARNING: Do not read this if you think rating R is your highest limit! Please take note of this if you're going to read this. Just to be on the safe side.
Summary 2: AU. In an all-men's jail, nothing good can happen; in the freedom of the outside world, it's not much better either. Everyone has their little story; here's theirs. WARNING: implied rape, threesome, semi- graphic SLASH! Not for weak hearted.
Declaimer: Harry, Draco, and Tom Riddle are the original novel Harry Potter's boys, but the rest are all mine baby bunnies. So be nice to them, they've been working hard under my wrath. Oh, and, Angel is just a nickname, it's not the Angel in "Buffy the Vampire Slayer", or the Angel in "Angel"!
Rating: R, for nasty situations, swearing, and threesome SLASH, which shouldn't appear in this chapter. Will be so in the next.
Author's Notes: I wrote this while being in rage, so, as you might imagine, it's really pretty nasty stuff in there. I wrote a lot this time out of anger, so I don't know if I want to continue this. I'm also not going to write more if there are only a few reviews, so tell me if you want me to continue. I would if you want me to. *Sliding back into rage-mode, continuing to write nasty things*
CAUTIONS: This is a world that contains no magic, only power, power as in both authority of men and special powers that are rarely born as a gift to some. The setting is a modern world, a bit of mix from the past and future.
Prepare yourselves!
The Free, and The Non-Free by Crimson Nightmare
It was just a bird.
He thought.
Just some stupid black bird.
He walked on again.
XXX
"Hello Russell." A low, seducing male's voice appeared at the front desk at the late, late night.
"How's it going, crazy boy?"
"Splendid. You?"
"Business been great without you around. Here is your key and your pass for tonight. Oh and boy?"
"Yes Russell?" The teasing eyes flicked back toward the innkeeper.
"Don't scare away other customers again like last time."
"Yes Russell."
A good boy's answer.
"Now ran along, boy."
"Yes Russell."
He hurried upstairs and too the card key out of its envelope. There was a note attached onto it.
'Scumbag in room, just thought you should know.'
He sighed lazily. Why is it that every time he tries to sleep someone would try to keep him busy? He turned the door handle idly and walked straight in.
"Don't move." A clicking metal sound of a gun pushed roughly at the back of his head. "Give me your wallet."
"What? Wallet?" And with that he turned abruptly, getting hold of the impolite trespasser's arm and with a clean kick upward with one knee, an arm was broken. The gun fell onto the ground and he picked it up with a teasingly slow motion and studied it with far more interest than to the trespasser. "Hmm. Piece of crap."
He turned and sat on the bed with a relaxing sigh and fell onto the pillow. The invader, still grunting with pain of a broken arm, watched as the other man took off his shoes and fell asleep in a sprawled, totally defenseless manner. The black-masked man stood there with his jaw wide open and ready to run, but was suddenly aware of the advantage of the other man sleeping. Perhaps he could kill the son of a bitch when he's sleeping?
With that careless thought he reached quietly for the gun in the sleeping man's hand. But confusingly found himself in the grasp of the man again and the unbroken arm ready to break, too.
"I'm trying to get some sleep here!" The sleepy man bellowed. "Why can't you just do this tomorrow or something?" And he ripped off the black mask of the intruder and sat back to appraise a bit. "Hmm. Not bad. Why don't you pay off tonight's little trouble with me?" Teasingly his hand swam down into the shocked intruder's pants and took hold of the man's private.
The man underneath him whimpered but thrust forward a bit out of natural reaction. Then he felt the hand beneath him begin to rub him rudely. "Stop." He trembled. "Stop! I'll leave!"
"Uh-huh." The man on top of him blew him a mocking kiss. "But not now." He commanded and worked his hand harder. "Right now, I just want to move."
The rest of the night went by with blatant noises. Customers in the inn were scared away impolitely and Russell was complaining to himself that the stupid boy was not listening to him again. Sounds of sex and irritating loud slapping drawn his words of complain and carried on until around four in the morning, when the 'scumbag' could not take it anymore and grabbed his clothes and dashed out the inn naked. Only with the following sounds of groans in the room, grumbling 'You forgot your shoes.'
Russell sighed miserably and turned the door sign to 'CLOSED' and turned off the lights. Looks like there will only be one customer in this little inn again.
XXX
"Good morning, SIN4." The counselor smiled professionally. "How are you today?"
"Fine. Just fine." He said sarcastically.
"Okay. So," The woman jot down some professional-looking notes and continued with the pointless talks. "From your profile, it tells me that you have been in jail for the past twenty-five years, is that right, SIN4?"
"Yes." He said with a hating expression. The woman scribbled something on her notepad.
"How have you been, considering your, uh, long-term stay in Cell#4?"
"Oh, mame, it has been terribly fun! What do you think, bitch?"
The woman started scribbling again. "What is your real name, SIN#4?"
"Freddie Wilson"
"What is your current health status?"
"Level A"
"What is your current conditioned reflex level?"
"Level A"
"What is your current warning sentence?"
Oh, here we go again. "No contacting with young woman."
The counselor seemed to wiggle a bit nervously on her chair. So he added, "Don't worry, bitch, you're too plain for me."
"Next."
SIN4 walked out the door, only to swept pass SIN5. "Hey, Angel." He said with a happy tone. "That bitch is boring, don't mind her!" And he walked back with his guards. SIN5 didn't even look at him, but he knew that boy so well that he could practically feel the smirk in SIN5's mind already.
SIN5 sat down expressionlessly.
"Good morning, SIN5." The woman said. "How are you?"
The young man did not speak, nor did he blink, he simply sat there, waiting for the woman to finish her crap. The counselor tusked with annoyance.
"What is your real name, SIN5?"
Silence.
"From your profile, it tells me that you have been in Cell#5 for seventeen years since you were five, is that correct?"
Silence.
"Wait a minute, five years old? How can you commit a life sentence crime when you're five years old?"
Silence
"Hmm. What is your current health status?"
The young man did not move his lips again, which got the inexperienced woman greatly irritated. "Please speak up, SIN5."
Silence again, until another prisoner looked in from the door and tried to help out, "Angel never talks, Mame."
"What?" The woman turned to look at the speaker, only to find a very handsome man with the prisoner tag SIN3 on his shoulder. "Has he ever talked before?"
"Well, " The gorgeous man frowned a bit in thought, and made the woman felt like squeaking. "Nobody could ever get him to talk, Mame, so that would be a no. Everyone calls him Angel, though, if that's of any use."
The new counselor muttered complains and SIN3 flashed a killer smile and disappeared behind the report room door. The woman sat there, looking dazed for a while until she realized she would be talking to SIN3 next, and so ended the silent meeting with SIN5 immediately.
The muted young man with abnormally long - floor-length, silver hair flew as the door swung open again. The single, dark, vertical scar on his right cheek seemed to be the only flaw in his beautiful, angelic existence. And yet he was one of the Top Five Criminals in keep at the Prison of Dolinine Capital.
XXX
With a groan, he got up from the mess on the carpeted floor.
"You! Pay!"
"Yes, yes, Russell."
He handed the annoyed innkeeper enough money to buy down the whole inn, and Russell finally quit pulling at his own beard, fuming.
"Who was it?"
"Nothing. Russell, nothing at all."
The beard man lifted his heavy self off the coffee table and went to call in the janitor to clean the place up. Leaving the sore-backed young man squatting naked in the tangle of bedspreads on the floor, trying to pick out his clothes from the mess.
He was a wild one, from head to toe. He had a philosophy of freedom, called no limits. That meant having sex whenever and with whomever he wanted. That meant jumping off thousand yards high buildings and landing with a parachute. That meant walk on air when feel like it, and waltz into the police stations when feeling annoyed. He had never been jailed before, and never got caught for breaking the law, which seems a bit unrealistic, but was true. Perhaps he was simply lucky? Nay, he would say, there's no such thing as luck.
He used to be sane and gentle and the polite young man that takes the bus downtown to work inside an office each day, but not anymore. Not after what happened to him. Not after what happened to his life, and not after what happened to that particular bus he used to take at eight-thirty every morning. Not after everyone died, and he alone lied in that wreck of a bus for three whole weeks with only raindrops to survive on.
The doctor called it survivor's guilt that he would try to run away from the horrifying memories of being trapped inside that crushed ruin with the rotting bodies and was attracted to life threatening activities because of that near-death experience. He did not give a damn to the comment, however, and went on with his insane life of crazy freedom.
There was a bird that stared at him on that tragic morning. A black bird.
"Thanks, Russell."
"Don't mention it, kid."
And he marched out the door again. Ready for another day of overwhelming freedom.
XXX
He needed a job for a while, for fun, and for the exciting danger it provides. He walked into the police station and held out his bounty hunter license for the front desk to check.
"Mr. I-Am-King-Who-Roamed-The-World! What a nasty surprise!" A sneering voice behind him greeted with heavy sarcasm.
"Mr. I-Can't-Do-Any-Work-Outside! What a shame to see you here!"
The man behind him moved over to linger beside him mockingly. He was a man with a business brain, yet worked in a police station, and never prospered since. Dealing with criminals was not his specialty, yet he had a fantasy of cuffing the evil villains and throwing them behind iron bars of justice, therefore, he was here. He barely passed the exam and did not have a good enough record to do field work; there were only inside-office jobs available for a non-fitting person like him. And he was annoyed.
He envied the young man, who was lighting up a cigarette currently, he envied how the young man, as a bounty hunter, could do all the adventurous work and even had license to kill. So every time the two met, they would throw nasty comments at each other, making the situation even worse.
The young man with wild, glimmering red eyes blew rings with the cigarette, and purposely blew them towards the man beside him, making the sensitive man cough unpleasantly. "No smoking here, can't you see the bloody sign?"
"Oh, I'm sorry." The young man drawled sarcastically, "I seemed to have seen too much blood these days that my eyes aren't even attracted to red anymore!"
"Oh shut the hell up!" The man went over to sit behind the desk, while opening the window to let the smoke out. "Here's your next job." He threw a plain piece of document to the young man, who was putting out his cigarette on the chair handle. "Hey! Stop that!"
The young man chuckled and glanced at the sheet. It was a Prisoner Transferor.
He frowned, "What is that?" he said, irritated, "I'm a bounty hunter, Robert, I don't drive alive people to jails. And in case you forgot, I do have a slight problem with jails and locks."
Robert Gibborson shrugged, "It's the only job available right now, Riddle, take it or not, your choice. Mind you, they're paying big bucks for this one, 'cause it's the Five SINs moving from Dolinine Capital to a new place, I think they call it No Man's Land."
"Hmm. That sounds just a little bit more interesting now. Anymore exciting facts I should know?"
"There will be a specialty squad with you. All you have to do is to make sure the Five SINs get there."
"Love you, Rob!"
"Shut up and get outta here, Riddle."
XXX
"You guys, have you seen my pants somewhere?"
"No, you slut, making out with the new counselor. Don't you know that's how you got the last one fired?"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever!" SIN3, James Tiffins, turned away from SIN2 and checked over the report room again with only his underwear on. He made an adorable face to the guard watching his every move, "I can't find my pants!" He said with an innocent tone, "Guess you'll have to escort me everywhere I go today. Who knows what other guys would do if you aren't here to protect me?"
Later, James was giving the guard a blowjob, while outside the glass report room, the other three watched.
"That little bitch!" SIN2 grumbled, "He knew he'd turn me on if he makes out with other men!"
"Oh come on, Kent, " Freddie, SIN4, laughed, "He's your bitch; he's just doing his job!"
"Cover your eyes, Angel." Kent Macarnol, SIN2, told SIN5, who was snuggling in a little corner with his slender legs pulled tightly towards himself as usual, "This is not suitable for children."
The young man gave him a look that says 'I won't look, but not because I'm not old enough!' The two older men chuckled at the childishly rebellious look and continued looking at James's little sex-show.
"Hey, Jammy!" Kent called, and beckoning the gorgeous man over, "Come here!"
"Kent~" James came jumping on the other man. "He wasn't as big as you are!"
"You smart-ass bitch!" Kent snorted, "I'll be punishing you tonight."
"Thank you, Kent~" The man lay on the other man's chest.
James Tiffins was an intelligent man. Intelligent as in he was very good at using people, and deceiving people. He was jailed as SIN3 was because of his overly affective tactics with people, which made him powerful enough to live on telling lies, making people suicide just by talking to them, and making them give as much money as he wanted simply by talking. He rubbed ninety-seven major banks amongst many different countries, and talked fifteen or more people into killing themselves. He was caught at the age of twenty-five, and had been in jail for the past ten years. He still will be in jail, for he was given a life sentence.
"We're probably getting those stinking jail doctors tonight checking on us, Angel," Kent said while caressing James's hip, "But I think they'll get the Bad Doctor to check you over again."
The silver-haired young man flinched, sitting there quietly in his little nest of silver hair. They called his psychiatrist the Bad Doctor. He was terribly afraid of the white-cloaked doctor, who, once upon a time, tied him on a chair and raped him. He came back to his cell shaking and terrified that night, and the others found out what happened to him afterwards because of all the bite marks and rope slits on his wrists. They tried to comfort him - being the smallest member of the Five SINs, (sitting in a cell for more than ten years can do that to people) but of course, what can they do except for telling him to forget about it? The Bad Doctor will come back, always, and the regular raping would never stop.
"Awww.It's okay, Angel baby." James said, "We'll be moved from here to a new place this Saturday afternoon. The Bad Doctor would never come back again okay, honey?"
SIN5 lowered his head. That means five more days in this hellhole, three of the days checking in with the Bad Doctor, who would at very least rape him twice.
Freddie rolled his eyes. He did not mind the issue of raping, for he was put here for raping and killing thirty-nine young women twenty-five years ago, and had served a life sentence ever since. He was lucky that Dolinine Capital was against capital punishment for political reasons, or he would have served death sentence right away.
He was once a simple farmer, doing his work and feeding a family of five. During a winter in a bad year, a tragic storm hit his area. His third kid, one-month-old baby, died during the snowstorm and one of his children was missing in the snow. He dug and dug at the icy white frost on the ground, trying to find his child, but couldn't. And that year he could not work because of the crops all buried under the snow. His beloved wife and the only one left daughter were starving, and he had no money to keep his family alive. His wife, whom he loved since high school, hanged herself out of inability to deal with the stress. His daughter walked out of the house, unable to deal with the pain, and was off to a city of some sort and later, he heard, got caught being a hooker.
He cracked that summer. Missing his wife. He gave up trying to find his daughter and left his piece of useless land behind to find sanctuary in a town nearby. Yet, he missed his wife so much that he started to see faces that looked like her. Her beautiful, young face, on figures walking around everywhere. He found his first victim that day, and never stopped that sin of insanity again.
"SIN5?" A guard, different from the one before, came in and put on the young man's cuffs for him. "Dr. Rattleson is here."
SIN5 blanched, if it were possible to show on that extremely pale skin.
He obeyed, however, for the sake of moving to a possibly better place.
XXX
"Hello, sir," The young man with wild red eyes saluted the desk guard mockingly. "I'm here for the prisoner transferor job." He said it like it was a done deal, which always was, for his reputation was enough to allow him the privilege of parking at an illegal spot and no traffic cops would have the guts to give him a ticket.
"Mr. Riddle?" The corpse-like jail guard said tonelessly, "Please come this way."
After passing through what seemed like a million electrical iron gates, they were finally at the front cell. By then, Riddle was already feeling very uncomfortable, for the terrible feeling of entrapment was coming back like a haunting ghost, staring at him from every corner, just like that black bird. Things were even worse when they began to see actual prisoners behind bars, and the feeling of trapped was almost to its limits, until the guard finally spoke up with his toneless voice, which, somehow, saved the day.
"This is the main entrance to the Five SINs' cell rooms,"
Oh god, there're more gates?
"We'll be able to see SIN2, Kent Macar nol, SIN3, James Tiffins, SIN4, Freddie Wilson, and SIN5, no name."
"No name? What do you mean no name?" He believed he was sounding quit touchy, but it was the place, the iron bars, the gates and the guards that were doing that to him.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Riddle. That information is classified."
"And SIN1?"
"SIN1 is currently being kept at the Inner Sphere, the minute he gets out of the Sphere he would have to wear protection clothing and goggles. Health report shows he cannot bear the light."
He raised one black eyebrow and shook his head, "My gosh, let's go in and have a look."
"Certainly."
The last gate opened, and Riddle felt as if he stepped into a new kind of hell. The kind that has blinding white lights that makes you feel as if you were being examined as corpses under x-rays. The type that plants cameras everywhere, making you understand clearly that no part of you is not being watched. There were even laser devices visible at each corner, which, based on what Riddle knew of the prison, would build up walls every time a officer was off duty, the walls of laser lines could shred rocks into pieces if tried to go through.
Then the guard showed him the prisoners through cameras. First one he saw was a muscular man with tanned skin and a pair of savage eyes, a serial killer, he was sure of, for he could tell simply by looking with experience. The man had dark, slightly curled hair, and he was working on his bed stand, using it as a muscle builder. This one could have potential danger of trying to escape, he thought while frowning, for that kind of will - to keep oneself in check, to make sure he still functions after so many years in jail, that kind of will is always served with a purpose, and in this case, there can only be one - to get out.
The second man on the camera screen made him whistle. It was a deliciously gorgeous man, cleaning himself up with a bucket of water and a towel; he was naked, of course. He had sandy hair, healthy-colored skin, and a pair of amazing, dazzling blue eyes. Anyone would fall for him, women, or men, he supposed. So this would be the Big Liar in the jail, huh?
He gave a sigh of sympathy when he saw the third man, for he could sense the sadness and insanity radiating off the man simply by looking at him through the cameras. The man looked normal. Around fifties. His half grey half reddish brown hair formed a thin layer over his slightly bold head. The man was a bit heavy, middle age fattening, he guessed, and possibly have a habit of eating all the meat in his meals first. The man had a past, a horrible past, which Riddle could sense off rooms away. He sighed sympathetically again and moved onto the next.
This one struck him as a soul itself. A ghost loitering inside this prison for god knows how many years. The silver, floor-length long hair made a fine web-like nest, covering the slender figure in a corner of the cell. The young man inside the cell room curled up against his little nest and was asleep while twisting in that small corner, looking in pain. For a moment there, Riddle thought the long-silver-lashed eyes had flicked up and revealed a pair of electrifying silver eyes, but the next minute, it was gone and the young man seemed to have remained sleeping still.
He felt his heart pounded a bit faster, and nodded at the guard to let him see SIN1.
XXX
He came out the camera room with his face blanched, his red eyes opened wide and a pulse was throbbing angrily at one side of his temple. "Somebody want to tell me WHY does that prisoner LOOK SO MUCH LIKE ME????" He bellowed. Not knowing how to react to this.
The man inside the dark sphere was, in fact, identical to him except for the color of the man's eyes. They were the color of cool, night-forest green. They showed no emotion, no memories, and not even a sign of souls in them. They were plainly empty. Ice was felt when Riddle looked into those green eyes, and there was a funny thought about heaters that flashed past his mind.
"Do you know how risky it is? He might switch as me anytime he wants!"
"There is a microchip planted in his arm- "
"Fuck the microchip, don't you know that with that kind of person, he would simply cut the arm off if he had to!"
"Yes, sir."
He silenced for a while, and spoke up after doing a lot of thinking in that split second, "I'll do it."
"Thank you, sir."
"I want their profile. At very least two of them are going to try to escape, I want to know how their brains work."
"Yes sir."
XXX
TBC~~~~~~~~~~~~~*o*
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A/N: Feeling rather nasty right now, don't mind me rambling.
This was going to be an original fic, but somehow, after I wrote out the characters' outer appearances, they looked more and more like Tom Riddle, Harry and Draco. Oh, and if any of you were reading this, you would probably be asking: why do I always write Tommy boy's name as 'Riddle'? Well, that has a purpose for it, if I come up with another chapter, you would know.
The Five SINs are not a formed group -- they are simply 'numbers' for the prisoners. SIN2 and down, in a way, care for each other because when one stays in a row of cells after so many years, one would have to interact with each other. James is not from James Potter, the name James just came into mind when describing SIN3, who was charming and very clever. SIN1 had always been kept in the sphere and only came out once a month. During that time he might have interacted with the others, I'm still deciding on that.
Oh, and if this is any concern, which I don't think so, I am angry because of a huge data lost that had happened to me recently. There is not only my computer diary in there, but also writings and an original fic that I created and loved very, very much - was all lost. I did not post it online, because I wanted to finish it before posting, and it progressed extremely well for about seven or so chapters, until I finally got that tragic of data lost. Ah, well, right now I'm just trying to keep myself busy by writing out all sorts of nasty and dark things. I considered rewriting the halfway done chapters that I was preparing for other fics, but I wasn't in the mood for mushy and sweet stuff. So there!
Now I kinda hope you could review, because I'm in need of some sort of comfort right now. *sighs and sobs* Why did this happen to me???
Anyways, maybe, I'll see you next time.