Fake Fan Fiction ❯ Redefining Heaven ❯ Prolouge ( Prologue )

Disclaimer: Fake and all characters relating to Fake are not my intellectually property, I just borrow them. All new characters are the sole property of me and cannot be used in anyway with out my expressed written consent. Don't sue, I'm poor.

 

Redefining Heaven

Prologue

By: Irish

 

Rated R

Warnings: Explicit Language, graphic violence, adult situations

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Author's Announcement: Greetings gentle reader! I know I have not been working much on my writing in the last few months, unfortunately my muses are very fickle. However, it is now again fall, usually a good time for me to write, and I hope to put out several more chapters of Delicate. That said, I have decided to try and start a new project as well, despite my inability to post chapters in a timely manner. As much as I love Delicate, I have been longing for some of Dee and Ryo's more tender moments, so I am have decided to start another fic, but have them working together instead of against each other. I hope you all will enjoy it as much as you have been enjoying Delicate. Thanks for being loyal to my work, those of you who are constant readers. For those of you who are new, welcome to the Irish experience ;) .

 

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“Yeah, he moved in last week.” Bikky sighed and rolled his eyes, as he rolled down the sidewalk besides Cal. They were moving slowly, despite being on blades. “I don't think they've stopped hanging pictures since.”

 

Cal snorted and giggled a little. Ryo and Dee had always had a very active sex life, to say the least, though she and Bikky both tried to pretend otherwise. “I could be worse... they aren't usually that loud though, are they?” Cal has spent the night a while ago, and even though Ryo's headboard wasn't against the same wall as Bikky's, they had heard the thumping all the same... like someone driving nails to hang pictures.

 

“I try not to notice. I sleep with my headphones on.” Bikky made a disgusted face. No one wanted to hear their parents doing that.

 

“You guys need a bigger apartment.” Cal paused at the corner of the street, waiting for the light to change. Bikky executed a slick turn so he was facing her, back towards the street.

 

“No shit. I think they're already talking about it though. Dee has a lot of shit.” Bikky rolled his eyes again. “God, its like living with an ape.”

 

“Bikky Goldman, I don't buy a word of it, you love having him there! I don't know why you insist on being such an ass to him. You know he absolutely adores you!” She sighed in exasperation. Bikky was insistent about keeping up this nonsense of not liking Dee. It was bull shit, and everyone knew it, except apparently Dee and Bikky.

 

“Hey, its not my fault he's retarded.” Bikky shrugged. “Anyway, you want to come over for dinner tonight. Ryo said it was fine.”

 

“Sure, my aunt's making tuna casserole again...” she stuck her finger down her throat and made a gagging sound. “Gag me with a spoon.”

 

“Good! I can't stand being alone with them, they are so mushy, they can't stop touching for like ten seconds, I swear to god if they could, they would go to the bathroom together!”

 

he glanced up over Cal's head and saw the `walk' sign light up. He let himself coast down the ramp onto the street, skating backwards into the crosswalk.

 

“That's so-” Cal has started after him, bikky already several feet in front of her. The light had only just turned, and Cal could see some gray sedan was determined to make the intersection, except now that the light was red, the sedan wasn't slowing down, at all. “Bikky!” Cal screamed, flailing to stop herself as well, falling hard on her butt on the curb.

 

Bikky only had time to turn his head, seeming to sense the direction the danger was coming from. Surprise didn't even start to register on his face as the front left corner of the sedan hit Bikky just below the knees.

 

Cal screamed again, her hands covering her mouth, as bikky flew what seemed like a hundred feet in the air, leaving one roller blade on the ground. He lost the other as he landed on the hood of the car, bouncing hard off the windshield. It was only then that the driver of the sedan started to break.

 

Cal didn't even realized that she was screaming repeatedly, shrill gaspy screams as she watched Bikky's lifeless body sail off the hood of the car. His second roller blade went flying as he cartwheeled over the asphalt, hitting a parked car like a sack of grain and crumpling to the ground. The sedan stopped just short of hitting him for a second time.

 

Slowly, Cal realized other people were screaming too. Someone was shouting to call 911. No one, including Cal, seemed to be able to move at first. The driver of the sedan stumbled out of his car. Cal couldn't hear him, her ears were roaring dully and by now they were half a block away, but she could see his lips moving in the same pattern again. Oh god, oh god, oh god.

 

It was a sentiment she was repeating to herself, as she found her feet with a roar of rage, she struggled out of her skates and sprinted across the pavement. People were starting to gather around Bikky now, but they turned to watch as Cal through herself at the man who had been driving, kicking and hitting and biting whatever she could reach.

 

“You bastard!” She screeched, pummeling at his face “You bastard! I hate you! I'm going to kill you!” The man frantically tried to push her away, but she was like a cat who didn't want to be held, sliding silkily out of his hands. Another pair of arms came around her, hauling her off the man, though she continued to kick and hit and flail at him.

 

“Stop it!” Who ever had grabbed her was shouting. “Stop it! Don't worry about him!” the voice panted as who ever was holding her back struggled to maintain his grip. The driver was climbing back in his car, the engine revving to life again.

 

“He's getting away!” Cal screamed, fighting even harder, throwing her elbows back into her captor's stomach, stomping on his foot for all she was worth. She watched two other men jump in front of the sedan as it reversed, then moved forward, trying to make a get away. When he didn't stop the would be heroes dived out of the way. Cal screamed with rage, arching her back hard, throwing her weight, trying to get away from who held her, to go after the fucker who had killed her friend.

 

“Stop!” the man holding her commanded again, panting now “Your friend needs you!” Cal felt herself turned until she was facing the crowd that had gathered around Bikky. A woman was kneeling beside him, taking his pulse. Cal could see his eyes were open, and moving.

 

“Oh god!” She gasped. He was awake. How could he be conscious after all of that? How could he even be breathing. She was released, finally, and she staggered, unsteady on her feet, dropping down besides Bikky, not feeling his blood soak her knee-highs. “Bikky?” She looked at him, feeling sick as he turned his eyes to her, looking scared and confused, his eyes did anyway, his face was too bloody to see any expression. His blonde hair was almost black with blood.

 

“Bikky... oh god... its okay... you'll be fine.” She said not sure what else to say, not daring to touch him, even the woman who had been taking his pulse seemed hesitant to try any kind of first aid. It was impossible to tell where he was even bleeding from. Sirens finally started to sound in the distance. “Hang on, the ambulance is almost here.”

 

Bikky's lips moved as he tried to speak. His teeth were coated with blood, at least two of them looked like they had been broken off raggedly. No sound came out accept for a small gurgle and cough, blood spilling out over his lips.

 

The women, who must have been some sort of doctor was looking at the crowd around them. “Someone check his roller blades.” She said calmly.

 

Check his roller blades? Check his roller blades for what? It didn't make sense and Cal dismissed it, watching Bikky's eyes slowly shut.

 

“Don't die Bikky.” Cal whispered “Please...” The sirens had arrived and she was jostled back roughly by and EMT. She crab-crawled out of the way, moving to lean back against the car parked car bikky had hit. She knew there was blood on it, on her, but she didn't care, if she didn't lean against something right now, she was going to pass out, or throw up, or both.

 

Two EMT's were trying to get Bikky onto a backboard, two others seemed to be working on cutting apart his roller blade. Cal blinked, the world slowly going silent. Again with the roller blades? what the hell were they doing. She saw the one's lips move. `I've got it.' Then the one with his back to her stepped out of the way, dropping something bloody into a plastic bag, zipping it, and packing it in ice. What the hell...

 

When it finally dawned on her what they were doing, her hands flew to her mouth, and she started screaming again.