Other Fan Fiction ❯ The wanted. ❯ The wanted. ( Prologue )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
By: MrSunshine 
Lost young guy named Billy Rediger really needs to stop running into Marsuvees Black. Getting beat up then scaried to the point of pissing your pants and then having wild sex [man on straight guy]isn't something Billy was prepared for...Bang?
Miscellaneous: Other Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.04.2009 | Updated On: 01.04.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 483 | Status: Work In Progress
Lost young guy named Billy Rediger really needs to stop running into Marsuvees Black. Getting beat up then scaried to the point of pissing your pants and then having wild sex [man on straight guy]isn't something Billy was prepared for...Bang?
Miscellaneous: Other Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.04.2009 | Updated On: 01.04.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 483 | Status: Work In Progress
"SINNER"
CHAPTER STORY
-ThE WANTED.
Marsuvees Black thought only about Billy.
Billy Rediger.
Who was constantly on his mind.
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Marsuvees Black laid himself onto a bench at a small local park. The park was empty and all that could be heard was Black's angery voice. Yes, he was talking to himself...though his conversation to himself is with 6 other Marsuvees Blacks, each with horrible different personalities. Black and the other 6 were agruing; how to destroy Johnny Drake. Johnny Drake, a spirtual half-ass gunsmen trying to indgage himself with Billy Rediger...For a good 3 hours have they all been bickering over how his death would appear...Then Marsuvees Black's became silent then sighed, for his thoughts drifted to another person...They always seem to clam when Black himself starts thinking about his dear Billy.
When Billy was younger, Billy stole a very dangerous and powerful book. A book that should never be written in; but with a pen and a few pages from that powerful book, Billy wrote down his deepest fear and fantasies but with mostly pure hate, words became to flesh which was what created me; Marsuvees Black. Black grinned deeply to himself staring out at the starless dark night. Even though he created me...I do as I please, for I am Billy; every dark fantasy, every fear, and all that he ever felt...raw evil. But sadly enough Billy doesn't seem to accept me. Billy Rediger...is actually sweet hearted young man, though he is also shy...but really helpful for the most part...and is extremely easy to read. Not the type to want to create something so handsomely evil. Hes absolutely so easy to tourture; making him feel like a piece of grain, or even plunging him into a short time of drepression. You ever make a man cry?; making him cry..sream..even beg for his dear life. This is why I'll break him, make him feel like and empty shell, and rebuild him... I hate being created by such a gentel boy...If not that day he weren't to write down all of those emotions I really wouldn't be here, so I geuss I should take the pleasure of making his life a living hell for giving me life. I do wonder...I haven't seen the Billy in 2 years, since that last greeting he manage to runaway even though he was stripped of his pride and violated full on the lips.
"Ah...I really should think about were I'm gonna go before I running somewhere...Uhh...somewhere... "Black slowly sat up and grinned at the voice. For he knew the voice....he was that voice.
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"Ah...I really should think about were I'm gonna go before I running somewhere...Uhh...somewhere... " said a young man with jet black hair in a slightly emo cut; bangs covering one side of his extremely handsome pale face. His eyes a grassy bright green.
He wore a dark brown thin sweater which was slightly lose on his upperbody and was waring tight wore out sky blue jeans on his lowerbody. His feet were also bare foot. The young man looked around slightly holding himself wondering if there was anyone else here. Looking behind him, he saw a mini playground. "..A park?" He walked over to the mini play ground and stepped into the sand coted groud. Slowly he sat himself onto a swing, rocking him self back infourth. He thinks back to what brought him here bare foot and about to bust in to tears of sorrow. But rather worrying about what could be lurking out there...the boy sits and swings slowly his bare feet never leaving the ground.
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Marsuvees Black stood tall as he reached into his pocket for a stick of gum, "I've found you...Heh." A wicked smile of raw evil ran across his perfect face.
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The young man thought about where he was headed next...but as always he had no clue. For about 2 years he has been walking the earth trying to get farther and farther from his presents that huants him...I shook my head. "Don't think about it...don't jinks your self..." The persents a thing...no, a demon, wild emotions, an imaginary monster that doesn't go away. It looks human but...dare to say it is one. The feeling that the persents causes when hes near me..its just so overwhelming, its enough to make you want to curl into a ball an cry. The feeling is just horrible and thats exactly how I feel..The feeling just hit me.
I gasped...and then took a deep breath out. "Oh..god...help..." My hands shook wildly as they gripped the metal chains. I have stopped swinging and have noticed that my whole body was shaking uncontrolably. I feel nothing but raw evil and fear.
"Guess who Billy boy." The sly voice was unmistakable and the feeling was terrifiying. Flooded with fear, I don't look back and make a run for it but failed as I heard a soft click, 'ClicK' and froze like stone. That noise was also unmistaklable. "Heh. So you learned, eh? Now turn around and lets see how much you re'member." I felt like screaming but that was impossible...
I thought about the numerous times I've ran away from Marsuvees Black... Once, I tried to run from Black while in his sight... and was shot in the leg and was beaten with various weapons and devices... though I've have all ways been beaten I've never been in so much physical pain then when he was removing the bullet, pouring salt onto my wounds to cause more pain, or threating to leave it in there and die off with a bactrial diease...All theses thoughts occured to me in seconds.
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As Billy Rediger slowly turned to face me. I shot off a free-round bullet at the ground watching for Billys reaction.
"Ah..!" The boy ducked down quivering, hands covering his head, eyes tightly closed. I tossed my gun to the ground and took a few steps towards him. I grinned widely staring down at the beautiul boy. As he starts contorling his shaking, I slowly lift his chin up to have a full view of him.
Beautiful. His eyes bright emerald colored eyes watered as his cheeks were flushed light pink from the on coming tears.
I stroked his cheek gentley staring at him with a fake, whats wrong? act of caring look. Though Billy seemed to love staring at the ground alot... I scanned his body from head to...
"The fuck?" I notice a light red burse on his neck.
"Billy boy....what is this?" I say in soft tone of voice fully knowing what it was.
The boy stays looking at the ground quiet, tears now running down his cheeks.
With no answer, I grab a hand full of hair and drag Billy to the public park restrooms.
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W-where is he taking me...?
I don't want go through with this..
My god, somebody....
help me!
I don't want to be in pain anymore..!
J-just...sto-p...
stop...
stop it!
"Stop...it.." I said in a quiet voice, but loud enough for Black to here. My hands were gripped on to his hands which were gripped on to my hair which felt like it was about rip off of my skull in seconds. Black stopped moving at threw me against the wall outside the bathroom entry.
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"Your pathietc, Billy. You know what love or feeling towards others is against."
I stare at him smiling, as I watch him standing against the wall shaking violently, while staring at the ground. I take a few steps closer to him, standing extremely close to him; a rulers distances apart from him. Reaching for both his wrists I whisper to Billy.
"Heh, Heh, Heh, Don't scream....Oh Baby, don't you scream my name."
Billys head shot up and stared at me with wide eyes and started to struggle against my grip on his wrists. The boy turned his head to the right and whimpered.
"Alrightly then...I guess were starting? Ha! Will I do it again? Will I? Will I!? Billy Boys lets start our night of long lustful scream'n! Oh Baby!" As I yanked the boy into the bathroom Billy starts screaming cries of help and handful of apologies. Getting into the biggest bathroom stall I force him sit on the toilet. Billy stares up at me with raw fear and pain only apologizing now. I begin remove his shirt, but with a sudden recation I stop for he attemps to make a run for it attempting to shove me out of the way. 'Cute.' I think to myself as I grab him by the waist and slam him down wards towards the toliet seat. 'Ouch?' I think amused. Head slams into the toliet seat while the rest of his body meets the ground.
Shaking my head, I covered my mouth with my hand; trying not to laugh.
"Pffthh..That...that my boy was the worst attempt you made to escape in about....2 years? Really did you think that a little push like that was going to work? Re'member how strong you made me? But- ....I really need to keep an I eye on you though. Your not leaveing me no time soon, Billy boy."
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"Oh, god...Ahhh...oh my god...ahhhh..." Hands on my head and curled in a ball I sobbed, panted, and peed on myself all at the same time all because of the thobbing pain in my head.
As the pain in my head slightly fades away, I slowly picked my head off the ground and looked up at him apologizing.
"Ah...Black?...." This is the first time I actually looked at him in 2 years. He looked different, much different from when my 11 year old mind created him. Black changed quiet alot. He cut his hair, and even dyed his hair black and added a few highlights in some places, he has a few ear pricing also...his clothes have been upgraded to the extreme. He wore a white skin tight shirt that showed under neath his colorful skull splatted zip up sweater, and wore extremely tight skinny jeans and a pair of black and green vaans. Marsuvees Black looked like a famous punk rock star.
I slowly sat up back against the wall and hugged my knees against my chest. I buried my head into my knees to attempted the innocent look. Then looking up slowly I switch postions and wrap my around my waist attempting to cover myself as I duck my head down, now trying to avoid eye contact.
Being trapped in a bathroom stall at night with a man who knows your every fear, fanstay, and hate. Unable to call for help..cause there isn't a person who would be out this late. Alright..playing weak and innocent must seem like the most dumbest thing to do at the momment but... there are things Black cant hurt.
.........I knew Black was watching me, but will he fall for it? Please...I hope this doesn't whats coming next like hell. I stayed in my postion for about 10 minutes in'till Black fainally reacted. I heard him take a few steps back. "Oh my god...Such innocents... such beauty. I really don't want to harm you any more. Theres no point of breaking such a fragile boy...I'm out." Listening to his steps leave the bathroom I waited for 5 for mintues just in case.
Quickly getting up, I run out the stall and get a few napkins. Wiping at my forehead I rub off the dry blood stain. I run towards the exist of the bathroom and then suddenly trip over a blunt object. Not really caring about what I just tripped over I quickly get back up and run out of the bathroom.
"Now..do you really think that is going to work? Do you not re'mmber? Or do I have to refresh your slow memory? Hahahaha."
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CHAPTER STORY
-ThE WANTED.
Marsuvees Black thought only about Billy.
Billy Rediger.
Who was constantly on his mind.
-----------------
Marsuvees Black laid himself onto a bench at a small local park. The park was empty and all that could be heard was Black's angery voice. Yes, he was talking to himself...though his conversation to himself is with 6 other Marsuvees Blacks, each with horrible different personalities. Black and the other 6 were agruing; how to destroy Johnny Drake. Johnny Drake, a spirtual half-ass gunsmen trying to indgage himself with Billy Rediger...For a good 3 hours have they all been bickering over how his death would appear...Then Marsuvees Black's became silent then sighed, for his thoughts drifted to another person...They always seem to clam when Black himself starts thinking about his dear Billy.
When Billy was younger, Billy stole a very dangerous and powerful book. A book that should never be written in; but with a pen and a few pages from that powerful book, Billy wrote down his deepest fear and fantasies but with mostly pure hate, words became to flesh which was what created me; Marsuvees Black. Black grinned deeply to himself staring out at the starless dark night. Even though he created me...I do as I please, for I am Billy; every dark fantasy, every fear, and all that he ever felt...raw evil. But sadly enough Billy doesn't seem to accept me. Billy Rediger...is actually sweet hearted young man, though he is also shy...but really helpful for the most part...and is extremely easy to read. Not the type to want to create something so handsomely evil. Hes absolutely so easy to tourture; making him feel like a piece of grain, or even plunging him into a short time of drepression. You ever make a man cry?; making him cry..sream..even beg for his dear life. This is why I'll break him, make him feel like and empty shell, and rebuild him... I hate being created by such a gentel boy...If not that day he weren't to write down all of those emotions I really wouldn't be here, so I geuss I should take the pleasure of making his life a living hell for giving me life. I do wonder...I haven't seen the Billy in 2 years, since that last greeting he manage to runaway even though he was stripped of his pride and violated full on the lips.
"Ah...I really should think about were I'm gonna go before I running somewhere...Uhh...somewhere... "Black slowly sat up and grinned at the voice. For he knew the voice....he was that voice.
----------------------------------
"Ah...I really should think about were I'm gonna go before I running somewhere...Uhh...somewhere... " said a young man with jet black hair in a slightly emo cut; bangs covering one side of his extremely handsome pale face. His eyes a grassy bright green.
He wore a dark brown thin sweater which was slightly lose on his upperbody and was waring tight wore out sky blue jeans on his lowerbody. His feet were also bare foot. The young man looked around slightly holding himself wondering if there was anyone else here. Looking behind him, he saw a mini playground. "..A park?" He walked over to the mini play ground and stepped into the sand coted groud. Slowly he sat himself onto a swing, rocking him self back infourth. He thinks back to what brought him here bare foot and about to bust in to tears of sorrow. But rather worrying about what could be lurking out there...the boy sits and swings slowly his bare feet never leaving the ground.
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Marsuvees Black stood tall as he reached into his pocket for a stick of gum, "I've found you...Heh." A wicked smile of raw evil ran across his perfect face.
-------------------------------
The young man thought about where he was headed next...but as always he had no clue. For about 2 years he has been walking the earth trying to get farther and farther from his presents that huants him...I shook my head. "Don't think about it...don't jinks your self..." The persents a thing...no, a demon, wild emotions, an imaginary monster that doesn't go away. It looks human but...dare to say it is one. The feeling that the persents causes when hes near me..its just so overwhelming, its enough to make you want to curl into a ball an cry. The feeling is just horrible and thats exactly how I feel..The feeling just hit me.
I gasped...and then took a deep breath out. "Oh..god...help..." My hands shook wildly as they gripped the metal chains. I have stopped swinging and have noticed that my whole body was shaking uncontrolably. I feel nothing but raw evil and fear.
"Guess who Billy boy." The sly voice was unmistakable and the feeling was terrifiying. Flooded with fear, I don't look back and make a run for it but failed as I heard a soft click, 'ClicK' and froze like stone. That noise was also unmistaklable. "Heh. So you learned, eh? Now turn around and lets see how much you re'member." I felt like screaming but that was impossible...
I thought about the numerous times I've ran away from Marsuvees Black... Once, I tried to run from Black while in his sight... and was shot in the leg and was beaten with various weapons and devices... though I've have all ways been beaten I've never been in so much physical pain then when he was removing the bullet, pouring salt onto my wounds to cause more pain, or threating to leave it in there and die off with a bactrial diease...All theses thoughts occured to me in seconds.
------------------------------
As Billy Rediger slowly turned to face me. I shot off a free-round bullet at the ground watching for Billys reaction.
"Ah..!" The boy ducked down quivering, hands covering his head, eyes tightly closed. I tossed my gun to the ground and took a few steps towards him. I grinned widely staring down at the beautiul boy. As he starts contorling his shaking, I slowly lift his chin up to have a full view of him.
Beautiful. His eyes bright emerald colored eyes watered as his cheeks were flushed light pink from the on coming tears.
I stroked his cheek gentley staring at him with a fake, whats wrong? act of caring look. Though Billy seemed to love staring at the ground alot... I scanned his body from head to...
"The fuck?" I notice a light red burse on his neck.
"Billy boy....what is this?" I say in soft tone of voice fully knowing what it was.
The boy stays looking at the ground quiet, tears now running down his cheeks.
With no answer, I grab a hand full of hair and drag Billy to the public park restrooms.
------------------------------
W-where is he taking me...?
I don't want go through with this..
My god, somebody....
help me!
I don't want to be in pain anymore..!
J-just...sto-p...
stop...
stop it!
"Stop...it.." I said in a quiet voice, but loud enough for Black to here. My hands were gripped on to his hands which were gripped on to my hair which felt like it was about rip off of my skull in seconds. Black stopped moving at threw me against the wall outside the bathroom entry.
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"Your pathietc, Billy. You know what love or feeling towards others is against."
I stare at him smiling, as I watch him standing against the wall shaking violently, while staring at the ground. I take a few steps closer to him, standing extremely close to him; a rulers distances apart from him. Reaching for both his wrists I whisper to Billy.
"Heh, Heh, Heh, Don't scream....Oh Baby, don't you scream my name."
Billys head shot up and stared at me with wide eyes and started to struggle against my grip on his wrists. The boy turned his head to the right and whimpered.
"Alrightly then...I guess were starting? Ha! Will I do it again? Will I? Will I!? Billy Boys lets start our night of long lustful scream'n! Oh Baby!" As I yanked the boy into the bathroom Billy starts screaming cries of help and handful of apologies. Getting into the biggest bathroom stall I force him sit on the toilet. Billy stares up at me with raw fear and pain only apologizing now. I begin remove his shirt, but with a sudden recation I stop for he attemps to make a run for it attempting to shove me out of the way. 'Cute.' I think to myself as I grab him by the waist and slam him down wards towards the toliet seat. 'Ouch?' I think amused. Head slams into the toliet seat while the rest of his body meets the ground.
Shaking my head, I covered my mouth with my hand; trying not to laugh.
"Pffthh..That...that my boy was the worst attempt you made to escape in about....2 years? Really did you think that a little push like that was going to work? Re'member how strong you made me? But- ....I really need to keep an I eye on you though. Your not leaveing me no time soon, Billy boy."
-------------------------
"Oh, god...Ahhh...oh my god...ahhhh..." Hands on my head and curled in a ball I sobbed, panted, and peed on myself all at the same time all because of the thobbing pain in my head.
As the pain in my head slightly fades away, I slowly picked my head off the ground and looked up at him apologizing.
"Ah...Black?...." This is the first time I actually looked at him in 2 years. He looked different, much different from when my 11 year old mind created him. Black changed quiet alot. He cut his hair, and even dyed his hair black and added a few highlights in some places, he has a few ear pricing also...his clothes have been upgraded to the extreme. He wore a white skin tight shirt that showed under neath his colorful skull splatted zip up sweater, and wore extremely tight skinny jeans and a pair of black and green vaans. Marsuvees Black looked like a famous punk rock star.
I slowly sat up back against the wall and hugged my knees against my chest. I buried my head into my knees to attempted the innocent look. Then looking up slowly I switch postions and wrap my around my waist attempting to cover myself as I duck my head down, now trying to avoid eye contact.
Being trapped in a bathroom stall at night with a man who knows your every fear, fanstay, and hate. Unable to call for help..cause there isn't a person who would be out this late. Alright..playing weak and innocent must seem like the most dumbest thing to do at the momment but... there are things Black cant hurt.
.........I knew Black was watching me, but will he fall for it? Please...I hope this doesn't whats coming next like hell. I stayed in my postion for about 10 minutes in'till Black fainally reacted. I heard him take a few steps back. "Oh my god...Such innocents... such beauty. I really don't want to harm you any more. Theres no point of breaking such a fragile boy...I'm out." Listening to his steps leave the bathroom I waited for 5 for mintues just in case.
Quickly getting up, I run out the stall and get a few napkins. Wiping at my forehead I rub off the dry blood stain. I run towards the exist of the bathroom and then suddenly trip over a blunt object. Not really caring about what I just tripped over I quickly get back up and run out of the bathroom.
"Now..do you really think that is going to work? Do you not re'mmber? Or do I have to refresh your slow memory? Hahahaha."
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