escape [Markus

[Kit Livingston]

Kit sat back on the bench in the garden. It had changed a bit from when he was last there, but as per usual it was empty. He'd heard some rumours that it was going to be redone.

He sighed, looking up to the cold sky. Maybe a lot of things were supposed to be redone. Nothing seemed right, and he just needed a chance to be by himself, facing the cold and the haunting truths which he refused to accept.

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[Markus Simons]

Markus wandered into the garden, the crazy and wild way things were made him feel at home. He wandered around abit, not sure where he was going or where he should be. All he knew is, he was going to have a little fun today.

He spotted a boy and walked over to him, leaning down to him.

"Hi there." He smirked, putting a hand on either side of the bush he was up against, blocking his way out.

[Kit Livingston]

Kit looked up at the boy, feeling his body freeze. He reminded him so much of that other boy, Andrew, that a shiver ran through him. Focus, Kit, not everyones out to get you... he told himself. He had been constantly fighting to let other people in when they made him afraid, telling himself that everything would be alright, he saw the threat but refused to acknowledge it. "Hi..." he said slowly, looking at the arms that were blocking his way, trying to calculate his next move.

[Markus Simons]

Markus tilted his head to the side, wondering what the boy would do. His brother hadnt told him about this boy. Oh no. And Andrew was going to pay for that too.

"Scream. I dare you." He said, grabbing him by the shirt and throwing him down onto the cold ground. He smirked, placing a foot on his chest. And he wouldnt hesitate to break a few ribs. No he wouldnt.

"Give me a reason. Give me a reason not to kill you. Not to take your innocence and bury you in a shallow grave. Give me a reason not to break every single one of your ribs. Because you move, and I will. You scream, and I will. Try me, baby."

[Kit Livingston]

Kit fell down to the floor, trying to catch himself before feeling the weight of the boys foot against him. He looked up, terror filling his eyes, his breathing shaking. Everyones out to get you... he corrected himself, looking up at the boy. Why did he have to pick empty spots? Not that he could get away with screaming.

"Please..." he gasped, his eyes waters. Not again... not again... "Please, don't hurt me..." he begged, his hands scrapping across the ground as he tried to pull himself up.

[Markus Simons]

Markus pressed down harder, hearing something crack. This was why he wore boots.

"Begging will get you everywhere, baby." He smirked, looking down at him. He wouldnt bother with letting the boy go. It wasnt worth the trouble.

"I dont trust you, man. You seem like a loud mouth." He pressed down harder, hearing another crack. "Youre alot like my brother, you know that?"

[Kit Livingston]

Kit cried out in pain, tears streaking down his cheeks. He was going to die, he was certain that this crazy person was going to kill him. Was he possessed? Kit suspected, but either way it wouldn't save him. "Please... I won't tell anyone..." he said, his breathing shallow and painful with the boot tight on his aching chest. "What do you want from me?" he asked, turning away, unable to look at his torturer.

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[Markus Simons]

"YOU LOOK AT ME WHEN YOURE SPEAKING TO ME, BRAT! I got your whole LIFE in the palm of my hand. You disrespect me once, disobey me once, and Ill kill you. And dont think I wont. Because Ive killed people before you. And I gaurentee you wont be the last!" He pulled his foot back, waiting to see if the boy would run. Or if he had common sense enough to know Markus would really kill him, given an excuse.

[Kit Livingston]

Kit gasped as the boot was lifted again, finally able to breath though he could feel bones moving around that weren't meant to be under his chest. His body shivered, taking shaking gasps as he struggled to do what he was ordered. He closed his eyes tightly, turning his head before opening them, knowing that what he saw would give him nightmares for years to come. As if he didn't have enough of them. "What... what do you want from me?" he asked, pulling himself up to get ready to run, but knowing that in this state he wouldn't stand a chance if he tried.

[Markus Simons]

"Youre coming with me." He said, pushing him forward. "Wheres your dorm? Because mine isnt suitable for taking care of brats like you. COME ON! MOVE!" He pushed him again, almost pushing him over.

"Try and run. Ill take you down. Dont think I wont." He smirked, slipping a hand up the boys shirt, then down his spine. His skin was cold, like ice. He pulled his hand back.

"Come on. Bring me home." He pushed him again.

[Kit Livingston]

A thousand fires could not have stopped Kit from shivering or feeling the cold. He closed his eyes as the hand slipped through his shirt, then remembered his orders to look at him. He stared up at him, pleading with his eyes, tears still running down.

"Such a sweet boy..." the demon girl told him, leaning her body close to hers. "You could have run, you could have avoided this..." she slipped her hand under his shirt, her thing fingers running over his helpless body, before ripping it open-

"NO!" Kit screamed suddenly, his clenched hards grasping at the dirt from the floor and throwing it straight to Markus's eyes. In a second he was on his feet, scrambling away. His chest burned, his head span with pain, but he ran as quickly as his feet could manage.

[Markus Simons]

Markus smirked, shaking his head. The dirt flew off, making a cloud of dust. He watched him run, watched him go. But he wouldnt get away that easily.

"YOU CANT RUN FROM ME, LITTLE BOY!" He screamed, running after him and tackling him to the ground, knocking the wind out of the boy. An animal let its prey think it was safe. Markus went in for the kill.

He pulled out his knife, pressing it to his throat. "Youve been a BAD boy. A very bad boy."

[Kit Livingston]

Kit slammed into the floor, screaming as his chest felt the blow running through his broken bones. "Argh..." he choked, tears still streaming down his eyes. He'd tried, tried to run and still there was nothing, no hope. What else could he do? Pain seemed inevitable...

Crys... he thought, then closed his eyes tightly. Zeke.... he corrected himself, though it seemed useless now. He knew who'd he'd really wanted to cry for.

He felt the cold metal against his throat, and was lost, his vision blurring. "Don't... please..." he begged, his voice fading with his hope.

[Markus Simons]

"Speak to me like you mean it, brat, or Ill cut you open!" He said truthfully. He leaned down to him, their lips so close Markus could feel him breathe.

"Look at me." He ordered, wondering if this was a bad idea. Then again, when did he listen to his concious. His brother had cheated. Markus would cheat too. He tilted his head to this side a bit, glaring down at the boy.

"LOOK AT ME!" He screamed at him.

[Kit Livingston]

Kit let out a deep gasp of breath, before turning his bloodshot eyes to his attacker, conscious of every heavy breath that was coming from his mouth. What was going to happen now? Kit wasn't even sure he wanted to know. Everything had gone to hell, and it only seemed reasonable for him to be sent there. "I'm looking..." he breathed. "I'm begging..." he asked, resisting the urge to turn away, to run, to scream, to cry.

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