Cold. It was the only feeling Lance could describe was, so cold. The cement floor and brick walls made him feel more trapped than he already was, the darkness that the room supplied gave him no idea of what time it was. It felt like years maybe, years since he last saw Jessie-the man who took him here. He didn't know if that made him crazy, but he missed the company. The pants he's been stuck in was damp, the ground got wet slowly throughout the time Lance had been there. He didn't know where the water was coming from, but a puddle made its way around him. Making his socks soaked through his shoes-or what was left of them.
His mind kept going back to the raven headed boy his heart was set on. 'I wonder if he's ok?' 'I wonder if he's looking for me.' Thoughts swarmed his head like a bee hive, his brain like the queen bee of some sorts. The more he thought, the more his brain fed him ideas that nobody was going to find him. He'd be stuck down here, this would be the place where he'd die. Never to see the man he wanted to spend the rest of his life with- wait. Lance shook his head to get the thought away. 'No' Lance thought, he refused for this mold infested place to be the place location he'd be before he dies. Lance wrapped his arms around himself, trying to produce enough heat to warm himself up. He had no idea what he was going to do, the dark started playing tricks on the boy constantly. Creating shadows that looked like they'd jump at him any second, dragging him into the dark.
His thoughts were interrupted when he heard footsteps from outside the door. The keys jingling at they fit inside the lock, making the door open. The light hurt Lance's eyes, having to shield them with his forearms. Once his blue eyes were adjusted, he looked at the figure whom just stood there. He noticed Jessie on the man's right, looking blankly at him. Lance's eyes swayed between them cautiously, keeping himself on high alert.
"So you're the little roach that escaped the two idiots? How cute, hello little blue." The man said, his voiced dripped with amusement as he studied the boy. Lance noticed a pattern between the men he's seen so far, following the color scheme of dark purple. Always having the color inside the outfit, he didn't know if it was a gang thing or these assholes loved playing dress-up.
"Jessie was right when he said you were quiet, if only your father learned a thing or two from you." The man said again, Lance only looked at the older male. He noticed wrinkles lined the edge of his eyes and forehead, stress-lines following not far behind. He was darker than Jessie, with his black hair slicked back neatly.
"What do you want from me?" Lance demanded, amusement flashed throughout the older males face completely.
"So blue really does talk, I was starting to think that you can no tongue at all." The male said, walking away from the threshold and into the room completely. Jessie followed the male, not before peaking out the door and switching a switch. Light filled the room and it made the place less creepy, but Lance could see how the room looked inhabitable. Mold lined the left wall from him, a pipe broken and leaking, little cracks weaved throughout the flooring, and he saw bugs running every which way.
"Who are you?!" Lance yelled out, leaning back against the wall more. Distancing himself from the two men as far as possible. A glare sat on the mans fast, stalking forward and grabbed Lance's face in his palm roughly. Pulling Lance forwards and squeezed so hard that the boy thought his jaw was going to break.
"Listen here you good for nothing faggot, I'm not the one to be yelled at like some dog. Do it again and we'll see how long it takes for that bitch of yours to scream." The man said deeply, his voice going down a few octaves and turned raspy. The threat seemingly holding true, but Lance didn't wanna find out. He waited for the man to left go of Lance's face, pushing away harshly and made the blue eyed boy's head slam again the brink wall.
"Zarkon, shall we get to it? We have a busy schedule." Jessie said, his face calm and his voice neutral. The man-Zarkon- Lance guessed huffed and have a sharp nod. He stood back up and patted out his his purple suit.
"We have huge plans for you boy, if you fuck this up. The only place where you and that twink of yours is in hell where you belong." Zarkon said, he backed up a little and walked towards the door. His phone ringing loudly, the noise echoing throughout the room. Zarkon sighed annoyed and looked at Jessie. "Make sure the little faggot knows how to act, if he fucks up. You'll be laying right next to Ryder." Zarkon informed, brining the phone up to his ear and gave a sharp 'hello'.
"Listen to me and listen to me good. I don't wanna hear one fucking word come out of the mouth of yours. Got it?" Jessie said, Lance nodded fast and kept his attention on the older male. Jessie sighed and looked behind him to see is Zarkon was right behind him. He gave a huff when he saw the older male wasn't there, he looked back at Lance with a serious gaze. "When the time comes, I'll tell you to do something. You better do it or you're going to die. Ok?" Lance didn't understand what Jessie meant, but all he knew was he needed to comply. He wanted to see his family again, if it meant doing whatever Jessie said then he was all for it.
He didn't know why Jessie sounded that way, compassionate was the only thing the ran through Lance's mind. His kidnapper was being compassionate, Lance didn't know if that was a good or a horrible thing. Lance nodded his head anyway, showing that he would do whatever Jessie told him to do. The older male leaned towards Lance and put his lips right next to his ear. It was fast and quiet, almost looking like Jessie was mocking the boy. The older male straightened back up and walked towards the door, giving him a blank stare before shutting the metal door. Lance thought the lights would be cut, but smiled gratefully when the lights stayed. Lance thought about what Jessie said to him, what the fuck did it even mean? It went over and over again, Jessie what were you planning. The three words making Lance's head hurt intensely.
'Patience Yields Focus'
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Jesus fucking Christ how are you guys? It's been forever huh? Well I'm planning on ending this ASAP! It's about time we let poor Lance rest, btw I cringed so hard with the f-slur. But I really do feel like Zarkon would be a huge homophobic asshole.
IM SORRY PLZ DON'T BE OFFENDED!! <33
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Muted Treasure
FanfictionLance has been through a lot since he was only seven years old. With the death of his parents and the past coming to haunt him. But what happens when his new adopted parents move to New York City? New fresh and new start from the last. What will h...
