These guys are from a good 2 year long (? Possibly three) roleplay! I haven't written for em in a long time, so throwing the bone at trying to get back into character here and write a mini story. PS. ALL OF THIS IS THIRD PERSON. I OWN NO RIGHTS TO MADI'S CHARACTERS.
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Rylie Perry, a man with little shame. Little gain, he had a lot wrong with him, as did his husband, Nathaniel. You'd think that after so many years of pure shit and torture the two would had learned to clean their act up. Of course not, because with their old occupations of Gang Leaders came the inevitable drama that struck them on a daily. They luckily had handed the gang off to Jackson and Cass, but it did no good. In the end they still got reminded of their past, attack after attack. It had gotten worse since they had killed Natalia's little gang, and Natalia. The mental state she had sat Nathaniel in, and the rape; torturing him. She died a horrible death; though Rylie never spoke of the day he set that pillow over her face while she was in the hospital, listened to her screams and struggle. The lack of satisfaction it left him with; knowing the trauma of that day she took Nathan was forever. Fredrick told them they needed to leave, and they were trying.
It wasn't easy to just up and move, and Becca was too young to understand that they had to leave everything behind just to have a stable life. They didn't want it either, the idea of not seeing Jackson or Cass, Fredrick, leaving that house behind. Leaving Rylie's house, meant losing a part their memories. It was there in their hearts, but Nathan knew that leaving meant, at least to Rylie; that he was letting go. The kid had yet to be able to accept that, it was obvious, Rylie still tried to hide how much he missed his mother. How much he despised the idea of turning out like his father, and being an abusive piece of shit to their daughter.
But today was different, today pushed too far. The call from the school, of Becca having been picked up by someone who claimed to be Rylie's cousin. He didn't have a fucking cousin. The two had grabbed guns, knives, anything to prepare themselves for the worst. They knew, they just knew who it was. Natalia's gang was dead, for the most part, but there was allies, she had many friends, many sources. And they weren't going to get away from that easily. Rylie hopped on his bike, as always, and Nathan grabbed the car. Rylie - the distraction, Nathaniel the guns. Rylie didn't feel the pain anyways, no matter how hard he tried. Nothing seemed to hurt him as much as his own emotions and feelings.
It didn't take long to get to the car that the woman had stated picked Becca up, the police having been called. But once they heard that last name, they stopped, people knew the gang well. Even police didn't mess around with them, too large. Besides, Rylie had the good reputation of keeping his morals in tact, and the citizens safe for the most part. He pulled up beside it, nearly scraping the red 2019 Chevrolet Corvette C7, slamming his fist against the driver's window. He was nearly in the other lane, flying down the road.
"Give me back-" Another hit to the window, nearly shattering it with the metal between his fingers "my fucking daughter!" The shout didn't go unheard, the car speeding up and going ahead of the motorcycle. Rylie looked back behind him in the mirror at Nathan, signaling to shoot a tire. He hoped that it wouldn't throw the car, seeing from the back window his daughter. His heart stopped, the girl's distraught expression enough to make the rage inside of him boil more and more. They were dead- as soon as he saw that. It was one thing to take his daughter, and another to hurt her in any way.
Rylie made sure to stay practically on top of the car, and when Nathaniel shot the bullet, he moved away enough so the swerving car wouldn't hit his motorcycle, giving a nod for Nathan to speed up. He did as well; going in front of the car. He was used to risking his life for things, but this was something he'd happily be taken down for. He knew what to expect now, doing this for years; the bullets being shot behind him hardly scared him. He felt the pressure of one hitting his arm, the slight numbness; hearing his daughter's screams from within the car. She was scared, and it only drew the line. He didn't want her to grow up with this, didn't want her to experience the trauma him and her other father had growing up. Rylie's grasp on the bike got shaky at the second shot to his shoulder, just knowing a bone had definitely shattered with that.
His grip on the right side loosened, having to slow to a stop right in front of the car; being fast to jump off it and away from the car which only sped up; clearly trying to run Rylie over. He was doing his best to get off the road, Nathan pulling to a stop beside him, and rushing out of the car "No! GO!" Rylie shouted at his husband, still struggling to pull himself up, his right arm being shot twice and bleeding; Nathan did just the opposite. Grabbing him up and carrying him to the car, listening to Rylie's bitching the entire time. He handed Rylie a spare towel in the back, knowing he'd know what to do; and he did. Rylie tied the towel around his arm as tight as he could, panting as he buckled in as fast as he could "Go." He tells him, Nathan speeding once again. Catching up incredibly fast, they didn't know how they were going to do it.
But they would get Becca back. And those sons of bitches would perish for what they've started.
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I don't know I kinda wanna write more of it, like add on slowly from here. Make sure to check Madi out, she's amazing! If you ever wanna see some drawings of Rylie and Nathan, check out my Instagram!
