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Chapter 72 - Orace (Oscar x Race)

- Chapter 72 - A Mistaken Emotion -
Warnings (major): Abuse, murder, kidnapping, bullying, blood, tears, needles
Modern/Idek AU
Third Person POV

Tears stream down Race's face. "Oscar!!" He yells, struggling to pull out of the two men's grip.

One of the men holding him scowls at him. "Quit moving." He snaps.

Race let's out a cry of pain as he's jerked backwards.

"Toni!" Oscar shouts, tears streaming down his face.

"Let go of me!" Race shouts, trying to kick his way away from the two men.

Race felt a pinch in his neck.

He immediately stopped struggling, his eyes growing heavy.

"Antonio!" Oscar screams, tears streaming down his face.

Race felt pain spread throughout his body like fire, his body giving out without his consent.

Let's go to the beginning
A few months before

"Ew." Oscar's face scrunches up in disgust. "You're still happy?" He questions.

Race turns to face Oscar, a sarcastic smile on his face. "It's my emotion, Delancey." He reminds him. "I'll be happy for as long as you'll be angry."

Oscar glares at him.

Race shoots him a polite and half sarcastic smile.

"Come on, Race." Elmer tells him, gesturing for him to follow.

Oscar couldn't help but feel angry as he watched him walk off.

It was what he was supposed to feel, but there was something else lingering in his mind as he watched Race.

A sense of longing? Admiration?

Whatever it was, Oscar didn't know and he knew he shouldn't feel it.

JoJo, Elmer, and Race walk into a back alley near the school.

"God, I hate him." Race mutters, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.

Elmer and JoJo nod.

"Come on," Race starts. "Let's go find our friends." He states.

Their group was made up of misfit kids, or at least, that's what they were called.

One thing everyone else didn't know was that they all could feel every emotion.

Not just the one they were assigned at birth.

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"I hate him so much." Race grumbles, taking his hat off and throwing it at the wall of the warehouse.

Albert looks up at him, taking the cigar out of his mouth. "Or are you in love with him?" He questions, pointing the cigar at Race.