The RailRoad of Passion

chapter one

Rain thrummed diligently against the windowsill in heavy downpour. Sliding down the glass into puddles of desolate screams, soon to be swallowed by the earth, forever forgotten. The moonlight leaks through the cracks of steel, leaving a penniless taste of blood and hope on Pitbulls tongue. Giving him a taste of the life he once knew, a life he so desperately will try to claw his way back too. Soon to be grasped by reality and its own bittersweet fate. He knew he shouldn't have indulged in himself, let himself relax, breath, feel. It was all too dangerous, and sooner or later reality will demand its cut in this affair.

He felt alone.

Peaceful.

I wish I could always feel like this..

Euphoria, coats his brain, filling all the dark empty holes he had chosen to disregard. Euphoria, lapping through his veins like a soft stream, flowing its way through the giving soil. The sound of metal hinges, rubbing against each other in protest, piercing his ears. Washing him away from all his heavenly bliss, the sweet feeling of euphoria quickly being replaced by rapidly hardening cement. Forming a ball of fear and worry, eager to rip its way through his body.

The light touch of fingers lays themselves on his shoulder, lingering. Beads of sweat profusely fall from his head, wanting to rip away the soft gingerly touch that he once fell for. Soft, sweet, warm, yet all he could feel was knives slicing through his collarbone where nails scratched idly away. Slowly but surely making their way up his neck. Pitbull jerked away from cuts, afraid of bleeding out nothing but tears and pleas.

He felt the presence back away from him, slowly striding its way towards his face. Slowly the figure bent down, hot breath fanning across his face. Pitbull doesn't dare open his eyes to be met with promises of lemonade as sweet as suns, yet be ridden with the after taste of bittersweet peels. He felt himself slip. The tremble in his jaw and tears slipping out under the steel locks of his eyes. With each breath pitbull was led closer and closer to the edge. Sweet putrid smell of oranges luring him to fall.

And fall he did.

Red swollen eyelids peeled apart from each other, tears relishing in escape.

"Don't look at me like that! You're making me all... excited! "

Pitbull broke down in sobs, vision distorted.

"Please! Ple- ple- Please! Stop! just ..." he let his words die as he attempted to breathe through bloody cries.

"Just...what? Come on.. You know you look so.." fingers raised to pitbulls chin, tilting it up to meet amber eyes "so pretty like this."

Pitbull meets hisoka's eyes.

"Your sick.'' pitbull held eye contact, spitting his words into hisoka's face. Figuratively...and literally.

Hisoka raised his hand to his face, swiping up the saliva with his index and middle finger. He pulled it back to admire the way the moonlight made it glimmer. He brought his hands back to his face and guided his fingers into his mouth. Lapping at the pale digits, ridding them of the

Sweet sweet taste of pitbull.

"How sweet of you!?" Hisoka screams, his voice booming through the empty room. "You don't want me to be dehydrated?"

His face grew into a devilish grin staring down at the pitbull as if he were the last gazel in the field, and himself a starving lion.

"Please hisoka. Just let me go." pitbull rushed the words from his mouth almost afraid to be heard "i promise i won't tell anyone okay? I promise. I love you."

"Now. Why would I do that?" Hisoka slid his hand onto pitbulls cheek, rubbing soothing circles into his cheekbones "when I have you right here. All to myself."

"Because!" pitbull yelped "uhm-.. Uh... don't you wanna... take me out? on ... dates?"

Hisoka chuckles low in his throat, humming as he cradles pitbulls face. Suddenly a switch is flipped. His hand reels back and he connects back with pitbulls head with an audible slap.

"You think you deserve to go out?" Hisoka's slight chuckle has grown into a full manic cackle, shaking and reverbating pitbulls skull "you're lucky you're alive."

With that hisoka stands, pitbulls eyes follow him as he pulls a syringe from his back pocket. He guides the tip of the needle on pitbulls skin hovering above a vein.

"WAIT! Wait.. wait don't go please!" Hisoka ignores his pleas, pressing the needle into his vein, filling him with the sweet taste of candy "wai-...i'm sor-'' pitbull slurs his words as he doses off everything going black.

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Pitbull blinks his eyes open to an empty room, the sun glaring in through the windows. He swivels his head around looking for hisoka, normally he would be there by now, 'playing' with him. He shifted in his chair, uncomfortable from being tied in the same position for 3 days. How could he have let himself get in this mess. He went on one date. Why did it have to be with some random psycho. Pitbull was pulled from his thoughts as the metal door opened.

"Well you're up early!" Hisoka sounded chipper as ever. How could he act so normal?

"Here I brought you a drink!" Hisoka pushed a bottle into pitbulls chest. Pitbull looked down at the bottle wordlessly and then his hands.

"Oh! Silly me, you're tied up!" Hisoka giggled to himself, "Would you like some?" Pitbull shook his head, not trusting whatever 'drink' hisoka brought him.

"Hmm.." hisoka eyed pitbull twisting the cap of the bottle and taking a sip for himself "why don't you use your words?"

"No-" pitbull was cut off as hisoka grasped his jaw, pouring the liquid into his mouth. Pitbull tried to spit it out but couldn't as hisoka covered his mouth with his hand.

"Oh come on! Swallow!" Hisoka laughed in pitbulls face, continuing to pour the bottle over pitbulls shiny head, making it glissen like morning dew on green blades of grass in early spring morning. Hisoka finally pulled his hand back, allowing pitbull to empty his mouth out into his lap.

"Look at what you've done!" Hisoka chucked the bottle into a wall screaming "That took me MONTHS TO COLLECT!" Hisoka's voice continued to rise. Pitbull started to cry, salty tears mixing with the salty paste on his face.

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!" pitbull sobbed, continuing to spit the putrid taste out of his mouth "I think I'm gonna throw up-" he mumbled as he gagged.

"Throw up? Am I that disgusting to you?'' Hisoka's face clicked from range to hurt. "You know I'm sensitive about these types of things.."

"NO I DON'T!" the pitbull screamed "I DON'T KNOW. BECAUSE I HAVE NO CLUE WHO YOU ARE. I MET YOU 4 DAYS AGO AND YOU KIDNAPPED ME YOU SICK FU-" pitbull was cut off as he started to projectile vomit all over hisoka. Hisoka stood in front of the pitbull and started crying. He fell to the floor as a puddle of liquid started to surround him.

"Did you just pe-"

"SHUT UP" hisoka curled up in a ball and started to sing mask by Dream. "I wear a mask with a smile for hours at a time, Stare at the ceiling while I hold back what's on my mind, And when they ask me how I'm doing I say, I'm just fine, And when they ask me how I'm doing I say, I'm just fine But the fact is I can never get off of my mattress, And all that they can ask is, Why are you so sad, kid?-"

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"-Been comparing' myself for so long, Been wearing' a smile for so long, it's real

So long, it's real, so long, it's real." Hisoka finished the song as he jumped to his feet, face now completely dry of tears, and left the room without another word.

"What the fuck."