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' No Please! You have to belive me, It wasnt me!' Porsche breathed out. Why were this people doing that to him? He didnt do anything wrong, he was just a high schooler! He didnt even know what they were talking about.  ' Please.. Let me go. It wasnt me.' He begged them, he told them the truth but they werent listening.

' I know that you did it. Now tell me, where's the money and we might as well let you go.' One of them said. What money?! Porsche didnt know what they were talking about, he never took any kind of money, he was innocent! He would never steal from someone dangerous! 
' What money? Please I didnt do it!' His kidnapers clearly did not like it. After that they choked his mouth with some kind of cloth and beat him up until he couldn't think about anything else. After that they slowly broke his fingers, it was so panifull he sweared he wouldnt make it out alive- to his brother, to chay. 

They didnt have mercy, they 'punished' Porsche for what seemed like months, it was never ending. When one of the men stopped beacuse they were to tired other one began. Its like they were having fun, they were enojying doing that to him. They liked making him hurt. Porsche didnt understand, why were they doing that to him? He really didnt do anything, he just wanted to live a peaceful life! 

Porsche didnt know what time was it, he was locked in some kind of a werehouse, he wa probably there for weeks, he didnt know beacuse he was blindfolded for such a long time. The only thing that mattered was going back to chay, he wouldnt do it without Porsche, he needed Porsche and The tanned man wouldnt let himself rest just yet. He needed to take care of Chay. 

' You are useless.'   

' Just talk you whore!' 

' Lets have some fun.'

' Bitch.'

' Nobody will save you.' 

There were alot of words. After some time Porsche even belived them, he didnt know when he would make it out or if he would. Maybe this was just his fate? Maybe it was what he was good for, Nothing. he was useless, after all Porschay probably was somewhere alone with uncle arthee. He was probably hurting without him and Porsche couldnt do anything. 

Those man took advantage of him, they assulted him and after that they punched and tortured him. His whole body was hurting. why was that happening? After some time- Porsche didnt know much, he lost count- Porsche began getting used to the pain, he didnt scream like he used to now. His body was numb, his mind was numb. He was in the oblivion. Maybe pain isnt that bad. Its the only thing he felt after all, he didnt feel anything else, just pain and hurting. He didnt know why but it was somehow comforting, was porsche weird? was he a psycho? Why did he start enojying the pain. Was he a monster? Thats not normal. 

The strangers wouldnt stop trying to get the information out of him, they didnt intend to kill him though- thats the only thing he knew. They tortured him, and if wounds were to deep they stitched him. It was never ending torture. Porsche started beliving that he really stole money and maybe he just had amnesia, maybe they were telling the truth. Maybe porsche was wrong. 

Suddenly one day after his daily beating, someone walked in. Porsche didnt know who he was. He saw him though- He saw him after the strange man took his blindfold off. He was handsome, He really was. He looked dangerous and Porsche was sure this was his end. He didnt care now. Maybe it would be better if he would just die. 

' What the fuck are you doing! Thats not the person I showed You!' He barked. What did he mean? Did Porsche not steal the money after all? Did they gaslight him..? What now? Will they kill him? Will they kill him for being wrong? will Porsche die now?  Porsche smiled at the thought of dying. It would be peacefull right? The feeling of getting away from your problems. It seemed right. 

The stranger looked at Porsche with confusion. Why was he confused? Its easy, Dying is easy. ' Let him out and find the right person.' He shouted and left. Thats when Porsche knew he wont die. But why? why cant they do one thing right. He just wants to die. what even is the purpose of life. 

After the strange man left, Porsche was kicked out on the street. Why did they leave him? did they get bored of his body? was he not enough even for them? Porsche looked at his hands that were full of blood. The crimson color looked really beautiful, it looked alive. It was the only color that Porsche saw while being in there. It was his only entertaiment. 

Porsche got back home. His brother looked at him in terror. Why was he looking at him like that? Did Chay stoped loving him? He should have, Porsche left him after all. But instead, he hugged him. He hugged Porsche, why did he hug him? Porsche didnt deserve him. He really didnt. 

' Hia what happend to you..' Porschay asked in a soft voice. Porsche wanted to respond, he really did, but he didnt know himself. Who was he even? What was he. What did he do there again? Why was he there?  Does he even remember anything before that? No. But he knows its his brother, thats good. 

' I dont know. Im okay now though.' Porsche decided to tell him the truth. Maybe the younger one would listen to him atleast. Maybe he wouldnt call him a liar. And he didnt, he didnt say anything in responce, he just hugged Porsche with all his might. That was exactly what Porsche neeeded, this comfort. 

' Its okay now.' Chay repeated. After that, everything got back to normal, or atleast it should have. In reality it did not. Porsche's life took a massive turn. He wasnt his old self now, he couldnt be. He would never be the same again. He started working out to make himself stronger. Porsche didnt want to at first beacuse of chay- but he got himself in some shady buisness. He needed to fight that man- the one that made him lose himself, and Torture him. Punish him like he did. Make him feel what he did. 

At first, Porsche started working as a loan shark. He hated it though, his boss was a jerk and he just couldnt stand him. One night- he snaped. He killed him. He killed someone. He actually did it. The adrenaline rushed in his blood. He felt something, he actually did. he felt the thrill and excitment. He didnt feel anything untill now. The crimson colored luquid on his hands made him remember things the strange men did, but he wasnt mad at them. They didnt do it beacuse they wanted to- it was thier job. But it was going be Porsche's job to kill them all now too. 

The tanned boy smiled at the thought of men begging to end their miserable life. He found himself a new hobby. It wasnt great- it wasnt even good. He became a hitman, the job was good paying and he was ready for it. Chay knew what he was doing, but he didnt say anything. Porsche- for the little one's safety moved to an apartament leaving Chay alone in their family house. He still kept in contact- beacuse of course he will, its chay after all. 

Soon after, he got his first client. It was a woman, he said that her husband is abusive and she would pay a good sum to kill him. Porsche agreed, killing someone innocent wasnt his planm thats why he choosed his clients wisely. He only killed those who hurt one another- or he decided to, for future. 

It was an easy Kill, the man didnt even fight back. He was to drunk to do anything. Porsche killed him quickly, thats what the woman wanted and he couldnt deny his client. She was good-hearted. Her husband didnt even try to say his last words, he left this world after one quick stab to the neck. It felt good to kill someone bad. Porsche didnt see himself a a hero- he didnt deserve the title, but he saw himself as someone who helps those in need. He would stick to that.