EVOL (BxB)

Chapter 4: love is war

"I've gotten a background check from the first boy to win the games. He is mute, 19 years old. Disabled from childhood: his vocal cords never developed. Killed a man in self defense, and Carl Tracy was no different."

Keiji replies, "Carl Tracy was promising. But a gang leader was overpowered by a speechless kid trying to protect himself. How pathetic..."

"Harley Jones will be in danger for killing a gang leader," Garcia looks worried.

"Good. Let him be hunted, and we shall see if he is worthy, or it's all just luck."

Last night, Sugar's head was tossing in his sleep restlessly.

"He can't speak. Can't scream."

"He small and can't scream."

"1 hour..."

"It's not his first time."

"He's small and can't scream, but you can't catch him—"

"!!!" Sugar sat up crying and barely breathing, unable to scream which breaks his heart even more. He falls back down the bed, breaking down and refusing to sleep. He doesn't want to go back to sleep, he doesn't want to go back.

"Sugar?"

Sitting up yet again, Sugar backs up until he hit the headboard, hugging his knees. Verde was at the door confused, shirtless, and carrying breakfast from the cafeteria.

"Uhm... good morning? Would you rather I call you Harley?" Sugar narrows his eyebrows and shakes his head violently, hating that name to his core. "Oh... Sugar it is, then. Breakfast?"

What does this guy want... he looked around the room, Where did he take me...

"Oh, you're in the Levough dorm by the way."

Sugar's eyes widened. The LEVOUGH Dorm?!

"Yes, because the Wyners can't protect you," Verde replied as if he can understand silence, but really Sugar is just easy to read if you look closely. "Everyone expected you to get killed by Carl, but you killed him instead... a gang leader, with his boys all enrolled here after being in Juvie for riots."

Sugar looks defiant, so Verde sits on his left and places the tray of food on his right.

"You look harmless and cute, you know." Verde reached for his face, scanning his youthful features. "Do you know what they do to cute boys in prison? That's what they planned to do to you. You have a face some men would want to own."

Sugar slaps his hand away.

"No, I wouldn't do that... I wouldn't want to be the next Carl," he smiles, "Instead, I want to help you. Nobody will touch you if they think you're owned. I have lots of connections here in the Levough. I can drive Carl's gang away."

Sugar scans his face with a grossed out look, but it made Verde laugh.

"Who am I? Well, that's not important." He pulls something out of his pocket and it was a silver chain connected by three green beads, just enough to go around a neck and rest between the collarbone. It was a small dainty choker. "Wear this, pretend you were sleeping with me, and no one will touch you."

Sugar shakes his head, rushing to get out of bed. Thankfully, Verde just watched him.

"It's not a good idea to go out in the Levough dorm, Sugar. Everyone knows who you are."

He doesn't care, he doesn't want to be owned by Verde even if it's just pretend. He stops by the door though, hesitating. Verde was behind him, leaning on the doorframe of his bedroom, holding the choker. He had tattoos all over the place but the most prominent one is a snake wrapped around his waist and its head on his right rib.