Give or Take? boyxboy

The Word Run

THE WORD RUN

Twenty-four hours and no sign of Dustin. I'm so gonna' leave him to die.

I turned on the tv.

15 YEAR OLD BOY NAMED DUSTIN BRANDON FOUND DEAD. BASED ON AUTOPSY HE WAS SHOT AT THE BACK FIVE TIMES. HE WAS FOUND NEAR HIS HOME AND DIED WITH A PICTURE IN HIS HANDS...

Then a picture of me flashed before my eyes. I knew I shouldn't have taken that picture. It was me and I was topless with my pants hanging low revealing my blue boxers. I was at his room then. I was scratching the back of my head with a small smirk on my face.

UNFORTUNATELY, NOBODY HAS EVER SEEN THIS BOY BEFORE. THE BOY'S PARENTS CLAIMED THAT THEIR SON HAS BEEN ACTING STRANGE LATELY AND THE BOY ON THE PICTURE WAS HIS BOYFRIEND. ACCORDING TO THEM. DUSTIN HAD MENTIONED THE NAME ALEKZANDER MARSHALL BEFORE.

I gulped in air. Ah.. not good.

HIS PARENTS ALSO SAID THAT THEIR SON BECAME MADLY INLOVE WITH THE BOY. AND THAT THEY HAVE NEVER MET THE BOY IN PERSON. THE POLICE ARE SUSPICIOUS ABOUT THIS AND CLAIMED THAT THIS CASE WOULD BE EASY. THE PARENTS DESCRIBEED THEIR SON AS A PLAYBOY AND A VERY MISCHIEVOUS BOY. BUT HE BECAME MORE SULLEN IN THE PAST FEW DAYS. THE POLICE THINKS THE MURDER MIGHT BE CAUSED BY JEALOUSY OR A BREAK UP.

I am swallowing my tongue right now.. What have I gotten myself into? Dustin. What the-?!? I remembered his bright brown eyes always filled with awe and wonder. He's dead. I never killed a past lover before. I just led them to the arena. But they never die by me.

Poor Dustin. I was supposed to be given one week before he finds out about my abilities and give the vial to him. Why so early? What exactly is happening.

I closed my eyes.

I heard someone chuckle.

" Regretting now?", His voice always make me feel low. Damn you authoritative voice!

I went in my knees.

" Master Dmitri.. I didn't- why?"

I wanted to raise my eyes but I just can't. I shouldn't. It isn't allowed. I am a chess piece he is the player.

He patted my head.

" Ah.. Alekzander Marshall.. My favorite. The best of them all. You excell whether you are man or a woman. You're looks of a man very tempting. And your skills of a woman impressive."

I bit my lip. Everytime Master Dmitri comes it's bad news.

" Master..."

He gripped either sides of me his eyes filled with malice and cruel amusement.

" You are not to address me Master anymore... I am your Lord.", he said with a smile.

There was nothing inside his pale sliver hair and grey eyes. All there was were possessiveness nothing more.

" You are mine now Alekzander... I am your Lord and as your Lord you are allowed to look into my eyes. You shall never have any man or womam again. I tell you or she or he dies with you. Remember.. I own you.", his voice dark. His words embedding itself into my soul.

Tears dripped down at the corner of my eyes. I don't want to be his... I just want the stupid game and it's benefits. But I will not dare to object.

" I-it is a ple-pleasure my Lord.", I managed.

He eyed me suspiciously.

" Are you not grateful my love?"

Tears streamed. He even calls me his love? Oh Alekxander go get a life!

" I am my Lord... I'm just honored.", I kept my voice cassual.

I stood up. He cupped my face in his hands and stared deep into my eyes.

" You are still in the game my love... Try not to get killed."

I nodded. He slammed his lips into mine. It wasn't passionate. It was furious, hungry and mad. But I know there was nothing I could do. I wrapped my arms around his neck. I am his and even if the world turns inside out. I am.

Lights blared in the outside.

The police had found me.

He smirked.

" You're my best boy Alekzander... leave now. He's not worth it."

I backed away.

" No sir... I will not. I did nothing about his death."

He laughed darkly.

" Oh spare me, my innocent... I know you didn't, but I also know you've reaped lives more than the number seeds there is in a pomegrate. "

No I did not! They were twelve. Not that many...

" I will not back down.. my Lord."

He sighed.

" As you wish my love..."

He disappeared among the shadows.

There was a knock in my door.

I opened it.

" Mister Alekzander Marshall you are under arrest. As a suspect of the death of Dustin Brandon. We have your warrant. Please come with us."

I sighed and held out my hands.

I've killed men. But I didn't kill Dustin. I almost... loved him. His death hurt me. But I am a chess piece.

I was pushed into a police car.

Another policeman was beside me. He was grinning wickedly. Disusting pervert. I don't like being next to him. It radiated from him.

" You can run now...", he offered.

I shook my head.

" I know I didn't kill him. I loved him. I won't run away.", I said in a small voice.

He leaned in close.

" You can have me... We'll have an amazing time in jail."

I shot him daggers. Don't you dare touch. I'm gonna' kill you.

He was taken aback.

We drove to the station in silence.

We went inside.

His parents were sobbing.

Dustin's dad ran up to me.

He threw a punch.

It hurt but I deserved it.

I was already thinking of putting him im danger.

He gave me another punch before the men stopped him.

Maybe, I should've run. Away from them....

But the word run isn't in my vocabulary.

I didn't hurt Dustin and I never will....

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*AN*

Who do you think killed Dustin?

I know Alek never knew love... but what happened. He was starting to grow emotions. How so?

Dmitri likes Alek but because Alek was awfully good. He's the perfect killing machine. But what happens when he loves?

Next chapter Alexandria will appear. What is she?

Enjoy...

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