His Return and Her Fall ((Parent!Lock))

Chapter Two - The Blond Bastard

The boy grins, jacked up teeth gleaming white as the rain starts to drip from the clouds above. Fear strikes her frail body, her mind racing. "Oh shit," she whispers under her visible breath, clouds rolling in and thunder clapping in the dstance.

"What do you think you're doing?" he calls to her, watching her with a gleam of harm in his brown eyes. She sees this and instantly covers her skirt with her bog, eyes watering. "I said-"  

"I heard you! I'm going to class you arse hole of a rapist!" she screams at him, pushing past him and running through the college doors and down the corridors. She hears him follow at a safe distance behind, but a little too close for her liking.  

"Oh," he sneers as they reach a dead end, no doors for her to reach, "So you think I'm a rapist now?" He was joking, knowing his words well and also feeling the urge to strike again. After all, the first time was so pleasant, for him of course. Her screams got annoying for a while, but she stopped after he had gone harder. 

She looks back to him, shaking in her white tights. "Please don't hurt me," she begs, mapping out her plan, quickly desecrated by Alex's watchful eyes. Every last sliver of hope escapes her slender build as he grabs her arms, making her drop her bag, and holds her against the wall.

"You know the code, don't you?" he asks, leaning into her and breathing her sweet black cherry scent in. She grimaces, nodding. "Well, give it to me, Haley. Let me have it, and nothing will go against you and your adorable little brother..."

"Please! Please just let me go! Please!" she screams, well, starts to. Alex cups his hand over her mouth, silencing her. He gaze into her fear-filled eyes and grins, blond hair gleaming in the dim lights of the hall as rain now pours outside.

He holds both of her skinny wrists with one hand above her head, playing with her coal-black, but glistening curls. Fear strikes her and she keeps her quiet, trying to think of something to escape his grip again. "I'll give you the code," she says, voice in a quiver. "I'll give it to you, but you have to do something else."

Looking t her appalled, Alex beams a bright smile, eyes still empty of emotion, and nods. "Anything for you, my dearest Haley Jane." His breath reeks of mints and it carries around her, making her shiver and shimmy from his rather strong grip. He doesn't let go, and she knows he won't.

"You have to, well," she hesitates, making her voice quit a couple times to make him believe she was leading to the path he wanted to go. "You have to- Die!" she screams, kneeing him in the junk, causing him to go wide-eyed and fall to his knees, curling over in pain. She grabs her bag and runs, not looking back as she swings into the stairwell and treks her mighty path to her class, shaking and crying.

Alex sits there, curled up, holding his crotch and shaking his head. He had put a cup on for the occasion, and now the game was on. Kill the girl, get the code, destroy London brick by brick and make everyone kneel before him. His fathers included.

He stands, waving his hands about to shake of his giddy mood and follows the steps she had, knowing her classes by heart. She would be his, and it wouldn't' be easy. Haley sits next to Lela, the girl with red hair and a million freckles looking to her strangely.

"What's the matter?" she asks, looking to the teacher. "Something wrong?"

"I was just attacked an nearly raped again, Le... Almost.. He's after my dad's code for the computer and I could be taken away tonight if he doesn't think of something..."

Scared, Lela raises her hand and quickly answers a question to get off the subject of Haley's future kidnapping. The girls look to each other, then to their books as Haley retrieves hers from her bag, pencils falling and a small dart as well. She gasps, shoving it back into the pocket and sitting upright again. "For an experiment," she explains as a flat lie to Lela.

It was part of a blow dart set to kill anyone who she needed to, and she usually did. Sherlock and John knew she had no problem with it, and were both a bit set off by it, however, they accepted it and let her to her work. The last case was an actual African tribe in the sewers of London killing people and sewing their faces to rat bodies and setting the rats free, and she was the one destined for it. She used their own weapon against them after they had tried to kill her. She only offered to have them leave to find a more suitable place to live, but apparently not.

"Seems like it," Lela whispers, grinning as Haley shakes her head, mind racing of the many things she could do to avoid James and Alex that night. Lock the doors? Windows? Guns? Guards? Anything that would usually work wouldn't. They were too good for that stuff.