The Complex

The Alleyways

Hey, everyone :) It's been a while, and I apologize for the wait. You're going to have to thank my good friend, Majo_Ellen_, for getting me back on track! xP They will also be assisting me in this chapter, to help keep the ideas flowing. ;) Thank you for reading! Also.. x'D I've included somewhat graphic imagery in this chapter, when someone is being tortured.

Just a warning~

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Drip....... drip....... drip.......

The soft, plentiful raindrops slid effortlessly down the brick walls of the alley, forming into large puddles immediately after meeting the ground. Every little movement cause the brimming puddles to overflow, releasing small trickles and streams of water to flow down the concrete ground. Soon, however, something odd happened. A different sort of liquid met with the water. Something crimson, thick, and shiny. ".. You know, blood is thicker than water." The boy stated in an almost casual manner, an amused smirk playing across his lips. He soon knelt beside the puddle carefully, the raindrops skidding across the material of his boot and forming at the side of it; yet another small puddle forming. He slowly reached down and lightly grazed his fingers across the crimson liquid, before chuckling softly and grabbing onto, then lifting his mask just above his lips, with his free hand. "God forbid  that anyone sees me do this........" He murmured, before carefully leaning to his blood-coated fingers and licking them clean. He shuddered at the strong, metallic flavor. "....... But, I could care less if you did." He finished, turning his head towards the sound of the muffled screaming sounding from the bulky, bloody man on the ground. Duct tape had been slapped over his mouth, and his hands were secured behind his back, a thick rope fastened around his aching, raw wrists. Terror was visible in his pale, almost silvery blue eyes. The boy, Tim (AKA Masky), had already beaten him with only his fists, though planned to end the drawn out torture soon enough. However, right now... it wasn't bloody enough for him. He wanted to drain the fool of blood until his face was deathly pale, and he was nearly frail and harmless. If he didn't, then well, he wasn't doing his job properly. So, he soon  rose to his feet fully and straightened up, before walking over, taking long, slow, almost elegant strides. When he finally reached him, he extended an arm and grabbed onto the man's collar, jerking him up harshly and shoving a fist to his cheek with all of his strength. He then continued to beat him mercilessly, knuckles soon bruising and growing to be bloody. The man's face was growing to be a bloody pulp. "... Tim. St...Sto-op......." He tensed as he heard someone behind him murmur this. "....... Go the hell away, Rogers. I don't need you to criticize my work." He growled out softly, causing Toby to slowly knit his brows together; in an almost confused manner. "... We need to go, though. Master's ca-alling." He sighed heavily, soon growing frustrated and stomping over, a sudden mood swing hitting him as he drew one of his hatchets, raised it high above his head, then slammed it down over the neck of the man. Tim had jumped away almost second before it had hit him instead, flinching in shock at the loud crack. ".. Godd*mn you and your f*cking mercy. It almost makes me sick.." He hissed out through gritted teeth, before reaching down and swiping the wallet from the man's pants pocket. He then turned, swiftly making his way out of the alleyway and onto the clean, cool and damp sidewalk. Toby followed after quickly, almost as if he were a lost child or puppy, both him and Tim's cheeks and noses flushed from the cool air. "... I'm so-orry. Please, sto--" Tim cut him off. "-- Please? Stop? Why the hell are you asking me to stop, when I just told you about how weak and merciful you are?! Jesus, why are you so.. lenient, sometimes?!.." He cried out in frustration, flipping around and grabbing onto Toby's shoulders firmly, then giving them a hard shake. Toby only stared blankly. Or, so it seemed. In truth, behind the glare of his orange goggles, his brown eyes were teary and full of their own frustration. He didn't understand what his 'friend' was going on about. He couldn't even comprehend it. He soon lowers his head slowly, seemingly crestfallen. However, just as Tim slowly reaches out to him, a concerned gaze now forming in his eyes, Toby snaps a hand up and lowers his mouth guard, before leaning forward and silently shoving their lips together.