Blinded In Chains -Synacky-

Chapter 2

Two

It must have been at least another hour before I decided to get myself out of the house. I hadn't actually left the place in weeks - hence the reason why I was getting so thin. I hadn't bought groceries in god knows how long. I was surving on noodles and beer.

I walked slowly out of my house, slamming the front door shut behind me and not bothering to lock it. I couldn't care less if the house got robbed - the only valuables I had were a few guitars, which I could easily replace.

I clambered into my Cadillac and slid the keys into the ignition, not even bothering to rev the engine loudly like I normally did. I just felt too drained of emotion and energy to do so.

I pulled out of my oversized driveway and sped off down the street, at a quite reasonable speed of 75mph. Trust me, I normally drive much faster.

After what was quite probably yet another hour (I was too miserable to spare a glance at the clock on the dashboard), I found myself weaving through the back streets of Long Beach, along roads I'd never driven on before. Being unbelievably bored and in desperate need of a few Jack Daniel's shots, I decided to turn around and make my way home.

But then, as I was making an expert U-turn in the middle of the narrow street, I saw him.

Dressed in black, hunched over slightly, a fringe of dark hair hanging loosely over his eyes. There was a cigarette poised perfectly between plump, skate-bitten lips, smoke floating slowly from his nostrils and around his pierced septum. Mmm, pierced AND a smoker.

Hot.

I couldn't help but stare in awe as he walked past, and I felt time stop as he drew the cigarette from between those luscious, tempting lips and allowing a large plume of smoke to drift from his mouth. I felt my jaw drop slightly as he flicked his fringe from his face, allowing me a split-second sight of the most dazzling pair of emerald green eyes I had ever seen.

As soon as I lost sight of him I pulled up on the curb and stopped the engine, my eyes immediately flying to the rear-view mirror so that I could watch him as he walked. He ever-so-slightly swung his hips as he moved, giving me a fantastic view of his ass and having me very close to drooling.

And I knew, just from seeing those eyes, that I couldn't just let him escape.

I yanked open the glovebox and pulled from it my old, yet still faithful, knuckleduster. (Okay, I know it's a bit brutal but he can't resist me, he just can't...) I slid it onto my right hand and returned my gaze to the rear-view mirror, catching sight of him seconds before he turned into an alleyway not far from where I was.

I grinned to myself, pulling my keys from the ignition and shoving them in my pocket, before practically flying from the car and slamming the door.

I walked quickly in the direction he had gone, eventually coming to the mouth of the alley. I turned my head and saw his silhouette in the darkness, his hips still sawying from side-to-side in an utterly tantilizing motion.

I followed him slowly, making sure not to make a sound as I stepped over the numerous tin cans, bottles and leftover portions of chinese takeout that littered the ground. I got so close to him that I thought he'd be able to hear my excited heavy breathing, but as soon as I heard the faint sound of heavy metal music I realized that he had earphones in.

Perfect.

I waited a second or two, planning my attack, before seizing his waist with my left arm and punching him in the back of the head with my right.

He was mine now