Crescent Fang

Taken pt 2

"Anthony...Anthony please!" Anthony opened his eyes and saw his parents worried faces. He looked around and saw his friends and their families. He also saw a few of Max's friends. Hutch, Diction, and Sark. Then there's Don's friends. Minx, Krism, Dave, Jp, and Wade. They were a bit protective and they were very temper mental.

"Where are we?" Anthony asked.

"I think we're in some type of tent...in a cage" Max replied. He was nervous about the situation. His friends could tell as Hutch pulled him into a side hug. Just as everyone calmed down enough, 6 men came in. 4 headed for Max, Donald, Anthony, and Steven. The other two had guns at the ready, warning them not to do anything. Anthony and Steven were closest to the front and was pulled out quickly. Donald was beside Wade, who held him tight. The man scoffed and pushed Wade back and yanked Donald up by his wrist.

"Dlive!" Minx yelled. Krism had to hold her back so she didn't get shot. Hutch held Max closer as the last man came up to him.

"Hand him over or else" Hutch didn't ease up on his grip, only tightened it. The man sighed.

"Look I don't want a mess to clean and you don't want to be a mess to clean up, so cough him up" the man said impatiently. Max saw the one of the two gunners raise their gun. He turned to Hutch and frowned.

"Hutch, Let go" Max said making the other male look at him like he's insane.

"Gassy, this is-"

"Let. Go. Now." Hutch sighed and begrudgingly let go of Max who was led out the cage. Sark and Diction put a hand on Hutch's shoulder. They knew that him and Max were close, not as close as Max was with Diction, but close. Hutch hated the idea of losing someone he cared about.

"You did the right thing kid, don't worry, your friends are safe with us" the men laughed making Hutch clench his fist.

"Hey, at least you'll be here for the show" the group was confused as a bunch of guards came and led them out the cage.

~Anthony & the others~

When Anthony felt himself get uncuffed, his first idea was to book it but he was pinned down again. Flat on his stomach. That's 3 times,in counting, how many more?

"Welcome you four" they all looked up and saw an adult in his late 20's, early 30's. The four glared at him, especially Gassy.

"Who the hell are you? What the hell do you want with us?!" Anthony yelled. He flinched when he felt the guards who had him tighten their grip.

"I'm the leader of this here cult and we need you as offerings to our master" the man replied with a twisted smile. He walked down and started examining them.

"Hmmm" he said as he lifted Steven's chin up. He lowered his hand down to his shoulder and Anthony growled.

"Oh! Protective, are we?" The leader said. He continued to touch and pat Steven up and down his torso, making the boy whimper. Anthony tried to get up but another guard came and helped keep him in place. The leader stopped at Steven's thighs then walked over to Dlive. Anthony looked at Steven who was more than happy that had ended. I guess it's molest Anthony and his friends week because this is ridiculous!...Anthony thought bitterly. He jumped when he felt himself get lifted of the ground.

"Tsk! Look at what you did! You dirtied him, now dust him off!" The leader demanded. Anthony jumped when he felt himself patted down and dusted by feather duster. He almost sneezed too.

"There! Much better!" Anthony growled.

"Oh, you got a little feistiness to you, that's good but not as much as the little hispanic teen" the leader stated.