The Secret Of BC Sol

Chapter Four

Sisco jumped awake when a hard knock cut through the silent atmosphere. He groaned, rubbing his eyes and putting his glasses on as he stood, unlocking and opening the door.
"What?" He hissed, pissed off that someone woke him up.
"Is that any way to talk to your superior?" Trad asked, his hands on his hips.
"You did wake me up, finish the puzzle..." The blue-eyed male growled, crossing his arms. "What the hell do you want?"
"Ang asked me to get you. She said she didn't want you skipping out on lunch." The bey trainer explained simply, turning his head away and closing his eyes.

Lunch? What time was it? Sisco took a glance at his clock, his eyes widening when he seen the time. It was almost 2 in the afternoon.
"Fine... I'll be there in a minute..." He grumbled, getting ready to close the door. Trad put his hand on it before he could close it, a slight glare in his eyes.
"Don't think you're going to miss out on the rest of today's training Sisco. We cannot afford to lose another blader." The other male warned, Sisco gritting his teeth. He pushed off the door, walking down the hall without another word.

Sisco took a deep breath, releasing it in a sigh and closing the door, leaning his back against it for a second. He grit his teeth in annoyance, ruffling his hair slightly before opening the door again and walking out.

He made his way into the dining hall, directing a glare at Trad when their eyes met.
         "Hey there Sisco." He heard Ang say, turning to her and giving her a small, tired smile. "Got at least a little sleep?"
         "Yeah, a little..." He replied, sitting at a table.
         "Feeling hungry? I know you didn't really eat this morning." She asked, setting a tray in front of him once again. Sisco shrugged, tired blue eyes staring down at the food with distaste. He felt fingers brush through his hair, remembering the way Cooza always did and smiled sadly, tears filling his eyes.

His eyes found Ang's, the mother figure smiling at him before she turned to walk back to the kitchen.
         "Try to eat, will you? You have to at some point." She said, leaving him be. Again, Sisco stared down at the food with distaste, his mind telling him to eat but his stomach saying otherwise. The green-haired blader sighed, picking up the fork and reluctantly taking a bite.

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Cooza's throat burned in agony, the taste of vomit and another substance still lingering. He feels disgusted, he feels used for another's filthy pleasures. This Alex guy is the worst.

He shivered as he laid down on the freezing floor, wrapping up the best he could in that ragged blanket his abductor kindly provided for him. He glanced down at his wrist, saddened that Alex had torn off his bracelet.

God, how much he misses Sisco...

He curled up more on the floor, one of his hands going to his stomach and rubbing it softly. He smiled slightly, his baby being the only thing right now to keep him going. Sisco will find him.

He never gives up...

~~~

Sisco growled as he pushed himself to run faster, passing the other members of the team as he did. Running was probably the perfect thing to help him calm down. And, of course, blading. He glanced back at the rest of the pack, smiling slightly in satisfaction. He stared ahead, victory being one of the few things on his mind, along with his missing boyfriend.

His foot had caught something suddenly, sending him to the ground in a matter of seconds. He fell hard, his arms shakily picking him up and his head reeling. His hand ran through his green hair, pushing that yellow streak back before it retook its position.
         "Come on Sisco! No time to be sitting around!" Trad called, making the blue-eyed male grit his teeth. Sisco got up with a sigh, wiping the side of his face when he felt something drip from it.
         "Great..." He muttered when he found it to be blood. "Just great..." He walked back to the starting point for the races, deciding just to ignore the pain and the blood.
         "Sisco?" Chris asked, walking up to him. He turned, two sets of blue eyes meeting as Chris gave him a small smile. "Why don't you have Ang get that cut cleaned up and calm down. We'll finish up here."

Trad stopped and glanced at her, glaring at Sisco as his hands tightened on his tablet. The injured male sighed, giving a slight nod.
         "Okay Chris..." He said quietly, brushing past her and walking back to the campus. Chris moved back next to Trad, her arms in their usual position as she watched the others line up.
         "You've been awfully nice to him lately. Why is that?" The bey trainer asked, glancing at her.
         "Sisco has been having a hard time with some personal things. Try not to give him a hard time either, he doesn't need that stress right now." Chris explained as she looked at him.
         "I'll try..." Trad hummed, looking back at his tablet and ready to start the next sprint.

         "Feeling okay Sisco?" Ang asked, cleaning off the blood on his cheek. The young male stayed quiet, his eyes staring at the silver bracelet that's resting on his wrist. "That's a nice bracelet. Where did you get it?"
          "It's Cooza's... I got it for him a while back..." Sisco rolled a charm in between his fingers, sighing. "The day he went missing, I found it on the ground..."
          "Is that how you found out he was kidnapped?"
          "Yeah... He told me the night I have it to him that he would never take it off. He said it meant too much to him to take it off..."

Ang pressed a bandage to the cut, gently running her thumb across it, smiling at him.
        "We'll find him Sisco, I'm sure of it."
        "Thanks Ang..."

~~~

The door to the small room he was in opened once again, making him shutter. Cooza peeked out from his knees to find cold red eyes staring into his own yellow ones.

In his hands, he held rope, making the small male gulp. Alex approached him slowly, tightening his grip on the rope as a menacing smile played at his lips, terrifying Cooza with each step he took.

NightBear15 signing off...