(THIS IS MY FAVORITE FUCKING SONG EVER!!! I KNOW, I PRACTICALLY LIVE IN THE 90's WITH MY MUSIC CHOICES BUT THATS MY FAVORITE ALBUM EVER!! SORRY WDW!)
"That was my life."
Jacks p.o.v-
I walk outside of my tiny one bedroom apartment and growl, preparing myself for my task. I was sure it was another kidnapping, but who knows, maybe I'll get to kill someone this time! You see, I'm in a local gang. But I'm just that one dude who kidnaps people.
a while later
I walk into the garage where me and my "friends" hang to plan things out.
"Jack, good to see you." My bro Quinn said.
"What do you want?" I ask coolly, wanting this to be over.
He slams down a folder with a name and picture on the front.
Corbyn Besson. age-19 heaight- 5'8 (PRETEND) family- unknown relationships- single sexual activity- virgin, but sexy sexuality- gay employment- model (extra info- a true bottom from monitoring, very shy and passive. not weak, but very strong. just not mentally, but very kind and giving. oh, and loaded {with cash dumbass} as fuck.)
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I closed the folder and looked a Quinn.
"You want me to kidnap him?" I sighed out.
"Perfect!" Quinn clamped a hand on my shoulder and handed me a gun.
"I want him alive or I don't want him." He said. I nodded.
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I turn the corner onto Hazel and Parwood, where Corbyn walks home each night at 11:30.
I see him walking casually, smiling.
I quickly hop out of the car and stalk behind him. He stops, I dash behind a wall.
"Who's there?" He asked in a nervous tone.
He turns around and continues walking, cautiously. I dash behind him and cover his mouth.
I hold my gun to his head.
"If you wanna live then shut your mouth." He whimpered and nodded.
I throw him into my car and get in the drivers seat, forgetting to gag him.
"Who are you?" He asked, curiously.
"Why should I tell you?" I looked into the rear view mirror with an eyebrow raised.
"Because who am I gonna tell?"
"The police." I said, now looking at the road.
"No I'm not." He protested.
"Too bad." I said resting my hand on my gun. He became silent. Then started talking again.
"I'm Corbyn."
"That's nice." I said sarcastically.
"C'mon what's your name?" He whined.
"Slim Shady." I answered, growing impatient.
"No it's not." He said in a confused tone.
"Then why did you ask?" I smirked at his defeated expression.
We finally got to the area where Quinn's friend Mark told me to meet them. I grabbed Corbyn and roughly pulled him out of the car.
I bound his hands together with duct tape and covered his mouth with it.
"I should have covered your mouth earlier." I smiled and slapped his cheek playfully.
He glared at me.
Soon enough Quinn and his friends showed up.
"Nice job Jack, and he's not even hurt." He smiled down at Corbyn who was sitting on the ground against a fence.
"Here." Mark threw me a stack of cash.
I counted it and it totaled to $279.
"Hey, you promised me 350!" I argued.
"You'll live." Quinn said, feeling around Corbyn.
"No, I won't. Give me my damn money!" I shouted.
He sighed and came over to me.
"Jack, your very valuable to me, so don't make me shoot your brains out when I don't want to." He whispered.
"No, I deserve my fucking money." I whisper shouted at him.
I pushed him.
"You know I don't want to kill you, but now I have to." Quinn said, putting a gun between my eyes.
I hit it out of his hands and heard it go off, it hit and killed one of his friends. He rushed over to him as I quickly go up, and i was going to run but I saw Corbyn look at me with pleading eyes.
I groaned and grabbed his arms and pulled him up. I pulled him along with me to my car, but before we left I heard a sickening yell.
"Watch your back Avery!"
And with that we sped off.
**
Once we got to my apartment I took off the duct tape that was on Corbyn. He stretched and looked at me.
"What was that?" He said, out of breath.
"That was my life." I responded.
He sat on my small sofa. And rested his head in the palm of his hand.
"The life of Jack Avery." He smirked.
I whipped around towards him.
"Touché" I said, barely smiling.
"So, it it looks like you'll be living with me for the rest of your life because I don't trust you not to call the cops and all that shit. So get used to this place."
He gaped at my words. But surprisingly nodded.
This is gonna be fucking interesting.
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part 2?? question- should i make a book for covers and icons? and maybe outlines and animations...
