Like Father, Like Son

Chapter 1- I can't even tell if this is a dream

Everything was in a spinning haze with blurred edges on my once eagle like vision turned to crap. It felt like being inside of a kaleidoscope. Twisting and turning, different shapes and colours come and go, as they desire until finally it stopped and I was left with nothing but darkness engulfing my vision. It was about a second and a half of silence passed before I felt something cold and metallic on my back. My body shutters at the familiar feeling. I begin to panic and try to get up but something was restraining me from doing so. The things binding me to the cold metallic feeling was rough and strong and smelt of leather. Suddenly out of the deaf ting silence sounded a greasy, slur of words from a voice I never thought I would ever hear again in my life time.

"Look at that Mr N, our sweet Red is ready for his second round of punishment." Purred the sickening voice of Mr Lardass.

"L, can I please take his blind fold off I want him to see what we are doing to him." Begged Mr Nutsack.

"Fine but I get red 1st."

Suddenly my sense are overwhelmed. I blink a few times to get adjusted to the lighting of the room I was being retained in. Mr Lardass face was next to mine. I hiss and spit trying to do everything in my limited range of resource for him to get the fuck away from me.

Mr Lardass's once cool and collective face turned into an enraged devil as he makes a snarl and yelled, "Bad Red, you know what happens to bad boys, they get gaged."

Mr Nutsack shoved a makeshift gag into my mouth; I felt a growl in the back of my throat but couldn't voice my displeasure of that dirty, ratted cloth in my mouth.

"Tell me, N what's your poison, seeing Red's skin drip the colour of his name or seeing the little fuck in so much pleasure it pains him?"

"I chose option A but I believe I will do option B myself." Purred Mr Nutsack

I panicked and struggled against the restraints.

"Please, no don't please, I will do ever want just don't, don't do this." I begged and pleaded

Suddenly I felt something cold pressed against my skin. I stiffened and felt a shutter go up my spine. Then I felt a burning sensation spread against my bare hip. It was shortly followed by a stabbing pain, even if I couldn't see my hips I knew they were bleeding. It was warm, hot and sticky. As my own blood flowed down my my thighs. The pain was soon after that before I felt something big and hard go up my... I screamed and howled in pain.

"Get it out, get it out." I begged and scratched and pleaded for everything to stop.

"Just make it stop." I yelled as tears rolled down my eyes.

Suddenly everything went dark and I jolted up and I saw I was in my bed. No it's not my room at the shadow alley nor was it my bed. It wasn't my bedroom while I lifted with my father and it definitely was my bedroom from my childhood with my biological dad. I was a a faintly familiar room. It had ginger coloured walls with white details. The off white curtains had been drawn from the massive grey tinted window. I looked down to see I had jeans on but was shirtless. I didn't see any blood on my hips or chest. Suddenly I felt a shift on the right side of me. I looked over to see a man about my age laying down with his eyes lightly shut. I stiffen I knew who was in my bed, there was no mistaking that gingerly brown hair with bright blue streaks in his fringe. No it could be him. I thought he was dead. I don't know if he could sense me staring at his tanned skin or not but I was soon greeted by sleepy green eyes.

"Good morning babe." Said the man

I frowned my eyebrows in confusion as the male's arms twisted there way around my waist.

"I don't mean to be rude but who are you?" I asked him

"Dam it Jason, how much did you drink last night?" Asked the green eyed beauty.

He was using my alas Jason Martin. I only ever used this alas once and that was in DC. But that's all I could remember, I couldn't remember his name or where I was.

"Still having trouble remembering here love."

"My name is Hamish Mash and I am your boyfriend silly." He said with a cheeky smile in his face as he kissed me and then I remembered like I was hit with a truck. Hamish Marsh was my 1st boyfriend.

"You can't be Hamish... he died because of me." I said as I pushed Hamish away from me

He then was replaced with a snarky expression.

"That's right darling your the reason I am dead." Said Hamish as he started beating the crap out of me.

I pull my blacky brown hair has I repeat to myself in a muttering state. "This isn't real this is all a dream, come on stiles wake up."

I hit myself harder and harder on the head and repeat "Wake up!"

I jolted up in my bed and let out a hysterical scream before I felt strong arms around me as I looked to the side and finally calm down as I see Logan Laying next to me in white tank top.

"It's okay stiles." He said as he pat my head.

I settle down and logan doze off back to sleep back I knew after that dream I wasn't going back to bed anytime soon.

I got up and started making coffee.

You may be wondering what the Fuck Logan is doing in my bed and why the fuck we aren't at each other's throats at the moment. Well logan hit another low part in his very long life turns out he is like older than Captain America. I knew that the old Cap with an A was alive after the battle of New York but I don't know if Winter is, I mean I haven't seen or heard anything about him in eight years after the red room. I hope he got out before the building blow up. sure I only ever meet him 3 times in total but when I looked into his eyes as a kid all I saw was a broken grey colour within his deep blue eyes. He was a broken man. Hell I don't want to fix him if that's what ya thinking. Lord knows I couldn't I just as fucked up as him... okay maybe a little less but still. Now to answer the burn question which I have been delaying to answer. 'Why the fuck Logan is in my bed.' Well simple we got pissed ass drunk last night and he 'stayed' the night with me. This has happened in the past so it's nothing new.

I looked to the clock as I sipped my black coffee to see I only had an hour before I had to open the bar to the public. Let's just hope nothing to exciting happens opening night.