Eduardo x Jon Story

Jon's Adventures Pt. 2

Welp, I'm out of a ride to school today. So why the he'll not?

Jon was never one to start a fight. He'd always been a passive man.
That's what he used to think of himself as, passive.

Be that as it may be, passive didn't define his actions at this very moment, oh no.

There was no possible way to compare a passive attitude to one where you are bashing some guys face into a linoleum floor.

He wasn't sure how this began.
Patryk was trying to pry him off the decently large man, but Jon fought him. He wanted this man to hurt is all he knew. For any reason he was unable to remeber.

This all began at the dead of night, just after one in the morning.

Jon was laying face up and eyes closed, but far from sleep.

He'd squeezed his eyes shut when the door to his room swung open and light streamed in from the hall.
At first he'd wondered who the hell would be in his room after midnight but quickly shook the thought away.
He could always just shoot any intruder. The gun under his pillow was fully loaded anyway and the safety was off.
It was like it'd kill him if it went off, so it wasn't a problem.

He lied in wait as soft footsteps crept closer to his bed.

"Hey, closet dick sucking motherfucker..."

Jon grimaced. That was definitely Patryk who'd most likely come to bother him.

"Hey, wake up. Paul's out cold from mind blowing sex and I'm bored."

Jon sighed and opened his eyes, "that is information I didn't want to know, Patryk."

"Were friends, call me Pat."

Jon sat up with a groan, "what do you want?"

Patryk grinned widely, "you wanna go on a tiny  little mission?"

Jon huffed and pulled his blanket over his head.
"No."

"Awwww come onnnnn," Patryk whined and shook him.

"No."

"On your next mission you'll get to go on your own~ maybe find a hook up if you get done early."

Jon peaked out from his covers, "can I have a burger instead?"

Patryk rolled his eyes, "you're a boring virgin, you know that?"

Jon sat up, "so what are we doing?"

Patryk only smiled and turned to walk out of the room.
Get dresses and meet me in the base garage in thirty minutes!"

Jon groggily stepped into the garage, uniform haphazardly worn.

"Dude. My missions don't include uniform," Patryk said as he sat comfortably in the driver's seat of a Red Mustang.

Jon shrugged any hopped in the car, "it's all I have."

Patryk didn't respond to that, but instead cranked the car and put the car in drive.

They were off as soon as the false ground gates opened.

"So where are we going exactly?" Jon question as let himself get comfortable in the leather seat.

"To a beach."

Jon blinked fighting off irritation, "I thought this was a mission?"

"It is."

They were in another club, but this time over 100 miles away. Jon was forced to wear a blind fold, of course.

That fact did not matter however. For Jon already knew they were still in England. It wouldn't be hard to find his way home in such a small country.
Nevertheless, he knew he needed to wait. He had to gain enough trust to go on a mission of his own.
Then he could be free.

Jon hadn't realized it when hours passed and they were already  near England's coast.

He sighed when the car halted to a stop in front of a hotel.

Patryk got out of the car, "come on, our business is across the street."

Jon huffed and climbed out to follow the Polish man.
Said man in question was headed to club Vida De Loco.
"Another club?" Jon exasperatedly groaned.
"We're after a guy there."

"Is this gonna be like last time?"

"I hope not."

Jon continued punch the man over and over.
He'd gotten his nose broken and he'd lost a tooth after shoving the man away from him.
They were in the men's bathroom where he'd almost was sexually assaulted.

Fortunately, the assaulted was the man they were current after.

Unfortunately he wouldn't live long for interrogation, and Jon was fine with that.

I'm at a loss for anything else to write for Jon's adventures, so next chapter will be his escape. I guess.