Hot Little Ponies

Ever Stray

There's no sex, so don't worry. Just ALOT of cursing, that bothers you don't read it, but this was a new idea, working with three guys is easier for some reason than working with two. Hrm...

Recognize that song? [;

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Oh this just blew.  

I was stuck here, in this god damned cell for who knows how freaking long. Well actually, about thirty years, guess petty thieves got in for quite a bit of time hrm? Petty, that's what they told me, I was a petty thief, yes well if so why was I stuck in here for so long?! Doesn't seem to make sense if my crime was pathetic or stupid, wait what did petty even mean?  

A loud moan interrupted by thoughts, "God. Be fucking quiet you sluts!" I shouted to across the hall, those damn faggots were at it again and their moans had just bothered me for the last time. Like really, sleep together in silence. Or...Something, if possible of course, my thoughts were more important than their hormones or sexual urges being satisfied?  

Now then, why was I here you must be asking? Well, it started when I was eighteen, living with parents who were juvenile delinquents, I can say I inherited some of their traits, that and almost every week there was a new 'job' awaiting me. I didn't have a problem with these jobs, actually, I really liked them, and just now I was paying for them with something I wasn't really enjoying. But anyway, my parents would take me to a certain place or area; I was briefly prompted on my task then given supplies. Simple, right? Heh if only.  

It wasn't, if given certain...Invention; I knew my task would be a bit more difficult than usual. A gun, a bullet through a child's skull, a knife in a woman's gut.(they were the easiest targets.) Did I think twice? Possibly. Did I regret what I've done? ...No. I wouldn't, my job was to take what I needed to survive or what my parents needed. I cared for my family that much, but the court obviously has different views on family. It was disgusting, the way they thought of justice.  

I had a bounty on my head by six months in my area, I had to move away from my family just to make sure they weren't included in my own problems, they had their own heads to worry for anyway. I was still sent my tasks that or went out and reached them my own. What I earned was enough to justify what I went through. I wouldn't have been caught if one wasn't a set up...  

I ran a hand through my purple hair, sighing as I thought of that day, I let my hands trail to my shoulder, rubbing the striped clothe, the hole was still there, and I doubted that it would actually leave...  

I was running, like always, getting away from the scene, I still had the knife gripped in my palm. I was going to make it, I was going to make it to the end of the alley way when, a loud bang sounded in my ears, pain shot throughout my body from my shoulder. Crying out, I could see red start to seep out of the wound, staining my shirt. I could still run I looked over my shoulder. Mistake number one, I stumbled over something, clambering to the ground with a muffled cry.  

He stood over me, the man I had dared trusted in this task, Ivan Cox, well this would teach me certainly. Ivan was a tall fellow with dark green eyes, his dark brown hair hung loosely over his shoulders, he was lean, but muscle shone under that toned skin. His wicked smirk made me shiver, he was ganna turn me in? I groaned, pain pulsating now from my shoulder, blood spilling onto the concrete,  

"W-Why'd you do it?" I snarled, eyes narrowed at my 'friend'  

"You just look so cute when you're in pain." He had squatted beside me; his fingers skimming the wound making me cringe. I knew he was sick and twisted I could see it in those dark green orbs, but...He wasn't going to hurt me more? He'd done his duty, now he could turn me in and get the price on my head. There was no way I was without guilt...