Who Am I? (boyxboy)

Part 15

I woke up later that evening to the sound of scratching and jingling outside the door. The sun had already set and the room was dark. I looked over at the clock.

7:27pm

"Fuck." I whispered to myself. I threw the sheets off the bed and hurried over to Carter who was sleeping soundly.

"Carter." I whispered, shaking him lightly. "Carter!" I whispered urgently.

"Whaaaat?" He moaned in response rubbing his eyes.

"Shhh!" I hissed. "We overslept, I think someone's trying to break in."

Carter shot up and we scurried to get dressed. Just as I finished sliding my shoe on, the noise stopped.

"Maybe it was just an animal." I breathed.

"What kind of animal carries around a set of keys?" Carter responded.

Just like that, the door slammed open. "Howdy homos!" came a deep southern mans' voice. "'Bastian told me y'all would be a'comin."

"Who the fuck are you?" I shouted.

The man let out a deep, booming laugh. He stepped a little further into the room and flicked on the light switch on the wall next to the door. He stood as tall as the door frame, with long, greasy looking brown hair and a matching beard that grew down to his chest. His nose was slightly crooked. A checkered green and wrinkled button up clung to his wide frame and was half tucked into his jeans. He sported some very large and muddy boots. "Well I'm Big Ed. 'Bastian wants me to kill you," He pointed at Carter, "And you..." He swung his arm to point at me. "How old are you, boy?"

"What does that ha-"

"I said how old!" He shouted.

"Eigh-eighteen."

"Oh all right then, I wasn't about to let some pervert live out his fantasy if I could help it." He spit on the carpet and I made an obviously disgusted face.

"Where's Sadie?"

"My dear wife don't know I work for 'Bastian," He said. "She's fine though. Wouldn't have known y'all was here if she ain't tell me about the strange boy that showed up lookin' a mess all the way from the big apple and gave'r a fake name." He reached behind him, but before he could grab what he was reaching for, presumably a gun, Carter shot his hand out with his palm facing Ed and shouted "Surculus!"

A wave of energy shot from his hand and flew towards Ed, lifting him off his feet slightly and sending him a few feet back where he slammed into the ground with a grunt.

Ed groaned in pain "Now, that's cheatin'." he struggled to sit up.

"Lets go!" Carter shouted. I unlocked the car and we got in, throwing our bags into the back seat. I fumbled with the key as Ed got up onto his feet. "Y'all gon' pay for that!" he shouted loud enough to hear through the window.

He pulled a revolver from his back that must have been tucked into his waistband "Duck!" I shouted. I leaned forward, yelped, and clutched my head as the glass showered around me. I had dropped my keys in the process. Before I could look to see if Carter had been hit by the bullet, Ed reached his arm into the car, unlocked it and swung the door open.

"Get out here you little shit!" Ed grabbed me by the hair and dragged me out of the car. Carter lay limp in the passenger seat.

"No!" I howled. I kicked and punched at Ed's hand, still grasping a fist full of my hair. "Let me go you ogre fuck!"

Ed chuckled and brought my face to his. "You quite a fighter, ain't you boy? And shit, 'Bastian was right, you are quite purdy. I might have to have a little fun with you before I hand you over to him."