Street Lights and Grey Skies |Private|

[Superboyyyy]

This is a private role play between Seven and monsterrrr, Please don't post.

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Life was boring.

To put it bluntly, Jason Muñoz was never really entertained unless he was involved. Sitting back and watching TV with Papa? Boring. Working downstairs in the shop with Mama? Boring. He was a difficult child when he wanted to be, At 17 years old he wanted to move out but noooo way. He was too young, None of his family from Colombia had formal education and he was to be the first. Then he could move out or whatever as his Mama put it.

Jason was supposed to make the familia proud. Too bad he couldn't give a shit. Maybe thats why when he pierced his own ear with four needles and bleached his hair butter blonde his Papa nearly kicked him out, But Mama stopped him, She always did.

Right now he was with his four best friends skirting the meat-packing district like rats on the wall of a cheese factory. They looked like they were up to something bad, and it was obvious that they were. Supposedly the mafia came to this part of NYC for a clubbing thing. Nick thought it was for hookers and Jason agreed, So they got their friends together and decided that they were going to ransack the mafia bastards cars and steal their stuff while they got some nasty STD's from the crappy girls inside of the neon brothels.

Spotting a ruby red Jaguar, Jason nodded to his friends. This would be the first target. Slowly, They all crept around the vehicle and made sure no eyes were on them. Jason watched Nick draw a lock-pick from his sweatshirt and go to work.

This was gonna be good.

[Seven]

The thoned windows at the brothel,
made it almost unable to see the young thieves making
their way to the car... plus - the men seemed to be merry in here,
not paying attention to the outsides.
Fine men, all of them - well at least they looked like.
A few of them having their seat in the ultimate amount of money,
others just scraping the dust, licking the shoes of the masterminds.
If you were on the bottom, it was not up to debate , you were a servant, a rag meant to dry the blood and a filthy excuse to the police.

"...So the Box was taken?"
A dark male sat near the bar, talking in a whispering
thone with one of the girls, whom had finally got a break from the drunken members.
"he was taken by the police just yesterday..he´d hardly reached to fire any shots.. "
She whispered and leaned closer, as if to hide their conversation.
The police was aware of the Mafia here in New York. And they where swift at their trigger fingers nearly as soon as they saw someone wearing a suit...
".....was it a mission according to the market?"
He asked dim, looking worried.
"...no......he was caught for massive rape"
The male sighed.
"So now we´re not only murders, we´re rapists....perfect" He mumbled frustrated.
The woman looking up as she heard some of the other members shout at her..
"don´t you worry...Mr. E will sweep this up.." She said, kissing his cheek before leaving.

Rion was such a servant.
Only licking the dust of others, and trying to cover up the evidence from
the crimes they were doing, he knew that if a situation was bad enough, he was the one to be fed to the sharks...Now that the Box was taken..he was the next in the qeue of sacrisfices...
Though all in all, the other members to respect him, and had saved his ass several times. Defending him the best they could, they were aware that he was here, because of an unfortunate mistake...
But was in no way able to help him out..

[Superboyyyy]

"FUCK!"
Nick's hand came away from the car window coated in a thick layer of glossy wet blood. Shards of glass were embedded in his pale skin and when Jason tried to take his hand to examine the damage he was rewarded with a sharp slap instead. "The hell, man? I'm trying to hel-"

Suddenly a piercing sound hit all of the boys ears- The car alarm was going off and the two other boys with them who were the least involved bailed quick. Lest they need to explain anything to angry mafia members or worse, cops. Jason and Nick stayed behind with the car.

"I can't, Dude it hurts so fucking bad." Nick was mumbling under the loud wail of the alarm, Jason shook his head and tried to pull the boy up. "C'mon! I told you, you should've wrapped your hand before you went and punched the damn window!"

"Shut up!" Nick wailed, Clutching his hand. The blonde boy glared down at his friend, Wiping the other boys blood from his cheek after the slap and glancing at the red on his own fingers. "Fine, I'll leave you here." His eyes narrowed, Hopefully the threat would move the kid.

That is, Until the door to the brothel opened...

[Seven]

"what the fucks happening here.."
A drunken member bursted through the door.
Running to his car, a few following up just to cover him.
The guests inside went to the windows just to check
on what had happened to the car..
Even Rion raised from his seat to get to the windows..
"i think someones been hitting Malou´s car.." The maid said slowly approaching.
Rion sighed
"of all agressive bastards cars, they choose to alert the one which belongs to a guy who could trade his mother for its safety."
He said slowly...
Malou was crazy about that car, always polishing it when not showing it around like his own little premier dog. .
Once he had even picked a lover above that thing...

[Superboyyyy]

Two sets of eyes peered at the drunken, extremely agitated man as he stumbled out to see the damage. Nick pushed himself off the ground despite his pain and glanced from his friend to the approaching group.

"J-Jason... What d-d-d-o we do man..." He looked like he was about to cry. "I le-left my knife back home!" The other responded to the anxiety with a leer, shoving the slightly shorter male to the side.

"Get out of here, I'll deal with this shit just fix your han-"
"You'll fucking die, Bro." Nick quickly spoke over him, but when the drunk bastard came closer he wasted no time in running off down the road. His wounded hand clutched against him until he thought he was far enough that Jason wouldn't see him start using it like normal.

Eyes narrowing while his supposed friend sped off, The last remaining looked to the owner of the car silently. He was probably going to come away from this one of two ways, dead and shot, Or shot and injured so severely he'd never be the same.
Oh well.

"We fucked up your window." He announced, The car alarm became quiet.

[Seven]

"why the fuck...never touch my car..you little..brat!!"
The drunken man hissed at him. Appearing closer..

Rion looked worried at the youngling, then at the maid.
That man was so furious when drunk..May god be by that kids side..

The drunken member stalked to his car, a lot of other members collecting around to see
how this turned out. In their own drunken lament, hoping that someone was going to put up a fight.
".i should...personally, teach you ..never..touch my carrr.."
The owner of the car raged, pointing akwardly at Jason

[Superboyyyy]

Jason appeared not to be moved by the anger or the threats, Holding up his hands as if welcoming an attack. It was almost like he wanted the violence, Like he was itching for the fight that was sure to come.

Even as other members approached the scene, Jason merely began to step away like he was changing his mind. It was making him nervous, being closed in like this, But this was what he wanted, right?

If wanted a fist fight, and he was going to get one. "You can't hurt me, Fuckface, By the way?" This was it, This was the fight or flight...
He round-house kicked the car door hard enough to leave a dent. "That's for your shitty windows messing up my friends hand."

[Seven]

The owner hissed.
Putting up his fists.
"Get over here and i´ll fuck up your hands too..!!"
He shouted angered, the others cheering as the
fight seemed to build up..
All hoping for that little rat to get smashed..
"Get him Malou, breake his pretty little face!"

"Come on!..strike first you little rat!!" Malou shouted..

[Superboyyyy]

As prompted, The boy lunged and struck the owner square in the jaw hard enough to knock him back a few steps. He grinned while the adrenaline pulsed through his system, fueling him to try and get another punch in while the guy was down-

That is, Until he got slugged in the stomach by another, unanticipated fist. It took him a second to catch his breath before he swung at the new attacker, again landing a strong hook to the guys temple, but he felt his arms twisted back the minute they pulled away from the punch. He was forced to remain still, The threat of pulling his arm out of the socket loomed dangerously close.

However, Now he was restrained and an open target for an onslaught of pain. " Eso es todo inútil! ALL OF YOU!" He screamed before the same fist connected with his stomach again, effectively shutting him up.

[Seven]

The crowd seemed to enter the fight,
soon a circle of humans were all over him.
Trying to get a piece of that little brat that ruined Malou´s car..

The barmaid gaspered.
"They´re killing him" She whined and pressed against the window.
Staring frightened at the scenario..
Rion bit his bottomlip hard, nearly making it bleed. . .
Those cowardly bastard..couldn´t even fight on their own without having every member
of the whole clan with ya..

[Superboyyyy]

Within moments of screaming and fighting to get free he was on the pavement with a dislocated shoulder, Fists and boots and pain everywhere while the mob descended. When he opened his eyes, all he saw was red, and the next thing he knew he was simply seeing black.

This was what he wanted, right?

[Seven]

As the youngling seemed to give in to the violence,
the crowd seemed to move closer, becomming even more
eager to lesson him furhter in pain.
Well that was until Malou had his head hit by a rock and turned around with a roar.
The others pausing and looking back.

"Enough!"
Rion had appeared close to the mob.
Though he was just a underdog, he was quite a gorilla, tall and powerfull
when you first got him fired up. Malou stepped up to him, eager to show
his fists along to Rion. Though the male seemed to find no interest in fighting..
"That is the lowest - most pathetic excuse of a attack i´ve seen!! Its just a child!!"
He raged, Malou just smiling along, punching Rion to the rock hard chest..
At this point, Rion had gotten more than enough of his drunken fellows. He pushed Malou aside, making his way to the boy in the eye of the storm... he kneeled before him..the mob moving closer, awaiting a simple spark to allow them to attack both the underdog and the stuck up child head on once again..

[Superboyyyy]

When the rain of aches and pains ceased, Jason was a broken pile of bones and flesh on the tar. A small pool of blood was forming beneath his head when he'd been slammed into the concrete, while the rest of him was unmoving, broken beneath the skin aside from a steadily growing patch of blood on his shoulder and chest.

It was over, He though, Was he dead? His eyes opened only to see a blurry mess of shapes and colors, Jason closed his eyes and moved to stand, dragging his good hand beneath him to pick himself up.
"I'll ...I fig- ...fight you..." The words were slurred and accented with a trail of blood down the blonde boys chin while he tried to look at this new attacker... Or was he the one who stopped them?

[Seven]

"you can´t be serious..fight me!"
Malou laughed at Rion, whom tried to ignore him while
hissing at the others to get the fuck away from them..
He touched the younglings throat lightly, there was a pulse..
Jason was gently picked up, his head examined..

"You´r boring..!!..." Malou shouted, as if to make a
thread out of it..Rion just grumbled for himself, swearing about breaking
that little arrogant sucker someday soon..
The mob distanced as Rion rose with the youngling in his arms..
Carrying him through the crowd into the brothel..the maid standing in the doorway looking at them terrified.

[Superboyyyy]

When he was lifted into strong arms, Jason let himself slip away to the darkness and fall into unconsciousness. He didn't know weather it was an EMT who saved him, The police, A stranger or even one of the mafia, but he knew he was alive and that was enough for now.

His good hand clung to Rion's shirtfront like a lifeline when they entered the brothel, even as he blacked out.

[Seven]

Rion put him down at one of the couches..
The maid running to him..
"..did they kill him?" She asked ashocked.
Rion denied that fact..He grabbed the younglings hand..
He couldn´t stay here, the others would get upset
that they couldn´t have a fight with him or the unconscisous boy..
He looked up at the maid . Asking if she had a car, and once she confirmed that she was.
He asked if they could have a lift to his apartment, where this youngling could be asafe.

[Superboyyyy]

Jason came to quite fast, Not more then four minutes could've gone by before he woke up, Eyes lidded heavily and one covered in thin ruptured red blood vessels. A soft moan came from him when he tried to sit up, His shoulder popping loudly. "Fuck!" That hurt more then it really needed to. Jason slipped back onto the couch and shivered.

He didn't know where he was, or what was going on but he knew that he had a fight. More importantly, he just had to know...
"Who won?" He asked nobody in particular- The words were quiet and mumbled but they sounded like screaming in his ears. "Who..."

[Seven]

"where do you keep it ?"
Rion asked, the maid went to get her keys.
"Just out the back..meet me out there.."
She said secretly..Rion nodded.
Picking up the boy again, whom had seemed to come
to his sences again..or..particulary..
"you lost." Rion answered shortly , carrying out of the back
as every one else stared at them.

[Superboyyyy]

His eyes snapped open when he heard that, He lost? How the hell did he lose?! He got the first hit in! Jason squirmed when he was placed inside of a stuffy closet... Or was this a car? Either way, It was so small and he was so tired.

"Who're you?" He slurred, asking the car seat more then anything and then after a moment he decided he was angry. "I need to finishthef- finishth..." God damnit! Why couldn't he talk?! He couldn't have gotten hurt... No way.

"Mhmm.." Instead, Jason decided that he'd much rather take a nap then argue about the fight now, blinking in and out of reality was too much of a pain. Wherever this car closet thing was taking him couldn't have been as bad as where he was anyway.

[Seven]

The maid had insisted to drive the car,
so Rion could keep an eye on the youngling, though
Rion had insisted that he drove the car, since she
was ashocked. But at last the maid had got her will at her behalf..
Now he sat with the youngling at the back of the car, the boys head resting
in his lab , while he tried to keep him still..

[Superboyyyy]

Thankfully, Jason was silent and still for most all of the car-ride, Occasionally nuzzling Rion's lap in his sleep like a child.

[Seven]

As the car eventually stopped.
Rion released himself form the seatbellt, and pulled
Jason out of the car, thanking the maid and promising
to call when he knew that the youngling was etsablished..
He began climbing the stairs. Finally reaching his apartment..
He had to lift Jason upon his shoulder as he had to find his keys and open the door.

Jason was put at the bed, and carefully examined. His shoulder was wrenched..his head slighty bruised and several cuts was located nearly everywere .

[Superboyyyy]

He moaned when shifted this way and that, The trip up the stairs being a little more painful then it had to. It woke him up enough but when he was placed onto the mattress, Jason thought he was in heaven or something. Never had a bed felt better then when you were previously laying on a slab of concrete.

The boy shifted and opened his eyes to watch the blurry shape of Rion, before pressing his face into the sheets while his hand clutched at the covers.

[Seven]

( blah i gotta go to bed naowz XD its getting light outside )

Rion examined the younglings
hazy eyes carefuly before returning to attend the wounds.
He had picked up a bowl of warm water, dabbing the wound at the
back of Jason´s head with a rag, fortunately, the concrete had been
rather clean, it was only limited amounts of dust which had settled in his wounds.

[Superboyyyy]

(It's cool~ )

He watched him through the corner of his eyes, This strange figure whom was no friend Jason knew of yet was helping him like he was a fallen comrade. The water felt good against his cuts, They'd heal up soon from the treatment he was getting. It was also waking Jason up just a little more, Enough for him to talk well enough and be understood.

"Who're you?" He asked again, This time looking the dark male in the eyes.

[Seven]

Rion returned his stare firmly.
"one who should tell ya never to pick a fight with the mafia.."
He muttered, dipping the rag in the water again and dapping the wound
at the back of Jasons head.
"can you sit up by yourself?"
He asked, a bit annoyed about this whole situation.
Who was stupid enough to piss off a drunken man and not just run off.

[Superboyyyy]

Considering this, He decided to keep his mouth shut about it instead of argue. Another fight definitely wasn't worth it. Jason pushed himself upright and rolled his shoulders, hearing a loud crack. Numbness flooded through one of his arms, but it was a good kind of numb. His arm was okay.

"Yeah, Thanks for the help anyway."

[Seven]

"you should know better than
picking up fights all in all...that guy is extremely
protective about his beloved car...if you have to steal one, at least
try and pick one of those which aren´t a jaguar or ferrari...its those
who belongs to fools like Malou.."
he muttered, returning to dab his wounds..

[Superboyyyy]

"But, I wasn't trying to steal it." He countered, looking frustrated. "Those guys don't even deserve what they have, All they do is lie and take away."

He could recall back when his father owned a sports car, It was electric blue and made to look like something out of Speed Racer. Jason remembered his father telling him it would be his one day up until gangsters broke into it and stole parts to sell to the mafia. Yeah, He figured he had a bone to pick with them anyway, But that wasn't why he did what he'd done in the first place.

Then again, He wasn't sure he wanted to tell this man why he did it in the first place just yet. They didn't even know each others names!

[Seven]

Rion chuckled.
"You´re right on that.." He muttered for himself
and removed the rag, studying his wounds again. No, they seemed to
would heal just fine, without any help from now on..

[Superboyyyy]

An odd moment passed in silence, Both men said nothing and it was starting to make the younger of the two flinchy. "Thanks for the help." He said, Looking from Rion to the door of the room.
"I'll bounce while I can." He slipped off the bed with only a wince and stood up, A little dizzy at first, Then made for the door.

[Seven]

Rion looked at him, wondrously.
"i doubt that outside is a safe somwhere for you.."
He said darkly, rising from the bed and walking to the
panorama windows near the balcony.
"they know you and is aware of your playful ways to settle things ..."

[Superboyyyy]

He paused in the doorway, One hand against the cold metal of the frame and the other hanging limply at his side. Wet gray eyes looked toward the opposite windowed wall of the room with a calculating stare; Jason was gaging whether to believe his words or not.

"Do I just hide... Like I'm some kind of coward?" He asked, His voice holding no particular emotion.

[Seven]

"Thats up to you, yourself to figure out.....just a piece of advice from one who´ve been taken down roughly by those beasts..."
Rion said, looking blankly out of the window.
Being an underdog meant a lot of hatred, you´r only job was
to take the guilt of others and take on the conseequences that didn´t linger to your failiures..
violation was a part of it...

[Superboyyyy]

Jason said nothing, His eyes focusing on what was in front of him. "Sorry to hear that."
His sneakers pushed him forward, but he was still talking. "I'll make sure to keep you in mind when I slice those fuckers to pieces." Down the stairs, out the door into the cold afternoon air. There was a light drizzle of rain coming down but the sun still shown brightly above in the sky.

"I'm no coward." He spat the words at the blue expanse above him and quickly walked down the street with his head and heart throbbing painfully.

[Seven]

Rion peeked back.
That boy had much to learn..he guessed his
duty as guardian wasn´t done just yet..
He sighed, watching him leave the apartment
and follow the streets to the town center.