Post by the_who on Jan 17, 2009 18:41:20 GMT -5
Lost to indifference, coal eyes narrowed and shifting, head bowed. “Note! Note!” a voice called after him, and he glanced back, but looked away as he was escorted to a black vehicle with tinted windows, the figure inside drumming fingers impatiently.
“Take care of yourself, honey.” the woman who had escorted him said kindly, glancing back at the scene before the building’s doors, the mass of beings trying to restrain a screaming figure, demanding the boy’s name over and over across the wind. Note merely cast his eyes dully to the passenger seat awaiting him. “Okay?”
“Whatever.” Note uttered, slumping into the car and slamming the door in her face. He was silent, as was all around him, save for the riot outside. But the sacred atmosphere was broken.
“You will call me master.” A voice commanded, and his eyes trailed up to a green-toned man, blue eyes obviously contacts, staring out the windshield, not even glancing at his new charge.
“I’ll call you asshole.” the scrawny Asian boy spat, and narrowed eyes looked toward him.
“I suggest you refrain from that.”
“Leave me alone.” Note grunted, glaring out the window. He grew a bit anxious when he realized that he could literally hear the knuckles on the man’s hand popping as his fingers clenched the steering wheel, but kept his moody front, his adolescent angst hiding his intensifying panic. He had the continuous urge to glance behind them as they pulled out of the orphanage parking-lot, but instead simply clutched the inside of his sleeves even tighter.
“So, Taifu….”
“That’s not my name.” the boy replied sharply, and the driver glared at him, awaiting more words. Note said none, stubborn and juvenile.
“It will be unless you give me another… or I could simply call you slave….”
“Slave – you can’t-” he began to stutter, but the look on the being’s face showed no teasing smirk, only a dark scowl, and an assessing observance. “Note… my name is Note.” The man’s expression didn’t change. The boy gaped under the blue eyes as he realized what he was getting into. He frantically pulled on the door handle, not quite concerned that the vehicle was speeding down the highway, but it wouldn’t open or even budge a tiny bit. He tapped his window button, the unlock button – he tried everything, but it was all locked. He turned around to face his captor with teeth clenched, but chickened out as he found himself gazing into the barrel of a gun. The diminutive green man didn’t even glance at him, eyes focused on the road, but arm outstretched fearlessly with the weapon.
“Don’t say another word.” the man hissed, and all the boy could do was quietly dig his fingers nervously into the cushioned seat as he stared at the dark pits of holes, ready to send bullets spinning into his skull at any given moment.
The world was suddenly very upside-down.
“Take care of yourself, honey.” the woman who had escorted him said kindly, glancing back at the scene before the building’s doors, the mass of beings trying to restrain a screaming figure, demanding the boy’s name over and over across the wind. Note merely cast his eyes dully to the passenger seat awaiting him. “Okay?”
“Whatever.” Note uttered, slumping into the car and slamming the door in her face. He was silent, as was all around him, save for the riot outside. But the sacred atmosphere was broken.
“You will call me master.” A voice commanded, and his eyes trailed up to a green-toned man, blue eyes obviously contacts, staring out the windshield, not even glancing at his new charge.
“I’ll call you asshole.” the scrawny Asian boy spat, and narrowed eyes looked toward him.
“I suggest you refrain from that.”
“Leave me alone.” Note grunted, glaring out the window. He grew a bit anxious when he realized that he could literally hear the knuckles on the man’s hand popping as his fingers clenched the steering wheel, but kept his moody front, his adolescent angst hiding his intensifying panic. He had the continuous urge to glance behind them as they pulled out of the orphanage parking-lot, but instead simply clutched the inside of his sleeves even tighter.
“So, Taifu….”
“That’s not my name.” the boy replied sharply, and the driver glared at him, awaiting more words. Note said none, stubborn and juvenile.
“It will be unless you give me another… or I could simply call you slave….”
“Slave – you can’t-” he began to stutter, but the look on the being’s face showed no teasing smirk, only a dark scowl, and an assessing observance. “Note… my name is Note.” The man’s expression didn’t change. The boy gaped under the blue eyes as he realized what he was getting into. He frantically pulled on the door handle, not quite concerned that the vehicle was speeding down the highway, but it wouldn’t open or even budge a tiny bit. He tapped his window button, the unlock button – he tried everything, but it was all locked. He turned around to face his captor with teeth clenched, but chickened out as he found himself gazing into the barrel of a gun. The diminutive green man didn’t even glance at him, eyes focused on the road, but arm outstretched fearlessly with the weapon.
“Don’t say another word.” the man hissed, and all the boy could do was quietly dig his fingers nervously into the cushioned seat as he stared at the dark pits of holes, ready to send bullets spinning into his skull at any given moment.
The world was suddenly very upside-down.