Wit Moon (tenshi_nanashi) wrote in go_wild,
Wit Moon

Title: Armed and Dangerous 1/?

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the story, MbN is not mine. The plot, is though.
Author: Wit Moon
Summary: an oc (Jacob) is doing a paper on dear Richard and Justin (Richard didn't die, he went to jail like a good little boy instead of trying to kill cassie) and talking to them leads him down a darker path of self discovery.

Warning: rated R to NC-17, may be unsuitable for those under that age. Cutting, murder, sex, drugs, alternate universe, alcohol, and gayness.

    “Obsession? Now, that’s just fucking crazy.


    “Is what people use to describe a slutty school girl’s crush.”

    “What do you want to call it then?” Asked the soft voice of his interrogator.

    “Pain.” He snickered, “Or you could call it love if you want to spice up your report.”

    The man behind the bars sat forward, to gauge his audience’s reaction, with rapt attention. The boy was a young one, perhaps even still in high school, but he was quite intelligent from what the man could tell. In fact, the boy reminded him of…well, anyways, he reminded him of someone important.

    Jacob Hills swallowed hard while brushing a hand through his dark hair, “How does pain equate to love?”

    The man leaned back now, smirking slightly at the boy’s naivety, “Pain is love. You have to be able to inflict pain on your lover and accept pain as well. Some of the happiest couples fight all the time. You have to know how to push the other person’s buttons to truly love them.”

    “Did He understand that too?”

    “Who?” Asked the man in faked disinterest.

    “You know who, Mr. Haywood. Stop playing with me.”

    “They say that a sociopath gets bored easily. Perhaps you’re my new source of entertainment.”

    The boy’s lip turned up for a minute before, “Be that as it may…please answer the question.”

    “I thought so.”

    “Were you wrong?”

    Richard stood and turned from the boy in one fluid movement before saying, “I don’t know. You’ve researched us…you tell me.”

    “It was only a point of interest…I do not, really, need to know.”

    “But you’d like to.”

    Jacob nodded hesitantly.

    “Well too fucking bad. That’s the way life is, kid. You can’t always get what you want. Especially if you’re someone like you.”

    “Like me?”

    “A slave.”

    “Definition: a person who is held in bondage to another; one who is wholly subject to the will of another; one who has no freedom of action, but whose person and services are wholly under the control of another.”

    “Very good.” Richard clapped sarcastically.

    “How am I a slave?”

    “You’re not free…therefore you are a slave.”

    “How am I the slave when you are the one in jail?”

    Richard’s eyes flashed dangerously as he spun around to look at Jacob, “Because I shouldn’t be subjected to this. And if Pendleton would’ve kept his damn mouth shut…”

    “So you blame him?”

    “I didn’t say that.”

    Jacob nodded, “Yeah…you did.”

    “I didn’t say that I blamed him! I said that if he’d have kept his damn mouth shut none of this would’ve happened, and that’s the God-damn truth! I wouldn’t have thought of murder before Justin came along…”

    “How did he cause you to want to murder?”

    “He said…he thought…” Richard trailed off.


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