forum Mafia Children. Gay. O/O Closed.

Started April 20, 2019 by Deleted user

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Skye obliged and sat down. "Couple times a week, usually whenever he needs indo on some other mafia family, or someone betrays him." he said, "It's not like I have a choice…"

As much as he didn't show it, Alaric was beyond pained. Here was a kind, caring, strong, and sensitive person who'd done no wrong, and to have such a man for family, and to have Alaric as his only friend– it was unfair. "I know you don't." He smiled sadly.
"You've probably gone through some stuff, huh?"

"Yeah… aside from being used as a guard dog, I'm also his spy, and his assassin." said Skye.

"Man, I'm gonna get that necklace..thing," said Alaric. This was just watered down torture for him. "Not today, probably not tomorrow, but I'm gonna kill him." He smiled, maybe because he hadn't hurt anyone in a while and he was sick that way, or maybe he was still dizzy from falling. "I promise."

Skye looked up at him, "But how??" said Skye, "I'm his body guard, I could take you out in a heartbeat!"

"I'm not worried 'bout you attacking me, I have an idea." He nodded, a smile already forming. "-Do you wanna see something really cool, but terrible and inhumane at the same time?"

Skye watched him carefully. "W-What is it?" he asked, curious, a slight glimmer of hope appearing.

"Come with me." He ushered and stumbled into the hallway in a drunken walk. He led them downstairs, carefully holding the steady, yet splintering banister as he went down. Under the stairs was a closet, with a lock. Alaric lifted the dead potted plant off the floor and grabbed the key, immediately unlocking the closet and gesturing for Skye to follow. This wasn't your typical closet. A whole bunker stocked with guns, bows, knives, arrows, and crossbows lined the walls. It was well lit, though a bit dusty.
"I ever tell you 'bout my childhood?" He deadpanned.

Skye shook his head, completely unfazed by anything around him. "No, you haven't." he said, ignoring the sight of all the weapons.

"My dad," He started, dusting off the top of boxes and reading the labels, "Was obsessed with making me learn how to use these, just when I was a kid," Alaric thought of all the practices they had, back when they lived in the south, where they'd practice in their orchard. "I was a good shot, just too little." Sighing, Rick turned to face Skye and rolled up his left sleeve. Across his forearm were multiple scars from the bowstring snapping on him.

Skye raised an eyebrow, "Didn't he ever give you an armguard??" he asked.

"No, we didn't have one, and he said that it'd make me tougher." Alaric sighed and opened a black box in the near corner of the room. "This was my bow, It's broken, unfortunately, but that's not going to be a problem." He touched the upper limb reminiscing, then grabbed the arrows and shut it.

Skye followed him curiously. "Now I'm confused, and curious, so you'd better have answers, or I'll read your mind and find them myself."

Alaric paused, "You can do that?" He sure hoped he was lying, because if he knew how he felt… He shrugged it off.
"After I stopped with the bow, I moved onto a crossbow." The box on the left of the black one was newer and square. Alaric pushed the release locks and got chills. Rick breathed in, "This, is our plan. So far."

"Dad uses me as a lie detector, because I'm a telepath. Also known as the perfect spy." he sighed. "Though I kinda don't like invading other people's minds…"

Alaric made a sound of calm agreement but was also panicking inside, cool, cool, cool, coolcoolcool
"Hmm, can you tell me if I'm still a good shot? Does it work that way?"

"No" said Skye, "I can only read thoughts, and speak to other's telepathically. "It's also how I knew you were in trouble. I sensed you thinking my name…"

"That's cool." Alaric nodded, making a mental note to make absolutely no coherent thoughts until he could figure out what was wrong with him. "But I guess that means that I'm going to have to see for myself, whether or not we can pull this off." Alaric picked up the crossbow with his free hand and gestured for Skye to follow him out the back door.

Skye followed him willingly. "Let me get one thing straight. I never purposely listen to thoughts. I can sometimes tell whether someone's nervous or happy by the tone of their thoughts, but I rarely ever listen to them. I always block it out, so all I ever hear is a constant, incoherent chatter." he explained.

He nodded, "I respect that," Squinting at the outdoor light, he thought Skye's words after "Let me get one thing straight," would be
"I'm straight." He nodded with his calm facade and scanned their littered back yard for something to aim at. His eyes fell upon a cracked tile on the neighbour's three-storey roof and prepped his crossbow.

Skye watched with interest, "I'm just saying, since most people freak about the possibility of me seeing their thoughts.."

Alaric was mentally screaming. "Hmm, weird," Alaric said out loud and aimed. The weight of it was familiar, like his mother's cigarettes. He tilted it slightly to the right, took a deep breath, and pulled the trigger. The arrow soared through the air, buzzing, and cracked the target into two.

Skye looked up, impressed. "Nice" he said, "Though I'm not sure how that'd help… I can shield pretty quick, worst case scenario I'd end up taking the shot." he said.

Alaric sighed, put the crossbow down, and lied on the dead grass, spread out like a star, exhausted.
"I'm defeated." He moaned.

Skye sighed, flopping next to him. then he remembered something. "Th-There might be something you could do… but… It'd be dangerous…"